Bloodlines Chapter 3.1 Actus Criae

[Trellin]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:51 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7)     BP: 14 (14)     WP: 4(5)     Hum: 8 (8)     SC: 4 (4)

He shrugged, "Depends. I have a few different reasons but my first choice is to see who volunteers. I don't care what motivates it, if they're willing to volunteer they probably have something to work with. If I have to choose with a cold deck, I'd say Chaz, Mike, then Rene. It was a toss up with Mike and Rene, helping Mike deal with the inability to interact with mortals? Shit, only the Nosferatu have a clue how to relate to that but barring that, Mike has a fire in his belly and he could use people around him used to having to hang onto their rage by a cunt-hair."

[LadyJallyn]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:52 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole -Donna

"Tween you and I" The Brujah whispered. "Mikes not a good choice. Its been in my experience that the uglies tend to run out and meet the morning dawn if you let em. You'd have to keep him on suicide watch till he accepts his fate. Even then he might just play ball till you let him go and do it anyway. Nos, Samdie it dont matter the change fucks with their heads more than 50% of em off themselves."

[Trellin]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:51 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7)     BP: 14 (14)     WP: 4(5)     Hum: 8 (8)     SC: 4 (4)

"Somehow, I think Mike would push it till he had to be put down rather than run off into the final sunrise. Besides, we're the only shot he's got if the Nos won't take him. Let's be honest, if it came down to a choice between them and the Nos won't help him there isn't another clan out there that will. Someone will take Rene but everyone will hold out until we do it anyway. But I hope one of them will step forward, honestly. I figure that's the best odds to finding someone that has a good shot at survival and will actually feel they belong."

[Grimoire]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:52 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Dana

"Who else knows what it's like to have the world bend you over, we might not get our face being rearranged but we get wanting to rearrange other people's face. If the Nos won't take Mike, I'll help take care of him. Now don't get macho on me or nothin...I just got a soft spot for old peely down there..." The brunnette said her petite but strong form looking up a good head above her to meet Doug's gaze. Her tone was soft so that Mike himself wouldn't hear but firm, she wouldn't back down from the Samedie for reasons beyond her, maybe Jameson's spirit was whispering in her ear, he always had a soft spot for the outcasts and the strays.

[Trellin]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:52 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7)     BP: 14 (14)     WP: 4(5)     Hum: 8 (8)     SC: 4 (4)

Doug glanced at Dana and pitched his voice low enough to be private, "If you want to adopt Mike, that's between you and Donna. I'd say make sure she's cool with it and step up if that's the case. If you're saying you'll help if I happen to pick him up, fantastic, but I'm quite aware that he's gotten a raw deal, no need to convince me."

[Grimoire]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:53 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Dana

"I know I don't, it was directed at everyone. Helping you plead his case m'dear. As for me adopting him, I just got into this city, tonight, I don't even know where my ass is stayin come sunrise, and after that'll be is a mystery too. He needs stability. I can't just bleed my heart out to him and put him in a situation he doesn't need. What I'm saying is, if you do pick him up. I'll help you with him. Because that's the best I can offer for him where I stand now." Dana said as she looked outward towards the prisoners. It was against Dana's nature to admit she couldn't do something, that she wasn't up for the challenge. But this couldn't be about her, so she swallowed hard on her pride.

[Trellin]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:54 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7)     BP: 14 (14)     WP: 4(5)     Hum: 8 (8)     SC: 4 (4)

Doug looked at the Prince and spoke clearly enough that everyone could hear, "I'll take one of them, Antigen, if you're willing."

[LadyJallyn]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:55 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - The Prince

The Prince nodded. "So Clan Brujah wishes to take on Mike." He paused gauging the brujahs. "That is... Admirable. Clan Ventrue has voiced a desire to take on Chaz and Rene. I would however prefer them to only have one of the two. Are there any other clans that feel generous and humanitarian enough to adopt one of our strays into their midst? There is no pressure and I am done hand holding. I will not ask again but feel that it is only fair enough to state that this is last call for anyone that wishes to add new blood to their ranks."

[Trellin]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:55 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Myrddin
HP: 7 (7)     BP: 10 (10)     WP: 5(5)     Hum: 8 (8)     SC: 4 (4)

He wondered at why David hadn't answered him but the time had come to make a decision. He could hear the varying degrees of hesitation but even the most hesitant among them agreed on the need to aid her, "Prince Lewich", he said, in a soft, clear voice, "I will take Rene if you and she are willing.  I certainly have the physical and monetary resources required and am willing to be as patient as necessary until she adjusts to her new existance.

[LadyJallyn]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:56 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - The Prince

Antigen seemed happy that another clan had stepped up. "Its settled then unless the clans wish to argue over who goes where or another clan wishes to throw their hat into the ring. Clan Venture shall groom and care for Chaz, Malkavian for Rene, and the Brujah have claimed Mike. If anyone has issue speak now. Its closing on 2am ladies and Gentlemen. We have yet to execute the war criminals and we haven't yet touched on the subject of Miss Cade and what we will be doing with her."

[Trellin]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:54 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7)     BP: 14 (14)     WP: 4(5)     Hum: 8 (8)     SC: 4 (4)

Doug nodded once, All over but the cryin ' now.

[LadyJallyn]

OCC: Clay youre time traveling.... (ques BTTF theme- gonna go back in time...)

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:57-1:58 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole -

Antigen nodded "Cut them lose." he commanded nodding to Donna.

Donna acknowledged the request and pulled a Bowie knife out of her jacket. The sharp blade bit through the cord freeing the kindred.

Rene had let out a squeak as Donna Slashed the ropes. Her struggling and eagerness to be let out of the constricting confines did end up with the knifes edge kissing her shoulder blade. She let out a small yelp.

The scent of Kindred Blood scented the night air. Donna swore and gave her knife a flick to clean it. A droplet flew through the air and landed on Jallyns cheek. The Toreador closed her eyes again and dug her fingers into her palms tighter. The scent was heady and she realized she felt a pang of hunger as her teeth began to throb.

"Sorry Chika but it works better if you sit still." The Brujah elder grunted as she cut through the last remainder of rope. "Still its just a nick I cant even call it a flesh wound. Do as your told and go stand over by the one that said they'd take you."

She freed Mike Next and then Chaz. Mike was silent but made his way over to where Donna pointed. Chaz thanked her eloquently and for her mercy flashing her a grin as he made his way over to the suited portion of the circle.

"With the proceedings going along at a faster pace lets quickly have a tally on who wishes to spare the lives of the war Criminals. All those in favor raise your hand." Antigen replied with a sigh.

[Maxx]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:58 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - David

David was stuck in one of his word loops.  He could feel it.  Rather than try to speak he simply nodded to Rene.  He'd fill her in later on the Clan's uniqueness.  Alan was a little less stable than a Kindred mentor needed to be but he had his heart in the right place.  With any luck, they wouldn't drive her insane.

[Trellin]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:58 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Myrddin
HP: 7 (7)     BP: 10 (10)     WP: 5(5)     Hum: 8 (8)     SC: 4 (4)

Myrddin smiled gently and held out his hand as Rene approached, "You're safe now, childe. I can only imagine how traumatic things must have been until now, very grave indeed, but know that you are welcome in Clan Malkavian; I hope that in time you will come to think of us as family. I will introduce you to the rest of the clan and explain everything I can to you, but first we have one last unpleasant task that needs to be seen to this evening. Be stout of heart, the ordeal of the evening is almost over and you are among friends."

[Trellin]

OOC: Safety protocols engaged, paradox averted.

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:54 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7)     BP: 14 (14)     WP: 4(5)     Hum: 8 (8)     SC: 4 (4)

Doug watched as Mike silently made his way over and held out his hand, "Mike, I'm Doug. We're going to be spending a lot of time together for a while. Welcome to the Brujah."

[Grimoire]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:58 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Dana

Dana nodded to the new comer his torn face didn't affect her stomach like it would some of the feminine persuasion, just seemed like a real bad case of road rash if you tilted your head. She felt poorly that she hadn't been able to take Mike under her wing but was glad to see he was within the clan. They'd be good for him she figured. She too held out a calloused hand, the shake as always was firm. "Dana, Welcome to Brujah."

She turned her attentions back to Antigen as he asked about the war criminals. Her arms remained crossed over chest in the same stance she always held, criminals were criminals. You'd more likely get a hand raise from a rock.

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:58 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Papillion

Papillion watched the prisoners go to their new homes and couldn't help but worry for two of the three, whether they would fit in, whether they'd be well settled. But it couldn't be helped. As for the war criminals she couldn't raise her hand even if she'd like to, and she didn't anyways. She just rested her head to Vincent's shoulder being very much tired of the nights events. She didn't want Fia to be tried on the chance that her fellow kindred were not as soft hearted to strangers as one of their own. Her heels had been sinking into the green and Jallyn was about ready to start speaking in tongues and sprout a popes hat with all the praying she'd been doing. Nothing against Jallyn, it just did very little to lighten a nights mood when ones fellow clan mate seemed to be clutching to her crucifix till her fingers bled.

[Krys]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:58 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Jareth

Jareth smiled with a nod reaching out to shake Chaz's hand. "Welcome aboard." A small laugh passed his lips as Antigen looked for hands to save the war criminals"not a chance" he mumbled

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:58 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club 13th hole - Athial

Athial made no comment back to Angel. She knew the bickering between them would probally start as soon as Fia's case was started. Time for the criminals was short causing her feet to slowly start to back peddle from the rest of the group. Antigen already knew how very uncomfortable she was about the burning of the crimals but understood it. She still was planning on turning her back to the flames and hopefully ignore the smell of cooking flesh and the sounds of their screams. Athial  began to tremble in her cloak just thinking of what was to come any minute now.

[Maxx]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 1:59 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Angel

"Welcome, Chaz," Angel said.  "My name is Angelo Angelino but everyone calls me Angel.  I'll be taking care of you for a while, helping you find your feet inside the Kindred community. We'll take care of the other introductions later. Right now we've got some unpleasant business to attend to but it will all be over soon."

Angel looked at Antigen.  "My Prince, if there was anything redeemable about these prisoners, they would have been presented for adoption.  Were we the Sabbat, they would face something far worse than simply their Final Death, after a short eternity of torture.  I vote for mercy but only the mercy of a swift, painless death."

[Trellin]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 2 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7)     BP: 14 (14)     WP: 4(5)     Hum: 8 (8)     SC: 4 (4)

"Well, I toyed with the idea of being, 'civilized', about their execution for a few seconds but fuck that. While they themselves may not have directly ended Scotty's life with their own hands, it sure as Hell wasn't for lack of trying or cheering on the one's who did. Scotty was my Sire, the truest family I've ever known and a damned fine man. My only request, Antigen, is that I light the fire."

[Maxx]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 2:00 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Waylon

BP 13 (13)  W 4 (4) HP 7 (7)  HM 6 (6) SC 3 (3) 

"He was a good man," Waylon said.  "And he struck me as a man who was an eye for an eye.  Athial was with him in Burlington. Look what they did to her.  Death by fire.  And I say let those who lost the most wield the torches.  The Brujah, the Gangrel and the Nosferatu."

[LadyJallyn]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 2 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Donna

"Looks like were gonna have ourselves an execution my Prince." Donna replied as she looked up at the blond prince.

"Clan Nosferatu declines The Toreador's suggestion." Spider replied in his normal harsh whisper.

Sara stood tall "We see no point in participating in this execution game. It would only have others think that we truly are bloodthirsty, despite the actual truth of things."

Donna chuckled "I have a recommendation Lewich that would likely please you."

Antigen raised an eyebrow. "Elaborate Donna."

"Fires fine and dandy but in the unlikely event that passer bys be they road side, air, or maintance crew spotted the smoke from our campfire fun it could cause issues. Plus not that I care about a bunch of yuppie fags and their lawn, but setting fire to em will definitely leave traces of our visit. Let Brujah be your axe men Prince. I got a Machete here that can cleanly take of their heads. The sprinkler systems will come on and wash the blood away and we let the ghoul squad dispose of the body. Shit you grand Dougie the ability to cleave a few heads and i'm sure he'd help carry the remains wherever you want."

He looked at Donna pensively "And they say Brujahs are doer's and not thinkers. I think not. I agree to your suggestion. Burning flesh has never had a particular pleasant aroma anyhow."

Donna grinned and offered the prince a curtsy. "We aim to please all we ask for is a bit of respect."  The Burjah leader looked over her crew her dark eyes roaming over their visages. "we got 3 of em who wants to take a whack? Speak up quick or I'll just wade in to finish this shit fast."

[Trellin]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 2 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7)     BP: 14 (14)     WP: 4(5)     Hum: 8 (8)     SC: 4 (4)

Butcher smiled, "Donna, you know exactly what to say to warm a man's still heart. I'll be more than happy to put another notch in my nickname and I'm too much a professional with an edge to make it anything less than clean and efficient which should make the more squeamish happy. I'll happily dispose of the bodies as well", he said as he stepped forward and held out his hand for the blade.

[Maxx]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 2:01 am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Angel
"I hope you aren't planning on making sausage, Butcher,"  Angel said.  "Although it would be efficient, I think it might be going just a tad too far."

[LadyJallyn]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 2:02am - Hamilton Golf and Country Club  13th hole - Donna

"Donna Ignored the comment that fell from Angels lips. Venture were all alike it seemed maybe Iggy was on to something after all. She expected better from that one but shrugged. The young one was likely trying to curry a bit of favor with his elders or was trying to lighten the mood. Either way it didn't matter.

She handed over the bowie to Doug. She wrapped her cool hands around his "Take good care of her. You do it right and you can take a head off in two stokes." She reluctantly let go of the blade and stood back to let Doug get to work.

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 - 2:03am - Clan Gangrel - 13th hole - Fia

Health= 7/7 BP=12/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

Fia had been watching this debacle from the back for too long. She was definately getting a clearer picture of what lied in wait for her. When she thought 'trial' in her head she saw scales, justice, a jury. Definately not pitchforks and torches.

She partially agreed with the idea that the bad vamps should die. They could do more damage if left alive, but what did that say about her?

She stuck close to Sarah but couldn't watch the killing.