Bloodlines Rp Chapter 4: From the Ashes

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 - 9:42pm - Clan Gangrel - Fia's Haven – Fia

Health= 6/7 BP=7/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

"Hey, it's Fia," she started, "Are you still in town?"

"Yeah."

"Can you do me a favour? A ride home from the shelter. I need to drop off the van."

"Sure. Why are you dropping it off?"

"I kind of quit. I don't really need the money anyway. I do need wheels now, though."

"Hang on. I'll make arrangements and call you back."

"Uh, sure. Okay." Fia closed her phone and looked at the clock. With her not having to work, the night seemed a little longer. A little daunting even.

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Sunday, May 9th, 1999 - 9:32pm-9:36pm - Papillon's Haven - Andy

Health= 7/7 BP=10/10, WP=3/3 HUM=7/7 SC=4/4

"Of course!" Andy exclaimed as she bounded back up the stairs only to return with a thick binder and a shoe box. She placed the binder on the coffee table.

"Each one is custom," she grinned, opening the box. It held a blank base, no paint or hair. "I sculpt the faces. I may need to warn you though. I mostly do nudes." she giggled.


(OOC: Lost the pics I had saved in the reformat. Just google images "enchanted doll" and you'll have a good idea.)

[LadyJallyn]

Sunday May 9 1999 9:43pm - Sara's Place- Sara

Sara closed her cell phone and looked at the back of her pickup. "Most the stuff I needs been loaded Waylon so I'm good here but you have a good oportunity of getting to know atleast one of my clan mates better. Fia need a ride..."

Sara explained where Fia was at and the best route to get there "So if you don't mind swinging by to pick her up it would be appreciated."

[LadyJallyn]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 8:43 pm - Tisdale Apartment 502 - Donna

Donna recited the number to Doug for Waylons phone and assured him that she was good as well as the fact that Mike had eaten well last night so there was no rush to bring the blood back immediately. Go out and explore and you two have some down time its likely going to be the last you see for a while she had informed the two. With that she told Doug she would get to work on making some calls to see what she could do for his cash issues as well as his aspirations on playing DJ and she waved good bye to both of the younger Kindred as they left the apartment to explore their new city without a warden.

[Maxx]

Sunday, May 9th 1999  9:46 pm � Leaving Sara's Place - Waylon

BP: 12/13  HP: 7/7 WP:4/4 SC:3 HUM 6

"I can do that,"  Waylon said.  He'd learned long ago the trick of sounding enthusiastic in situations where he wasn't.  "It shouldn't take me much longer than half an hour to get there.  Hopefully she won't have too much stuff with her."

He wasn't too keen on playing taxi for the Diablerist but if that was what it took to keep the Gangrel leader happy, then that was what he would do.  Perhaps he could learn to point her, like some kind of weapon. 

Judge not, lest ye be judged and found wanting.  The Brujah judged you by what they saw, not by what they heard others say they saw....

Or maybe he would learn to see whatever it was that Papillion saw in her.  In fact, the tiny dancer might even be able to help him do so.  He pulled out his phone and dialed Papillion's number.

"Bon soir, ma petite," he began.  "Combien vous m'aimeriez si j'ai apport votre Fia bien-aim pour une visite rapide? Tous pourrions sortir pour une bouch rapide pour manger plus tard ?"

TRANSLATION: Good evening, my little one. How much would you love me if I brought your beloved Fia over for a quick visit?  We could all go out for a quick bite to eat later?

[Trellin]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 8:45 pm - Tisdale Apartment 502 - Butcher/Doug

Doug thanked Donna for making the calls, watching after Mike for him, let her know they'd be back in a few hours and finally called through the door to Mike that he would be back later.

He checked his weapons out of habit as he headed towards the door and said with a grin Dana, "Alright girl, lets go have a little fun. First time I've been out on my own since I got into town and maybe the last night for a while that I get the chance. First stop we'll get the blood and smokes. I'll call Waylon about seeing what we can do about setting up some training and then we'll have a couple of hours to go play", as he opened the door he asked, "Anything in particular that you wanna do?"

[Hurricanus]

Saturday, May 9th, 1999 - 8:30 - 10:00pm -Iggy's Studio -
Iggy BP 12 (12)  W 5 (5) HtK 7 (7) H 5/5 SC 2/2

"What the Fuck!" Iggy awoke with a start filling the studio with the noise of someone sleeping the sleep of the dead suddenly jerking awake.  Thuggee, Kali What?  Everyone at the Jammoriks - but they were removed to the safe zone.  Fucking Dreams!  But what could it mean.  Iggy stumbled about the studio floor looking far more like a human then Kindred ever do.  Finally he careened into the small fridge.  Reaching in Iggy pulled out a silver and gem encrusted glass carafe.  Tossing the red liquid back the confusion of his abrupt awakening began to abate.  

A quick whistle brought Steel to Iggy's side.  The kindred ruffled the top of Steel's head as he considered the meanings of his dream.  Training my family to aggressively protect - something I had already decided to do.  But Kali, true she was the deity that best reflects my new world view.  What was the name - Baahir Bandu of Bengal.  Outloud to no one "That sure sounds like a dream name - where the fuck else do you ever see alliteration these days?" So real though.  Dhinga would you support such radicalness?  You were so alive in the dream.  

Iggy sat and continued to stroke Steel's head.  His hammers untouched, his forge unlit.  His mind was still transfixed by the dream.  An hour later the Brujah had decided what he would do.  Take care of immediate business.  A little night digging and then maybe a few inquiring calls to friends in India.  

Iggy picked up his cell hitting text  he started to type. Might as well practice this texting stuff. "Donna, when do we meet to set up scourge areas and teams (?) Also as you know we all have to move - was thinking of taking up residence at the old City View Hotel at the Main/Queenston traffic circle.  It closed in '97 and has been sitting empty.  You interceded with Antigen when I purchased the beach street properties.  Would like to get on this ASAP.  Let me know what my next step should be.  Iggy"

Sending the note of to Donna's cell, he started a second message.  "Angel Bro how are things.  Wow what a weekend.  Got us all frazzled.  Sorry about the Rental and your jaw.  Just good to know that neither you or I are the traitor, eh.  So how did the club fare.  Me and mine are moving.  Let ya know when I am settled.  Head you talking at the golf course about starting up some business ventures.  Looking for a partner in a venture or two?  Got any ideas for a non-business savvy Brujah that is looking to diversify his business portfolio.  Know we are all busy these days but lets plan a night to hammer down a business plan.  With your info - I am certain I could make a REAL killing.   Here's to saving Hamilton, eh Bro.  Pro Bono for a friend right - it is all for a good cause - our home.  TTFN Iggy" That's right no traitors here, eh Angel.

After writing the name Baahir Bandu of Bengal down, Iggy headed to a place he had not been often since the explosion.  But the dream drove him to look once again.  Heading to the burnt shell of his former home, Iggy was overcome by the regret - it had been a happier time.  And if the dream is a true portent  then somewhere in this rubble was his box and in it Dhinga's medallion. Iggy began to dig.  By 10 PM Iggy was still digging.  He was now covered in soot and had begun to uncover things he recognized as occupying his office.  It would be at this level that he would find the box if it was to be found at all.  "Dhinga if you can hear me, if you are still here, guide my hand, reveal your whereabouts to me" Iggy quietly prayed as he dug.

[Maxx]

Sunday, May 9th 1999  8:45 - 10:00 pm – Angel’s Travels - Angel


BP: 10/11  HP: 7/7 WP:4/4 SC:3 HUM 6

 The night didn't progress too badly.  Chaz seemed more than capable of feeding himself but Angel still kept an eye on him until the deed was done and they were away.  It was a short run up to Chaz's dorm to gather some clothes and leave his room mate a quick note before they were once again on the move.

A fortuitous stop at a Big Bear variety garnered Angel more than the cheap hair clippers and a copy of Autotrader and House Trader; it allowed him to bump into the young massage therapist he'd originally assumed was a hooker.  This time she actually was on the street turning tricks and it had been his turn to give her a business card.  He'd offered her a job as an on staff massage therapist for his musician, if she wanted an alternative to selling herself.

He'd almost returned to the Unyon when he got Iggy's text.

Iggy.  Good to hear from you.  Going to be opening the Unyon up again for the May 24.  Bring Donna and the crew.  First round is on me.  Maybe we can get our heads together before then and figure out a way of digging out the rat.  I have a few ideas.  Maybe they'll match yours.  Busy with the new kid tonight but give me a call when you get a chance.

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 - 9:44pm - Clan Gangrel - Fia's Haven – Fia

Health= 6/7 BP=7/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

After a few minutes of fidgeting, Fia's cell rang. Sarah was too busy to come herself and Fia wouldn't have expected her to anyway, and she told her as much. Her ride was arranged. She let Sarah know how much she appreciated it, especially at the last minute. They disconnected and Fia cleaned her things out of the van. She hadn't bothered to replace her 'Lil Slugger that she'd lost so long ago. All she had stashed in there were stakes, all of which she made sure to collect.

When she had finished she took the van back to the shelter. She didn't stay long. Just enough to give back the keys and empty her locker. She then went to wait out front for her ride. Funny, Sarah never mentioned who she was sending.

[Maxx]

Sunday, May 9th 1999  10:10 pm – The Animal Control Centre - Waylon

BP: 12/13  HP: 7/7 WP:4/4 SC:3 HUM 6

The little Miata pulled into into the lot a full five minutes before Waylon had expected to arrive, which was an accomplishment, considering he'd missed the turn twice.  Fia wasn't hard to spot, standing like some forlorn waif who'd just been cast out.  He pulled up beside her and rolled down the window.

"Your chariot awaits," he said.  "Sara asked me to pick you up.  I'm supposed to make sure that you and Xiaoqing are taken care of over the next little while.  Part of the price of eating close to home.  Hang on and give me a second to open the trunk so you can stash your stuff.  It's either that or hold it all in your lap.  This thing doesn't have a back seat, more's the pity." 

[Grimoire]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 8:45 pm - Tisdale Apartment 502 - Dana

As they stepped out into the hallway Dana stretched up as far as she could and a few of her lower vertebrae popped, she seemed contented with this result and shrugged her shoulders. "I wanna get on my bike and get a lay of the land. Since smokes and blood are already on the menu I'd suggest setting the town of fire but it seems I've been beaten to it." Dana remarked as they made their way to the elevator, tapping the button with her dock martin.

[LadyJallyn]

Saturday, May 9th, 1999 - 8:30 - 10:00pm -Iggy's home 269 beach rd



Iggy wasn't sure where Dhinga had come from but when he turned around, the old Indian was standing looking at him and shaking his head. "There is so much anger in you," he said. "You command your closest allies as if they were your servants, not your friends. You must set aside your anger, learn to see it for what it is. Only then will you be able to learn Alecto's Scourge as I have bidden you. You must understand your anger, not let it rule you. Tell me of the things that have befallen you the past nights, so I can see what you have learned from them."

[Trellin]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 8:46 pm - Tisdale Apartment 502 - Butcher/Doug

"No shit. If you don't know in your gut this is a war, seeing the blast zones will fix that. Only a fool would fail to realize it. Well, I can show you to a couple of bars the local Brujah haunt for a beer or two or there's also a couple of clubs that I haven't had a chance to go size up. If you have anything else in mind I'd probably give be willing. My only constraints this evening are calling Waylon so that I can meet him tonight, getting some stoggies and fags and grabbing a bite, in that order. All of which shouldnt take more than 45 minutes."
While the elevator creaked its way up to them Doug took a long stretch, grumbling as his hands looking momentarily annoyed as his knuckles banged into the ceiling.
"So, whats your take on the all this crap?"

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 - 10:11pm - Clan Gangrel - Waylon's Miata *sexy growl* – Fia

Health= 6/7 BP=7/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

Sarah... I should have realized but, which one of us are you punishing? Play well with others, Fia... She told herself.

"Haaa-nice wheels," Fia, grinning, nodded approvingly as she gave the car a head-to-taillight glance. "Screw practical. This is purdy," Fia added, tucking her bag o' stakes into the trunk, and then slid into the passenger seat. She buckled her seatbelt, mindfull of Waylon's space bubble, and attempted some small talk.

"Thanks for doing this for me. I hope you didn't have to cancel anything."

[Maxx]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 - 10:11pm - Waylon's Miata  – Waylon

BP: 12/13  HP: 7/7 WP:4/4 SC:3 HUM 6

The chuckle that came out of Waylon could only be described as rakish.  "You rescued me from cleaning Sarah's garage,"  he said.  "If you like the car so much, I might be persuaded to sell it.  I just bought one of Sarah's restorations and I don't need two vehicles.  I'll give you a good price."  He backed in a circle in the parking lot and edged his way to the exit.  He sat looking at Fia, the engine revving up and down slightly, almost as if he were offering some kind of challenge.  "So, where am I taking you?  I tried to get ahold of Papillion but she wasn't answering.  I thought you and she might want to hook up but I don't think it's going to happen tonight."

[Grimoire]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 8:47 pm - Tisdale Apartment 502 - Dana

The Brujah was momentarily distracted from her response by the elevator opening with a soft ding. "Which deal the hole in the Hammer or the rat that's the cause?" Dana said lighting up the main lobby button. Leaning against the back wall of the elevator she spoke again. "Well, I think that if the rat is ever sniffed out there's not gonna be a piece left for us newbies to beat. I mean they may not all get along but it seems to be like some big soap opera family in steel town. But some shit is definitely going down, enough for all of us to get our hands dirty."

[Trellin]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 8:47 pm - Tisdale Apartments - Butcher/Doug

Doug shrugged, "I wasn't thinking of anything in particular, just curious what stands out in your head as another newcomer around here. But I agree, the only way we'll get a piece of any rat is if we find him before anyone else realizes it. So after chores are out of the way, whats your pleasure? Local favorites, someplace new, or just wander around town to see what catches our attention, all of the above?"

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 - 10:12pm - Clan Gangrel - Waylon's Miata *sexy growl* – Fia

Health= 6/7 BP=7/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

"You're welcome." Fia chuckled at the mental picture of Waylon smeared with grease, much like she'd been when Sarah made her clean out the garage.

"Well, I do need a vehicle," Fia scritched her chin, mumbling as she eyed the curve of the driver's console. "Definitely a good colour," She pictured herself where Waylon was revving and made her decision. "Name your price," she said with a grin.

[Maxx]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 - 10:15pm - FIA'S Miata *sexy growl* – Waylon

BP: 12/13  HP: 7/7 WP:4/4 SC:3 HUM 6

There were a few minutes of haggling before they agreed on a price, at which point Waylon pulled over so that Fia could take over the wheel.  "You'll just need to run me out to Clappison tomorrow night first thing so that I can pick up the truck," he said.  "Just remember that first is a little sticky when she's cold.  It takes a little more to shift to second for the first ten minutes or so."  He grinned impishly.  "And I'll need to stop at Canadian Tire.  I think I'm going to paint my own damned truck, now that I think about it."

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 - 10:16pm - Clan Gangrel - Fia's Miata (I saw what you did there) *sexy growl* – Fia

Health= 6/7 BP=7/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

"Sure thing," Fia chirped as she adjusted the mirrors. Catching a glimpse at her eyes over the amber-tinted aviators she'd been wearing until her contacts arrived, her smile wavered. She pushed them up and looked to Waylon.

"Did you need a hand with painting? Also, where are we going now, cause I don't have a plan here. Hungry?"

[Maxx]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 - 10:16 pm - FIA'S Miata *sexy growl* � Waylon

BP: 12/13  HP: 7/7 WP:4/4 SC:3 HUM 6

"Well, that depends on what you mean by 'a hand'."  It was difficult not to adjust the mirror back to where he usually positioned it.  He was going to have to get used to the fact that it wasn't his car anymore.  "From what Sarah told me all it needs is the paint.  I just need to tape it up and play with my air brush.  If that is your idea of a good time, come on down."

The artist paused for a moment.  "I'm not particularly peckish at the moment.  I assume you are?  Otherwise you wouldn't have asked.  Any preference or just somebody quick and easy in Dundas?"

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 - 10:17-10:30pm - Clan Gangrel - Fia's Miata *sexy growl* – Fia

Health= 6/7 BP=7/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

"Well, starting tonight I'm going to have some extra time on my hands. I can at least be useful." she shrugged,
"Dundas it is. I need a couple quick and easy's on account of how I keep getting eaten myself."

Once they hit the link, it didn't take long before they were rolling into Dundas. "Don't you wish we had drive-through?"

[Maxx]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 - 10:30pm - FIA'S Miata *sexy growl* – Waylon

BP: 12/13  HP: 7/7 WP:4/4 SC:3 HUM 6

"I can just imagine the sign,"  Waylon said with a chuckle.  "And the drive through greeting.  'Velcome to Countess Vendy's.  Vould you like to buy von of our Vonderful value meals?  And vould you like a straw?' " He chuckled again.  "Is that take out or will you be eating here?"

After a minute, he looked at Fia.  "Ever consider opening your own business?  Car detailing isn't difficult and God knows I need to think of what I'm going to do after I saturate the art market." He wasn't sure why he asked, especially considering that he wasn't sure he wanted to spend too much time alone with Fia.  Still, Pappilion had though enough of her to challenge Helen's authority, so there had to be something there worth the risk. 

[The True Ginger Ninja]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 - 10:32pm - Clan Gangrel - Fia's Miata *sexy growl* – Fia

Health= 6/7 BP=7/12, WP=5/5 HUM=7/7 SC=3/3

"Yeah, I'd like an extra-large diet O-pos, no ice." Fia had a chuckle herself before the moment was gone and the silence took over.

He hasn't tried to stake me, yet. Maybe he'll see I'm not a monster, but a victim of circumstance. What else could she do? Say, "Hey listen, I really don't want to eat you. Let's be friends?" Seriously?

Eyes on the road, but lost in her thoughts when Waylon tugged her back to reality.

"I suppose I could. I have the start-up."

[Maxx]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 - 10:33 pm - FIA'S Miata *sexy growl* – Waylon

BP: 12/13  HP: 7/7 WP:4/4 SC:3 HUM 6

"You might want to consider it, especially now.  We lost a lot of body shops in that explosion and a lot of cars were damaged."  Waylon paused for a moment.  "Is wanting to profit on this mess callous of me?  Or am I just being opportunistic?" 

[Grimoire]

Sunday, May 9th, 1999 8:47 pm - Tisdale Apartments - Dana

As the lit number descended down to one Dana listened to Doug list the possible activities of the evening. The petite brujah nodded and then shrugged.
"Whatever man, I don't know Hamilton at all, so Big Daddy D y'all have been landed in the position of tour guide. I'm a quick learner though so you won't be stuck with me too long. All I need is smokes and a bite in whatever order it happens."