[VtR][Mature] Born into Darkness: Arc 1

"I think unstaking him should probably wait until we're no longer here. If he wakes up in a poor enough mood from being impaled then he could do damage to the contents of this room. Sensitive research equipment is not cheap to replace," Archer strolls about the room, looking at various pieces of equipment that take his interest.
 

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Beth folds her arms across her chest tightly, almost shivering, as she looks around the place. She listens to the conversation at hand, but doesn't involve herself at this point. (She's still used to being the kid, after all, and in a room full of grown men in this type of situation, well...)
 

"Well i was thinking of tying him down first. And this is a hospital. They must have a blood storage area. With fresh blood to boot." Biggs's stomach growls lightly at the thought.

"By the way, Nice, that was a pretty impressive trick. I knew vampires had "supernatural abilities", but i hadn't thought that, well, magic was one of them. But since it comes up, and it seems we got some time on our hands, well, you heard my tale, what do you think? Am i a victim of being magiced? Was i sired by some sort of spell? Can vampires actually do that kind of sh_t?"
 

"Yeah, you have awesome powers man. So far, all I have learned to do is make myself ugly............which really isn't magic, I was born that way. When does the good stuff start happenin?"
 

Biggs said:
"That detective is going to be sh_tting bricks when he sees the corpse is gone. How secure is this area? Maybe we should un-stake torpor-boy here and learn what we can."
Nice looks distracted, rubbing his bald gray head and looking about the room.
Before he responds
Archer said:
"I think unstaking him should probably wait until we're no longer here. If he wakes up in a poor enough mood from being impaled then he could do damage to the contents of this room. Sensitive research equipment is not cheap to replace," Archer strolls about the room, looking at various pieces of equipment that take his interest.
Biggs said:
"Well i was thinking of tying him down first. And this is a hospital. They must have a blood storage area. With fresh blood to boot."
We aren't unstaking anything. Just because we don't know who this is doesn't mean that they're actually new. For all I know this one, he jerks a thumb at the shrouded body, came over on the Mayflower. Blackcoat says we wake it up we wake it up.

By way of explanation he says Kindred get old enough they don't drink human blood anymore.

Biggs said:
By the way, Nice, that was a pretty impressive trick. I knew vampires had "supernatural abilities", but i hadn't thought that, well, magic was one of them. But since it comes up, and it seems we got some time on our hands, well, you heard my tale, what do you think? Am i a victim of being magiced? Was i sired by some sort of spell? Can vampires actually do that kind of sh_t?"
They're called Disciplines. They're.... Nice stops talking. He's staring straight ahead.

OnlytheStrong said:
"Yeah, you have awesome powers man. So far, all I have learned to do is make myself ugly............which really isn't magic, I was born that way. When does the good stuff start happenin?"

Nice glances over at Diego, You're pretty for a brother.
After this borderline nonsensical comment he lapses into silence again.
 

Biggs looks at Nice curiously. "Yeah, we vampires are just one big brotherhood, ain't we?" he says, watching Nice intently. "No offense meant to the sisters of course." he says for Beth's benefit, eyes still locked on Nice.
 


[sblock=Beth]The sensation of déjà vu continues. The creepy feeling is enhanced by the feeling that Nice, sitting back and looking at everyone, is actually watching Beth closely.

As Beth looks over at a small white microwave sitting by the counter she realizes that she's remembered that microwave before. Focusing her heightened senses she realizes she can see into the darkened interior where a white coffee cup rests, almost exactly as it did in her mind's eye.

Nice, love, she's not a puzzle box. The voice is warm, liquid and ethereal. Accented English fills your ears, it's oddly comforting and familiar. Beth has heard the voice before, its Constance.

Glancing around you notice that Nice is standing stock upright staring off into space. He quickly seems to recover, "You're pretty for a brother" he says to Diego.

Around them the conversation of the rest of the group continues undisturbed. Apparently only Beth and Nice can hear the disembodied voice of her sire; and Beth can only seem to make out Constance's half of the conversation.


a mental sound like a sigh There is no point in having a protocol if you insist on ignoring it is there?

Nice leans back against the counter top. He closes his arms in a casual manner, eyes flicking around the room.

Please childe, who taught you? I could be combing your hair and you wouldn't be able to see me.

there is another mental sigh Don't be sensitive. You have a perfectly nice head. No. I'm not in room.

Well, we all have our secrets don't we.

Don't be cross with me. I didn't have to contact you did I?

Well you didn't give me much choice hm? That little widget you used to get in was for emergencies.

No love. This is isn't an emergency. We're well past that. I've been compromised, badly. There is no cell anymore. The protocol---

I know this is disappointing to you, but you need to stiffen that upper lip. It's a long process.

Unhappy? Dear I'm beside myself. I got old and fat and someone came out of the corner and put me ankles over end. I've inflicted the curse on some dear little thing, who I'm sure is going to hate me for the rest of her existence, and I'm back on the run again.

What always happens? You forget who you are, what we are, and someone decides to remind you. I've picked up a new danse partner, without even knowing it. And they danse up a mean one. They've gotten damned tunes in my head dear. Nasty little tricky ones.

No dear. Not Charity.

Don't be snitty. I'm not that badly off. It's not her.

No, no none of that. You remember where all that nonsense got you last time.

Very well. If you insist upon thinking about me as your cell leader then here are my instructions: Stop looking for me.

Oh please childe. Don't tell me what you are and aren't doing. I can see into that little head of yours.

Go to ground. For real. Put this all out of your head. I know you're committed but, frankly, you not ready to run an operation. Not in this City. Not against him. And definitely not with all these new players.

Oh, don't be grumpy. I know you don't mean that. In a hundred years you'll think differently.

Watch my little one for me. Tell her... I'm sorry. It's not how I wanted it to be.

NO! Do not tell her!
The voice is briefly powerful, and loud. Put her head on the blocks along with ours love? And for what?

Good. I shall consider your word given on the manner.

Do dear? I'm going to danse of course. They want to see Black Constance's jig? They shall have it.


There is a brief telepathically sent image
woman in a ragged dress, her feet enthusiastically stamp over and around ivory bones pressed into pitch black earth

Then the conversation is over. The warmth projected by the voice is gone and the room feels chilly. Nice pulls his poncho around him and stares off into space.

[sblock=OOC]"breaking into" your sires Telepathic conversation counts as a use of the common sense/psychic merit for this Chapter per our email discussion.
Normally I think you need Auspex **** and to beat Constance on her roll to break into a telepathic conversation.
Still it seems to reasonable to me to allow a 4 dot merit to partially spoof a 4 dot discipline once a chapter.
And vampires "normally" have a sort of link to their sire and other closely related vampires, granting them the ability get strong psychic impressions, affect them more easily with mental disciplines etc. [/sblock]

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Biggs said:
Yeah, we vampires are just one big brotherhood, ain't we?
Diego said:
"Deputy or no, watch your tongue. You may kill me, but I will give ya something to remember me by."
Nice doesn't seem to react to Biggs, and but he does look at Diego for a moment, and bobs his head, in a sort of "Ok" way.

[sblock=Social Reads-- Biggs]Nice? What a weirdo... (no successes)[/sblock]

[sblock=Social Reads-- Diego]Nice's eyes don't seem to be focused on you, like he's only pretending to pay attention(1 success)[/sblock]

[sblock=Social Reads-- Cole ]Nice seems to be looking past Diego, like he's only pretending to pay attention(1 success)[/sblock]

[sblock=Social Reads-- Archer]Nice's doesn't seem to be paying attention; his head is cocked ever-so-slightly to the side ike he's listening to something... Maybe he's one of those people who deals with stressful situations by having an inner monologue?(2 success)[/sblock]
 

God, I hate being ignored worse than being insulted. Oh well, things might of worked out for the best this way. Diego glances over his shoulder, acting on his thoughts that Nice was looking past him.
 

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