KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
Rosanna - Meeting Annabelle
Kathy nods, "Yeah. Let's get you guys cleaned up and presentable. Annabelle's old fashioned...really old fashioned. She'd have all of us in corsets and waistcoats if it weren't for the Masquerade. She's from the 18th century so...mind your manners."
Kathy leads the small group of women out of the club, giving a brief nod to the lead singer as they pass him and a young man who appears to have been newly embraced this night as well.
Kathy's car is parked in the back and Rosanna sees the rest of the band, the young black man, kid really, and the crazy looking bass guitarist, packing their gear into a van, being helped by a 20-something woman dressed in black leather. Rosanna's vampiric senses reveal to her that the woman is a mortal, though she speaks to the others with a familiarity that suggests she knows what the others are.
The crazy one yells to Kathy, "Hey, Kat! Karla finally got here! Surprise! Surprise!"
Kathy rolls her eyes as she opens the driver's side door to her car, yelling back, "I have to report in to Annabelle. Try not to break anything."
The mortal woman pokes her head out of the van, "Oh hey, Kat, the record label called, that's where I was by the way," she shoots a dirty look at the bassist, "Despite what Raymond would have you think, I was, in fact working. They want us to record another demo for their people in L.A."
Kathy nods, then turns her attention to her little brood as they get in the car, "You guys want to watch me deal with several hours of boredom tomorrow night while we record?"
Bloodnymph, in the front passenger seat, chuckles, "How about you let me take the new girls out hunting, instead?"
Kathy looks at Felicia and Rosanna in the rear view mirror as she starts the car, "Your choice."
Rhett - Who is Lodin?
Capone answers, "Lodin is the Prince of Chicago. The true boss around here, at least as far as the Kindred are concerned. That's us, by the way, just a fancy name for vampires some dirt-sucker in Europe came up with a thousand years ago."
Clara and Chloe take Rhett outside, Clara answering Rhett's other question along the way, "What you felt was the beast. The primal, predatory instinct to kill. Give in too much and you become something less than human. But, you must feed it to keep it at bay."
Chloe nods, "We are of the Gangrel clan of vampires and we have a special relationship with the beast. You see, the more we give into it, the more it overtakes us physically."
She points to her feet, which Rhett hadn't really noticed before. The reason she isn't wearing shoes is that her feet are almost cat-like, with thin claws in place of toe-nails. She walks as if she's in high heels, on the balls of her feet, but their slightly odd shape makes it look more like her actual heel is a second, backward facing knee.
As if to emphasize the point, Clara takes off the sunglasses she's been wearing this whole time. Her eyes are cat-like, yellow with slitted pupils. Unlike Chloe and himself, Clara's fangs haven't retracted. They still feature prominently in her mouth and Rhett notices that her other teeth are more pointed than normal as well, giving her a feral and unsettling smile.
Clara hops on a massive Harley parked out front, pulling Chloe up to sit in front of her. She motions to a smaller bike behind, "That's on loan. Don't wreck it or I wreck you. We're going to see Inyanga, the leader of our clan. Crusty old biddy. You'll like her."
Li - Meeting DuSable
As they leave, Li notices the lead guitarist of the band leading a group of three other women out of the club. Two of them appear to be teenagers and one seems to have been embraced tonight just like him. He doesn't have time contemplate it further though as Garwood drags him out, barely acknowledging the nod from the lead guitarist.
Garwood gets into a 1978 black mustang in pristine condition and waits for Li to get in the passenger seat, "Watch the leather."
He starts the car and drives toward the suburbs, "DuSable is my sire. He's an old academic, embraced during World War II. He's been watching you for months. But, he couldn't get permission from the Prince, Lodin, to embrace you, so he had me do it. Kathy and I earned a boon from the Prince a while back and DuSable forced me to use it to bring you into the fold."
He pulls the car up to the curb next to an old Victorian house with elaborate balconies and a widow's walk, "You're DuSable's problem now. Get out."
Ira - The Lessons Begin
Kevin's tone softens a bit, "Yeah. I was embraced by Lodin in 1984. Look, there's a lot you need to learn and not much time to do it. Lodin wants me to teach you and if you screw it up, its my head. And yours. First lesson. Lodin is an imperialistic tyrant. He uses people. To him, you and me and everyone else are nothing more than minions. Second lesson. Learn the game. I'm sure you won't have a problem with that. We live in a constant game of one-ups-manship. We're a room full of predators ready to pounce, just waiting for someone to slip up. Power and prestige are the name of the game. But, always remember that at the end of the night, blood is all that really matters. You take whatever blood you can to keep the beast at bay because if you give in to your blood lust, no amount of power in the world will save you."
The party goers and their garish costumes are a cacophony of background noise, their voices and laughter drowned out by the sound of the blood pulsing through their veins.
Kathy nods, "Yeah. Let's get you guys cleaned up and presentable. Annabelle's old fashioned...really old fashioned. She'd have all of us in corsets and waistcoats if it weren't for the Masquerade. She's from the 18th century so...mind your manners."
Kathy leads the small group of women out of the club, giving a brief nod to the lead singer as they pass him and a young man who appears to have been newly embraced this night as well.
Kathy's car is parked in the back and Rosanna sees the rest of the band, the young black man, kid really, and the crazy looking bass guitarist, packing their gear into a van, being helped by a 20-something woman dressed in black leather. Rosanna's vampiric senses reveal to her that the woman is a mortal, though she speaks to the others with a familiarity that suggests she knows what the others are.
The crazy one yells to Kathy, "Hey, Kat! Karla finally got here! Surprise! Surprise!"
Kathy rolls her eyes as she opens the driver's side door to her car, yelling back, "I have to report in to Annabelle. Try not to break anything."
The mortal woman pokes her head out of the van, "Oh hey, Kat, the record label called, that's where I was by the way," she shoots a dirty look at the bassist, "Despite what Raymond would have you think, I was, in fact working. They want us to record another demo for their people in L.A."
Kathy nods, then turns her attention to her little brood as they get in the car, "You guys want to watch me deal with several hours of boredom tomorrow night while we record?"
Bloodnymph, in the front passenger seat, chuckles, "How about you let me take the new girls out hunting, instead?"
Kathy looks at Felicia and Rosanna in the rear view mirror as she starts the car, "Your choice."
Rhett - Who is Lodin?
Capone answers, "Lodin is the Prince of Chicago. The true boss around here, at least as far as the Kindred are concerned. That's us, by the way, just a fancy name for vampires some dirt-sucker in Europe came up with a thousand years ago."
Clara and Chloe take Rhett outside, Clara answering Rhett's other question along the way, "What you felt was the beast. The primal, predatory instinct to kill. Give in too much and you become something less than human. But, you must feed it to keep it at bay."
Chloe nods, "We are of the Gangrel clan of vampires and we have a special relationship with the beast. You see, the more we give into it, the more it overtakes us physically."
She points to her feet, which Rhett hadn't really noticed before. The reason she isn't wearing shoes is that her feet are almost cat-like, with thin claws in place of toe-nails. She walks as if she's in high heels, on the balls of her feet, but their slightly odd shape makes it look more like her actual heel is a second, backward facing knee.
As if to emphasize the point, Clara takes off the sunglasses she's been wearing this whole time. Her eyes are cat-like, yellow with slitted pupils. Unlike Chloe and himself, Clara's fangs haven't retracted. They still feature prominently in her mouth and Rhett notices that her other teeth are more pointed than normal as well, giving her a feral and unsettling smile.
Clara hops on a massive Harley parked out front, pulling Chloe up to sit in front of her. She motions to a smaller bike behind, "That's on loan. Don't wreck it or I wreck you. We're going to see Inyanga, the leader of our clan. Crusty old biddy. You'll like her."
Li - Meeting DuSable
As they leave, Li notices the lead guitarist of the band leading a group of three other women out of the club. Two of them appear to be teenagers and one seems to have been embraced tonight just like him. He doesn't have time contemplate it further though as Garwood drags him out, barely acknowledging the nod from the lead guitarist.
Garwood gets into a 1978 black mustang in pristine condition and waits for Li to get in the passenger seat, "Watch the leather."
He starts the car and drives toward the suburbs, "DuSable is my sire. He's an old academic, embraced during World War II. He's been watching you for months. But, he couldn't get permission from the Prince, Lodin, to embrace you, so he had me do it. Kathy and I earned a boon from the Prince a while back and DuSable forced me to use it to bring you into the fold."
He pulls the car up to the curb next to an old Victorian house with elaborate balconies and a widow's walk, "You're DuSable's problem now. Get out."
Ira - The Lessons Begin
Kevin's tone softens a bit, "Yeah. I was embraced by Lodin in 1984. Look, there's a lot you need to learn and not much time to do it. Lodin wants me to teach you and if you screw it up, its my head. And yours. First lesson. Lodin is an imperialistic tyrant. He uses people. To him, you and me and everyone else are nothing more than minions. Second lesson. Learn the game. I'm sure you won't have a problem with that. We live in a constant game of one-ups-manship. We're a room full of predators ready to pounce, just waiting for someone to slip up. Power and prestige are the name of the game. But, always remember that at the end of the night, blood is all that really matters. You take whatever blood you can to keep the beast at bay because if you give in to your blood lust, no amount of power in the world will save you."
The party goers and their garish costumes are a cacophony of background noise, their voices and laughter drowned out by the sound of the blood pulsing through their veins.
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