Vampire: The Masquerade - Who Wants To Live Forever?

[Strider_Koln]

"It would seem le four-leafed one wishes to knock on ze door, using the side of her face. Ever so clever!"

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Clover shook her head to clear it from the trance she had been in. Then she glared at her companions, tilting her head arrogantly at their "ready to pounce" positions. She growled, "Oh, just give it a rest already."

Haughtily, she stepped over to the door in question and gave a quick listen, readying her whip as she did so.

OOC: Are we talking more like "three distinctly shambling pairs of feet, as though of brain dead zombies" or "three distinct and clearly in-control-of-their-faculties pairs of feet walking confidently around a room"? Clover's Listen Check 1d20+7 → [16,7] = (23)

Clover
[sblock]It's 3 distinct human-like footsteps. Not shambling like zombies.[/sblock]

 

[izillama]

Clover gave Koln a dry look, then rolled her eyes. She whispered, "Well, let's go ahead and run this party into the ground, shall we?"

Suddenly, her face turned violent, almost manic. Still holding her whip in the one hand, she pulled her pistol with the other and rammed the grip of it against the door once, resulting in a rather large, resounding bang. She spoke sharply and distinctly, "Open up! We have the place surrounded. Your demise is here and you'd better be ready to meet it head on!"

Just as swiftly as that little bout of angst burst through, Clover became unnervingly calm once more. She turned towards her companions, smiling too-sweetly, "Well, they're sufficiently alerted to our presence now. Have fun." With a shrug, she took a few slow steps away, whistling the opening verse of Frère Jacques as a lonely, eerie melody in the echoing hallway.

 

[ladymermaid]

Clover gave Koln a dry look, then rolled her eyes. She whispered, "Well, let's go ahead and run this party into the ground, shall we?"

Suddenly, her face turned violent, almost manic. Still holding her whip in the one hand, she pulled her pistol with the other and rammed the grip of it against the door once, resulting in a rather large, resounding bang. She spoke sharply and distinctly, "Open up! We have the place surrounded. Your demise is here and you'd better be ready to meet it head on!"

Just as swiftly as that little bout of angst burst through, Clover became unnervingly calm once more. She turned towards her companions, smiling too-sweetly, "Well, they're sufficiently alerted to our presence now. Have fun." With a shrug, she took a few slow steps away, whistling the opening verse of Frère Jacques as a lonely, eerie melody in the echoing hallway.

"Thanks...I think?" Meredith gets ready to attack the first crazy looking person who comes out of the room.

 

[Strider_Koln]

Koln studies Clover for a moment, paying careful attention to her aura... may have something planned for this one... His offer to her back in Denver never expired, and now he wonders if it's time to make good on it.


After glancing at her aura, he then returns ready, facing the door.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Lacey sees Koln scanning Clover as she knocks. She sticks her tongue out at him.

The doorknob slowly turns and a cloaked figure with a white mask peeks through the cracked door. He opens it further when he sees Koln and Lacey standing across the hallway. "Ah, Master said you would be here for tea! But you are early and we have not set the table. Please, be patient."

 

[Strider_Koln]

Lacey sees Koln scanning Clover as she knocks. She sticks her tongue out at him.

The doorknob slowly turns and a cloaked figure with a white mask peeks through the cracked door. He opens it further when he sees Koln and Lacey standing across the hallway. "Ah, Master said you would be here for tea! But you are early and we have not set the table. Please, be patient."

"Ah! Please tell monsieur we apologize for any inconvenience. We Christian souls, while we would enjoy some T as it is our favorite letter, understand that patience is a virtue, no?" Koln explains, as he remembers his manners to remove his hat before his host's chamberlain.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

"Ah! Please tell monsieur we apologize for any inconvenience. We Christian souls, while we would enjoy some T as it is our favorite letter, understand that patience is a virtue, no?" Koln explains, as he remembers his manners to remove his hat before his host's chamberlain.

The masked man nods fervently and then shuts the door. Moments later he opens it again. "It appears we can seat you. Please come in, we have much to discuss."

The masked man opens the door and steps aside, you can see a sparse, but comfortable looking parlor with many tables and soft chairs scattered around. Two other cloaked and masked figures flit around the room seeming to be tidying up behind the one who opened the door for you.

 

[ladymermaid]

The masked man nods fervently and then shuts the door. Moments later he opens it again. "It appears we can seat you. Please come in, we have much to discuss."

The masked man opens the door and steps aside, you can see a sparse, but comfortable looking parlor with many tables and soft chairs scattered around. Two other cloaked and masked figures flit around the room seeming to be tidying up behind the one who opened the door for you.

Meredith gets out of her attack stance and puts her clawed hands behind her back in a gesture of polite manners without actually sheathing her claws. She peers in the room and cocks an eyebrow at the decor in contrast to the bloody scene that they are currently standing in. She looks at Koln, unsure if she should go first after the last time she passed out while walking into one of these crazy rooms.

 

[Strider_Koln]

"Si'l vous plait, madame?" Koln steps aside, allowing Lacey and Meredith into the room first. He, too, has remembered his manners, as to keep his hat off of his head. He gives a knowing wink... and another, so it is more like a "blink" to Meredith, as she enters the room.

OOC: How are these guys dressed? And what are their auras? And are they all unarmed?