Tale Weaver's Vampire: The Masquerade Game Board

[Tale_Weaver]

Dr. Liverman's House

She finally smiled, nodding, "That sounds fair. However, we will decide which of us will supply that blood. We can't afford to be indiscriminate, after all. You may collect your sample first, then you will make us what we need. Now, do we have a deal, Dr. Liverman?" She extended her hand, which she knew would be icy cold to his touch.

Liverman ponders for a moment. "I will want to take blood from at least two of you. A pint from each should do it. The more I have the easier this will be." Liverman shakes Clover's hand, a discernible shiver goes through his body on contact

Koln is idly chewing his sleeve, appearing somewhat confused by what is going on. "Are we still in Kansas, Dorothy?" he asks Lacey, his head tilted confusedly. "For we surely are not in Heaven yet."

Lacey smiles at Koln, finishing her makeup she closes the compact and puts it away. She still has her lipstick out. She leans close to Koln so that she can reach the table in front of him, brushing her shoulder up against his. She starts drawing on the table in front of Koln. She hums to herself and whispers to Koln "This is where all things end." The picture she draws looks like a mutilated person with a Mickey Mouse cap on.

 

[Strider_Koln]

Koln starts humming the Mickey Mouse Club theme song out loud as he looks on at Lacey's plan. As he does, he makes the sign of the cross over himself, wincing in pain as he does so, fighting a wave of panic and letting out a small worried whimper.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Dr. Liverman's House

Koln starts humming the Mickey Mouse Club theme song out loud as he looks on at Lacey's plan. As he does, he makes the sign of the cross over himself, wincing in pain as he does so, fighting a wave of panic and letting out a small worried whimper.

Lacey giggles playfully and pats Koln on the shoulder. She whispers in his ear "There there, no need to worry. We will be there soon, you will find your heaven."

Ruby glares at Lacey from across the table, a low growl growing in her throat.

Dr. Liverman takes his hand from Clover, rubbing it with the other to warm it. "Right then. Now that we have a deal, what is it exactly you need from me?"

 

[Strider_Koln]

"Monsieur Liver! We DEMAND onions for Our Lord! Now if you will kin-"

Father Koln goes silent at Clover's glare.

"Ah. Well nevermind, I will just content myself with following in Our Lord's footsteps then..."

Koln then starts to spin in a counter clockwise circle, still humming the Mickey Mouse theme as he does.

This goes on for a bit before he sits down in a chair, hands folded in front of his face and watches Clover intently, like a puppet master.

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Or a worried coach.

OOC: For funsies, what's the Liver's aura?

 

[izillama]

Clover snatched her hand back from Dr. Liverman almost as quickly as he had, making a show of rubbing her palm on his tablecloth, as though to cleanse her skin of whatever he held. She still hadn't blinked or averted her gaze from him, and she hoped he found it unnerving, "I, Dr. Liverman, never mentioned a deal involving collecting blood from two of our coterie. However, should you be most accommodating, there may be some room for negotiation. Now..."

OOC: I feel like I either wrote and published this action before, or wrote it and then possibly deleted it. Either way, I can't seem to figure out if I already wrote something like this, and I apologize for any redundancy.

She fumbled in her bag for the briefest of moments and removed the wooden case of serums. She snapped it open on the table, her hands never leaving the sides of the box and her eyes never leaving his face, to allow him to examine it, "What we require of you, Dr. Liverman, is a suitable replacement for these serums. They needn't work, of course. But we require liquids of the same color and consistency, and in the same bottles, to use as a convincing ruse. You may even use this wooden box for the final products, if you might be able to provide us with a substitute protective covering for the true serums. If, however, you cannot do this thing for us, we will simply exchange no blood with you and walk back out that door, no harm done. We need results, Dr. Liverman. But we mean you no harm if you are unable to provide them." She gave him a pointed look, warning him to not waste their time, but also promising to make it worth his should he be able to help them.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Liverman's House

OOC: For funsies, what's the Liver's aura?

Koln
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Livermans aura:
ORANGE-YELLOW: Creative, intelligent, detail oriented, perfectionist, scientific.
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Clover snatched her hand back from Dr. Liverman almost as quickly as he had, making a show of rubbing her palm on his tablecloth, as though to cleanse her skin of whatever he held. She still hadn't blinked or averted her gaze from him, and she hoped he found it unnerving, "I, Dr. Liverman, never mentioned a deal involving collecting blood from two of our coterie. However, should you be most accommodating, there may be some room for negotiation. Now..."

OOC: I feel like I either wrote and published this action before, or wrote it and then possibly deleted it. Either way, I can't seem to figure out if I already wrote something like this, and I apologize for any redundancy.

She fumbled in her bag for the briefest of moments and removed the wooden case of serums. She snapped it open on the table, her hands never leaving the sides of the box and her eyes never leaving his face, to allow him to examine it, "What we require of you, Dr. Liverman, is a suitable replacement for these serums. They needn't work, of course. But we require liquids of the same color and consistency, and in the same bottles, to use as a convincing ruse. You may even use this wooden box for the final products, if you might be able to provide us with a substitute protective covering for the true serums. If, however, you cannot do this thing for us, we will simply exchange no blood with you and walk back out that door, no harm done. We need results, Dr. Liverman. But we mean you no harm if you are unable to provide them." She gave him a pointed look, warning him to not waste their time, but also promising to make it worth his should he be able to help them.

Liverman examines the serums in the wooden box. He scratches his chin and says "Ah yes, I do remember these. These are the ones that Jacob Prestor himself made. To think, he made something that turned people into vampires? But he intended on making a cure."

Liverman paces the room for a bit seemingly lost in thought. After a moment he walks back over to Clover "I believe I can help you yes. You see, I have some prototypes of this serum down in the basement, my...in-house laboratory if you will. Utterly useless now that a real serum has been made. I think these will do you just fine. Now, if you don't mind coming down with me." Liverman gestures to Clover to follow him. "You and anyone who is going to be giving some of their blood. Please, follow me." Liverman says this with a smile.

 

[izillama]

Clover snapped the serum case closed loudly and couldn't help the brief flash of rage which lit her features. Still unblinking, she tilted her head; much like a predator staring down prey, "I don't remember offering my blood for your use, Dr. Liverman. Why not bring your prototypes and blood collecting supplies up here, and then we'll talk." Her glare dared him to argue.

 

[Strider_Koln]

Koln, Lacey, and Socrates watch the back-and-forth between Clover and the man of Liver like an intense tennis match.

 

[izillama]

Koln, Lacey, and Socrates watch the back-and-forth between Clover and the man of Liver like an intense tennis match.

OOC: *high five!* ^.^

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Dr. Liverman's House

Clover snapped the serum case closed loudly and couldn't help the brief flash of rage which lit her features. Still unblinking, she tilted her head; much like a predator staring down prey, "I don't remember offering my blood for your use, Dr. Liverman. Why not bring your prototypes and blood collecting supplies up here, and then we'll talk." Her glare dared him to argue.

Liverman's smile fades and his face becomes stern. "You come into my house in the middle of the night and make demands of me. How do I know you won't just take the serums I have and run? Maybe even burn my house down like Prestor's! I need some assurance that you'll hold up your end of the bargain and I want the blood first. Unfortunately Miss....Clover was it?...You appear to be the best candidate..." As he says this he peers over at the table with Lacey doodling on it, Koln staring on in a daze at Liverman after his outburst and Ruby glaring angrily at Lacey.

OOC: I put up a page on the wiki for aura color meanings by the way. You can find it here. I also added auras to the character pages of those whom have been "scanned" by Koln.