Tale Weaver's Vampire: The Masquerade Game Board

[Tale_Weaver]

On the Road

Koln was a second away from proudly taking credit for the furniture change, but he stops himself. Clover's right, for as it says in the Good Book, those deeds that go unnoticed on Earth are the ones that go most rewarded in Heaven.

"Tres' bien! We are no longer here then, merci monsieur Liver, and God be with you."

Without waiting for a reply, he turns and leaves, with Ruby gently tucked around his arm. "I hope he didn't hurt you too much mon petite doggie."

Ruby presses herself up against Koln as they walk out the door and says "No, it wasn't so bad...and I suppose it was for science after all...You know what? After all this is over, we should spar again sometime! That was fun!"

Lacey says "Yes, for science! Just like the feng shui in this room! Thank you Dr. Liver-man, it appears we are off to see the wizard!" She gives Liverman a little wave goodbye and promptly skips off after Koln and Ruby, Liverman staring at her backside all the way out the door. When Lacey is gone, Liverman turns to Clover and says "I wish you the best of luck. Maybe with your little contribution I can further my research on a cure here. Take care now."

I'm going to skip ahead here and assume you all go to Edward and give him the fake serums. The building is empty now and there are still broken windows in the front but at least the fire is out and it looks like everything is under control.

When given the fake serums Edward looks at the box inquisitively, taking out some of the vials and holding them up to the light. "These don't look like much but in the wrong hands they could be dangerous. I thank you for getting them to me. I will make sure these get locked away or maybe even destroyed, I don't know what Prestor was thinking when he created these things." He hands Clover a manilla folder and says "Take this to Monica Belhurst when you get to LA. She is a lawyer who works for 'us', she can help you disconnect from your mortal life. This is the least I can do for your help."

Edward gives the fake serums to Duke who leaves the room with them. Edward says "Is there anything else? I'm afraid you must leave soon if you are to start heading towards LA. You have a long trip ahead of you and the sun will rise in a few hours."

OOC: Normally I'd make you guys do a bluff check of some sort but honestly I don't really care. I'm not gonna give you a hard time with this.

 

[izillama]

Clover took the manilla folder and stuffed it into her increasingly filling bag. Then, she continued to stand like the regimented Catholic school girl that she was; at ease with her hands clasped calmly behind her back. If nothing else, she should at least come across as unassuming. Considering all the help he had been--and considering he hadn't decided to off them for being thorns in his side--Clover actually felt a little bad about deceiving Edward. Hesitantly, she allowed herself to fantasize for a moment as to how her existence would differ if she had taken him up on his offer to allow her to enter his court. How long would it have taken her to climb her way through the ranks? No. Angelica Edwards never climbed. She glided effortlessly through a world which was always hers to command. She had just never known how to work the puppets properly until her change.

Abruptly, her fantasy ended on a flat note as she listened to the three vampires behind her making a variety of shuffling, idle noises. Koln, Ruby, and now Lacey. She sighed inwardly. Yes, truly, these were the three reasons she could probably never achieve that greatness. They would have never forgiven her for giving into the allure of Edward's offer. And she could have probably never forgiven herself for abandoning them, either. She wasn't sure what was up with Lacey, but she got the feeling that Koln and Ruby would never have been welcomed into the Prince's little "club".

Nodded resolutely, she finally answered him, "No, I believe we've done all here that we can. We thank you again for your consideration. You have our deepest gratitude." She dipped her head into the respectful bow she had recently given Liverman. It seemed formal enough and, deceiving or not, she would never wish to be thought of as rude.

Turning, she regarded her companions, "Well, I don't know how far we'll get for tonight, but I suppose it's time to leave. Right? So, to California!"




*end story arc?*

 

[Tale_Weaver]

On the Road

Turning, she regarded her companions, "Well, I don't know how far we'll get for tonight, but I suppose it's time to leave. Right? So, to California!"

*end story arc?*

OOC: Not quite the end, but we're nearing the final scene!

Edward bids you all farewell and you leave the Broadstreet for probably the last time. A small part of you feels you will miss it, maybe even Edward and Duke a little bit.

You enter Lacey's truck and drive off. You drive in silence as you head down the highway, putting Denver behind you just like Clover's school. After awhile Ruby breaks the silence "So uhh...where exactly are we going anyway? What will we do when the sun rises?"

Lacey responds "Oh don't worry, I have a plan! We will go underground where no sun will find us!"

Ruby asks "Like a cave?"

"Well sort of, don't you worry your little carrot head, I will make sure that big bad Mr. Sun won't get us!" Everyone falls silent again and Lacey starts fiddling with the radio "I think we can do with a little music from space." The radio isn't terribly new, much like the truck itself isn't and Lacey clearly doesn't know how to work it very well. She turns the tuning dial and you are all hit with the wonder of Rick Astley as the static turns into "Never gonna give you up, Never gonna let you down, Never gonna run around and desert you, Never gonna make you cry, Never gonna say goodbye, Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you..." Ruby yells "I know that song!" before Lacey hits the radio with her fist and the station changes to "Highway To Hell". "Sorry about that, I hate when that happens!" she says.

Not too long after you hear the rumble of what sounds like motorcycles off in the distance behind you. Until then the road was silent, it is 3:30am after all, and this part of the road is steep and narrow as it passes through the mountains. About ten little headlights appear over the hill about 100ft behind the truck. Lacey looks at them in the rear view mirror "That's a lot of angry motorcycles, I hope they don't think I'm going to pull over for them. The last time I pulled over for bikers I lost all of my money and my favorite bowling ball!"

 

[izillama]

Clover was a nervous wreck, having just run away from her school, fooled Edward, and now being so many miles outside of civilization. She had never been in so much wilderness before! Her idea of wilderness was the cool blue ocean which surrounded a cruise ship, or an island. Or maybe that little slip of greenery that was Central Park, still close enough to city lights for her liking. Miles and miles of open road was wearing on her even more than the company she was in. Squeezed in the front cab in between Lacey and Koln, she still didn't feel as claustrophobic as she did under the open sky.

She hung on Ruby's question for a few minutes, wondering what indeed it mean to go "underground"? Surely Lacey didn't expect her to cover herself up with dirt or leaves or something! She hadn't brought that much clothing with her, and she didn't really feel like getting one of her few outfits so dirty!

Slowly, she maneuvered herself around to sit on her knees on the seat, opening up the tiny back window of the cab and leaning on the seat to look out. Obviously, the air wasn't having much of an effect on her, but it still felt like something, and drowned out the scratchy, annoying noises of radio coming from behind her.

Her eyes lit on the headlights of the motorcycles and she listened to Lacey talk about her last encounter with them. She pursed her lips in thought, "It's awfully early for them to be out like this, isn't it? Hm... no, Lacey, just keep going. We have as much a right to the road as them. If they want to get past, they'll have to go around. Leave plenty of room. Oh..." She suddenly noticed now closed in the walls of the canyon seemed to be, and felt more claustrophobic than ever. The lights of the motorcycles were only getting closer.

Nervous, maybe a little paranoid, she reached down from her perch at the window and placed a hand on Koln's shoulder, shaking him a little from his daze, "Hey, Koln! Look alive, will you?"

 

[Tale_Weaver]

OOC: While we wait for Mike, if he decides he even wants to post. I'd like to ask everyone where they're sitting in the truck. The truck is a 1998 Ford F150 so it has 2 seats up front and can seat 2 in the back comfortably (3 if need be). Lacey is obviously driving and Ruby is in the back behind the passenger seat.

 

[izillama]

OOC: I think here Clover will be the back seat driver and sit behind Lacey.

 

[Strider_Koln]

"Ah! Oh mon Dieu! Did everyone here that? Lacey lost her favorite ball for ze bowling! Let us all now bow our heads..."

Koln takes this chance to lead everyone in prayer, as he tries to think of a plan to fight the angry motorcycles behind them... Maybe throw Clover at them? No no no, that won't work. He'd never hear the end of it if he did...

 

[izillama]

"Ah! Oh mon Dieu! Did everyone HEAR that? Lacey lost her favorite ball for ze bowling! Let us all now bow our heads..."

Koln takes this chance to lead everyone in prayer, as he tries to think of a plan to fight the angry motorcycles behind them... Maybe throw Clover at them? No no no, that won't work. He'd never hear the end of it if he did...

Clover stared at Koln as he began to pray and leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms and regarding him quizzically. She wished she knew what was going on in his head. She was certain it was complex. But not in the way that they needed--the planning way.

Malkavian brains, she mused, are very much like a mixed drink. While each layer is being sloshed around, it's chaos. But even when the elements separate out again, it's still chaos. Still fragile. Still sloshing around, wavering indecisively. I would hate that. I would hate to never be aware of each layer of my thoughts. That little trick that Lacey played on me was bad enough. But going through that 24/7? God, Koln! Do I look at you with pity or awe?

She turned around, broken from her reverie by the closing in sounds of the motorcycles. Was it just coincidence that they were out this late? Or, was there something more sinister in store for them this evening?

Well, if the past few months of my existence is any signifier... I just hope our guns are big enough.

Clover began to toy with the gun in her handbag, absently beginning to load in bullets...

 

[Strider_Koln]

Clover stared at Koln as he began to pray and leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms and regarding him quizzically. She wished she knew what was going on in his head. She was certain it was complex. But not in the way that they needed--the planning way.

Malkavian brains, she mused, are very much like a mixed drink. While each layer is being sloshed around, it's chaos. But even when the elements separate out again, it's still chaos. Still fragile. Still sloshing around, wavering indecisively. I would hate that. I would hate to never be aware of each layer of my thoughts. That little trick that Lacey played on me was bad enough. But going through that 24/7? God, Koln! Do I look at you with pity or awe?

She turned around, broken from her reverie by the closing in sounds of the motorcycles. Was it just coincidence that they were out this late? Or, was there something more sinister in store for them this evening?

Well, if the past few months of my existence is any signifier... I just hope our guns are big enough.

Clover began to toy with the gun in her handbag, absently beginning to load in bullets...

"Amen"

Koln finishes his prayer with the sign of the cross. He then looks in the side mirror.

"Hm... I think I have a plan. Laces, pull over. I will ask if they have any Grey pu-Pon!"

 

[izillama]

Clover bites Tale Weaver and broods in the corner of the truck.