Tale Weaver's Vampire: The Masquerade Game Board

[izillama]

Clover shared Ruby's relieved look, and she too sat down, "Yes. He might be useful for allies. And I did find his intentions noble, in wanting to get rid of us for the peace of this city. However, I'm still not entirely sure if I trust him. Especially since poor Koln here now seems to be rather smitten after having tasted the guy. Right?"
She smirked rather cruelly at Koln, barely even realizing she was doing so. The whole encounter--having been the one on the front lines, having been the one to speak and to excuse themselves, and having faced danger with at least an air of bravery--had Clover feeling rather cocky at the moment. She didn't even realize how deep she seemed to bite with her comments.
She felt in charge. And it felt damn good.
Plowing straight forward, she began to open the envelope, "Well now, let's see what old Prestor was kind enough to leave us, shall we?"

 

[Tale_Weaver]

The Broadstreet

Clover shared Ruby's relieved look, and she too sat down, "Yes. He might be useful for allies. And I did find his intentions noble, in wanting to get rid of us for the peace of this city. However, I'm still not entirely sure if I trust him. Especially since poor Koln here now seems to be rather smitten after having tasted the guy. Right?"
She smirked rather cruelly at Koln, barely even realizing she was doing so. The whole encounter--having been the one on the front lines, having been the one to speak and to excuse themselves, and having faced danger with at least an air of bravery--had Clover feeling rather cocky at the moment. She didn't even realize how deep she seemed to bite with her comments.
She felt in charge. And it felt damn good.
Plowing straight forward, she began to open the envelope, "Well now, let's see what old Prestor was kind enough to leave us, shall we?"

Clover pours the contents of the envelope onto the table. You find out that the heavy objects inside the envelope are a gun with a single magazine. Koln immediately recognizes the gun as his long lost S&W PC 356 that he originally brought with him to Denver.

The rest of the contents are all paperwork. Quickly looking through them Clover can see that they are legal documents that claim a safety deposit box under Jacob Prestor's name. There are no beneficiaries on the document.

Check the OOC for the gun's stats.

 

[Strider_Koln]

Clover shared Ruby's relieved look, and she too sat down, "Yes. He might be useful for allies. And I did find his intentions noble, in wanting to get rid of us for the peace of this city. However, I'm still not entirely sure if I trust him. Especially since poor Koln here now seems to be rather smitten after having tasted the guy. Right?"
She smirked rather cruelly at Koln, barely even realizing she was doing so.

Koln sighs, running his fingertips over his wrists, wondering if it's possible to bleed himself dry and still live... he's heard stories of vampires removing organs to fit drugs/bombs, so a little bloodletting shouldn't hurt, right?

Koln's eyes light up when he sees his old gun. He grabs the two-tone automatic and looks over it, hoping that it's still loaded with the rounds he carried that day, specially blessed .45 ACP rounds. His S&W is custom-made, but fits the specs of a regular S&W pc945. He is tempted to walk back into the club but he relents...

"Not funny Clover...I have just about had it with these vampires. They're given eternal life and what do they do? They waste it, the best of them pretend to be invisible, and the worst of them treat their immortality like cheap whore. When humans act with such reckless abandon they get their retribution in the form of God's Divine Wrath... but these vampires are godless beings... someone has to make things right."

 

[ladyphoenix]

Koln sighs, running his fingertips over his wrists, wondering if it's possible to bleed himself dry and still live... he's heard stories of vampires removing organs to fit drugs/bombs, so a little bloodletting shouldn't hurt, right?

Koln's eyes light up when he sees his old gun. He grabs the two-tone automatic and looks over it, hoping that it's still loaded with the rounds he carried that day, specially blessed .45 ACP rounds. His S&W is custom-made, but fits the specs of a regular S&W pc945. He is tempted to walk back into the club but he relents...

"Not funny Clover...I have just about had it with these vampires. They're given eternal life and what do they do? They waste it, the best of them pretend to be invisible, and the worst of them treat their immortality like cheap whore. When humans act with such reckless abandon they get their retribution in the form of God's Divine Wrath... but these vampires are godless beings... someone has to make things right."

Ruby whispers into Clover's ear. Her naivety kicking in. "Clover, whatsa whore?" Her village never really had much crime accept for a little mischief with unhinging animals and putting salt in the apple pies.
What time is it now by the way, not sure if we have time to go to the bank, unless its closed

 

[izillama]

Clover fixed Koln with a rather dead stare while answering Ruby like a dictionary, "Whore. A person, usually a woman, who engages in lascivious behavior for money or pleasure."
She reached over and placed her hand over Koln's, gently lowering both his hand and his gun to a safer altitude.
Then, she still continued to stare him down and speak to Ruby, "Though, in the context Koln uses it, it's a person who sells themself or their moral integrity for a lowly, unworthy cause. Vampires. Godless beings indeed. Given an eternity of time--well-suited to lofty, heartfelt causes--yet falling prey to the temptation of running night clubs, cities, and the lives of the mortals who foolishly throw away thier lives in reckless abandon, hoping for one night of fun with the undead."
Clover folded her arms and leaned backwards, shaking her head in disgust, "Koln, I think I'd have to agree with you on this one. Worthless, heartless, greedy creatures the lot of them. Even us! However, I do ask that you refrain from getting us in trouble with Edward again. In particular, I mean don't shoot anyone for Heaven's sake! Put that thing away, will you?"

(time check!)

 

[Strider_Koln]

Koln nods, putting away the gun... "Yes... I've given up my duty to God some time ago. I just pray that some other hunter out there, stronger than me, perhaps one of my brothers, will give vampires like Edward reason to fear death once again. You do not have to worry Clover, I will do many things, but I swear to you that I will do nothing to harm either one of you. Again, I'm in no position to throw stones anymore... besides, you're the only family I have now."

 

[Tale_Weaver]

The Broadstreet

Ruby whispers into Clover's ear. Her naivety kicking in. "Clover, whatsa whore?" Her village never really had much crime accept for a little mischief with unhinging animals and putting salt in the apple pies.
What time is it now by the way, not sure if we have time to go to the bank, unless its closed

The time is now 1:30am and people are starting to shuffle out of the club and head to the bus or their cars. You are certain that some of the people that walk by are actually vampires blending in with the crowd. A man leads an obviously drunk woman to their car while she stumbles along laughing loudly. It is far too late for a bank to be open. Clover knows that the bank hours are normally between 7am and 5pm which would definitely be too much daytime for the likes of this group.

 

[Strider_Koln]

After some more character building, our three heroes are now standing by the closest shuttle stop, conversing what their next move should be. Here, our fearless leader, Koln Clergue, takes the initiative:

"Time is on our side, now that Edward is no longer after us, and we successfully faked my death. I think we should wait for a particularly rainy day to venture outside to the bank. We should check the weather on your laptop Clover when we head back to the dorm and pick a date. Now we should head back to the Emerson house. I have a cunning plan..."

 

[izillama]

Clover remained quiet, staring pointedly at Koln. She only let him think that he was in charge, much like a cat lets the dog thinks it has the run of the house. But when the owner comes home and finds things askew, who does he blame?
She nodded along with Koln's plan. She had wanted to see what the big deal was with this house for some time now. Clover didn't believe in ghosts, so the idea of a haunted house was ridiculous. There had to be another explanation. There always was. She felt for the deck of playing cards, resting peacefully in the bottom of her bag, smirking ruefully.
'Smoke and mirrors.'
But as for the problem of the bank hours (and the unpredictability of weather), Clover had her own idea.
It involved Mindy and a very cleverly concocted bottle of red.
'Koln's going to murder me.'
As the bus pulled up, she quietly fell in line behind her two friends, allowing them to sit together on one side of the aisle while she took up one seat on the other. She heard herself giggle slightly at the idea of herself as a cat. Only this time, she decided that Koln was more of a mouse than a dog. Or perhaps a rat? There was Socrates to consider after all. The dog, Ruby, will have the run of the house. The rat, Koln, will bask in its freedoms. But the cat, Clover, will sit and watch from afar, controlling the actions of the other two like naive marionettes.
'To Emerson's we go.'

 

[Tale_Weaver]

The Wheels On The Bus Go Round And Round...

Clover remained quiet, staring pointedly at Koln. She only let him think that he was in charge, much like a cat lets the dog thinks it has the run of the house. But when the owner comes home and finds things askew, who does he blame?
She nodded along with Koln's plan. She had wanted to see what the big deal was with this house for some time now. Clover didn't believe in ghosts, so the idea of a haunted house was ridiculous. There had to be another explanation. There always was. She felt for the deck of playing cards, resting peacefully in the bottom of her bag, smirking ruefully.
'Smoke and mirrors.'
But as for the problem of the bank hours (and the unpredictability of weather), Clover had her own idea.
It involved Mindy and a very cleverly concocted bottle of red.
'Koln's going to murder me.'
As the bus pulled up, she quietly fell in line behind her two friends, allowing them to sit together on one side of the aisle while she took up one seat on the other. She heard herself giggle slightly at the idea of herself as a cat. Only this time, she decided that Koln was more of a mouse than a dog. Or perhaps a rat? There was Socrates to consider after all. The dog, Ruby, will have the run of the house. The rat, Koln, will bask in its freedoms. But the cat, Clover, will sit and watch from afar, controlling the actions of the other two like naive marionettes.
'To Emerson's we go.'

You all ride the bus from the Broadstreet to the now closed mall. As you are all sitting together Koln has a grin on his face as if he has come up with some genius plan, Clover sits plainly conniving about how she is going to make Mindy her slave, and Ruby is bouncing around excitedly like a dog inside a car.

Koln
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Socrates pokes his head out of your pocket in a way that no one else on the bus can really see. He looks up at you and says "That Clover sure is a bch huh?"
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The bus pulls up to the mall which is desolate and empty. It seems the only reason it stopped at the mall at this hour is to drop off a few passengers who live nearby. You all step off the bus here and must walk to get to the Emerson Estate.