Tale Weaver's Vampire: The Masquerade Game Board

[izillama]

Bored, Clover began to wander around the pawn shop. Even though Koln and Ruby insisted on buying ninja throwing stars as weapons, Clover doubted that they would do her any good.
Rounding a corner, she vaguely heard Koln and Kip begin to speak about a whip behind the counter. But Clover's attention was directed elsewhere.
She smiled and stepped forward to one of the metal industrial shelves. 'Oooh...'
Clover reached out her hand and slipped her hand over the smooth case. Hard leather. Shiny. Steel studs on the side holding together the seams. Beautiful. And classy.
Slowly, she unlatched it. The hinges must have been relatively new. The instrument inside was just as beautiful. Dark wood. Long, supple neck with a lovely corkscrew scroll. The belly and ribs was as shiny as a dining room table. She could practically see herself in it!
Giddy, Clover extracted the violin from its case, tentatively plucking at the strings. They were horribly out of tune. But with a little careful manipulation, this could just work.
She grinned back at the case and picked it up. It was heavy. Between its weight, how hard it was, and those lovely steel studs, this could certainly do some damage or at least stun someone, right? And no one seeing her walking around with a violin case on the street would ever be the wiser...

Hey, it could work! lol
Gunslinger Girl's Henrietta ftw ^.^

 

[Strider_Koln]

Koln opens his wallet once again, shoveling out two twenties and a ten. As he does he hears a giggle, looking down on the ten dollar bill, where Hamilton's mug shoud be sits a small blue imp. It winks at him, laughing and pointing, and bouncing about as if doing a dance. Forcing himself to not be taken into the madness, he rubs his eyes roughly with the back of his fists, the image soon fading away. When will his brain tire of mocking him...

(( Koln's imp of the perverse: One of these little guys: http://animeshots.org/shots/218.jpg ))

Koln hands Kip the money and happily takes his whip, able to roll it up and figures he can loop it through his belt under his cloak to conceal it. Quite happy with his purchase he boasts to Ruby, "You know, the tip of a bullwhip can travel about 950 miles an hour, which is more than enough to cut flesh and break bones!" Odd that a priest would speak with such joy about inflicting pain on others... The madness creeping around his demeanor noticibly... he is feeling hungry... if only Ruby wasn't also a vampire... His lips begin to slowly curl up revealing the tips of his fangs... he needs to bite something...

Fortunately Koln's attention is averted by noticing Clover picking up the violin. "Ah, it suits you Clover! Do you play?" He turns, smiling eagerly at her.

 

[izillama]

Clover nodded as she lugged the instrument over to the counter. She could tell that it had quite a bit of weight to it, but she hardly registered it in her new vampiric form.
She smiled at Koln, "Yes. I played up through tenth grade, but stopped to focus more on my studies."
She blushed a little, "Not to brag, but I was actually quite good. If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to follow in my father's footsteps... well, maybe I would have been a professional muscisian. Who knows?"
She laughed and placed the case on the counter, smiling at Kip, "And how much for this?"

 

[Strider_Koln]

Clover nodded as she lugged the instrument over to the counter. She could tell that it had quite a bit of weight to it, but she hardly registered it in her new vampiric form.
She smiled at Koln, "Yes. I played up through tenth grade, but stopped to focus more on my studies."
She blushed a little, "Not to brag, but I was actually quite good. If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to follow in my father's footsteps... well, maybe I would have been a professional muscisian. Who knows?"
She laughed and placed the case on the counter, smiling at Kip, "And how much for this?"

Koln smiles warmly, "Ah très bon, I cannot wait to hear what you know-" He stops, letting her speak, "Wanted to follow in my father's footsteps..."
That hit a nerve, Koln's expression saddening a bit, although he tries to keep up his cheerful demeanor to not worry the girls. "Very good... I will be outside..." Koln turns briskly walking outside the pawn store and leaning up against the wall. He looks up at the stars overhead, wondering what kind of great hunter his father was, and if his own son was somewhere out there, vainly hoping to meet his own dad one day.
What would he think of him now, or what curses does his own father shout from the depths of hell, he does not know. He moves to the side of the store, so the girls cannot see him from inside, bringing his own arm to his face he bites down... trying to keep his face covered as best as possible, trying to hide from everyone, even God if possible.

 

[ladyphoenix]

Koln smiles warmly, "Ah très bon, I cannot wait to hear what you know-" He stops, letting her speak, "Wanted to follow in my father's footsteps..."
That hit a nerve, Koln's expression saddening a bit, although he tries to keep up his cheerful demeanor to not worry the girls. "Very good... I will be outside..." Koln turns briskly walking outside the pawn store and leaning up against the wall. He looks up at the stars overhead, wondering what kind of great hunter his father was, and if his own son was somewhere out there, vainly hoping to meet his own dad one day.
What would he think of him now, or what curses does his own father shout from the depths of hell, he does not know. He moves to the side of the store, so the girls cannot see him from inside, bringing his own arm to his face he bites down... trying to keep his face covered as best as possible, trying to hide from everyone, even God if possible.

"whips sound painful,but i would have never thought they would be dangerous like that?!" Ruby said in shock. There were so many new things to learn of this world. She smiled at clover when hearing about the violin. "I can't wait to hear you play it Clover," she said cheerfully. She watched as Koln excused himself. "I think I'm just about done too. What do you think we should do next?" she asked curiously as she waited for Clover to purchase the instrument.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Krazy Kip's Pawn Shop

Clover nodded as she lugged the instrument over to the counter. She could tell that it had quite a bit of weight to it, but she hardly registered it in her new vampiric form.
She smiled at Koln, "Yes. I played up through tenth grade, but stopped to focus more on my studies."
She blushed a little, "Not to brag, but I was actually quite good. If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to follow in my father's footsteps... well, maybe I would have been a professional muscisian. Who knows?"
She laughed and placed the case on the counter, smiling at Kip, "And how much for this?"

Kip takes the violin from Clover and looks it over. "This really is a nice instrument" he says. He runs the bow over the strings and a totally out of tune note that hurts the ears is produced. "Ah, never was too good with instruments heh heh!" he says rather embarrassed as he puts it back in the case. "This here will run you $130".

 

[izillama]

Clover resisted the urge to blurt out, "Are you kidding?"
She thought about the mere $127 that she had in her wallet and sighed. It wasn't that she couldn't use her credit card for this, but she didn't think that anyone needed to know that she was in a pawn shop this late at night buying something for $130.
Putting on the serious air of a collector, she leaned against the counter business-like. She looked at him pointedly and they locked eyes,
"Kip. You and I both know that that's far from the fair asking price for this piece of junk! Look at the leather on the case: it's cracked and starting to mold. I'd have to replace it before the year is out. The inner lining is also so dingy that, well, I might as buy a new case for this thing, huh? As for the violin itself, please, you know that the body of the instrument as seen better days. When was this made? The 40s? 50s? I'm sure I could go to the shop down hte street and it would be appraised at no more than $50! Heh, I'm sorry, Kip, but I think that it's only fair for you to sell this thing to me for around... say... $75?"
She stared at him and waited for him to counter-offer.

Mesmerize!

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Krazy Kip's Pawn Shop

Clover resisted the urge to blurt out, "Are you kidding?"
She thought about the mere $127 that she had in her wallet and sighed. It wasn't that she couldn't use her credit card for this, but she didn't think that anyone needed to know that she was in a pawn shop this late at night buying something for $130.
Putting on the serious air of a collector, she leaned against the counter business-like. She looked at him pointedly and they locked eyes,
"Kip. You and I both know that that's far from the fair asking price for this piece of junk! Look at the leather on the case: it's cracked and starting to mold. I'd have to replace it before the year is out. The inner lining is also so dingy that, well, I might as buy a new case for this thing, huh? As for the violin itself, please, you know that the body of the instrument as seen better days. When was this made? The 40s? 50s? I'm sure I could go to the shop down hte street and it would be appraised at no more than $50! Heh, I'm sorry, Kip, but I think that it's only fair for you to sell this thing to me for around... say... $75?"
She stared at him and waited for him to counter-offer.

Mesmerize!

Kip's Will Save
1d20 -2 → [16,-2] = (14)

rats, lost by 1
You can't exactly lean over the counter though because of the wall of glass in front.

Kip seems to space out for a moment and then says "$75.....$75 sounds fine...yes. I guess it is a little beat up." He rings Clover out and then all of a sudden goes back to his outgoing self. He looks at his watch and says to Clover and Ruby "Well ladies it's been fun but it's time to close shop! Be careful out there you hear? It can get a little rough out there at this hour. Have fun with your role-playing, just don't take out someone's eye or something heh heh!"

You leave the store with your new found weapons and violin in hand. Kip locks the shop's door and closes the gate behind it after everyone is outside leaving you all on the street once again. Across the street you can see a rather happy and passed out bum sitting against a building with a paper bag in his hand.

 

[Strider_Koln]

Grunting he pushes his fangs deeper, and deeper, the pain distracts him from the madness, but his life-blood tastes more like, well, dead-blood, not satisfying him at all. All around him he hears laughing, images flickering in front of him as if coming from an old-time projecter, the pig-taield girl providing the music on a piano as he sees himself trying to set fire to the hobo, hurling apples at the elderly while screaming Bible verses in Latin, thrusting a stake through the bloodied heart of a toaster-oven that he thinks is a devil, driving a schoolbus off a ramp through a pyramid of flaming televisions that all flicker with images of green clovers and bright rubies, and eagerly opening a coffin laying on an hill in an old countryside
only to find the ashes of two lovers...and rather...heretics. Damned stupid desert birds that keep flying into the thorns...
It all confuses him, excites him, angers him... and he feels hungry...

He looks up under his hat with piercing green eyes locked onto the passed out bum on the street. His lips curl back, like an angry wolf ready to bite, but his maniacal hungry rage is interrupted by a squeak and the feeling of fur on his cheek. He violently turns his head to his shoulder, and is now eye to eye with Socrates, whom just looks up at him as if to say "You're better than this, knock it off." Embaressed, he nods, his face calming as he picks up the small white rat, nuzzling him to his cheek. "Thank you..."

Koln waves, happily meeting the girls outside of the store with Socrates on his shoulder. By his demeanor he looks fine but you cannot help but wonder at the small drops of blood on the pavement that lead up to him.
"So, are we all set? Interesting choice going for a violin Clover, I pray you do not try to use it as a weapon."

 

[ladyphoenix]

Koln waves, happily meeting the girls outside of the store with Socrates on his shoulder. By his demeanor he looks fine but you cannot help but wonder at the small drops of blood on the pavement that lead up to him.
"So, are we all set? Interesting choice going for a violin Clover, I pray you do not try to use it as a weapon."

Ruby and Clover meet Koln outside, but something seems amiss. She smells the scent of rust in the air, which then pulls her head in several directions. She finally looks down and notices the drops of crimson. "Are you ok Koln, have you fed on someone while we were inside?" she questioned in a slight panic. "I know the last fight took alot out of us and you were using your newfound disciplines as well." She stepped closer to him and squinted to see if he was hiding something. Koln liked to put on a cheerful face even in sour times.