{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[Catulle]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Vychtorya - per/empathy - 10,8,6,4,4,3 reroll 8 = 4 successes)

"...and you dare, you dare to question the order of my house, you upstart pimp? I am not a man to stand by and idly watch as your petty band of thieves and vagabonds tears the heart out of what is mine..."

It was a familiar enough dance, easy to read. Shockingly so, perhaps, for the refined young kindred would have expected greater restraint from one of the city's elders. The rage boiling over with every sharp ennunciation was all too genuine for her to be comfortable with and it seemed to her that the harpy, Brujah to the core, was close to losing control of his own tongue as he weathered the storm. Vych could see his eyes narrow as Nathaniel provided him with more ammunition for the coming assault, and Mazz's lips pursed into a thin smile even as his hands curled into fists by his sides. The five or six people nearest the pair just stared agape at the spectacle, caught in the moment as prey animals awaiting their deaths.

Across the bar, she could see Caitlyn and her companion pressing for service. While the singer seemed distracted on the wings of a song, the young man with her was watching the little drama unfold with an interested expression.

 

[Catulle]

The Maupassant Room
Thursday 12th December, 2002

(Nikolai - int/occult+1 (occult library) diff6 - 9,9,9,8,7,6,1,1 = 4 successes)

The vision took all of his strength of mind to focus, the connection seeming weaker than his previous castings of the ritual. Perhaps the sending was weakened by his own lesser connection to the messenger. The messenger he hoped would lead him to some new insight, closer to his prey, the predator, the poet.

Neon and darkness, the flicker-flash of headlights over the dark expanse of water, steel mesh to the left-hand side and the gleam of slick, wet asphalt.

It was on a bridge, and moving.

The Brooklyn skyline loomed ahead and he was sure he saw the lights of coney island shine brighter, as a beacon in the darkness.

The Feral's destination?

 

[reapersaurus]

Nikolai watched the images dance in his mind's capture of a fleeting memory.

He concentrated on them a bit longer, aiming at gleaning the gazing ball's destination before releasing his stolen vision.

OOC: Nik will watch until he is fairly sure that the Feral is stopping at Coney Island, and until he gets some sense of WHERE on Coney Island the thing might be stopping or going to. I'd presume it's a fairly large place, and it's not enough to just know it's going to Coney Island to realistically track it down.

 

[Tory Adore]

A lyric coerced Vychtorya from her forward movement toward the word-dueling pair as "Serenity" played on, and she stopped mid-stride looking about the small gathering of Kine.

Vych contemplates in her mind what role she should take as she steps to the railing. Thinking to herself,
‘V, this is not Elysium. Should you tempt your fate so with the Harpy after his earlier generosity? Should you involve yourself in the matters of Nathaniel’s house just yet? Doing so might place both against you, even against your love perhaps. Maybe you should just let their little symposium play out and be ready with a distraction for the humans should it be needed? Besides, doesn’t the heat between the elders intrigue you a bit?’
A slightly mischievous curve crosses the right side of Vych’s mouth at the last line of her thoughts, watching the drama unfold.

She glances to Carrick to see if he continues his advance on the pair. Vych thinks to herself with a little non-audible laugh in her throat,
‘Perhaps Carrick will offer them the gentleman’s ten paces, pistols remedy to their disagreement.’

Vych turns facing the railing and looking out beyond the dance floor to locate Sebastian in the music booth, and motions for him to come to her. Leaning over the rail she begins as she brushes ‘Bastian’s cheek with the back of her hand,
“Perhaps we should be ready with entertainment. I know it varies from our previous schedule, but please have everyone at the ready. Be prepared and watch for my cue.”

Vych turns, moves to a good vantagepoint, and leans on the rail behind her with her elbows, hands hanging free, palms facing downward. There is no visible emotion to her face as she gazes at those about the bar listening to the onslaught of words. The gentleman with the singer does catch her eye. Vych wonders what his sudden interest is with this little discussion since he was somewhat idle before. She would have to worry about him later though she thought. Her gaze moves to the elders once again as she tries to prepare for whatever she may need to do.