{V:tM - IC} New York by Night
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Catulle
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Staten Island Ferry Terminal, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2002
When Gabriel resurfaced from his bleak reverie, he found the sheriff's eyes already locked with his, intense scrutiny passed over him before Qadir nodded once, seemingly satisfied. Nonethless, he remained focused on the defector until Nikolai's quip brought a wry smile to his lips,
"I hope you can do more than that, young Tremere." He turned from Gabriel, a welcome relief, and towards Nikolai. "The Anarchs state they hold domain over the ferry - a specious claim at best, but occasionally a risk to lone neonates. Given the secrecy of our task, I would normally avoid the crossing, but if news of Calebros' speech has reached the rabble's ears I would know of it. It may make them bold, so be alert. I am sure we can discipline a few bastard childer between us."
Wednesday 11th December, 2002
When Gabriel resurfaced from his bleak reverie, he found the sheriff's eyes already locked with his, intense scrutiny passed over him before Qadir nodded once, seemingly satisfied. Nonethless, he remained focused on the defector until Nikolai's quip brought a wry smile to his lips,
"I hope you can do more than that, young Tremere." He turned from Gabriel, a welcome relief, and towards Nikolai. "The Anarchs state they hold domain over the ferry - a specious claim at best, but occasionally a risk to lone neonates. Given the secrecy of our task, I would normally avoid the crossing, but if news of Calebros' speech has reached the rabble's ears I would know of it. It may make them bold, so be alert. I am sure we can discipline a few bastard childer between us."
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Catulle
Hero
Varrazanno Narrows Bridge, between Brooklyn and Staten Island
Wednesday 11th December, 2002
The sedan glided across the expanse of water, held aloft by steel and concrete, from out here the city looked alight with a million slow-kindling flames.
"A trick of the light, or a glimpse of the future?" came the voice from the seat next to Max. "All those searching souls, and so many of us all trying to hide in a shrinking number of shadows. That is why we have to do what we do."
Wednesday 11th December, 2002
The sedan glided across the expanse of water, held aloft by steel and concrete, from out here the city looked alight with a million slow-kindling flames.
"A trick of the light, or a glimpse of the future?" came the voice from the seat next to Max. "All those searching souls, and so many of us all trying to hide in a shrinking number of shadows. That is why we have to do what we do."
Catulle
Hero
Frederick Douglas Memorial Cemetery, Staten Island
Wednesday 11th December, 2002
The long-haired black man huddled deep into the wall's shelter, taking the bite from the wind for a few moments, as he kept the cemetery's gate in sight. The flickering police lights had been outside for only five minutes, but it was a galling sight nonethless. His information had indicated something amiss hereabouts, and the conversation with the Malkavian had confirmed it. Still, it ocurred to Kriang, better to keep on the scourge's good side and a favour earned is a favour saved. One that his creditors couldn't touch. Watch and wait, David had said, I'm on my way. What was keeping him?
An ambulance pulled up to the gates alongside the two police cruisers, siren off, lights casting more colour into the bitter evening sky. Clash of red, white and blue over the graveyard walls. How appropriate.
Wednesday 11th December, 2002
The long-haired black man huddled deep into the wall's shelter, taking the bite from the wind for a few moments, as he kept the cemetery's gate in sight. The flickering police lights had been outside for only five minutes, but it was a galling sight nonethless. His information had indicated something amiss hereabouts, and the conversation with the Malkavian had confirmed it. Still, it ocurred to Kriang, better to keep on the scourge's good side and a favour earned is a favour saved. One that his creditors couldn't touch. Watch and wait, David had said, I'm on my way. What was keeping him?
An ambulance pulled up to the gates alongside the two police cruisers, siren off, lights casting more colour into the bitter evening sky. Clash of red, white and blue over the graveyard walls. How appropriate.
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Vychtorya
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As Caitlyn dictates their leave, Vychtorya’s thoughts drift back to Elysium, where she had been a bit shocked at the singer’s dismissal of her, as Caitlyn was a mere employee there. But as the singer dismissed her yet a second time, Vych could feel the beast in her light its fire deep within her belly. Setting aside close to all etiquette, Vych relies on her vampiric powers as she speaks her words with fire in her green eyes and the power of an enraged dragon in her tongue, arm stretched out ALMOST in a pointing fashion toward the singer,
”It would behoove you NOT to dismiss me a thrice time child. A guest you may be here in the lovely Montague’s home, but you are also currently hired help and it would seem that some of your employer’s words, and requests mind you, have fallen upon deaf ears. I find that rather remarkable since the myriad of singer/songwriters I deal with always seem to have impeccable audible capabilities, and based upon your singing talent, I thought no less would come from you. Carrick AND I have asked you to refer to us on a first name basis at an attempt of a less formal relationship with you.
My name is VIC-TOR-EEE-AH, and it would serve you well in the future to remember it."
”Sabrina, it has been a pleasure. Enjoy your…"Vych pauses and looks the singer up and down in a rather degrading fashion, then Vych’s eyes return to fall back on Sabrina…"your play date."
Vych turns abruptly placing her back to the singer and Sabrina. She wraps her arm around Jemal’s, and laughs with a most wicked tone to her usually lilting, sweet voice as she speaks in a lowered volume, purposely ignoring anything the two behind them may have to say as they head for the doors. Remembering Caitlyn’s comments about Nathaniel from earlier,
”It would seem Jemal, that you as well as I, have been dismissed in your own home. I’m sure your uncle and Carrick will be quite interested to hear about Sabrina’s new playmate’s over-exaggerated views of our formality. Well in hindsight, perhaps just her views of your uncle and me.”
Vych thinks to herself, “I do not like this feeling inside me. I feel almost sick to my stomach; like I did when I tried to eat real food once but somewhat worse. I had hoped to be “friends” with the singer. I loved Caitlyn’s voice at the party. Enough to even offer her the possibility of employment, and I’m extremely selective about that. This feeling of ill repute towards a human is not common place for me. I love them by nature, but something about this one awakens a fire in my dead body. I must ask Carrick and Nathaniel about it. Oh…I have to make this feeling go away. I have a full night ahead of me.” She places her free hand on her abdomen. Her care for Caitlyn’s safety within vampire society seemed to unexpectedly extinguish in her. She looks up at Jemal with an extreme sadness in her eyes as if someone had died. A real human-like tear rolls down Vychtorya’s cheek and onto her lips.
(OOC – manifesting a small amount of her vampiric powers, Vych harnesses the tiniest bit of Dread Gaze just to let Caitlyn know that Vych is serious)
”It would behoove you NOT to dismiss me a thrice time child. A guest you may be here in the lovely Montague’s home, but you are also currently hired help and it would seem that some of your employer’s words, and requests mind you, have fallen upon deaf ears. I find that rather remarkable since the myriad of singer/songwriters I deal with always seem to have impeccable audible capabilities, and based upon your singing talent, I thought no less would come from you. Carrick AND I have asked you to refer to us on a first name basis at an attempt of a less formal relationship with you.
My name is VIC-TOR-EEE-AH, and it would serve you well in the future to remember it."
”Sabrina, it has been a pleasure. Enjoy your…"Vych pauses and looks the singer up and down in a rather degrading fashion, then Vych’s eyes return to fall back on Sabrina…"your play date."
Vych turns abruptly placing her back to the singer and Sabrina. She wraps her arm around Jemal’s, and laughs with a most wicked tone to her usually lilting, sweet voice as she speaks in a lowered volume, purposely ignoring anything the two behind them may have to say as they head for the doors. Remembering Caitlyn’s comments about Nathaniel from earlier,
”It would seem Jemal, that you as well as I, have been dismissed in your own home. I’m sure your uncle and Carrick will be quite interested to hear about Sabrina’s new playmate’s over-exaggerated views of our formality. Well in hindsight, perhaps just her views of your uncle and me.”
Vych thinks to herself, “I do not like this feeling inside me. I feel almost sick to my stomach; like I did when I tried to eat real food once but somewhat worse. I had hoped to be “friends” with the singer. I loved Caitlyn’s voice at the party. Enough to even offer her the possibility of employment, and I’m extremely selective about that. This feeling of ill repute towards a human is not common place for me. I love them by nature, but something about this one awakens a fire in my dead body. I must ask Carrick and Nathaniel about it. Oh…I have to make this feeling go away. I have a full night ahead of me.” She places her free hand on her abdomen. Her care for Caitlyn’s safety within vampire society seemed to unexpectedly extinguish in her. She looks up at Jemal with an extreme sadness in her eyes as if someone had died. A real human-like tear rolls down Vychtorya’s cheek and onto her lips.
(OOC – manifesting a small amount of her vampiric powers, Vych harnesses the tiniest bit of Dread Gaze just to let Caitlyn know that Vych is serious)
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Catulle
Hero
Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite
Wednesday 11th December, 2002
A thunderous crescendo shattered itself across Caitlyn's eardrums, all the fury of Vychtorya's voice resonant as she brought a fraction of her presence to bear on the artist. To the Montagues, her voice, though muted, seemed to cut across the air.
(OOC - Vychtorya Dread Gaze diff7 - she has 8 dice, but I'll assume she only uses 2 of them for the 'tiniest bit' - 8,3 = 1 success)
The effect was staggering; the cruelty that flashed in Vychtorya's eyes all but froze Caitlyn to the parquet floor in shock, the realisation of the older woman's inner fire savage in its abrupt revelation. For a second locked in time, trapped in her mind with the music caught between the beats, she truly feared what she had awoken.
Jemal's mouth gaped open a little, and uncertainty seemed to rule him for a few moments. To Sabrina, the anger in Vychtorya's voice felt akin to her own temper, which throbbed in recognition.
In the wake of the storm, the dark wood doors to the music room closed without a sound, well-oiled hinges sliding perfectly into place.
The sealing of the portal seemed to break the spell, restoring Caitlyn to her senses within. Adrenaline rushed through her system adding a slight tremble as she moved across the room.
In the corridor, rendered darker for the loss of the music room's light, Jemal smoothed back his hair and adjusted his collar as he allowed Vychtorya to take his arm. He seemed about to speak, when a smartly-dressed man, looking to be in his thirties and wearing an earpiece approached the Kindred duo. With a short bow to Jemal, then to Vychtorya, he waited in silence.
Jemal cast Vych a sidelong look, as he motioned with his hand towards the man, who seemed to take that as his cue to speak. "Sir, Madam. Messrs Montague and Ashton regret that their business will take longer to conclude than had been hoped. Mr Ashton would also have me relate a message to the lady that one of his evening's guests has a habit for punctuality and he would prefer nothing be left to chance. He asks that you, Sir, escort the lady to the other venue on his behalf and would consider it a personal favour should you do so." He bowed his head slightly at the message's conclusion, as he awaited their reply, but kept his eyes fixed on Jemal's.
Wednesday 11th December, 2002
A thunderous crescendo shattered itself across Caitlyn's eardrums, all the fury of Vychtorya's voice resonant as she brought a fraction of her presence to bear on the artist. To the Montagues, her voice, though muted, seemed to cut across the air.
(OOC - Vychtorya Dread Gaze diff7 - she has 8 dice, but I'll assume she only uses 2 of them for the 'tiniest bit' - 8,3 = 1 success)
The effect was staggering; the cruelty that flashed in Vychtorya's eyes all but froze Caitlyn to the parquet floor in shock, the realisation of the older woman's inner fire savage in its abrupt revelation. For a second locked in time, trapped in her mind with the music caught between the beats, she truly feared what she had awoken.
Jemal's mouth gaped open a little, and uncertainty seemed to rule him for a few moments. To Sabrina, the anger in Vychtorya's voice felt akin to her own temper, which throbbed in recognition.
In the wake of the storm, the dark wood doors to the music room closed without a sound, well-oiled hinges sliding perfectly into place.
The sealing of the portal seemed to break the spell, restoring Caitlyn to her senses within. Adrenaline rushed through her system adding a slight tremble as she moved across the room.
In the corridor, rendered darker for the loss of the music room's light, Jemal smoothed back his hair and adjusted his collar as he allowed Vychtorya to take his arm. He seemed about to speak, when a smartly-dressed man, looking to be in his thirties and wearing an earpiece approached the Kindred duo. With a short bow to Jemal, then to Vychtorya, he waited in silence.
Jemal cast Vych a sidelong look, as he motioned with his hand towards the man, who seemed to take that as his cue to speak. "Sir, Madam. Messrs Montague and Ashton regret that their business will take longer to conclude than had been hoped. Mr Ashton would also have me relate a message to the lady that one of his evening's guests has a habit for punctuality and he would prefer nothing be left to chance. He asks that you, Sir, escort the lady to the other venue on his behalf and would consider it a personal favour should you do so." He bowed his head slightly at the message's conclusion, as he awaited their reply, but kept his eyes fixed on Jemal's.
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