{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[Shalimar]

Sabrina

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite - Music Room
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Sabrina nods in agreement with her brother, wanting to stay on everyone's good side. "I'll see you after lessons." she says to her brother, trying to sound serious, something she utterly fails at, giggling. She waves goodbye to Jemal and Vychtorya, and makes little shooing motions with her hands. To her, now that Jemal had handled the situation, it was like it had never happened, she didn't retain any anger, or fear, it just hadn't happened.

"I'll be good, I promise." she says to Jemal trying to make him feel better about leaving her and miss Cate together. She had to ressist the urge to make him want to agree with her, I mean vampire powers were so cool, why wasn't she allowed to use her very best? It had made Cate and Miss Vychtorya like her and want to do whatever she wanted, so why wasn't she allowed to use it without permission? It just wasn't fair.

She takes Miss Cate's hand and pulls her over to a pair of high backed chairs that are over near the window. She hops up on the seat with her bunny slippers hanging of the edge of the cushion swinging in the same beat as one of the songs by N'sync. "Well my absolute favorite is...umm I don't have a favorite." she says blushing sheepishly.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Hi," Max says and extends a hand to shake, "You do much of this line of work?"

Big guy. Probably does a lot of work like this.

 

[Krizzel]

Outside Ocean View Cemetery, Staten Island
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

"Max Freigardt," Legba pronounced experimentally, trying to wrap his foreign tongue around the unfamiliar sounds. He shook Max's hand firmly as a toothy grin spread across his face, a startling slash of white among Legba's otherwise dark six-foot frame. "So nice to meet you," he assured in a thick accent which made it difficult to read the emphasis of his words.

"And your question," the tall shadow went on jovially, "well, the answer depends on what this work will be, yes?" He chuckled softly in a low tone, shrugging as he released Max's hand. "What is it you think we will find within those gates, Max Freigardt?" Legba wondered in thick, rich tones, glancing towards their destination.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite - Music Room
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

The click of the doors snapped Caitlyn out of her daze and she found herself being drawn to the chairs by the child. A forced smile made it to her face while she fought down the memories, the lingering metallic taste of the fear and the brutish song ringing within her mind.

What was that? She had never felt anything like that before, never seen anything like that before...so overwhelming, so terrible in such a brief period of time. Her stomach fought against itself for many reasons, one of which was to try so very hard not to lose its contents in such a beautiful room.

Slowly and surely though, Cate began to come back to her senses, listening to the child's enchanting voice as Sabrina told her about songs, gazing at her face with that pure sweet song to replace the other.

"Oh are you so sure, Sabrina?" the young woman spoke softly, her smile becoming more genuine the more she looked into those clear innocent blue eyes. "I have so many favorites...almost a new one each day, each moment and for each person."

 

[Shalimar]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite - Music Room
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

The little girl looked confused, she wanted to know what it was that Miss Vychtorya had done, that was for certain, that look had just been so scary, if she could do it she was sure even someone as scary as Mr. Calebros would be scared of her and leave her alone. Maybe Uncle Nathan could teach me. she thought.

She was also confused by Miss Cate, she didn't really understand her friends love of music so much, not when they could be playing together. She liked music a lot, it was really fun to dance to, and singing really made her happy because it made her the center of attention. "What do you mean you have a favorite song for each person? Do you have a favorite song for me too?" She asked the slim asian woman excitedly.

She bounced up and out of her chair at the question and into the woman's lap, she really did want to make her friend feel better after that funny look, and she knew that hugs were her favorite way to feel better, so hug her she did.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"What is it you think we will find within those gates, Max Freigardt?"

"I really dunno, but apparently, if negotiations fail, thats what we're here for," Max replies, revealing his aesthetic weapon briefly.

I like this guy, he's just got a very kewl foreign guy aura about him, heh.

"So where do you originate from?" he asks for conversation value, "I hale from Down Under, got embraced here in New York though."

 

[reapersaurus]

Nikolai leans a tiny bit forward in the cramped back seat, and contents himself to play the part of the guy who is supposed to 'deal' with the humans.

He effortlessly participates in idle chit-chat with the cabbie, so as to not leave any interesting impressions, or suspicious undertones with the kine.

 

[Jemal]

After making sure someone would take care of Cate's departure when it was time, he smiled and took Vych's hand as she shook her hair out, taking a second to marvel in the beauty of the female form... specifically the female form now attached to his arm.
It never gets dull he thought to himself And I would hate so much if it ever did. He smiled warmly as they went down to the convertible. "So, your place first for you to change, dear lady? Or did you have something else in mind before that?" He inquired of her.

 

[Catulle]

Amboy Road, Staten Island
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

The cab rushed on, cutting through the traffic such as it was with a reckless abandon, its all-too mortal driver seemingly content to keep merely one eye on the road, the other on Nikolai's in the adorned rear-view mirror. The human's mouth seemed never to close fully, even when paused for breath or response, it hung somewhat agape, throwing a stratum of ignorance over his round face. The chatter, now with a captive audience, simply didn't let up. Irritation prickled within Nikolai, the Beast stirred, though it was faint indeed for now.

Qadir scooped the cellphone back out of his pocket, the face aglow, and placed it to his ear, "David." A lengthy pause, "We'll arrive shortly." No motion wasted, he returned the object, waiting in silence, before indicating the driver to the kerb.

A dark sedan was parked just behind the spot where he taxi pulled over, a trio of men arrayed near it. The sheriff indicated the door to Gabriel, sat nearest the kerb, as he pushed a bill towards the mortal in front.

"We go, gentlemen."

 

[Catulle]

Outside Ocean View Cemetery, Staten Island
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

The scourge replaced his handset, walking back to stand beside the car, Max and Kriang. "They're coming; not much longer now." He checked his pocket watch "Not long at all now."

He seemed content to wait, silent, in the cold night until a taxi pulled up in front of the sedan, disgorging its compliment of Kindred onto the sidewalk before taking off into the dark.

The foremost was the smartly-dressed Qadir, who cast a hawklike stare across Max, lingered over Kriang, then passed to David. "Your cohorts are ready?" A sweep of the hand took in the two men accompanying him, "these are Nikolai D'Angelo and Gabriel Cross, assisting us tonight with their Tremere lore." He looked beyond for a mere moment, before refocusing on matters closer at hand. "What is the situation at the Cemetery?"

The scourge, shorter and thicker set than the sheriff, nodded towards Kriang "Legba was watching them for a while. I think he'd be best to start."