{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[Catulle]

Frederick Douglas Memorial Cemetery, Staten Island
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

At Gabriel's movement, the officer dipped the light from the Tremere's face. He set the heavy battery-operated lamp on the churned ground. It cast a bone-shadow over the hanging form on the twisted tree, and for an instant the image was fleetingly christlike; the beatific and the monstrous commingled as blood on the soil.

(OOC - Max dex/stealth vs Brandt per/alert diff7 - 7,6,2,1 vs. 9,9,9,5,5 = Brandt nets 2 successes)

"Just stay where you are, sir." The officer was bringing his service pistol up to a cautious covering position, reaching for a clip-on radio with his left hand, when the motion from near to the cairn behind him caught his attention. Without taking his eyes away from the shadow-shrouded figure before him, the human took a circling step to widen his field of vision. "Don't move. Either of you. If you come with me, we can get somebody to help you." Nikolai could make out the cold sweat trickling from the man's brow and the tremble in his hands. They could all hear the tremour creeping into his voice, that of underconfidence born of a sense of doom. Fight, or flight? Nikolai, too, moved in the darkness.

(OOC - David/Nikolai/Legba Auspex diff8 - 8,4/8,7/8 = 1 success each)

To the three gifted of the sight beyond sight, it seemed as if the moment took forever to happen, the squeeze of the trigger as the gun pulled towards Max occurred, to them, as if time had dilated about the whole scene. Every sensation came stronger of a sudden, and threatened to overwhelm them.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Frederick Douglas Memorial Cemetery, Staten Island
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Sht

Max hears the officer call out towards him.

Better go along with this, but can't let him get a message to anyone else, at least until we're gone.

He slips the knife into his pocket discreetly as he turns to face the cop, bringing his hands up to shoulder height for the cop to see.

Hope he doesn't realise thats the sling for a shotgun across my chest.

"I'm with my friend here," he says calmly, "I thought you'd noticed I was here but doesn't look that way. Sorry for scaring you like this, I was just looking at the stack of stones here. This is all prety freaky."

He laughs nervously and shrugs while his hands are in the air.

If I'm quiet I could take him down, non-lethal-like, but I just gotta get closer. I better wait to see if we can resolve this with words before go all light-speed on his mortal butt.

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

Gabriel peered deep into the cop's eyes. "Give me the gun," he said.

OOC: Dominate

 

[Catulle]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

As the heavy door leading away from the press of humanity swung to a close, Vychtorya's attention drifted on the tide, coming inorexibly to rest, for all of a second, on the hispanic features of a petite woman entering the lounge. Something in the way she moved called out to the young Toreador, and there was an echoing sensation of familiarity beneath the smooth symetry of the newcomer's bone structure. The snap of the doors' clasps broke the reverie that was her sire's legacy, and Vychtorya was free to pursue the path she had selected for herself and the charming Ventrue.

"I'd love a drink. Thank you." Jemal's eyes lingered on Vychtorya's throat a little longer than perhaps was his intention as he spoke.

The elevator was cool compared to the club, and the air cleaner for the absence of the crowds. Still, a sterility pervaded the atmosphere in the cubicle that could not help but cast the mind back to the swell on the dancefloor.

The doors glid soundlessly back, and the appartment beckoned them in, proffering safety at a comfortable distance from chaos. The pair of statues cast their shadows such that they crossed, finely sculpted faces looking towards the couple of Vychtorya and Jemal.

Faces...

That face...

Her.

The answer to the earlier riddle came rushing at Vychtorya as the planes of the sculpture's face resolved themselves in her mind's eye into the animated form downstairs. The swirl of her senses threatened to carry her away again, but she could assert control with little exertion.

 

[Catulle]

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

Carrick's face assumed an enigmatic facade as Caitlyn delivered her response, caught in the instant of contemplation or reveling in a moment of clarity was uncertain.

"That you disbelieve me is obvious; that you are free to express that disbelief and represent your insight is vital. I think, Caitlyn Tran, that your perceptions are limited by experience - as are all of ours." His features reflected concern, now, rather than the arrogance his words might have conveyed. "An attempt to harness both worlds of inspiration, to create a perfect synthesis, could be the key to artistic greatness or to great ruin. What matters is the strength of character one puts forth. Or so I'd like to believe."

She did not know...

 

[Catulle]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite – The Study
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Nathaniel tilted his head back to gaze up towards the room's ceiling, eyes straying from Sabrina for the first time as he forced a breath out needlessly, grappling for purchase in the face of uncertainty.

(OOC - Nathaniel per/occult diff8 - 10,9,9,1,1 = 1 success; burns 2 willpower to resist Awe)

When he returned his face to the girl in his arms, he looked at her with a sharp intensity, eyes that cut to the soul. Hardened eyes. "I suggest, Sabrina, that you never attempt that again in the presence of your elders. Elizabeth is nothing akin to us; alien to our ways and barbaric in her attitudes. She is irrational and hates our blood with a loathing filled with passionate intensity. She would destroy Jemal given half a chance. You, too. Do not become like her, despite the temptation that now runs in your veins. That you - we - cannot afford." His voice had returned to its normal harsh edge, "Do you understand?"

 

[Shalimar]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite – The Study
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Sabrina's eyes sparkled in curiousity as Nathan looked away from her. When the older man finally returns his gaze to his niece, the girl cringed, her pink clad form pressing further into his shoulder, the jig as they say, is up. She knew that tone of voice he was using, it was his tone for when no really meant no. It was a tone for do what I say or else... and in the child's case that meant spankings.

The child looked confused at what her uncle had told her about Elizabeth, "Uncle Nathan, why does she want to destroy us? I don't want to even hurt anyone, thats not very nice." she says, her beautiful blond eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Her eyes very wide, "I'll be good, I promise." she says actually meaning it this time, she truly didn't mean to cause her uncle hurt with her questions, its just he never understood what would make him angry at her. She really did want him to love her just as much as she loved him.

 

[KitanaVorr]

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

Caitlyn sighed for a long contemplative moment and then smiled at him, the first genuinely warm smile she had given him since they met. It lit up her dark eyes and brought a pink hue to her cheek bones.

"Strength of character means so many different things depending on who you speak to. Experience is just as fleeting. If we live to see a thousand years, who's to say that a newborn babe cannot hold more wisdom? Sometimes the older you become, the easier it is to lose the basic truths that even a child holds. So perhaps experience can work against you."

Standing up, Caitlyn clasped her hands behind her back, weaving a relaxed path to the window. She stood there beside him, gazing out into the beauty of the city at night.

"Even in great ruin...there can be great artistic perfection. Wouldn't it then be worth it...worth even being damned...?" One dark eye winked teasingly at him. "...damned arrogant? And if we're going to parry words like this as if we were old friends of Socrates...will you please call me 'Cate' and let me ask to call you by your given name?"

A dark brow arched slightly. "Of course you can always call me 'Impertinent' but 'Cate' has one syllable to four."

He doesn't know...

 

[reapersaurus]

Nikolai tries to simultaneously look prepared for action, yet deferring to David's lead in the situation at hand.

Just a look, if the ranking vampire catches his gaze, as if to say "I'd jump in if it was needed..."

He makes sure to stay out of sight, yet Dodging any sound and fury spewed his direction.

 

[Jemal]

"Your place is amazing, Vychtoria, Very befitting." Jemal said as they moved "I love the decor, it just seems right. Where are these statues from, by the way? Very interesting."