{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[Festy_Dog]

Carnegie Hill Tenement - Max's Appartment
Midnight Thursday 12th December, 2003

Max silently changes into another outfit, taking a moment to wash his hands and use a little deoderant before returning.

Hmm, what can I remember of the evening? Hopefully enough, not that I did any of the actual investigating. I'll just answer the questions as they dish 'em out.

He checks himself momentarily in the mirror before returning and taking a seat at the table.

"So what do you want to know?" he asks after a moment, "I should be able to fill you in on anything you think important."

 

[Catulle]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Step by step, Vychtorya paralleled her sire's movements across the clud, the imagery of a complex dance emerging strong in her steps, his counterpoint, all swirling to a mysterious lead. It was akin to a hunt in many ways, though who was to be considered prey at any time was an elusive concept. Perhaps they both were, or neither. Beautiful monsters, they moved in a harmonious duet.

From the elevation of the mezzanine, Sabrina and Maria could see the scene unfold. The matched pair, sire and childe, took a meandering, circuitous route towards the bar. As tey did, and seeingly unseen to them, another pair took the stage. Cate and a young man broke from the crowd, towards a different point on the bar. The child could see that they would pass near Vychtorya before coming into sight of Nathan and Mazz' heated discussion.

"Is there something I have missed?" Maria had been intent on the small girl's reactions, her eyes following each flicker of attention from point to point about the room, with dizzying aptitude. Her own attention, though, brought with it a coldness Sabrina hadn't felt with Carrick. The elder reached down and touched lightly with the back of one middle ringer, cold skin, smooth and hard to the touch ran down her own. "What could you tell me about all these comings and goings?"

 

[Tory Adore]

Adrian Belew – Young Lions

Vych maneuvered through the humid jungle of humanity approaching the bar, ever cognizant of her Sire’s movements. While this was not the dance she had in mind for herself tonight, the mere feeling of the hunt, the stalking, the dance, impressed itself within her body making its pleasure known through her facial expressions - seductively moist smiles, an irresistible sparkle to her emerald eyes, a rosey, warm glow to her porcelain cheeks. Vych could feel something dark and bestial pull at her from inside as she watched her beautiful Carrick, the most handsome man she had ever seen, from across the room. His graceful, fluid movement, the way his silk shirt flowed against the smooth, flawless skin beneath, every flex and tense of muscle brought back the memory of their first dance so many years ago, and it made her want him all the more. She could feel her emotions struggling to break free of their cage, and her love for him run wild inside her now throbbing heart as his blood pulsed in veins throughout her body to the tribal beat of the music, and she wanted more, more of the feeling, more of this dance, more of his blood. Vych could almost taste the sweetness of his unlife on her tongue, on her lips. She folded her lips in and closed her eyes at the thought, breathing in deep as if trying to smell his scent from across the room. As her lips pressed together, she felt the burning sensation of her fangs starting to descend, dimpling the skin of her wet, inner mouth. Vych stopped dead in her tracks realizing she was beginning to lose the main focus of her movement toward the bar. Vych thought to herself as she attempted to quell the beast, trying to block the music that threatened her to tell its story in a dance, in the hunt. She placed her hand over the little crimson heart pendant about her neck with her right hand. Vych forces her eyes closed tearing her face from her love's direction.

(ooc – spend willpower point to avoid clan weakness)

Trying to ease the pain in her body from denying that which called her, Vych gathers her thoughts,
”You must focus V. For yourself if not still for Carrick. Remember what it was that called you to the bar, remember... Yes, the bar...that was it. What was at the bar that had captured so much of the their attention and had pressed anxiety into my love’s heart?”

Vych fluffed her hair a bit brushing it away from her neck, smoothed her dress over her curves, and moved in to find the object of Carrick’s attention.

 

[Elle]

Carnegie Hill Tenement - Max's Appartment
Midnight Thursday 12th December, 2003

Tess looked at Max for a moment "to be honest, I'm not sure what the important things are yet so if you can just talk me through what happened a the Graveyard I should hopefully be able to tell if there is anything significant. Sorry to be vague but I'll only know what I'm looking for when I hear it." She shrugged her shoulders apologetically and tilted her head to one side, hoping this would make it obvious she was listening"I'll try not to keep you too long, I'm sure there are things you would rather be doing." She smiled reasuringly under her veil, cursed herself again for forgetting he couldn't see and settled for a nervous laugh instead.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Carnegie Hill Tenement - Max's Appartment
Midnight Thursday 12th December, 2003

Originally posted by Elle
"to be honest, I'm not sure what the important things are yet so if you can just talk me through what happened a the Graveyard I should hopefully be able to tell if there is anything significant. Sorry to be vague but I'll only know what I'm looking for when I hear it."

Hehe, yeah she'll know, leaving me clueless as to what she's looking for and what this is about. I guess I should go over it vaguely, then the things she's looking for she'll have to ask for further details upon. I don't like being left in the dark in situations like these.

Originally posted by Elle
"I'll try not to keep you too long, I'm sure there are things you would rather be doing."

"Heh, thanks. Well I'll describe what we found best as I can:

"We went in over a wall and went straight to the crime scene, multiple graves had been dug up, the... 'residents' snacked upon. Also of note was a dead female child found under a pile of stones, and a male vampire impaled on a tree branch. On a sign above the vampire's head was 'The Red Poet' written in French, I think thats what it meant. I'm sure we found a rose somewhere, a red one I think, probably near the impaled vampire.

"Nikolai, one of the Tremere assisting in the inestigation, coaxed a child ghoul from hiding. It attempted to flee but I brought it down, while I had it pinned it yelled something about the red poet, I think anyway, then died. Nikolai tasted its blood but wouldn't share if anything revealed itself to him from it. Nikolai did some more looking around then we made our way out. We were intercepted at the car by a group of anarchs, and after some negotiation they agreed to take the bodies off our hands, much to Nikolai's discontent in actual fact. I'm pretty sure from what he said in the car he wanted to keep the ghoul for further analysis.

"Tell me if I should elaborate on anything. I'm sure anything I can't tell you about, Nikolai could help you with, he did all the detective work. If you do visit him though keep alert. Not that he's a bad bloke, heh, he's just pretty secretive at times, and other times when he opens his mouth its only to change feet, so he may give you the wrong idea with some things. Its advisable to be patient," Max says, then chuckles, "Heh, I feel as though I should offer drinks but there's nothing really suitable to our tastes in my fridge. Kine habits hey?"

Max smiles and sits back, waiting for a response.

 

[reapersaurus]

Back in the Maupassant Chantry, (immediately after securing his room)

"What did you have in mind? My ritual is worked already and in play... Can you add something more, brother?"

Nikolai ponders the snake's words.
He reflexively weighs the likelihood of their veracity, as always.
He replies to his clan-mate, "I mean to divine the location of the Beast that perpetrated those acts we saw displayed in the graveyard tonight.

While some of the acts were not as heinous as they seemed, their nature suggests an old monster may have resurfaced, right here in New York.

I hope it is still close enough to detect thru our blood magicks."

Nikolai prepares the components necessary to perform the ritual of the Beacon of the Self. He carefully... methodically.... collects the equipment needed from their storage locations in his room, and retrieves his ever-shrinking sample of hairs obtained at great cost from the Red Poet. When he takes out the tube that contains the cloth they are kept in, he makes sure to block Gabe's view, as a matter of course - it's almost expected, in this situation.

He proceeds to cast the Ritual, but not before asking Gabe, "So how does that work, with the Blood Stone, and tracking the Feral's location?

Do you sense where exactly it may be, or do you just sense the direction it is from yourself?

Do you believe he escaped the Anarch's clutch?
Can you sense movement, perhaps?"

Nikolai expresses a hint of hope on the last question.

 

[Catulle]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

The dancers flitted through the arches, through the hot steaming closeness of the nightclub's claustrophobic expanse. Past the unsuspecting audience, if the people gathered there for a thousand reasons of their own could truly be called that. Witnesses, perhaps.

Vychtorya caught Carrick's trail, instinctively following the line she thought, knew, that he would take, running counterpoint to him.

She saw the singer, Caitlyn, with a man she didn't recognise a second after the younger woman had noticed her in motion, so intent on her sire that her senses had started to ravel again.

And at the bar the three of them, diverse yet converging, were struck by the distant sight, meters away across the crowd or reflected in the glass of the bar mirror as their position dictated, of Nathaniel Montague in a state of fury.

The sounds were lost in the pulse of the beat, but his features were twisted in a rage, elegant fingers flashed in staccato getsure as he seemingly railed against the man standing with him. Mazz' posture reflected unease, but the taller man didn't move away, or break his eyes from his counterpart. A smile which lit his face was giving way in turn to a more bestial grimace as his elder continued the tirade.

In contrast, Mike gave the pair no more than a second glance as he stood to attract the waiter's attention, swaying slightly to the beat and muttering along with the occasional snatch of lyrics.

 

[Catulle]

The Maupassant Room
Thursday 12th December, 2002

Gabriel's expression was as stony and impassive as his presumed ally's. He watched, attentive as a hawk, to the unfolding of the ritual that Nikolai prepared.

"The ritual operates much as a blood-borne 'radar' device. Not a precise location, but conveying an impression of direction and approximate distance. Unless the object is destroyed, I think we'll have our informant. If, of course, it doesn't turn out to be just another corpse." The older, though lower ranked, Tremere paused, focusing his mind elsewhere. Nikolai could attest to the discipline that his clanmate was exerting even as an afterthought. He was no stranger to the mnemonic cues himself.

"Mobile. Though I think not fast enough to be in a vehicle... You have a more certain means, of course? Might there be a means through which I can lend my power to your own - that we profit more certainly?"

 

[Tory Adore]

The song faded, bleeding into the next, and Vychtorya felt her senses twist yet again this night. Godsmack – Serenity

She saw the young singer with her new companion and could not help but wonder if that had somehow sent Mr. Montague to his apparent fury as she caught the heated reflection of him in the mirror. No, that could not be it. It looked as if he was conversing with someone. Vych took a step to the side attemepting to clear her view to search the reflection further. A fleeting thought based on research long ago flashed through her mind. She would have Sebastian remove that mirror tomorrow.

Then Vych noticed another reflection as people shifted about. It was Mazz with whom the elder was having this intent ‘discussion’. While this was not Elysium, it was still hardly the place to attract attention needlessly Vych thought, not tonight. There was always the private area reserved for such. She hoped the other patrons gave the conversation as much consideration as the gentleman with the singer had. At that thought, Vych glanced over to this new escort and the singer to see if she could grasp any feelings the young woman might have in reaction to the scene playing out.

Vych, knowing these gentlemen she was preparing to approach were far more seasoned than herself, closed her eyes and reached down deep into whatever soul or being that was left inside her belly. She opened her eyes and tried to read the emotion of the two Kindred and hoped to descend upon them before Carrick. Her eyes flickered over to her Sire for a brief moment as if to extract one last confidence from him as she began her approach.

 

[reapersaurus]

The Maupassant Room
Thursday 12th December, 2002
"Might there be a means through which I can lend my power to your own - that we profit more certainly?"

"That there might.

Let me concentrate on locating our wayward pile of nauseating, oozing flesh."

Nikolai gets out the Feral's hair sample, and begins the Ritual of the Beacon of the Self on it. He puts the Red Poet's hair sample back in the cloth and in the tube, for now.

He gathers the components together, and places them in a structure similar to a candle-holder, or large incense-burner. Then he concentrates within, going through the steps in his mind, calling on the dread powers that were bought with the coin of his Humanity.

After some time, he looks up and intones:
"Ipsa scientia potestas est

Etiam capillus unus habet umbram."