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<blockquote data-quote="Catulle" data-source="post: 856469" data-attributes="member: 9942"><p><strong>Frederick Douglas Memorial Cemetery, Staten Island</strong></p><p>Wednesday 11th December, 2002</p><p></p><p><span style="color: silver"><span style="font-size: 9px">(OOC - Nikolai Aura Perception diff8, per/occult, per/investigation - 9,8,8,7,7,5,5,5,3,2/10,9,7,3,2,2,2,2,2,1,1 reroll 6/6,6,6,4,3,3,2,1 = 3, 2 and 2 successes respectively)</span></span> </p><p></p><p>As Max kept the child pressed into the dirt, mercifully clear of offal at this spot, Nikolai took in the situation and forced his senses to slide through the physical plane as far as they could. The... creature's aura reflected its bright mortality and showed the orange-tint of fear in equal measure to obsession's green. The two shades merged, twisted and swirled in the hypnotic display that could only be psychosis.</p><p></p><p>Returning to the physical, both Kindred could smell the stench of rot the child put forth. Ragged clothes had absorbed the filth from the scene, and by their reckoning, from similar events before. Nikolai could make out earth and blood on the feral's hands and under its nails. The Tremere could see its teeth were stained dark with decay and the sweet-rotten scent of putrid flesh was on its breath.</p><p></p><p>And yet it still lived... it was a simple matter for Nikolai to dab a finger in the fresh blood welling from the gash Max's knife had carved in its... <em>his</em> flank, it would be even simpler to take a taste of that blood to assess its purity and strength. If he dared. The repercussions of that thought couldn't fail to unsettle.</p><p></p><p>The child squirmed again under the knife, stopping only when the blade started to draw blood. It pulled back closer to the ground. The tiny wound closed over, leaving a pale, clean patch to contrast with the grimy coat over the rest of his skin.</p><p></p><p>"Donn... <strong>Let</strong> go..." The voice was deeper than anticipated, and shocking in that it came at all from something so base as this appeared to be. It shivered in the wintery air.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Catulle, post: 856469, member: 9942"] [b]Frederick Douglas Memorial Cemetery, Staten Island[/b] Wednesday 11th December, 2002 [COLOR=silver][SIZE=1](OOC - Nikolai Aura Perception diff8, per/occult, per/investigation - 9,8,8,7,7,5,5,5,3,2/10,9,7,3,2,2,2,2,2,1,1 reroll 6/6,6,6,4,3,3,2,1 = 3, 2 and 2 successes respectively)[/SIZE][/COLOR] As Max kept the child pressed into the dirt, mercifully clear of offal at this spot, Nikolai took in the situation and forced his senses to slide through the physical plane as far as they could. The... creature's aura reflected its bright mortality and showed the orange-tint of fear in equal measure to obsession's green. The two shades merged, twisted and swirled in the hypnotic display that could only be psychosis. Returning to the physical, both Kindred could smell the stench of rot the child put forth. Ragged clothes had absorbed the filth from the scene, and by their reckoning, from similar events before. Nikolai could make out earth and blood on the feral's hands and under its nails. The Tremere could see its teeth were stained dark with decay and the sweet-rotten scent of putrid flesh was on its breath. And yet it still lived... it was a simple matter for Nikolai to dab a finger in the fresh blood welling from the gash Max's knife had carved in its... [i]his[/i] flank, it would be even simpler to take a taste of that blood to assess its purity and strength. If he dared. The repercussions of that thought couldn't fail to unsettle. The child squirmed again under the knife, stopping only when the blade started to draw blood. It pulled back closer to the ground. The tiny wound closed over, leaving a pale, clean patch to contrast with the grimy coat over the rest of his skin. "Donn... [b]Let[/b] go..." The voice was deeper than anticipated, and shocking in that it came at all from something so base as this appeared to be. It shivered in the wintery air. [/QUOTE]
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