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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Catulle" data-source="post: 906504" data-attributes="member: 9942">Frederick Douglas Memorial Cemetery, Staten IslandWednesday 11th December, 2002Gabriel followed Max to the 'cairn', dropping his boot atop the corpse with an attitude of vague disdain, prohibiting the body's escape. He leant forward, placing much of his weight on his cane to watch Nikolai and Max at work. "David's gone to watch our backs with the sheriff; I think Legba's talking to him now. You'd be best to make that as fast as you can, though - the police are corrupt, not hopeless."(OOC - Nikolai per/investigation diff6 - 10,10,9,8,2,2,2 = 4 successes; dex/athletics diff6 - 10,10,8,7,5,4,4 = 4 successes)With careful hands, Nikolai pried the flower from its cradle in the shattered branch. A single white rose, sprayed in blood - likely the heart's blood of the unfortunate Kindred who hung mere inches away. The poetry was also daubed out in blood, a fine hand and an old style, though the ink of choice was not that best suited to the task. The placard was attached to a length of chain, the back reading "Cemetery Gates close 7pm" in bold black letters. His best guess was that the Kindred was both truly dead and relatively young, likely Embraced in the last few months, had kept the grave's rot at bay - for the time being.Closer to the ground, it was impossible to isolate a single hair, nail or tooth, such was the carnage - a sample could come from any of the exposed cadavers as much as their 'assailants'.(OOC - Nikolai aura perception diff8 - 10,8,7,6,5,4,4,3 reroll 3 = 2 successes on Max; aura perception diff9 - 10,8,7,7,6,4,3,1 reroll 9 = 1 success on the feral)For an instant under Nikolai's level gaze, Max's basic emotional state was laid bare, the young Brujah feeling on an instinctual level the withering intensity of the determined Tremere's scrutiny, then the moment passed. Though he realised on an intellectual level that the feral could be capable of such a deceit, Nikolai was still surprised despite himself when the flickers of a living aura still played about the 'corpse' beneath Gabriel's boot.It was a simple matter for Max to shift the broken flagstones a little, blood soon caked his hands, dark clotting gore mixed in with filthy soil. It got onto the pair's sleeves, under nails, ground into clothes, but in a few minutes, a broken, tiny hand was visible outstretched in the wan light of the moon. It was cold as ice, and the snow that touched it didn't melt away so quickly as elsewhere. The stones came faster, a child's makeshift grave, the heavy stones had taken their toll, and the cause of death could have been due to the crush as easily as the influence of the Kindred.The clear sound of sirens caught first in Nikolai's ears, then in those of his companions.</blockquote>

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