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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Catulle" data-source="post: 978516" data-attributes="member: 9942">Adrift the city that never sleepsMidnight Thursday 12th December, 2002What traffic there was between Staten Island and Manhattan drifted past in near silence. The rattle and roar of Legba's aging engine ate what little conversation passed in the car's cabin, and the chill permeated the confined space almost as totally as the rotten stench, flesh and blood, which they brought with them. The double-pip of the dash-clock rang in the death of another day. A reminder of the time that was ticking past them, slipping by unremarked."The Maupassant will be fine." Gabriel's growl broke the silence only for a moment, swallowed by the brooding, inward mood.The Tremere got out on 77th, Max at Carnegie Hill. Before he pulled away at the last, the big driver leaned across to remark, in a low voice, "Now we seen the little birds, I think I'll get me a vulture, hmm? Maybe you want to hear one squawk some day, too?" He could have winked. In the dark, the Brujah couldn't be sure.Gabriel and NikolaiThe doorman at the Maupassant was discreet as ever, the small conference centre's defences largely saw to the chantry's defences, or so Nikolai's elders assured him. Estevez' reputation as a spirit-binder granted the claims some coin to back them, as well. A portrait of Lucien de Maupassant himself dominated the close-feeling foyer, a stern victorian image of the departed elder who, it was said, had embraced Regent Sturbridge more than a century ago.Of the incumbent regent, there was no sign, but Nikolai's chambers remained as he had left them. Gabriel took a seat, calmly withdrawing his sword-cane from the sheath, and taking a cloth from deep inside his pocket to buff the blade to a sheen."What did you have in mind? My ritual is worked already and in play... Can you add something more, brother?"MaxThe tenement sounded deserted, the security guard out of sight and no sound save the tapping of his feet audible on the stone-flagged floor. The smell emanating from his clothes in the clean hallway, seemed all the more repugnant now. The religious undertone to the hallway which had struck him earlier the same night simply reinforced the night's revelations, its desecrations.(OOC Max Per/alertness diff8 - 10,5,3,2 = 1 success)The lift seemed to take forever to arrive, a frustrating span of seconds that appeared to Max, covered in blood and dirt, to stretch for hours. When it finally arrived, he noticed the tiny powdery flakes, likely sand, which were concentrated in a croner of the lift - another reminder of his own unclean state.</blockquote>

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