Vampire: The Masquerade - Who Wants To Live Forever?

[Strider_Koln]

All of a sudden Christopher starts thumping his guitar on the floor, trying to bring the room to order. A silence falls over the brewery. He says in a melodramatic voice "Everyone quiet down! Please, take a look at the person to your left and the person to your right. If you don't know who that person is, then please remove them from this building!" There is a rumbling of voices and people looking all over, eventually some of the vampires take notice of Koln and Meredith. One man near Meredith says "Hey, who are these two?" pointing out Meredith and Koln. "They might be spies!" he says.

Jack stands up and says "They are with me, I invited them here. Anyone got a problem with that?"

Christopher shakes his head and says "They can stay." He puts the guitar down and stands on his chair "The time for uprising has come, we can wait no more. Coming from Long Beach to tell us about it is our glorious war leader, Juggler!"

Leaping from the second floor and grabbing one of the rafters, a vampire who you can assume is Juggler, swings for a moment and then leaps into the middle of the room. Juggler is a tall and lanky man, clad in torn denim and wears his tangled brown hair long.

"Oh! A juggler? I wonder if he will also do magic tricks!" Koln excitedly watches, leaning forward with his hands on his knees.

He also has a peek at this person's Aura.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

The Brewery 2:30am

"Oh! A juggler? I wonder if he will also do magic tricks!" Koln excitedly watches, leaning forward with his hands on his knees.

He also has a peek at this person's Aura.

Koln
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It might be that there are too many auras in the room, or maybe Juggler is too far away. But you can't get a good read on his aura, it changes from red, to green, to blue and back again like some kind of crazy Christmas ornament.
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Juggler speaks to the silent room "Brothers, sisters, I've called you all here tonight because we stand in the face of many challenges. But I want to make it clear who the enemies really are. We have been dealt some heavy blows from the Sabbat and even more from the Kue'jin." The room starts to grumble with anger and a few choice words that relate to people of asian decent. "But we do not need to face yet a third adversary. We do not need to fear the Camarilla, their laws will protect us and Victoria herself has forbidden any of the Elders from acting out against us."

Christopher throws his guitar on the floor, shattering it to pieces "That's Juggler and you know it! How could you talk like that you traitor...you....you pussy!" Gregory holds Christopher back from going to fight Juggler. The rest of the room goes into uproar, kindred fighting amongst each other, it seems like not all of them disagree with Juggler. Juggler says "Christopher, I am no traitor, I merely want to see us survive here." Christopher stops struggling to go after Juggler but turns his back on him.

Suddenly one by one the kindred in the room quiet down and you hear nothing but the sound of someone clapping. A man walks out from the stairwell leading up to the offices and the roof. He walks into the center of the room, another much younger looking man following behind him with a sawed-off shotgun in his hand. The man is slightly overweight, he's dressed in a flannel shirt and blue jeans and is wearing a cowboy hat. He speaks with an almost comical Southern accent "Good evenin' boys. Great show we got here. I'm so glad to see ya'll trying to work out yer problems with a little therapy session here." He looks around the room at everyone, and focuses on Juggler "Y'know, some of our boys went missin' after that little party at the Succubus Club tonight. I reckon someone in here might know what happened to them?" Juggler responds "You can off Sheriff, we don't know anything about your "boys"! Why don't you go poke your big nose elsewhere, or go crawl back to the cage that Ballard keeps you in."

Sheriff laughs "I thought you'd say somethin' like that. That's why I have a man on the roof just waitin' to light this whole place up unless one of ya starts talkin'!"

 

[Strider_Koln]

Koln
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It might be that there are too many auras in the room, or maybe Juggler is too far away. But you can't get a good read on his aura, it changes from red, to green, to blue and back again like some kind of crazy Christmas ornament.
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Koln hums "jingle bells" under his breath

Juggler speaks to the silent room "Brothers, sisters, I've called you all here tonight because we stand in the face of many challenges. But I want to make it clear who the enemies really are. We have been dealt some heavy blows from the Sabbat and even more from the Kue'jin." The room starts to grumble with anger and a few choice words that relate to people of asian decent.

"Ah those no good polythiest ninja-star chucking infidels! Just let me and ze Lord at them. I will have NONE of their taco salad and chase them from here to Perdition!" Koln does his best to be inconspicuous and "blend in" with his surroundings, like a chameleon, a holy chameleon.

"But we do not need to face yet a third adversary. We do not need to fear the Camarilla, their laws will protect us and Victoria herself has forbidden any of the Elders from acting out against us."

Christopher throws his guitar on the floor, shattering it to pieces "That's Juggler and you know it! How could you talk like that you traitor...you....you pussy!" Gregory holds Christopher back from going to fight Juggler. The rest of the room goes into uproar, kindred fighting amongst each other, it seems like not all of them disagree with Juggler.

"Why you heretical three-headed miserable' excuse for a Priest! Smiley face, smiley face, smiley face, smiley face upon you!!! Have at you!!" Koln jumps from his seat, joining in the fray... by choking himself.

Juggler says "Christopher, I am no traitor, I merely want to see us survive here." Christopher stops struggling to go after Juggler but turns his back on him.

Suddenly one by one the kindred in the room quiet down and you hear nothing but the sound of someone clapping. A man walks out from the stairwell leading up to the offices and the roof. He walks into the center of the room, another much younger looking man following behind him with a sawed-off shotgun in his hand. The man is slightly overweight, he's dressed in a flannel shirt and blue jeans and is wearing a cowboy hat. He speaks with an almost comical Southern accent "Good evenin' boys. Great show we got here. I'm so glad to see ya'll trying to work out yer problems with a little therapy session here." He looks around the room at everyone, and focuses on Juggler "Y'know, some of our boys went missin' after that little party at the Succubus Club tonight. I reckon someone in here might know what happened to them?" Juggler responds "You can off Sheriff, we don't know anything about your "boys"! Why don't you go poke your big nose elsewhere, or go crawl back to the cage that Ballard keeps you in."

Sheriff laughs "I thought you'd say somethin' like that. That's why I have a man on the roof just waitin' to light this whole place up unless one of ya starts talkin'!"

"Man on ze roof? ...Santa! Ah tres' bien! I have something for ol' Saint Nick in the form of a righteous right hook! We will keep Christ in Christmas! And perhaps in Thanksgiving too!" Koln announces, hoping that helped rally the others to his righteous cause against those that say "Happy Holidays."

 

[Tale_Weaver]

The Cave 2:30am

Clover settled back into her seat as they got underway again and mused on their exchange with Kyle. Something told her that that wasn't the last they would see of him, whether any of them willed it or no.

"Lacey, Kyle said that L.A. would be getting more dangerous because outsiders were coming into the city. Do you think he meant the Camarilla? I'm fairly certain I didn't sense any great love between the Camarilla and the Anarchs at that party, but I also didn't get the sense that they intended to go to open warfare between them, either. And I wonder if Kyle was working with someone else, or he's just a crazy man who wants to defend himself against our kind if he has to? You said that katana was real? What common man would walk around with a real katana on the streets, if he was acting alone?"

Meanwhile...

Lacey says "The ninja kind of man! I think the sun is going to set on his little Japan."

You arrive at the bar called The Cave. Just from the outside you can tell that this isn't a very classy place. The building is almost indistinguishable as a bar at all. It's just a brick building with no windows and a few scraggly palm trees as the only form of landscaping. A heavily barred electronics store takes up most of the front of this building. A flickering neon sign above the door is the only indication that this place is even inhabited.

Clover and Lacey walk in and behind the door is a long, dark hallway that is sparsely decorated. Interestingly enough, every couple of feet, on both sides of the hallway, hangs an antique door knocker. Several lions and grotesque gargoyles, but also some very exotic ones, such as mermaids.

Lacey of course is immediately distracted and starts playing with the door knockers, tapping them on the wall and listening as if expecting to hear footsteps.

 

[ladymermaid]

Koln
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It might be that there are too many auras in the room, or maybe Juggler is too far away. But you can't get a good read on his aura, it changes from red, to green, to blue and back again like some kind of crazy Christmas ornament.
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Juggler speaks to the silent room "Brothers, sisters, I've called you all here tonight because we stand in the face of many challenges. But I want to make it clear who the enemies really are. We have been dealt some heavy blows from the Sabbat and even more from the Kue'jin." The room starts to grumble with anger and a few choice words that relate to people of asian decent. "But we do not need to face yet a third adversary. We do not need to fear the Camarilla, their laws will protect us and Victoria herself has forbidden any of the Elders from acting out against us."

Christopher throws his guitar on the floor, shattering it to pieces "That's Juggler and you know it! How could you talk like that you traitor...you....you pussy!" Gregory holds Christopher back from going to fight Juggler. The rest of the room goes into uproar, kindred fighting amongst each other, it seems like not all of them disagree with Juggler. Juggler says "Christopher, I am no traitor, I merely want to see us survive here." Christopher stops struggling to go after Juggler but turns his back on him.

Suddenly one by one the kindred in the room quiet down and you hear nothing but the sound of someone clapping. A man walks out from the stairwell leading up to the offices and the roof. He walks into the center of the room, another much younger looking man following behind him with a sawed-off shotgun in his hand. The man is slightly overweight, he's dressed in a flannel shirt and blue jeans and is wearing a cowboy hat. He speaks with an almost comical Southern accent "Good evenin' boys. Great show we got here. I'm so glad to see ya'll trying to work out yer problems with a little therapy session here." He looks around the room at everyone, and focuses on Juggler "Y'know, some of our boys went missin' after that little party at the Succubus Club tonight. I reckon someone in here might know what happened to them?" Juggler responds "You can off Sheriff, we don't know anything about your "boys"! Why don't you go poke your big nose elsewhere, or go crawl back to the cage that Ballard keeps you in."

Sheriff laughs "I thought you'd say somethin' like that. That's why I have a man on the roof just waitin' to light this whole place up unless one of ya starts talkin'!"

Meredith stands against a side wall near where her and Skelter had been sitting. She had quickly backed away when Skelter got up to hold Damsel back during the fray. Meredith was a little worried about Koln as he had just been trying to strangle himself and she was starting to question whether or not she should have gone with him to this little shin-dig.

With the appearance of "The Sheriff" Meredith stuck to the back wall and eyed him with annoyance. This was part of why she did not like getting involved with politics, it just gets messy and usually is not worth it. She would have to see how this played out and keep an eye out for the exits so she didn't get fried.

 

[izillama]

Lacey says "The ninja kind of man! I think the sun is going to set on his little Japan."

...

Clover stared at Lacey and spoke flatly, "Why do I even bother with a long drawn out monologue?"

*facepalm*

OOC: Fast forward to The Cave, and the doorknockers.

Initially, Clover wanted to reach out and seize Lacey's hand to keep her from making a fool of herself and possibly getting themselves into trouble. After all, this place obviously felt shady, and she wasn't entirely certain that they would be among friends here, or necessarily enemies either. True to her self and what had gotten her through the past year of her unlife, she wanted to be cautious and controlling. She didn't want any surprises.

But then, she also didn't want them to seem a threat. Too much caution and acting too sneaky, in this case, could be just as dangerous. This was unknown territory for her, after all: Their last couple of run-ins with Nosferatu being... less-than-savory. So she gritted her teeth and let Lacey continue to knock haplessly. It wasn't as though they could hope to blend in (with their obvious lack of affliction and out of place clothing). So she hoped that Lacey's innocent playing could at least be construed as harmless.

She followed casually behind the pigtailed girl down the hall, and made a quick perusal for "eyes in the sky" (which the presence of the electronics store had given her the idea to look for).

OOC: On the lookout for electronic surveillance!

 

[Tale_Weaver]

The Cave 2:30am

...

Clover stared at Lacey and spoke flatly, "Why do I even bother with a long drawn out monologue?"

*facepalm*

OOC: Fast forward to The Cave, and the doorknockers.

Initially, Clover wanted to reach out and seize Lacey's hand to keep her from making a fool of herself and possibly getting themselves into trouble. After all, this place obviously felt shady, and she wasn't entirely certain that they would be among friends here, or necessarily enemies either. True to her self and what had gotten her through the past year of her unlife, she wanted to be cautious and controlling. She didn't want any surprises.

But then, she also didn't want them to seem a threat. Too much caution and acting too sneaky, in this case, could be just as dangerous. This was unknown territory for her, after all: Their last couple of run-ins with Nosferatu being... less-than-savory. So she gritted her teeth and let Lacey continue to knock haplessly. It wasn't as though they could hope to blend in (with their obvious lack of affliction and out of place clothing). So she hoped that Lacey's innocent playing could at least be construed as harmless.

She followed casually behind the pigtailed girl down the hall, and made a quick perusal for "eyes in the sky" (which the presence of the electronics store had given her the idea to look for).

OOC: On the lookout for electronic surveillance!

Clover
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While you don't see any cameras, you do notice that there is one door knocker that doesn't look like the rest, it looks like a golden bust of a half naked woman.
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Lacey continues walking down the hall using playing with every door knocker along the way.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

The Brewery 2:30am

"Man on ze roof? ...Santa! Ah tres' bien! I have something for ol' Saint Nick in the form of a righteous right hook! We will keep Christ in Christmas! And perhaps in Thanksgiving too!" Koln announces, hoping that helped rally the others to his righteous cause against those that say "Happy Holidays."

Sheriff turns his gaze to Koln "Well look at this one babblin' to himself. Looks like the anarchs here have got some new recruits. You know somethin' we don't? Cus I have no problem burning this place and all yer asses to the ground!"

 

[izillama]

Clover
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While you don't see any cameras, you do notice that there is one door knocker that doesn't look like the rest, it looks like a golden bust of a half naked woman.
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Lacey continues walking down the hall using playing with every door knocker along the way.

Clover began to walk down the hallway, inspecting the doorknockers as she went. Though some were disturbing, perhaps meant to be frightening, she could appreciate the art of each.

At one that looked like the bust of a woman, she stopped and stared at it. Not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction of thinking that it drew her for any other reason, other than just being unique among the unique doorknockers, she called out to Lacey, "Hey look, this one could be your sister!"

 

[Strider_Koln]

Sheriff turns his gaze to Koln "Well look at this one babblin' to himself. Looks like the anarchs here have got some new recruits. You know somethin' we don't? Cus I have no problem burning this place and all yer asses to the ground!"

Koln listens to his words intently. The verbiage, the throaty noises, the cultured (in a literal sense, mind you) accent all fail to translate. Being the priest that he is, he only listens for one thing, the truth. Sense motive....

"Listen well, brother, I am a "recruit" for no man. I only follow our Lord's Divine Command..."

Father Koln then looks him right in the eyes from under his hat, and speaks very very truthfully, and differently. "I know a lot of things you don't... you will learn though. They all will..."

Then his tone immediately changes back to normal "But where your boys are exactly, I do not know. Perhaps try the police department? They're nice, and give free rides... always to the same place though. Or, if any of their names are 'Waldo,' perhaps try in a book."

Without stopping, Koln continues, as if this is all the same thought "And perhaps monsieur you would do well to know that lunacy, faith, and fire have something in common. They all fool the rational person into thinking they're in control when, at all times and in actuality and since ze Beginning, it controls them." His tone is non-threatening, but serious, and very cautionary, like a parent warning their child to not touch a hot stove.

Checking the aura, let's see This one's cream filling