Vampire: The Masquerade - Who Wants To Live Forever?

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Lacey sighs and says "A book is always better understood when you read it from the beginning."

She takes the paper on the table and turns it over to a page without any pictures. She takes out a pen from her purse. "Sweety, look. Sit next to me." Lacey starts to draw on the newspaper she starts drawing a diagram on the newspaper with three boxes. She says "You...that's you with the pretty hair. You have to get from the puppet theater, to the back stage, and to the puppet master. Someone holds the key. And then, when we see the puppet master we can continue on with our mission which is to go to Disney Land. See? I'm there with you, and we have those cute little hats made from mouse heads."

Lacey's Drawing
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OOC: Seriously, if you still don't get it, we're leaving.

Clover quirked an eyebrow and regarded Lacey for an awkward, silent moment. Then she grabbed the newspaper and crumpled it deliberately, leaving it in a heap in the center of the table. She stood and motioned to Lacey, again, to follow her, "This way. I'm sick of the way this night is going. Let's end this. So, this is the theater? I got that. Now, let's go find the show."

She strode off towards the bar, hoping Lacey would follow her. She was getting very tired of what was beginning to feel like a very long night.

Walking across the room, Clover crossed to the bar and arranged herself provocatively on the top of a bar stool; placing her elbows and chest perkily up on the bar, her head rested on an upraised fist in a wickedly casual manner. She stared in the direction of the bartender, both sultry and dangerous at the same time.

Let's end this.

"Barkeeper. A word, if you please." She hoped Lacey would soon be next to her.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

The Brewery 3:00am

As Koln bounces the idea around in his head about turning all of LA's down-and-out to His Call through the "Blood of Christ," he searches the possessions of the dead ghoul, and uses his Spirit's Touch ability on everything he can.

Koln
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Unfortunately the ghoul doesn't have too much in the way of possessions. There is a wallet with a driver's license in it along with $32 in cash. There's also a pocket knife, a wrist watch and a house key.

Spirit's touch on the wallet reveals nothing, you just see flashes of the owner, mostly going about his daily business.

Spirit's touch on the pocket knife gives you an image of the man jimmying a lock open on a door with the blade, he seems to be in a panicked state.

Spirit's touch on the wrist watch gives you the image of what looks like a pawn shop. Various goods lay strewn about on shelves as a young man passes the wristwatch to the ghoul.

Lastly, the housekey gives you a flash of an apartment somewhere, presumably the ghoul's. It looks run down and shabby but you can't pinpoint a location from this image.
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[Tale_Weaver]

The Cave 3:00am

Clover quirked an eyebrow and regarded Lacey for an awkward, silent moment. Then she grabbed the newspaper and crumpled it deliberately, leaving it in a heap in the center of the table. She stood and motioned to Lacey, again, to follow her, "This way. I'm sick of the way this night is going. Let's end this. So, this is the theater? I got that. Now, let's go find the show."

She strode off towards the bar, hoping Lacey would follow her. She was getting very tired of what was beginning to feel like a very long night.

Walking across the room, Clover crossed to the bar and arranged herself provocatively on the top of a bar stool; placing her elbows and chest perkily up on the bar, her head rested on an upraised fist in a wickedly casual manner. She stared in the direction of the bartender, both sultry and dangerous at the same time.

Let's end this.

"Barkeeper. A word, if you please." She hoped Lacey would soon be next to her.

Lacey let's out a sound of annoyance when Clover throws away her masterpiece.

She follows Clover to the bar though and mimics Clovers' position, perky chest and all. The look on her face however is one of amusement more than determination.

The bartender takes notice of the two women although he hardly makes eye contact with either of them. He responds to Clover "Can I help you miss?"

 

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Clover acknowledged the barkeeper's inability to meet her eyes. She smiled wryly. Well, there are only a few reasons that he would make a point of doing that...

Tauntingly, she pushed her chest further up onto the counter, circling her finger around indicatively, "Hey, my eyes are up here, sir."

Look, damn you! Look at my eyes!

 

[Strider_Koln]

Koln
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Unfortunately the ghoul doesn't have too much in the way of possessions. There is a wallet with a driver's license in it along with $32 in cash. There's also a pocket knife, a wrist watch and a house key.

Spirit's touch on the wallet reveals nothing, you just see flashes of the owner, mostly going about his daily business.

Spirit's touch on the pocket knife gives you an image of the man jimmying a lock open on a door with the blade, he seems to be in a panicked state.

Spirit's touch on the wrist watch gives you the image of what looks like a pawn shop. Various goods lay strewn about on shelves as a young man passes the wristwatch to the ghoul.

Lastly, the housekey gives you a flash of an apartment somewhere, presumably the ghoul's. It looks run down and shabby but you can't pinpoint a location from this image.
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OOC: Is it a noncommercial drivers license? Does it belong to the ghoul? (As I learned from Bloodlines, you can never take that for granted) Is he a donor? Is he military? How old is he? I'm assuming the license was recently issued if it's not expired. Any endorsements? Is he a registered voter? And I'm assuming his address is on it... er if it is his license. Lastly, what's his name? Annnddd... is he smiling in his photo? Is it a nice picture? What does the card taste like? ALL OF THIS IS IMPORTANT INFORMATION FOR MY MINDS! I MUST KNOW!! Also, no phone? How am I going to call the Sheriff and tell him that the Lord's Coming, and Hell is Coming with Him?

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Koln pockets everything. He closes the Ghoul's eyes and lays him flat on his back, with his right hand open and facing upward, and his left closed and facing down. "Enter ze Kingdom in Peace, brother. And tell Him, Father Koln sent you."

He turns to Meredith.

"Ah tres' bien, you're still here? Alright, I will walk with you. Let's go." Koln and Meredith try to follow the helicopter from the ground level. They keep it in their view as long as possible to get an idea of where it's going.

 

[ladymermaid]

Koln
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The ghoul has no aura. You can see that he is dead.
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If Meredith wants to try to follow the helicopter it would be a survival check. The helicopter is fast and doesn't have to follow the roads.

Meredith attempts to follow the Helicopter on foot, retracting her claws. "Ok let's go. Up for running again Father?"

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[Tale_Weaver]

The Brewery 3:00am

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OOC: Is it a noncommercial drivers license? Does it belong to the ghoul? (As I learned from Bloodlines, you can never take that for granted) Is he a donor? Is he military? How old is he? I'm assuming the license was recently issued if it's not expired. Any endorsements? Is he a registered voter? And I'm assuming his address is on it... er if it is his license. Lastly, what's his name? Annnddd... is he smiling in his photo? Is it a nice picture? What does the card taste like? ALL OF THIS IS IMPORTANT INFORMATION FOR MY MINDS! I MUST KNOW!! Also, no phone? How am I going to call the Sheriff and tell him that the Lord's Coming, and Hell is Coming with Him?

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Koln pockets everything. He closes the Ghoul's eyes and lays him flat on his back, with his right hand open and facing upward, and his left closed and facing down. "Enter ze Kingdom in Peace, brother. And tell Him, Father Koln sent you."

He turns to Meredith.

"Ah tres' bien, you're still here? Alright, I will walk with you. Let's go." Koln and Meredith try to follow the helicopter from the ground level. They keep it in their view as long as possible to get an idea of where it's going.

Koln
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The license appears to be a regular non-commercial California drivers license. The picture on the ID though isn't him so you can assume this is either fake or stolen. The ID belongs to a Jack Rider and it has an apartment address on it. The apartment is in Santa Monica, probably not too far from where you and Clover live. The card tastes like plastic by the way....
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Koln and Meredith go to follow the helicopter. Koln loses sight of it quickly but Meredith is able to track it a little longer and you both find that it flies well into the heart of downtown LA where it is impossible to follow. You can assume it will land on the top of one of the skyscrapers.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

The Cave 3:00am

Clover acknowledged the barkeeper's inability to meet her eyes. She smiled wryly. Well, there are only a few reasons that he would make a point of doing that...

Tauntingly, she pushed her chest further up onto the counter, circling her finger around indicatively, "Hey, my eyes are up here, sir."

Look, damn you! Look at my eyes!

The bartender clears his throat and says "Excuse me miss. My name is Fred. Umm...can I get you ladies a drink?" His eyes veer away from the cleavage before him but he still makes an effort to avoid eye contact.

 

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The bartender clears his throat and says "Excuse me miss. My name is Fred. Umm...can I get you ladies a drink?" His eyes veer away from the cleavage before him but he still makes an effort to avoid eye contact.

Either he's hiding something or he knows I plan on dominating him. Hm...

"No, we already had our fill. You know, Fred, I'm very fond of magic tricks," she began, conversationally. She slipped her ever-present pack of playing cards from her purse and undid the box. She shuffled them quicker than the the could follow, back and forth between her hands. She knew each card by its feel from thousands of hours of practice.

"When I was a little girl, daddy took me to my first magic show. Heh, he called himself Alquick the Amazing. Well, he wasn't so amazing. I saw through all his tricks. I said to myself, I can do better than that. So I took it up." In a broad sweep, she laid the whole deck out on the bar in a wide fan. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the entire stack tipping end over end, domino style, to show the faces. Then, in another second, she had flipped the stack back the other way. She scooped them up and continued to shuffle, hoping that her hands were beginning to gain his attention.

"But you see, where I come from, all the best magicians are men. It didn't matter how good I was. They laughed at me and didn't want to see my act." Quickly, she ceased her shuffling and drew three cards, slapping them facedown on the counter.

"So one night a friend and I went to our local club, and I was determined to show what I know. I started out small, doing silly little cards tricks for the patrons. You know, pulling the queen of spades and the queen of clubs from thin air. That kind of stuff." After she spoke, she turned over the first two cards, showing the queen of spades and the queen of clubs. Idly, she turned the spade card in slow circles, her voice pitching lower, as though delivering a secret, "You know, all of the queens bear flowers. But only the queen of spades also bears a weapon as well. I certainly wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of her wrath. Nor the queen of clubs. That would be a messy way to go."

"Now finally, the club owner came over and saw the magic in my cards. But he still thought I was too young and inexperienced for his clientele. So he told me that I could have a night for a show all to myself if I could show him the most dangerous card. So, I pulled the king of diamonds from his ear." Slowly, she turned over the last card: The king of diamonds.

"The suicide king, they call him. And though spades and clubs hurt like the devil, I'm sure," she indicated said cards, "I think I would fear the man who would take his own life more. I would wonder what he was running from, to make him take such a desperate measure."

She lifted the king and held him up to face Fred, her face somber. She spoke quietly, "There are frightening things in this world, Fred. But not all frightening things are out to get you. Sometimes, the frightening things just want to go and meet other frightening things so they can become good friends." She glared at him pointedly (whether or not he chose to look was up to him), "The diamond needn't fear the spade and the club. The spade and the club are only here looking for answers."

OOC: Well, at least it made sense to me as I'm typing it half asleep...

 

[Strider_Koln]

Koln
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The license appears to be a regular non-commercial California drivers license. The picture on the ID though isn't him so you can assume this is either fake or stolen. The ID belongs to a Jack Rider and it has an apartment address on it. The apartment is in Santa Monica, probably not too far from where you and Clover live. The card tastes like plastic by the way....
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Koln and Meredith go to follow the helicopter. Koln loses sight of it quickly but Meredith is able to track it a little longer and you both find that it flies well into the heart of downtown LA where it is impossible to follow. You can assume it will land on the top of one of the skyscrapers.

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OOC: So this person was not military, nor a donor? Okay

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"Green Marie, what direction did it fly? To ze East, or West? Right or left? And, since you have been in this place longer than I have, where do you think it's headed, and spill all of your brain's innards onto my ears about this area of ze city."

Koln thinks hard, going from what little he knows about LA, to guess the most likely buildings it could land on, and if those buildings fall under Camarilla/anarch/Sabbat/Kuei-jin/other territory.

OOC: And apparently Koln thinks it is headed for the end of the rainbow. Friggin Leprechauns... Meredith is gonna have to help him out. Roll Knowledge: Local