[VtR][Mature] Born into Darkness: Arc 1

[Festy_Dog]

Archer kicks the bags off to the side to prevent them getting caught in and possibly damaged during an altercation.

"Let's not make the fact we're carrying weapons too obvious. We've got nothing beyond what's in the weapons so it's crucial we don't waste the cartridges on making a scene here. Someone important living here will make sure our sses get handed to us if we cause trouble," Archer quickly straightened himself up, checking his reflection in the closest thing with a polished surface, and waited with a calm smile in front of the elevator, "Braddock, my good man, I hope you can resolve this so that Biggs doesn't have to."

Archer's voice gradually degenerated into a bloody gurgle by the end of his statement. Taking a dark red handkerchief from his coat he coughed and cleared his throat. He then cleaned the flecks of blood from around his mouth, folded the handkerchief neatly and put it back into his coat pocket.

 

[OnlytheStrong]

"Hash may not be worth the effort or risk, but what the hell. We're gonna walk around with a shotgun." Diego examines Frank's picture, "Not Vanderchild. Eyes are different. Old man Vandy has blue eyes, not to mention he's an old fart."

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Cole Braddock

Cole nods his head with a smile as he tosses the guns over to those who are more profient with their use and moves towards the front door. He takes a few seconds to straighten out his close before politely greeting their newly arrived guests.

 

[Graf]

[sblock=Just a reminder]Diego has touch of shadow.
Archer and Beth's dots aren't activated yet.[/sblock]

Archer quickly straightened himself up, checking his reflection in the closest thing with a polished surface,

Archer attempts to check himself in the full length mirror on the back of Frank's door but the man-shaped blur reveals little.

Cole nods his head with a smile as he tosses the guns over to those who are more profient with their use and moves towards the front door. He takes a few seconds to straighten out his close before politely greeting their newly arrived guests.

[sblock=Ironically]Cole has not only the highest firearm skill in the group but also the highest pool. Not that the characters know each other that well of course.[/sblock]
Cole tosses the shotgun to Biggs and the holdout to Archer.

When the damaged elevator doors squeak open a moment later Cole is standing in front of it flanked by Biggs and Archer on either side.

Three hulking men in matching black overcoats squeeze out of the elevator. They are of different races, (black, white and dark skinned Hispanic respectively) but have eerily similar mannerisms. The shortest one, the Hispanic, is still a full head taller than Cole; his head comically small on a neck bloated with muscles.

The lead (the black one) leans forward, head hanging inches from Cole's face Trespassing he declares.
Identify yourselves, says the white.
Leave. says the Hispanic.

 

[OnlytheStrong]

Diego reaches behind his back slowly and walks up to the black man, "Who are you? And if you'd move, we'd leave." He drops his hands to his sides, both seemingly empty.



ooc: I assume they are human since there was no attempt at frenzy and he actually drew his knife, just concealing it with his kick ass vampyre skills!! lol

 

[Graf]

ooc: I assume they are human since there was no attempt at frenzy and he actually drew his knife, just concealing it with his kick ass vampyre skills!! lol

[sblock=Predator's Taint]There wasn't any, so that is the natural assumption to make.

To be completely technical about it no triggering the predator's taint means that they're either "not vampires" or have obfuscate. (Or, I suppose, have something else cheezy from some splat book I haven't read.)[/sblock]

Diego apparently, but not actually, emptyhanded approaches the large men.

The Hispanic steps up to him, Name? it inquires.

[sblock=Archer is disoriented]You have a sudden vertigo inducing vision.

You're standing in Diego's place, you feel yourself reaching out with your mind, hiding a knife from view.
You can still see and feel the knife, but instinctively you feel as if it should be invisible to observers.​

Archer can now use the first * of Obfuscate:touch of shadow (though it may take a bit of practice to work out the kinks)[/sblock]


[sblock=Beth is disoriented]You have a sudden vertigo inducing vision.

You're standing in Diego's place, you feel yourself reaching out with your mind, hiding a knife from view.
You can still see and feel the knife, but instinctively you feel as if it should not be visible to observers.​

This vision feels fundamentally similar to the experience you had with Archer when you developed Auspex *.

Beth can now use the first * of Obfuscate:touch of shadow (though it may take a bit of practice [/sblock]

 

[industrygothica]

Beth walks into the area slowly, a long, purposeful gait. She studies the large men carefully, intently, not even trying to hide her stare, trying to determine if they are vampires or not.

 

[OnlytheStrong]

"You asked us to leave, and so we're leaving." Stares directly at the hispanic man, "You haven't introduced yourself, and where I come from that's not the way things work. If you care to know who someone is, ya tell em who you are first."

 

[Graf]

Beth stalks along the back edge of the engagement.[sblock=Beth -- Auspex] Beth can easily pick out the sounds of breathing and even faint heart beats from the large men. Her companions and herself are dead silent save for a slight rustling of cloth.

Of course, Nice was able to mimic the appearance of a human complete with breathing and a heart beat as well.[/sblock]

"You asked us to leave, and so we're leaving." Stares directly at the Hispanic man, "You haven't introduced yourself, and where I come from that's not the way things work. If you care to know who someone is, ya tell em who you are first."

The Hispanic eyes Diego for a moment. Security, he pats his chest. Resistance? he says.

The black man grunts indecisively.

 

[OnlytheStrong]

"Move." Diego stares coldly at the "security." He never did like getting pushed around. Even though it was dangerous, he always found that being confident and seemingly in control of the situation was better than buckling to the pressure of it. "Now."