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

[Graf]

The group piles into the car.
Heard you did some nice slicing. Biggs says to Diego, I get some decent swords and I'll show you a thing or two.

The car drives off into the night. Unless people say otherwise Biggs is heading back to Blackcoats mansion.

[sblock=OOC]Yeah. nWoD is pretty swingy in terms of results. Not that it's not interesting...[/sblock]

 

[OnlytheStrong]

"Then take care who you show, or the book may find a way of disappearing from us."

Diego nods at Biggs' comment, but didn't reply. He was unwilling to feed the hunter's ego.

 

[Graf]

[sblock=OOC the woman]You can direct Biggs to take you to a hospital too of course. Or just dump her on a streetcorner. Or whatever you like.[/sblock]

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Cole Braddock

“Understood. So we are all in agreement then. We source our contacts and meet back together tomorrow night.” Agrees Cole as he jumps into the car along with Archer and drive off towards the Princes’ Palace. As soon as they make their way into the night Cole looks out the window and asks, “Let’s stop by the ‘Office’. There is one more thing that we need to do before we retire for the evening.”

OOC: If there is not enough time in the night to begin this arc then it can wait.

 

[Graf]

[sblock=ooc]The car is currently headed toward Blackcoat's Mansion which is located on the outskirts of town. The princes' haven/office is in center of town the top floor of a skyscraper.

You don't need to roleplay out what you do with the woman. You can just tell me and we'll fast forward through it.

Since it's been like... months real time on night three (or maybe it just feels that way) my inclination is to say that you really need to head back to blackcoat's soon, or else you'll be experiencing some "sun issues".[/sblock]

 

[Graf]

After dropping off the unconscious woman at the doorstep of a hospital you drive back to Blackcoat's Mansion; you make it to the top of the bone jarring hill as the sky begins to lighten.

Blackcoat's Mansion
Nice is waiting inside and immediately pulls Archer over to the side. "How do you feel?"

After getting Archer's response he continues "LB apparently caught up with your sire, I haven't heard the details but I heard he set her on fire and then threw her in front of a train."

It's fairly obvious that Nice thinks she's been destroyed. He's distracted and not paying attention so it's easy to slip the book past him (either down to the tank or stash it somewhere else in the mansion).

After the conversation is complete you're all locked into the tank for the night.

 

[industrygothica]

"Mmmm... another day in the slammer," Beth says stoically as she plops down on the floor, eying the rat-hole in the wall.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"I see," after the intense night of footwork the news seemed anticlimactic, "Hmph."

Was Archer meant to feel different now?

Was Celeste really dead?

"And her ghoul?" if Frank was still ticking there were answers to be sought from him. Allusions to a more intricate, overarching plot hung like paranoia in the back of Archer's mind.

Burnt and hit by a train. The suffering would probably have been intense and brief if that was indeed the case. Wasn't he meant to have some kind of sense for, or connection to, Celeste? Archer couldn't help but doubt, but there was an incident previously that night that may have been related. He'd have to wait until he heard from LB himself.

 

[Graf]

Ghoul? I'm sure they're on him if he's important.

Archer still feels very intensely about Celeste, it's difficult to get his mind off the idea of her being in trouble, or pain. The thought torments the restless imaginings that pass for dreams in his new existence.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Hmm," the thought of Celeste being dead didn't sit well with Archer.

She was still alive, he hoped, but he had nothing to go on beyond his gut feeling. Out of curiosity, he assessed the colours around Nice. There seemed to be patterns to the colours when he had assessed them in past, and they seemed to reveal something of the owner's present status if read correctly, like some kind of huge, complex mood ring.

"Thanks, Nice, he inclined his head respectfully in a pseudo-nod, "Is your source solid?"