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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Graf" data-source="post: 4031619" data-attributes="member: 3087">A Cow Pasture -- A few km from Blackcoat's MansionThe cows have largely dispersed. Blackcoat waves for the group to approach. She and Nice are standing near the parked cars having an animated, whispered conversation. Or at least Nice is whispering animatedly to her.[sblock=Auspex -- Archer & Beth | Perception -- Diego]Both Archer and Beth manage to <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1481096/" target="_blank">pick out the gist of the conversation</a>.not such a good idea.... he won't know any of them.... he sees them he's gonna....Diego, lurking casually nearby <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1481098/" target="_blank">hears</a> the same thing.[/sblock]With a snarl and a hiss Blackcoat cuts him off.Nice turns toward the group. OK. Everyone did well, feed..." he looks back at the mangled corpses of the cows, "OK. Well. They were going to be hamburger anyway. So, ah, no problem. Just, you know, try to stay full on blood, you don't get hungry, no frenzy."So, ah, given how helpful you've been so far, the Prince decided to give you broad latitude to attack the problem, so to speak. Some of you were investigators, or hunted kindred before, or what have you, so basically the same. Except with all the blood in your systems you can take a gunshot or two without it being a big deal.Others of you, maybe ought to just hang back and, you know, avoid getting in trouble.So you should think about what you're going to do and make a smart...Merchant. Blackcoat cuts him off.Yeah, ah, well Merchant, this old gangrel that came back to the city and didn't announce himself, I was going to take care of him tonight but.... He glances over at Blackcoat. We're busy tonight, so...And remember, Rule Number One: The first tradition. I've talked to all of you about it extensively. I'm sure you remember and I don't need to repeat but no vampire type stuff in front of the humans. Try to, you know, look human when you're around humans, and stuff like that.If you concentrate you can actually make yourselves look more human, Nice's skin looks less gray, taking on a more human cast, Body warms up, heart beat, all that. The Nosferatu offers out a hand, the abnormally long, bony fingers have taken on a pinkish shade.  The extra joint in his fingers give it a vaguely arachnid quality.Nice regards his own hand for a minute, and then pulls it back and sticks it under his poncho. It'll work better for you lot anyway.OK. So that's it. Nice goes heads over to one of the cars pulls open the door and begins the process of pulling out the driver. The man struggles feebly, clutching first at the wheel, then the doorframe and finally the door handle before being wrenched free.Drive. Out of position. I drive! The man sits in the middle of a patch of cow poop, complaining bitterly at Nice.Nice hands him a toy steering wheel from a nearby duffle bag.It's ok. Here you go. See. Just like a car. Nice presses the little yellow steering wheel into the man's hands.Back by Dawn. Blackcoat asserts.Right. You should definitely come back to the mansion. By dawn.or we dust you. The woman finishes her sentece.Blackcoat apparently having finished what she intended to say turns around and walks away. A she walks her form begins to stutter and shift, in a moment she's something else, inky black and winged she takes to the air.Nice shrugs, and goes over to the other car. The driver follows his approach his face a mask of horror and loathing, but the skinny kindred just gets into the back seat of the car. Raghunandan follows him.I thought the lady was joining us? She is. Just not a car person, she'll..., Nice responds, he pulls the car door shut, preventing anyone from hearing the rest of the conversation.</blockquote>

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