[VtR][Mature] Born into Darkness: Preludes and Nocturnes

[Bloodweaver1]

Cole Braddock

He socialized with Gesellie whenever she was around and wasn’t with her ‘escort’ or with the Prince. Though he made sure to not to give the perception to on lookers that conversations were nothing but friendly chatter.

He took Cestry’s business card with extreme care and made a mental note of her position. After all, the Prince’s Sheriff is always in need of quality merchandise and one could benefit quite lucratively if one was able to supply such goods.

Thanks to Reggie he was finally able to get a hold of some financial coordinators, more like glorified bean counters, and was able to track down some of his financial holdings he was able to store away before his unfortunate demise. It wasn’t much, what one expect after 70 years.

Cole had to admit, given his current situation, things were going pretty good. He had access to the finest of eateries and to society’s darkest elite. Daddy didn’t raise no fool though and he knew that all good things come to end if one didn’t move quickly. So he whenever he could he used his newly acquired freedom to begin making contacts and establishing himself within the movers and shakers of the underworld’s underground. He hasn’t started moving anything yet as one has to establish a foundation first before they can build. So mostly he simply sat with people and got to know who they were and what they did.

 

[Graf]

Bigg's Prelude

Iktan belova

Biggs staggered into his hole-in-the-wall room.

The room spun a bit before he got his feet under him and bolted the door.

He couldn't remember exactly how he got back. After the fight the damn security guard had wandered in. One look at Biggs, covered in blood and holding a sword and he'd run back to his little desk to hide.

Biggs'd slipped away, followed a canal into the city, he remembered walking under a bridge.

At least his wounds had stopped bleeding.

Digital clock on the nightstand said 4:47.

Biggs realized he was thirsty. Klicked on the bathroom light. Dropped the rested the Katana on the radiator. Drank some water from a cupped hand. Spat it out. Rat-traps water tasted utterly foul.

Biggs looked at the mirror. It looked fogged up. He reached out a tried to wipe the fog off. It wouldn't wipe. The bathroom door behind him was clear but there was a something in front of it, like a big smear, right where his reflection was supposed to be.

Iktan belova, he heard himself think.

 

[WarShrike]

Iktan Belova. What the hell is going on? This can't be right. Im hallucinating. Yeah, that's it! Loss of blood! After all, i wasn't bit by a vampire, i was stabbed by a ghoul. THIS CAN'T F______ BE HAPPENNING!

Calming down, slightly, Biggs openned up the mirror cabinet and took out the first aid kit. He then proceeded to clean and bind his wounds. The mirror would have helped alot, but he couldn't bring himself to close the cabinet, lest he see something there that would start his panic again. Best i get cleaned up and level headed first.

Thinking about the blood loss, he heads to the fridge to fill up on liquids. Openning the fridge, he pulls out a 12 pack of Bud, and slinks over to the couch, getting comfortable.

Ahhh, best damn medicine there is!

Once he's "mellowed out", he'll be ready to confront the mirror again.

 

[Graf]

As he binds his wounds Biggs realizes his wounds really have stopped bleeding, completely.

The beer smells fine, but it must be skunked, or something. Biggs feels like wretching as soon as he puts it in his mouth and tries to swallow.

As he's trying the second can there is a knock on the door.

 

[Graf]

Archer's Prelude

The car slowly makes it's way out of driveway.

The visit to the Marquise's house finished abruptly and suddenly.

Celeste seems furious. She silently plucks non-existent pieces of lint from her beautiful evening gown.

 

[Graf]

Cole's Prelude

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He took Cestry’s business card with extreme care and made a mental note of her position. After all, the Prince’s Sheriff is always in need of quality merchandise and one could benefit quite lucratively if one was able to supply such goods.

Chasity, Reggie casually informs you is not the Sheriff. The tall woman would properly be closer in position to Seneschal in a more organized city.

Thanks to Reggie he was finally able to get a hold of some financial coordinators, more like glorified bean counters, and was able to track down some of his financial holdings he was able to store away before his unfortunate demise. It wasn’t much, what one expect after 70 years.

Reggie proves completely useless in terms of anything related to finance, and, almost equally useless with regard to the mortal world. When not summoned by LB, or visiting by Cole he seems to sit quietly in his room studying books in French, Latin and other languages that Cole can't easily identify.
When he departs by himself it seems to be only to the library or to feed. Cole's never encountered him on the reserve, or traveled with him.

On the question of recovering his finances he quietly suggests that "You might consider taking opportunities afforded you to reevaluate your interests. Perhaps you might find that things that interested you during your mortal years do not hold the same appeal as they once did."

But see below.

Cole had to admit, given his current situation, things were going pretty good. He had access to the finest of eateries and to society’s darkest elite. Daddy didn’t raise no fool though and he knew that all good things come to end if one didn’t move quickly. So he whenever he could he used his newly acquired freedom to begin making contacts and establishing himself within the movers and shakers of the underworld’s underground. He hasn’t started moving anything yet as one has to establish a foundation first before they can build. So mostly he simply sat with people and got to know who they were and what they did.

I'll address this in my next post.

You've also met at least one more kindred who gives you a hint about your "old finances". (will post about this next).[/sblock]

He socialized with Gesellie whenever she was around and wasn’t with her ‘escort’ or with the Prince. Though he made sure to not to give the perception to on lookers that conversations were nothing but friendly chatter.

Despite her ghouls socializing with Giselle is easily accomplished. She passes down the long corridor from the elevator to LB's office frequently. She seems happy to "talk" though she speaks infrequently at best. But her half smile invites conversation and as she periodically makes visits Cole develops some idea of what her shrugs and gestures represent.
Giselle's wardrobe seems completely defined by the words "slinky" and "green". This along with his long "dry spell" probably explains the very vivid thoughts of Giselle sensuously drinking his blood that Cole often experiences upon waking each evening.

 

[WarShrike]

Gripping his Katana hard enough to make his knuckles go white, Biggs aproaches the door. "A person's gotta have a damned good reason to knock on a fella's door at this time of night" he says, loudly. This is no coincidence

Openning the door, Katana ready, Biggs says: "Unless you want me to cut you in half, fill in this blank: Iktan ______."

Biggs will relax if the "password" is given, in need more of an explanation than annother fight.

 

[Graf]

As soon as Biggs undoes the door it's forced open, violently.
A small (tiny really) woman in a black trench coat slams into the doorway.

"Thanks for opening that shugah".

<cue Final Fantasy fight music>

 

[Festy_Dog]

Celeste had warned Archer about the compulsions he'd get upon meeting new faces in the Kindred community, but he didn't expect anything of the intensity he actually felt when he set eyes on Scarman. It was animalistic and instinctual, slapped him upside the head and demanded he rapidly vacate in the presence of a superior predator. He resists, and sees something akin to the same reaction in Scarman.

Archer follows Celeste's cues, trying to maintain his composure despite upset brought about with introductions and the heated debate going back and forth between his sire and the host. When Celeste's statement brought on a shocked silence though his concern reached its peak. Archer remained silent and looked to Celeste, hoping for her to give some kind of sign that everything was under control.

The sudden departure felt like it wasn't the ending she had intended.

"So, if things had gone more to your preference, what would that encounter have entailed?" Judas asked hesitantly as they drove back towards the city.

 

[WarShrike]

Drawing the Wakizashi from it's sheath on his back, Biggs loses his temper and cuts down the intruder.

[SBLOCK=Graf]Biggs spends 1 Willpower for +3 to his attack (if i read it right)[/SBLOCK]

[SBLOCK=OOC]I cant find where it describes fighting with 2 weapons, so, for my own poor confusion's sake, how does it work?

Scenario #1: It's all part of the same attack.
Example #1: STR (3) + Weaponry (4) + Katana (3L) + Wakizashi (2L) = 12 dice attack.

Scenario #2: Each blade makes a seperate attack.
Example #2: [STR (3) + Weaponry (4) + Katana (3L) = 10 dice attack] + [STR (3) + Weaponry (4) + Wakizashi (2L) = 9 dice attack] = 19 dice attack.

Scenario 2 looks like its a bit much.


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