Nocturn -- Diego meets his clan
Night Two -- Diego
As you move he talks.
Blackcoat's away now so it's good to get things sorted out. There's actually a way to tell if you're a Nosferatu, at least in principal. Nobody's idea of a good time really but we need to get this whole thing sorted out.
Nice's tone is conversational.
Nice guides you through the ruined mansion, through the foyer, up a grand flight of decrepit stairs to the second floor, and down a creaking unlit hallway to a small meeting room.
Oscar is waiting for you at a bend in the corridor and gamely follows behind grinning.
Once you get to the small meeting room,
Nice says "
OK. We're in the clear."
Almost instantly two men appear, one small and lean, the other big. Dressed in leather and jeans, they look like roadies for the Sex Pistols. If the Sex Pistols employed members of the carnival freakshow as roadies.
The lean one has huge ears, small fat eyes needle-like teeth and an immense black mohawk. He's maybe 1.5m (less than 5 feet tall) (1.7m with the mohawk).
The big one is simian in appearance, huge arms hang down to his knees, he has an immense pig-like nose studded with piercings. Most of his clothing is trashy and similarly covered in studs.
Their physical deformities suggest they're vampires, but your beast is oddly quiescent.
Snicker,
Nice gestures to the lean one,
and Gorilla.
Snicker nods at
Diego but don't speak.
Gorilla remains squatting on the ground resting a massive arm on a knee.
OK... I guess that's it. Nice says.
Not quite says a voice behind you. The voice is warm and extremely deep.
Entering the room from behind you is a distinguished looking black gentleman in an extremely nice charcoal suit.
Sucker! Nice seems slightly startled by the new arrival.
Nice, Snicker, Gorilla, Oscar, the man strolls into the room greeting people by turns,
and you would be our new fledgling, Diego. The black man proffers a hand to
Diego.
Close up the thief can see that his ebony skin is completely covered in some sort of growth. Irregular flanges of skin jut up from all angles, twisting about. His head, as bald as nices, seems to be a study in irregular shapes.