[WoD] A Beginning to the End -- New York By Night
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At the pier
"Still, it troubles me that someone else would know the rites I provided to you, and could follow them with such exacting measure," the gentleman says as he turns to return to his car. He motions to his driver, who opens the door for him. After closing the door for his master, he returns around the backside of the car quickly and returns to his station behind the wheel.
After the car pulls away, the wiry man and his companion head begin walking away from the car they were seated on. Out of the parking lot, into an alley, where -- once out of sight -- they slowly dissemble, like liquid flesh, into one another... and ooze down into a common sewer grate.
On the streets of New York
Elias huddled in an alleyway, shivering, rocking back and forth...
The fury gone, he clutched himself tightly, full knowledge of the savage nature of his evening thus far striking him hard. Already mad with grief from the vicious murder of Helene, his youngest, he know had the blood of two innocents on his hands...
"I.... it wasn't me -- it was It... It's not my fault," Elias mumbled, rocking back and forth.
"Oh, but it is, Elias. You should have stopped it. They didn't need to die for her -- they didn't even know her."
Elias lept to his feet, screaming at the voice. "Hey! S**t breaks, people die. It's not like I meant to kill them!"
"Spoken like a true coward, Elias. It's no wonder she's dead -- her Sire was such a coward."
"F**k you! Come out here and say that to me!"
At that, a figure appeared in the mouth of the alleyway.
"Well, now that you have my attention -- You're a coward, Elias. It's your fault she's dead, and now more people are dead because of you. But you can't help it -- it was how you were raised, Elias. You were never given the tools to teach and protect... and now, you lack the tools to avenge her." The figure began walking into the alleyway...
At the Maze
The Prince begins his rounds about the party, beginning first with the owner of the establishment. The overall air of the party has muted itself slightly, as the watchful eye of Rait remains perched over all, his hulking form still standing at the entry-way.
*** Melody ***
"I'm sure I will -- your establishment has an excellent reputation, and heaps good fortune upon its proprietor's name," Prince Morgan responds, bowing slightly to you. "It also does you well to be under the name of such a gracious servant as your Sire. I must speak with him in private, however -- you understand, I'm sure."
After a few moments chatting with Melody's Sire, the Prince continues with his rounds, making his way to a particular couple.
*** Marcus ***
"I'm ever so please you both could make it," the Prince says, greeting Elena with a bow. "It's not often I am privileged to show our city to a neighboring Prince -- I trust all has been to your liking thus far. Please, do not hesitate to ask anything you require of me or my Primogen; I'm sure we can provide whatever your heart desires."
As the Prince makes his rounds, other conversations continue...
*** Horus ***
"Elias has been locked in a cell since the event at the Prince's behest," Hadrian says. "And that is a little rude, even for you, Curator -- Childe are to be cherished; I'm sure he's devastated, but the Beast has him for now."
Hadrian bows as the Prince makes his way towards the table -- "My liege," he says, "it is good of you to join us."
"Good evening, Hadrian, Horus," replies the Prince. "I apologize for my lateness, but it does appear that the hostess has been most kind in entertaining. I do apologize for this -- it does seem like the two of you are locked in a gripping conversation -- but I must steal Hadrian away for a few moments."
*** Francis ***
"I don't know, but it's probably something bad," Rigger whispers. "And he's been making rounds to the Primogen... so something's up. I'd secure an exit, if I were you, or a safe place to watch."
*** Paul ***
"Arriving," Mathew looks at you quizzically. "He's already here, Paul. Have the sheep infected your eyes with their blindness?"
A blink, and then a silence. "Yes, the Prince does have pressing matters," Mathew says. "Those pants are atrocious," he adds with a smile.
After making his rounds and speaking with the Primogen and other officials of the city, the Prince calls for quiet.
"I have heard the whispers since I arrived; do not think me foolish," he begins. "All of you want to know, why has Rait accompanied me here this evening. And what of my important business -- what could be so important as to pull me away from the company of my fellow Kindred on such a festive occasion."
Pausing for a moment to survey the assemblage, he nevertheless continues. "Tradegy is part of our existence, but recent events have made this truism ever the more poignant. It has come to my attention that one among us, this very night, is responsible for the death of Helene, childe of Elias."
"Still, it troubles me that someone else would know the rites I provided to you, and could follow them with such exacting measure," the gentleman says as he turns to return to his car. He motions to his driver, who opens the door for him. After closing the door for his master, he returns around the backside of the car quickly and returns to his station behind the wheel.
After the car pulls away, the wiry man and his companion head begin walking away from the car they were seated on. Out of the parking lot, into an alley, where -- once out of sight -- they slowly dissemble, like liquid flesh, into one another... and ooze down into a common sewer grate.
On the streets of New York
Elias huddled in an alleyway, shivering, rocking back and forth...
The fury gone, he clutched himself tightly, full knowledge of the savage nature of his evening thus far striking him hard. Already mad with grief from the vicious murder of Helene, his youngest, he know had the blood of two innocents on his hands...
"I.... it wasn't me -- it was It... It's not my fault," Elias mumbled, rocking back and forth.
"Oh, but it is, Elias. You should have stopped it. They didn't need to die for her -- they didn't even know her."
Elias lept to his feet, screaming at the voice. "Hey! S**t breaks, people die. It's not like I meant to kill them!"
"Spoken like a true coward, Elias. It's no wonder she's dead -- her Sire was such a coward."
"F**k you! Come out here and say that to me!"
At that, a figure appeared in the mouth of the alleyway.
"Well, now that you have my attention -- You're a coward, Elias. It's your fault she's dead, and now more people are dead because of you. But you can't help it -- it was how you were raised, Elias. You were never given the tools to teach and protect... and now, you lack the tools to avenge her." The figure began walking into the alleyway...
At the Maze
The Prince begins his rounds about the party, beginning first with the owner of the establishment. The overall air of the party has muted itself slightly, as the watchful eye of Rait remains perched over all, his hulking form still standing at the entry-way.
*** Melody ***
"I'm sure I will -- your establishment has an excellent reputation, and heaps good fortune upon its proprietor's name," Prince Morgan responds, bowing slightly to you. "It also does you well to be under the name of such a gracious servant as your Sire. I must speak with him in private, however -- you understand, I'm sure."
After a few moments chatting with Melody's Sire, the Prince continues with his rounds, making his way to a particular couple.
*** Marcus ***
"I'm ever so please you both could make it," the Prince says, greeting Elena with a bow. "It's not often I am privileged to show our city to a neighboring Prince -- I trust all has been to your liking thus far. Please, do not hesitate to ask anything you require of me or my Primogen; I'm sure we can provide whatever your heart desires."
As the Prince makes his rounds, other conversations continue...
*** Horus ***
"Elias has been locked in a cell since the event at the Prince's behest," Hadrian says. "And that is a little rude, even for you, Curator -- Childe are to be cherished; I'm sure he's devastated, but the Beast has him for now."
Hadrian bows as the Prince makes his way towards the table -- "My liege," he says, "it is good of you to join us."
"Good evening, Hadrian, Horus," replies the Prince. "I apologize for my lateness, but it does appear that the hostess has been most kind in entertaining. I do apologize for this -- it does seem like the two of you are locked in a gripping conversation -- but I must steal Hadrian away for a few moments."
*** Francis ***
"I don't know, but it's probably something bad," Rigger whispers. "And he's been making rounds to the Primogen... so something's up. I'd secure an exit, if I were you, or a safe place to watch."
*** Paul ***
"Arriving," Mathew looks at you quizzically. "He's already here, Paul. Have the sheep infected your eyes with their blindness?"
A blink, and then a silence. "Yes, the Prince does have pressing matters," Mathew says. "Those pants are atrocious," he adds with a smile.
After making his rounds and speaking with the Primogen and other officials of the city, the Prince calls for quiet.
"I have heard the whispers since I arrived; do not think me foolish," he begins. "All of you want to know, why has Rait accompanied me here this evening. And what of my important business -- what could be so important as to pull me away from the company of my fellow Kindred on such a festive occasion."
Pausing for a moment to survey the assemblage, he nevertheless continues. "Tradegy is part of our existence, but recent events have made this truism ever the more poignant. It has come to my attention that one among us, this very night, is responsible for the death of Helene, childe of Elias."
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Majin
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Horus chuckles at Hadrian as his eyes catch notice of the Prince making his way towards them. "Why Hadrian, lighten up my young friend. You know I'm not one for being "PC". But perhaps you are right, and I am being a tad insensitive. I have never felt the need to sire a childe in all my years, so if there is one secret that escapes me it is the enlightenment that must present, but that will come in time. Lets just say I am... biding my time. When I am ready to pass on my vast knowledge to someone I will walk that path, but not a moment sooner."
He smiles as the Prince approaches and greets him, and nods as he whisks Hadrian away. When Morgan begins addressing the whole room Horus listens, trailing a finger slowly across the head of his cane. A wicked smile comes to form upon his lips as the Prince reveals his information to the assemblage.
He smiles as the Prince approaches and greets him, and nods as he whisks Hadrian away. When Morgan begins addressing the whole room Horus listens, trailing a finger slowly across the head of his cane. A wicked smile comes to form upon his lips as the Prince reveals his information to the assemblage.
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Jarval
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"Perhaps, but I may yet loose the blinkers of the flock." Paul replies, his focus again on his fellow Kindred. Beginning with Rait, he starts to examine the auras of all in the room, looking for a trace of anything out of the ordinary.
"I do have to agree with you about the Prince's choice of outfit. It really does fall well below his usual standards..." He trails off as the subject of his sartorial criticism speaks.
One of us! Paul glances to Mathew, watching his sire. Perhaps he knew. Perhaps he saw. His gift can show him the truth, at times. He ponders on this as he returns to his study of the other guests.
"I do have to agree with you about the Prince's choice of outfit. It really does fall well below his usual standards..." He trails off as the subject of his sartorial criticism speaks.
One of us! Paul glances to Mathew, watching his sire. Perhaps he knew. Perhaps he saw. His gift can show him the truth, at times. He ponders on this as he returns to his study of the other guests.
Velmont
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Mordane76 said:
Francis move in a corner of the Maze where there is less people, take a sit and start to look at the crowd.
Why am I here after all? Maybe the sewer stink, but it is always better than the smell of intrigue. I'm not made for such social things, I'm better in a chat room or surfing on the net and manipulatings others info...
Seonaid
Explorer
At the Prince's announcement, Marcus reflexively looks around the room to see if anyone is looking guilty or suspicious, though he knows such an action is ridiculous. Any Kindred who shows up at a gathering the Prince attends would be better than to let his or her emotions be seen. He then glances at Elena and shrugs almost imperceptibly. His attention goes back to the Prince.
Mordane76
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"Yes," Prince Morgan continues after a pause, "I was as shocked to hear such news as you all are, but it is true. Tonight, I will pass my judgement, and reward my sources."
"Rigger," Prince Morgan as he turns to face the Nosferatu, "approach."
"Evidence provided to me by my sources forces my hand, Nosferatu -- but you have served Prince Calabros, and you have served me well up to this point. Thus, as recognition of your service, instead of your life as forfeit to me, you are stripped of your post, and henceforth are you anathema in my domain. Leave this moment, and return not -- lest you wish to meet the Final Death."
"Violence will be stayed upon you this evening -- no one in this city shall harm you," Prince Morgan speaks as he surveys the room. "Should you be found in this domain after sunset tomorrow, your blood is forfeit."
"Rigger," Prince Morgan as he turns to face the Nosferatu, "approach."
"Evidence provided to me by my sources forces my hand, Nosferatu -- but you have served Prince Calabros, and you have served me well up to this point. Thus, as recognition of your service, instead of your life as forfeit to me, you are stripped of your post, and henceforth are you anathema in my domain. Leave this moment, and return not -- lest you wish to meet the Final Death."
"Violence will be stayed upon you this evening -- no one in this city shall harm you," Prince Morgan speaks as he surveys the room. "Should you be found in this domain after sunset tomorrow, your blood is forfeit."
Velmont
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Francis is surprise by what he just have heard.
What?
Francis try to make his way to Rigger before he leave the place, and hope not to be too much seen, but when he have done half the way, he stop.
He wanted me to have a way out. He knew it already. But what to do? Who will take his place at the head of our clan? I hate that, I'm no politician, and now I'm on the edge and have nothing to have grip...
Francis stare at Rigger, in the middle of the club, and seem seems a bit confused.
What?
Francis try to make his way to Rigger before he leave the place, and hope not to be too much seen, but when he have done half the way, he stop.
He wanted me to have a way out. He knew it already. But what to do? Who will take his place at the head of our clan? I hate that, I'm no politician, and now I'm on the edge and have nothing to have grip...
Francis stare at Rigger, in the middle of the club, and seem seems a bit confused.
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