Bright Lights, Bloody Nights, Big City: Vampire Game Thread

[Bratty]

She exhales, though the body does not need it any longer.

Her place, for better or worse, is with Holden.

She did not intend for it to be. She wanted to find her own way, and learn more of the others. But they make no sense to her, and they do not care for her, even in the regard of their own personal benefit.

She looks at Holden directly. "We have a lot of work to do. And ...I have a lot to tell you about."

[imperfect vision]

"Mmm. Yes. If I were still Mortal I'd say we should do it over hot chili and coffee, but anywhere but the floor will do."

With that, he stands and starts investigating rooms for a pair of chairs, which he finds that are none-too comfortable but still, in his opinion, better than the floor.

They are set across from each other, still by the fireplace.

"Share, my child." He crosses a leg over the other, leaning forward. His demeanor has outwardly changed, presumably over being left for wolfie-food.

[Bratty]

"I am not sure where to begin," She says quietly. "Evaluating what is important seems more daunting then I originally calculated."

She settles into a chair, leaning slightly forward due to the back ridges.

"To begin...I want us to be whole again."

[imperfect vision]

"Us... You mean the parts of you."

Interesting.

"I dunno how to fix people like that." He sits up in the chair. "I have powers over certain things, but peacably fixin' the mind ain't my forte.
....Maybe there's another way. ...Is it like..havin' three people in the body?"

He doesn't have a clue what he's talking about, but.. "If it can be seen, it can be done."

[Bratty]

"The psyche is an amazing thing. There are three people here. I suppose you could say it is like having three different people. But each has their own consciousness, except for me. I set the consiousness of others. So Mary does not know of Cassie any longer, and Cassie does not know of either of us. It was for the best, to categorize."

Rosemary has become detached and analytical in her definition.

"What do you recommend? I cannot tell others of our...affliction."

[imperfect vision]

"It can be said that there are two entities in each Kindred. The Man and the Beast. The two are not as dissimilar as one would imagine. Someone could easily assign Mary as your beast, but she is still capable of thought. The three inside you all have qualities taht make Man and Beast. Appreciation, thought, emotion... again, appreciation, detachment, 'n fury.

...does that make sense?" Holden thought he might be rambling, but there's a point to it all, damnit.

[Bratty]

"It makes sense," Rosemary says simply. "Do you have suggestion for solution?"

[imperfect vision]

"I'd imagine...dialogue? ..Although an open forum..with a feral beast in a foreign environment.."

He sits back and ponders.

"If you see it, then it can be done. ...Close your eyes, here's an experiment of the mind."

Holden would definitely laugh at himself, except the powers of Presence and Dominate in the supernatural realm definitely point to a higher consciousness.

[Bratty]

Rosemary closes her eyes, and listens.

[imperfect vision]

"Imagine a familiar setting for Cassie. A nightclub. faceless patrons, enjoying a drink. Too caught up in their own world to notice anything else."

Holden loosens his tie and leans back in the chair, getting comfortable, and rubs his eyes.

"Make it warm and musical...and invite Cassie to sit at the bar. At the time, you are the one who owns the vision, therefore you own the establishment."

[Bratty]

Rosemary creates the world-

A nightclub, an actual nightclub, not the warehouse where she performed for Wright. Glamorous, daring, modern, and brilliant in lights and luster for life.

Cassie will be performing this night, Rosemary reads from the flyer.

Rosemary, somewhat out of place with those who are letting their spirits and skirts fly, sits at the bar.

"What'll ya have," The bartender asks.

"House wine." Rosemary says quietly. She sees Cassie through the crowd and gestures for her to join her. Cassie looks a little surprised, wondering what the stiff is doing here. But she grins in her cute fashion, a dimple exposing and brightening her blonde haired fair looks. She waves and moves to join Rosemary at the bar.

[imperfect vision]

"Allow it to be such a place where Cassie and yourself may speak candidly, where you can at one time bring her up.."

And Holden pauses. "...I.. uh. can't say how to get the two of you together. Don't eat her. ...Relate, somehow."

[Bratty]

Cassie sits down in the chair next to Rosemary. "I know ya, don't I?"

Bartender asks, "What'll ya have?"

Cassie grins at the bartender and winks. "Gin and tonic."

When the drink is brought, Cassie speaks to Rosemary. "You here for the show?"

Rosemary would quirk a brow, if she had one left. "You could say that."

[imperfect vision]

Holden couldn't see what was going on, but he began getting apprehensive. He didn't have a clue. Now was a time to have a Toreador elder on hand. But to hell with them. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and shrugged off his coat, becoming restless.

[Bratty]

He hears Cassie's voice. "Well I hope you enjoy the show." Coming from the mouth with her eyes closed.

Rosemary says quietly to her. "Cassie. Its about your Mama."

Cassie's voice, "My Mama?? How do you know my Mama?" The brow furrows as though in pain.

Rosemary says quietly. "She's dead, Cassie."

Cassie begins to cry.

Rosemary puts a hand on her shoulder. Holden sees a claw put on her own shoulder. "She did not suffer. She is somewhere better now."

[Cynical Cat]

"Violence of any kind is forbidden in the Elysium," said Black sternly. Broken Stick leaned against the wall, away from his fellow primogen.

"Nosferatu business," replied Broken Stick. "The foreign bitch disobeyed her primogen. I disciplined her. End of story. Unless we intend to emulate the anarchs and relinquish to power we have striven over centuries to accumulate." It was a less than subtle riposte, but it did send a murmer through the gathered vampires.

"Propriety was broken," Black responded. "Sanction must be imposed to restore the harmony of Elysium."

Broken Stick laughed. "All right. What did you have in mind?"

"That little foreign bitch, as you so quantly put it, mentioned lupines in the train yards."

"So? They occassionally stalk the outskirts. It is nothing to us."

"Why don't you confirm that. Personally." Broken Stick hissed. "Unless, of course, you are not the master of stealth and the mighty warrior that others believe you to be."

"As you wish," Stick said with venom.

[imperfect vision]

"Yes Rose, don't lose yourself in it all. Discerning and distanced."

Holden held one arm across his torso, other hand up over his lips. He is entranced, pondering...is this the right thing?

"Give her the desires of her heart, but give those desires boundaries."

He watches intently.

[Josh]

He prowled the trainyards.

He'd been briefed before entry. The domain of the Brujah had been the site of much contention in recent times, a festering conflict into which he could insert himself. Word was that the Brujah was overly trusting and rash in his actions.

Just the sort who could be leveraged into creating a wider disturbance.

[Bratty]

Her Mama dead, she has no reason to leave the city on the spur. Rosemary won't wake up to find herself conscious in another city when Cassie had been out and about.

Rosemary says softly to Cassie, "It is time to let her go. You have a show to do."

Cassie whimpers softly, crying into her hand. "I can't."

Rosemary coos, "You can and you will. I will be with you, and you will be with me. Sing, Cassie, and she will hear you."

Rosemary opens her eyes and looks at Holden, exhaling. "She is still seperate, but it is a beginning."

She stretches her back, a sickening crackle goes down her spine.

"I am not welcome with my kind, either with my maker or my species. Holden, how were you made? Did your maker have rite to "sire"? Or did he punish you too?"

[imperfect vision]

Holden slouches a bit. He is relieved.

"Not welcome? The Primogen turned his back on you for sharing information? Unheard of, especially amongst the Nosferatu."

Holden sits down across from Rose again.

"My sire had earned right of progeny through his deeds. When I was made...well, I said I understood. You never begin to comprehend, until years afterwards. Alive forever, so long as you avoid sunlight and fire. Powers of strength, resilience, control over the mind. All of that is enticing. It doesn't matter the year. Twelve-hundred. Fourteen ninety-two. 1886." Holden smirks. "It wasn't presented as a curse...but you are blighted by the change, no matter the reward. It is as you make it.

...were you..'punished?'"

[Bratty]

Rosemary considers, "Well, I am not sure what this 'Primogen' is, but the one I spoke to did not give me opportunity to share anything. We had not gotten that far. I asked him a question, to gauge his response, and he broke my jaw. I shared the information with a vampire named 'Tony'"

Rosemary eyes Holden up and down for a moment, and then looks to the floor. "I was not around when the punishment happened. One who Cassie calls 'The Shadow' hurt her for her faith in a church, and, when she would not reounce her god, he broke our leg. Mary grew...restless, in an understatement, and he did not seem to appreciate that. Mary will never forgive Cassie for, as she put it, her 'holier than thou' attitude. At the insistance of Mary, and feeling that she was abandoned, she did renounce her god. The creature she calls 'The Shadow' said she needed to be punished for her stupidity. Then, she was made. I was not made until I saw myself in the mirror."

[imperfect vision]

Holden smirked. "'Someone' broke the sanctity of Elysium. If you have a name, we can claim retribution, one way or another." Holden spat. "Well, we'll see how 'Tony' handles the information on a Lupine tearing people apart in the trainyards.

Rosemary eyes Holden up and down for a moment, and then looks to the floor. "I was not around when the punishment happened. One who Cassie calls 'The Shadow' hurt her for her faith in a church, and, when she would not reounce her god, he broke our leg. Mary grew...restless, in an understatement, and he did not seem to appreciate that. Mary will never forgive Cassie for, as she put it, her 'holier than thou' attitude. At the insistance of Mary, and feeling that she was abandoned, she did renounce her god. The creature she calls 'The Shadow' said she needed to be punished for her stupidity. Then, she was made. I was not made until I saw myself in the mirror."

"The Shadow." Holden ran through her story in his head, picking apart the few details provided to size up the 'monster' in question. "Someone who hides in religious fervor and extremely violent. Cuts away a lot of potential targets. ...I couldn't say whether we could conventionally strike back, given the story we have shared. That is neither here nor there, and what goes on between you and your sire is between y'all, until you decide to include another.

It helps, partially, that the Ventrue clan is in control. Judgment is swift, harsh. I might include fair, but it is hardly the case with any despot."

[Bratty]

"I don't want retaliation until the facts are gathered. I realize that Cassie and Mary's views are quite skewed on the whole affair, and I was not involved. I want answers before judgement on whether justice should be served. And if it is, I do not know if I want to go crawling to the Ventrue for this justice. Not that they would be unjust, but that vengence is a dish best served cold and served in surprise."

She looks up from the floor to Holden. "You should ask Cassie for more details sometime, if she will give them to you. She knows more about it then I do."

She looks around, suddenly standing up from the chair. "How are we going to make this haven liveable?"

[imperfect vision]

"Indeed. Vengeance and violence make our hearts beat again. Or at least feed the beast.

In any instance... some entrancement upon the proper people, influence bought and traded in the right areas. A few directions here and there and this place would be grand."

Holden shrugged. "There might be a day or two where we would need to hide elsewhere, to have the basement and floor properly repaired. But it's do-able. If you are interested, that is."

[Bratty]

Rosemary says simply. "This is ours. Where else do we have to go?"

Without subjecting themselves to the Lasambra's hospitality, or holding up in a hotel which is run by mortals, this is their best bet for domain.

"Let's begin."