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

[Josh]

Wright wasn't paying attention to the rest of it. Call him a faggot? He'd pound this New York asshole a good one! He tackled his opponent.

[Charon]

Marcus was on his way back, non-chalantly carrying the fuel when he saw someone turn the corner, someone that had been in the cart. Perfect. Reaching out he grabbed the man and pulled him into the shadows. "Be quiet and sit down." The man replied to Marcus's powers by doing so. Marcus quickly enveloped them in an inky blackness. Perhaps this one would be of worth.

[Comrade Tortoise]

It was not long at all before Leo was there, he could not sit there and let the poor man get brutalized by the supernatural

"Stop this madness!" he yelled, considering the possibility that he would need dominate one or both of them.

[Cynical Cat]

Cargo lunged through the gap between cars, moving fast as a running horse. He looked around, stymied for a moment. "Mother fucking Lasombra. I see your darkness. Now give me what is mine."

[Josh]

The bruiser actually banged his head into the track, causing his vision to star for a moment. Wright growled and extended his fangs, lunging forward to take a visious bite out of the man's collarbone. Bone snapped as he ground down with his jaws, utterly oblivious to Chicken Boy's entry into the scene.

[Charon]

Marcus did not step out of the shadows, simply spoke from them.

"And why should I give to you what you cannot keep for yourself. What you have lost I have found."

Marcus grabbed his prisoner of sorts and dragged him back out of the little alley of train cars he'd been in, then took a step to the left, out of the field of fire. Meanwhile he kept a strong grip on his prisoners shoulder, best to make sure he does not run again. Not until some order can be established to it.

[Cynical Cat]

Cargo raged. "You cocksucker, do think you can steal a bolter and get away with it? Go ahead, take him. Your days are numbered."

[Comrade Tortoise]

Leo decided that stopping the fight at this point was hopeless. He could however deal with the slaver while he was seperate from his muscle

He stepped between the cars and popped up behind the slaver

"Now the question is" he said "are these humans really yours?" his tone was pleasant and almost philosophical in nature

he eyeballed the man, trying to get a good measure of him

[Charon]

Cargo raged. "You cocksucker, do think you can steal a bolter and get away with it? Go ahead, take him. Your days are numbered."

Black tentacles formed out of the inky darkness, not yet striking though.

"I would go back to your pathetic ranch mosquito, before I decide you can sooth my hunger."

[Cynical Cat]

"Who do you think I supply, genius?" Cargo sneered. "You just fucked with them."

[Josh]

He struggled against the frenzy that threatened to overwhelm him as blood flowed into his mouth. He pulled free, taking a sizable chunk of flesh as he did.

Fucking bone fragments were stuck in his teeth and gums. The sensation brought him back as he licked his lips.

"I'll take this one," he said after a long moment, before realizing that Cargo wasn't there anymore. He looked over at Blue Eyes. "What the fuck?"

[Cynical Cat]

Leo heard the crunch of gravel behind him. One of the muscle had decided to back his bosses's play with his shotgun. "You're not hiding in the darkness with valuable merchandice, farmer. Fuck off."

[Charon]

The Lasombra rolled his eyes. These games were beginning to tire him, and very quickly.

"Ah, but had I not caught this one. You'd have never seen him again. Should I return him to you I will require a finders fee. That, or how much do you want for him?"

[Cynical Cat]

"Wrong," said Cargo. "I can smell him from here. Your Lasombra delusions of cleverness don't interest me."

[Comrade Tortoise]

Leo heard the crunch of gravel behind him. One of the muscle had decided to back his bosses's play with his shotgun. "You're not hiding in the darkness with valuable merchandice, farmer. Fuck off."

"Farmer or not, I do not fear your weapons. And am merely asking a philosophical question" he priest sneered
(Is he a vamp or no?)

[Charon]

Marcus rolled his eyes.

"Very good senses. But I doubt you'd have caught him, let alone caught him alive, had I not showed up. Now I get a finders fee, or I will pay for him. Or perhaps in your foolish anger you missed that last part."

[Josh]

Okay, the blond guy had run off, and so had Cargo. Fine, he'd take the nigger then. Ignoring the whimpers from his opponent of a moment ago, he rose to his feet and conferred with Blue Eyes on what had just gone down.

[Cynical Cat]

"You can think anything you want Lasombra. He was thirty seconds from recapture and your shake down isn't going to work. You, on the other hand, have some surprises waiting for you." He half turned towards Leo. "Fuck off. I won't be challenged by some Lasombra, I certainly won't be challenged by some no status caitiff too stupid to respect as shotgun."

[Charon]

Marcus rolled his eyes. This wasn't worth it anymore. Especially as the dumbass apparently wasn't willing to pay for it. With a groan he grabbed the human with his other hand, turned the corner, and threw him. The human landed roughly on the ground and rolled. As he did the darkness fell.

Marcus stayed behind the cart. "There mosquito. Have your prize."

[Josh]

He crept up close enough to eavesdrop. Oh christ, Chicken Boy just HAD to go in stick his nose in, didn't he?

He pondered how to play this... could they blame it on an ambush? Fuck, archons could tell if you were lying.

Fucking Chicken Boy was narrowing their options in a hurry. Either back his play, or sell these guys out at the other end when he went to see the archons.

[Josh]

Hey, the Freak was there. Maybe this mess could be blamed on him.

[Comrade Tortoise]

Leo would have to wait for the bastard to turn around and catch his gaze. Death was not the answer here. Too risky, he may still be able to do a small amount of good.

[Cynical Cat]

"I told you to fuck off farmer," Cargo said. "Domain. Now get."

[Comrade Tortoise]

Hmm... Leonard thought to himself
This one's will is probably to strong to dominate.

"One of these days, you will get your comupance. Either in this world, or the next. Know that the only reason you are still alive, is because killing you would not help these people"

With that, he turned around, and brushed past the muscle

[Josh]

Domain? This was legit? That was fucking great news!

He could just finess Chicken Boy with some bullshit about how he was saving his purchases from undoubtedly dismal fates, maybe spring a loan for Blue Eyes to get one, even pick up the blond and cut a deal with the Freak.

But damn, how many assholes were running around the tracks all authorized-like that he didn't know about?