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

[Cynical Cat]

"Damn," said Karen. "We could use some representation with muscle. Even that freak Broken Stick is here."

[Josh]

"What the fuck's going on, anyway? Nobody told me tonight was the big fucking soiree."

[Cynical Cat]

"A bunch of archons hit town two nights ago and walked all over the Seneschal. Hans to Bloody gets all jumpy and then lights out of here early last night. Then came the news that Rossi bought the farm and that got around just before Elysium let out last night. Everyone's ghouls were passing the word for the rest of the day so by the time most people got up tonight, they either new or were about to know. Something's going down and none of the higher ups are saying Jack."

Haakon the Grey walked in, wearing blue jeans, work boots, and a flannel shirt. "Who the fuck it the guy with the beard?" she asked.

[Josh]

Well fuck, if everyone was being all close-mouthed about it, that ruined his chances to brag.

"Yeah," he said, glad of the change of subject. "Oh yeah, that's Haakon. Big-time elder Gangrel. Don't fuck with him straight-up."

At least he got the chance to be in the know on something, and paid back her tidbits of info with a bigger tidbit- new player in the Elysium.

[Cynical Cat]

"Big time Gangrel here? Maybe the dogs are going to remember they are wolves. Wonder how well he gets along with Yeke-Arslan?"

[Josh]

"They do talk, apparently. Just a sec, I'm gonna go make with some hospitality and shit."

He wandered over to the vicinity of Haakon. "Hey big guy, how's it goin'?"

[Cynical Cat]

The big Gangrel looked Wright over. "You again. At least you left the yappy little dogs behind."

[Josh]

He shrugged, letting that one pass by. "Yeah. Hey, I know you're not big on the social scene and all, so I won't fuck around and waste your time. Just wanted to let you know that there's no hard feelings, and if you happen to need anything, just give me a yell."

[Cynical Cat]

The Gangrel laughed. "I like you. In the old days I would have a bench for on one of my ships."

[Josh]

He didn't know if that was a compliment or a slam, and he wasn't really sure he wanted to know. "Yeah," he said, noncomittally. "Anyway, I'll let you get back to your... thing."

[Charon]

Marcus awoke with a bit of a start, his visions fading into into the background once again. The visions were getting worse again. Maybe this time... nah. Getting out of bed Marcus went to his study for an hour or so, doing some paperwork and the like before heading to see his new ghoul who was busy relaxing. He made him drink another bit of blood then headed out, a few letters in his coat.

Marcus made his first stop at a mailbox and made a drop there, then headed over into Capone territory and found himself a low-level soldier. Handing him the second letter Marcus ordered him (Whee dominate) to deliver it to the address. After finding himself a bimbo to feed off of then dump somewhere where she wouldn't be found Marcus made his way to Elysium.

Marcus entered the gentlemen's club. There was the prince, the primogen, the harpies were in their usual corner, all in a titter about something. Probably some ridiculous events of who was sleeping with who.

Marcus then noticed the elder Gangrel that he'd met the night before, and made a pointed effort to avoid him unless the Gangrel came to him first. Unfortunately for Marcus, the man he was there to see was also next to Haakon. With pursed lips Marcus made his way over to a group and just happened to let slip that apparently one of the Caitiff in the city now had his very own ghoul.

[Cynical Cat]

Haakon shrugged and walked over to the Prince.

[Josh]

Wright always had to fight down the vicious urge to fuck with the figurehead Prince. But he was well aware that while figureheads have little power, those who prop them up damned well do.

Ah well. Someday, when he had one foot out of town.

He spotted the Freak and made his way over, just in time to catch him making the stunning revelation that the bastard that nobody gave a fuck about had a ghoul that nobody would give a fuck about. He hovered in the background and let him drop his rather sad tidbit of gossip before swooping in.

"Marcus! Good to see ya!"

Oh, wouldn't that raise a few eyebrows, snuggying up to the family-less Freak that had even less of his own to represent him around town than the fucking clanless? He reveled in the vaguely scandalous nature of it.

[Comrade Tortoise]

Leonard continued to ponder the nature of God for several more hours. Until the realization struck him. Not that God did not exist or didnt care, but rather that he was using him. There was a purpose to God choosing him, and allowing one of his servants to be damned.

The Church's hunters dont actually know vampires exist. They are inspired by the Holy Spirit, but they dont know where to look, they certainly cant identify a vampire unless they are very lucky, and most importantly, they die. They cannot fight a vampire on the same level, they arent super strong, they cannot move faster than the eye can see, and they cannot regenerate. The only thing that can fight a vampire is... another vampire.

He may have slipped last night, but he would not let it happen again. He would be the Sword of the Lord, his Angel of Death.

He needed to feed... he tried to think of their was a butcher or something open this late., and maybe an antique shop... he would have to get something more substantial to supplement his rapier.

[Charon]

Marcus smiled and even made a move to embrace the Brujah. Two relatively no names causing a small stir, how interesting. Both had their parts to play of course, Marcus was almost as well connected to the mob as the Nos, and Wright had his claw in the selling of alcohol.

"Glad to see you here, I was just mentioning last night. When that Caitiff, what's his name? Chicken Boy? Got himself a ghoul. Saw you were making friends with Haakon."

[Cynical Cat]

Haakon and Black were chatting. The Prince nodded and Haakon made a shallow bow. The Gangrel snarled at the white haired vamp debating Samantha Blake and headed for one of the back rooms. The stocky vamp raised an eyebrow and returned to his conversation.

[Josh]

He snickered. "Yeah, Chicken Boy's got himself a new toy. Great shit. Didja see the way he was working it out, all moral-like? That's gonna be fun to watch."

He nodded at the mention of Haakon. "He's solid. You don't got no grudge on that, y'know..." he suggestively tugged on his own arm. "Thing?"

[Charon]

Marcus chuckled. "Absolutely pathetic, not fitting to a Kindred at all." At the mention of the other thing that happened Marcus shrugged. "That's good to hear. But anyway, down to business huh? I'm sure we're both very busy men."

[Josh]

Hah! Doing business with the Freak- even better.

"Sure, you wanna grab a side room?" He gestured toward the private rooms.

[Cynical Cat]

Hans the Bloody walked in. He confered with one of the servants for a moment and then headed over to the Prince. After a brief conversation, he headed into the interior of the building. It may have been coincidence, but he headed through the same door as Haakon.

[Josh]

He made a mental note on that. Haakon would make a good strong-arm, if that's what they were angling for.

But any mobster knew how it worked- there was only so much room for strong-ass bastards like Hans and Haakon. The territoriality and touchy nature of individuals like that inevitably led to fallings-out.

He wouldn't get too far ahead of himself on that, but if it did come to a head to head between the two, depending on how the wind was blowing, he'd end up on Haakon's side. They already had a certain amount of commonality, and he hated the fucking Kraut with a passion.

(However, in the event of Haakon blundering into a bad spot, well, then he was Hans' best friend in the damned city, of course.)

[Charon]

Marcus nodded in affermation, already maneuvering both himself and Wright towards the private rooms. Marcus watched as Hans and Haakon went into with some interest. He'd have to learn what they thought of each other. It would be good to know which of the elders didn't like each other. That way he could stay out of a room they were in.

Marcus openned the first door he came to, only to see a toreador and some pet having a little private time. Marcus quickly stepped to the side and out of easy view, making his way to the next room down. Wright could close the door.

[Cynical Cat]

The door to the confession booth opened and the man sat down. "Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been a long time since my last confession."

Dominic O'Reilly supressed a sigh and an urge to tell him to get on with it. "Why don't you tell me what's troubling you, my son?"

"It's a spiritual matter, Father."

"Why don't you explain the problem from the beginning?" God, would this loser just hurry up and spill it? He surpressed the though with an twinge. of guilt.

"Certainly. I suppose if we go back to the beginning, then the problem is with God."

"Have you lost your faith?"

"Oh, not at all. I can truly say there are few people with greater faith than I. The problem is with the Lucifer's fall."

God help him, he had an amateur philosopher, or worse yet, a protestant on his hands. Correcting this heathen's misbegotten ideas was going to take a while. "What is your problem with it?"

"Well, God is the creator of the universe. The most powerful being there is. Why did Lucifer rebel when he knew how powerful God is?"

"Pride," replied Father O'Reilly.

"No, truth. God spoke and their was light. Lucifer found out that there was something before light, before the works of God. He found the worlds of darkness in the shadow beyond creation's light. He found that the Demiurge was nothing more than a presumptious liar. God would not admit the truth and so Lucifer rebelled and was cast down. The Demiurge is nothing but more than a faltering usurper claiming mastery of creation."

"Heresy! The worst kind of heresy!" O'Reilly snapped back.

"Wrong," said the man. He reached out and tore the partition to kindling. O'Reilly stumbled back out of the confession booth. A man wreathed in shadow walked out. "The Demiurge's law holds for now, but every day it falters. Here, in his church, you will see the impotence of that doddering fool before you die."

O'Reilly held out his crucifix. The shadow man reached out and crushed his hand to jelly. "So much for the power of your God. Now I shall share with you some of the secrets I learned from Hell."

[Josh]

Wright slapped the door shut and leaned on the wall. "So, let's palaver. You said you got juice with the Dagos and the Micks?"

[Comrade Tortoise]

Leo was mildly annoyed when the area antique shops werent open. Oh well, his chances of finding what he required in that sort of location was slim.