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THE MONSTER OF EALING
Last night, several people reported the sighting of a "screaming red monster" in a quiet neighbourhood of Ealing. After a power shortage in the area, a building caught fire. It was then when, what was described as a "man shaped, footless creature" emerged from the flames, leaping, running, and screaming. One woman has told our reporters that the man had "teeth like a wolf, and the face of the devil". Police officers are still trying to get to the bottom of this; neither the power shortage nor the fire have still been explained. A spokesperson from Scotland Yard has stated that the "so called monster" might be a wounded person, escaping the fire.

TRAGEDY IN TOOLEY STREET
The police has found the bodies of three TFL workers in the construction site at Tooley Street. One of their colleagues raised the alarms last week, when the three workers didn't attend their shifts. The bodies of the men have been found in a deep hole, uncovered by the refurbishment works that are taking place in the area. According to the Police, the bodies were horribly mutilated, which has led to the wildest speculations. The names of the three workers are being kept anonymous, following the wishes of their families.

HOROSCOPE
MARCH 8 - PISCES
You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
Echoes from the past ring back into London. Their intensity increases until they are deafening. What once was a faded memory of a glorious time, now becomes a shocking reality. The consequences of actions taken decades ago ripple into the present, altering the lives of everybody in the City. Unguided and blind, Kindred wander around, trying to make profit out of the reigning chaos.


The appearance of four mysterious figures turned the city upside down. Mistrust and jealousy became the official currency of London. Serpents and fiends rise to power, misdirecting the blaming eyes of the Camarilla towards imaginary enemies. Only those with clear vision and the ability to trust each other strive, while the rest run towards a shallow grave.



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Current Chronicle: Dragons and Lions; Pride and Fire
Current Season: Spring
Controlling Sect: Camarilla



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Population: 31

Camarilla
Anarchs
Other
Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 5 (6)
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 7
Tremere: 2
Nosferatu: 3
Gangrel: 1
Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 0
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 0
Nosferatu: 1
Gangrel: 1
Setites: 5
Sabbat: ???


THE CAMARILLA

Prince

Nobody

Sheriff
Meredith Furlong
Hounds
Robyne Sheridan
Rosella Marie Allain


Keeper of Elysium
Davvad Bisset

Grand Harpy
Catherine Wilke

Primogen
Ventrue: Marcus Antonio Russo
Brujah: Thomas Krusen
Gangrel: Alexa Mallik
Malkavian: Ellora Reese
Tremere: Hannah Sundling
Toreador: Arsenio Pozzi
Nosferatu: Dogan Khojak



ANARCHS

Baron

Khoza

Baronets
Enfield: Leslie
Haringey & Barnet: Clarice Harris
Harrow: Jelena Korolenko

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Topic Started: Monday, 10. February 2014, 15:25 (2,636 Views)
Victoria Scott
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She put both elbows on the table, carefully listening to the Gangrel... and mentally twitching an eye on his comment to hold an Anarch election on a Camarilla Elysium. Since the whole problem with the last Baron was her love to be scratched behind the ears by the Prince, and with the current strained relations between them growing more and more tense around their neck everyday, letting the Prince sniff at their business -specially one regarding who's gonna be the next head honcho- sounded, to the least, stupid. With all their free spirit bullshit the Gangrel around her had a weird, almost obscene fixation on sticking to the Camarilla "you are one of us because a convention of mummies said so" crap. That was the problem with immortality. Old mummies didn't die. Instead, they kept ruling over a world that grew and evolved quicker than their ideas. No need to say one of their topflight tactic was to make sure the younger ones kept nice and quiet under their yoke so the world would remain as close to fucking 1492 as possible.

And they said the Sabbat was monstrous? He, don't make me laugh. Maybe. But the Camarilla was not exactly better. And the more she gave it a thought, the more she believed the Sword was just the perfect monster under the bed to make the little neonates behave. She had seen shit man, of course they were monsters. Now the question was: What kind of monster was worse? The one that had no problem showing the world his true nature, or the one that pretended to be a messiah of her race? This was a clear case of the pot calling the kettle back.

She fixed her eyes on Pierre by her side. Now that she thought about it, she had no idea what had happened to his life on the last five years. If his was close to hers, then brother, the guy had been really busy.

"Ok, Gar, before I give you a response." she turned her head to the goblin. "Let me explain a few things to my French friend here so he understands the 180º turn I'm gonna do right now."

Maybe it was time to put them up to date before moving to the next subject that, she was sure, would be quite difficult to understand for the French without a little look at Tory's ship's log.

"Ok Pierre TL, DR." Once again her torso twisted facing Dardenne. She accompanied the explanation with plenty of hand gestures. "Caspar was a bitch. Calebros was an ugly bitch. I left the Camarilla. Joined the Anarchs. Ta -fucking- dah."

She chose to omit Caspar's fate once Calebros finally discharged her from her obnoxious crimes. Obnoxious as in breaking his legs to save his joke of an unlife. Funniest allegation 2009: he could have survived the explosion without Tory's help. Bitch please you almost lost your legs to a fucking sommersault never mind fire and sharpnels. The Brujah couldn't help but smirk. She still had the Polaroid somewhere, one of the things she learnt from Mac.

Ok, enough past bullshit. Now she was in London, 2014, in front of a Gangrel who wanted to call an Anarch election on a Camarilla Elysium. She lighted a cigarette with a quick lash of her silver zippo.

"Now to the important facts." Her elbows to the table, body leaned forward to face the Gangrel. A drag. Her tone was not aggresive but determined. "I won't hold an election on the Muse, be the Keeper your friend or not. I do care for the Anarchs and I do think we need a Baron, I could give it a thought if there were no one else left but me. But I sure as fuck won't let Blücher sniff at our political games, and that means no election on a goddamn Camarilla Elysium. Enough with that shit. If I were the Baron I could bite my lips and be diplomatic if needed but baby ain't gonna happen in the current situation. Prince changes his mind on his annoying Anarch policy? Welcome the friendly Baron. He doesn't?" She mimicked a gun with her right hand, spitting smoke from the cig between her fingers, and aimed at an invisible enemy behind Gar with a dramatic wink of her left eye. The sound of a fake shot escaped her lips. "To hell with diplomacy."
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Gar picked up his bowler, nodded and set it on his skull. Taking up his cane once more he rose, pushed in his chair and smiled politely. The small man gave a slight bow.

"The last time you tried to convince a group of Anarch's you had a plan, you ended up staked. Now it seems your mind is rather closed. I think, unfortunately that Clan Gangrel will not be able to support you in your drive to become Baron. Unfortunately, you seem to be too intractable and stubborn to have the qualities I consider necessary for the job."

He settled his canvas duster more firmly over his shoulders and raised his steel knobbed cane to tap it against his bowler cap's brim. He took a deep breath and let it out in a soft sigh. His buzz saw like voice did indeed seem to have some regret to it. But it was hard to tell. The gnarled little goblin just shook his head, turned and left.

He needed a Baron who could understand that you only hunt one prey at a time. You could hate the Sabbat, or you could hate the Camarilla. Try to hate them both at the same time and you end up with nothing but a bad taste in your mouth. It was a damned shame Tory didn't understand the lesson of the dog, the bone and the lake. He paused, maybe he could teach her. So he turned back and regarded her.

"Once there was a dog. It had a bone that it loved very much. One day the dog came upon a lake. When he looked in the water he saw another dog with another bone. That dog's bone looked wonderful, as big and as juicy as his. So the dog barked and tried to steal the bone. When he did his own bone dropped into the water and vanished. The dog got a mouthful of water and lost his own bone as well. When he left the lake he had nothing. All because he tried to claim a second bone as good as his own."

With that the small man turned and walked away. Leaving the bar and the dog who craved two bones behind. His feet clopped softly on the hard floor of the bar. Then he was out into the night, humming softly to himself.

"I like my town.... with a little drop of poison...."
Gar's Antham

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Jelena
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"Not new but still touring, hm? Sure you blend in here, Seb? Far as I know so far, there's two groups in here. Regulars and guests. You a regular or a guest?" Questioning look and all that serious stuff. Good to know where Sebbie would put himself. Then he asked about some Warrior Scholars. That one took a while to sink in. Few seconds later, her face changed from 'Huh, what?' to 'I think I get it' and finally to 'Got it now'. Ellens grin grew and let out a burst of roaring laughter. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ! Good one, Seb! No, I'm not."
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Lazaruss stood there and watched her calmly until she was done laughing, then resumed.

" I'm a guest. " he told her. " I've explored your various stomping grounds a few times before, but no one approached me. I guess i'm not important enough to concern with. "

The three at the table had now become two, with the third man gone. He turned back to Ellen and spoke. " In any case, I'm just looking for company. Someone to hang out with. And hopefully, avoid talks of politics or sects or what not. "
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Jelena
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"So you're a guest. You come to us and hope you're important enough to be jumped at because you could use the company?" Ellen still had the rest of a grin on her face as she summed up his reasoning. "Man, Seb, I don't know where you come from, but that's some weird ass habits you folks have! Opens up another good question, though!" She leaned in on him, one hand on her knee, the elbow of the other loosely on the bar, the hand next to the drink. "Who are your people? Really just curious? Or you got sent here?"
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" Actually, i wasn't looking for company, but i was opened to the prospect. "

The last time he had been in an Anarch territory, he was all but ignored. He was glad it was no longer the case, even though he was here simply on a whim.

" Told you already. I've never been here before so i came to check it out. You know, like, when people go around London, see the sights, eat the bad food and end up kissing complete strangers. Or is that just me ?" He grinned.

" I'm from the Tower, and i'm here on my own. No one sent me and i'm not interested in any sect-related matter. I'm Really Just Curious, trying to meet good people. Nothing more. "
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Jelena
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Prince's goon. Explained a lot. 'Specially all the word acrobatics and shit. "Opened for the prospect? How's that?" she asked. Least he was kinda open about his affiliation by now. Had said he wasn't looking for political shit. Ellen was curious if that was true or just a ruse. "Dunno, guess I'm not the kissy-feely type. Heh heh. So, what do you do for a living, Seb?" Ball in his yard again, or however that saying went. She took a drink.
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Lazaruss
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" Opened to the prospect of doing what i'm doing right now - having a conversation. "

He finished his glass and left it on the counter. She sure was asking a lot of questions. But, he supposed, she had to make sure he was not a Camarilla spy or a Sabbat in disguise.

Still, he was glad for tonight's turn of events. The last several times he had been in the Anarch territory, he had been all but ignored. One would think they would at least had the decency to come and ask him what he was doing there. Down right inhospitable of them.

" Oh, i don't know. " He said. " Mostly, i just nod my head at the appropriate times, act smart and try to sound reasonable. Few people ever ask me anything, and i'm mostly free to do my own thing. You ?"
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Jelena
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More word acrobatics and dodges. If Seb wasn't here to ask holes in people's stomachs, it kinda fucking felt like it nonetheless. Didn't know how to get by, just nodded at the appropriate times and act smart? Really? Ellen chuckled lowly, just a bit as she put her drink down again. "Me? Dunno, I look around for people. I like them, all's well. I don't, I invent them a new face and hang them from a roof or something. Just what I feel like in that moment really. So I'm big on my own thing too. Where you from, Seb?"
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Lazaruss frowned at her when she chuckled. Of course. The customary threat. He seriously doubted her ability to 'invent him a new face', even if she was older, but for the sake of politeness he did not respond. Instead, he leaned back, elbows on the edge of the counter, and looked over the room.

Where was he from ? For a moment he could not remember, and it frightened him. But then he remembered the orchids at the back of their house, where he used to sneak in and steal some apples and plums. They were often green and too sour to eat, but he plucked them all the same.

" Moldavia. " He said. " I was born in Moldavia. And since then, i have seen the Western Europe, and both Americas. And after that, i returned to London. It is different from what i remember. "

To think he had seen all there was to see by now. But no. The world was not growing smaller ; it was growing crowded with wonders that humans, the great builders and destroyers, were putting into it. And it was only the beginning. He hoped he'd live long enough to see the return to the moon, the colonization of oceans and Mars, inter-stellar travel, and of course, the first contact.
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Jelena
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Oho, another soviet in London! Ellen wondered how many easterners were running around in London by now. Got more and more te longer she was here. Then, getting the fuck out of there was one of the few national sports they had. "Far away from the benevolent rule of the party, comrade! What the hell got you out of that shithole? Guess it wasn't the great weather and beautiful buildins, eh?" Moldavia, a place the people in their backwater called a backwater. Would be getting good! Turned around to the other guy and scrutinized his features. Some sort of mutt perhaps? "Much of a drifter then, Seb?" she asked.
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Lazaruss arched an eyebrow at her. " Slimy ? Mudhole ? My home, this is. MMMMMMM. " He said in his best Frank Oz/Yoda impersonation.

" Seriously though, the thing that drove me out of there were bad people. Hateful people, with a severe lack of tolerance and an over-inflated superiority complex. It was actually a contagion that spread like wild-fire. "

He looked around the room. " So other than drinking used up motor oil, " He said putting a few rumpled bills on the counter under his glass, " what do you do for fun around here ?"
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"Bad people? The what do you want over here, Seb? Those fucks are everywhere and this place ain't happy magic wonderland either. What about you step on that table over there and tell all those peeps what club you play for? See how much is left after the contagion is done with you. You want tolerance and people who love you who you are, then go and find some hippies." What did they do for fun here? Eyes to the ceiling, she thought about that. "Dunno, guess I haven't been here long enough to know. What do the good followers on the other side of the fence do for fun?" She eyed him again, more slowly, methodically. Patting him down with her eyes. Wasn't dumb enough to bring weapons in here, right? Would be fun in it's own way, though.
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Lazaruss snorted. " Actually, I was referring to the Nazis. " He said. " You know ; that particular brainwashing cult which started out like a political party around '34, grew to epic proportions, and culminated in some of the worst atrocities humanity was capable of ? I'll take Hippies over that any day. "

" Speaking of, " He whispered dramatically. " i don't think you should be comparing this here lot with those people, else you might be earning a portion of contagion yourself. "

Then again, who knew ; maybe the Anarchs liked being compared to the Nazis. In any case, he was quite comfortable without following on her suggestion, thank you very much.

On the other side ? Heh. On the other side, they milked each other for boons. That probably earned its own chapter in psychology manuals considering what lengths some people would go to, to humiliate / take advantage of someone else.

But he was not up to talking about that here. Sure, Camarilla had its Elders, but so did the Anarchs. And he wasn't up for a debate on Sect versus Sect tonight.

" For fun, we act on a stage, trying to out-wit one another. But other than that, we hang out in our own version of clubs like this one, getting to know new people, and seeing if we can do something mutually-beneficial with them. "

" And some of us like to venture out to different places and seek out new life and new civilizations to meet once in a while. Kind of like meeting the neighbors. "

He sniffed. " So what do you personally like to do ? Drive fast machines ? Electric guitar ? Graffiti ?"
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"Nazis, Commies, Capitalists... Where's the fucking difference? Problem's not the morons that kick the shit off, problem's the masses of opportunistic fucks who just follow orders and kiss asses to climb the ladder. Should've heard my granny going on about the famines in soviet paradise in the late 20's. Put all those assholes into a big bag and fuck them real good with a stick full of razors, the whole bunch until they cry for mercy and then do it all again. That's all I'm gonna say 'bout that." She gave the glass a shove, it slided down the bar and broke on the floor. "But I'm gonna tell you this, smartass. Set me up another time like that just to mouth me off and your forehead will meet that bar quicker than you can say 'What the fucking fuck'. Got that?"

The hostile look on her face was gone as suddenly as it had appeared. Ellen leaned back again with a shrug and fingered something out of her pocket. She shoved the half of the cigarette between her lips and snapped the lighter open. "Knit or make card-houses. Training. Whatever the fuck I feel like at the point. You got any hobbies, Seb?" She flicked the lighter on and instantly flinched as her innards seemed to pull together really tight. Fucking reflexes! Hand quivering a bit, she led the flame closer to her face and lit up the cig, snapped the lighter shut and breathed out a blueish cloud of smoke. She looked him over again, tried to see if he had brought any weapons.
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(ooc : If he has weapons, you don't see them. The leather coat he is wearing is slightly larger but it shows no outlines of guns while he's shifting about.)

A smug grin appeared on his face for a few seconds before evaporating into indifference again ; she was cute when she was angry. Knitting or training ? She was going all over the place, wasn't she.

Still, he believed he was starting to get her. And the Annarchs for that matter. It was about freedom. They acted this way because they wanted to prove that they took no crap from no one, but it was more than rebellious delinquency. It was a declaration of being free. They were declaring it constantly, in everything they did.

Freedom was a fine thing. Indeed, some people said it was the most beautiful thing in the world. But he knew he would never go for it. He had considered it, yes, but he did not deserve it. No kindred did. Creatures with so much power could not be free. And should not be allowed to be truly free.

Besides, the Anarchs way of doing it was too aggressive for his tastes. They were broadcasting their message too loudly and in fifteen foot high neon letters like they were trying to convince someone of something.

So he just shifted his shoulders in a shrug and said " I like trying out new things. And i suddenly feel inspired to do some graffiti on a public wall. Care to join me ?"
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Oh yes that was more like it! Man, this guy was really into all this. He wanted to make chit-chat, she got that, but he asked shit all the time and dodged the answers when it was his turn, fed her shit that amountd to nothing. Not cool and didn't help to get her suspicions off his red-headed ass. Ellen's mood had taken the road down to shitty already. But the smug grin was the kicker. Had seen it on many faces and if she got one favourite hobby, it was to wipe that shit-smearing stupid thing right out of those 'better than you' faces. Like right now. Wouldn't be the smartest move, sure, but her fingers itched. Bitchy? Yeah. Aggressive? Sure. Unable to think long-term? At times. Prone to violence? Definitely. She was lots of things. But she kept good on her promises if she could. And didn't fuck around with idle threats.

"You mean like proper Anarchs are supposed to do?" She asked in all earnest. Didn't wait for the question to be asked fully. Instead, her arm suddenly snapped forward without any sign of warning in a blur towards the back of his head really fucking quickly (OOC: Celerity 3). She'd told him what'd happen and that was what she'd busy herself to do. Slam that fucker's face ito the wood hard (OOC: Potence 4). Casually, though, no big stances or preparations. Perhaps she'd even go have a look at that wall after that.
Edited by Jelena, Friday, 9. May 2014, 10:42.
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(ooc : We have discussed this in the PMs and since i have no way of dodging what is about to happen, i'll save some time and post it here.)

Today had started of rather nicely. He had even been able to do some things he was putting off. And he had met an Anarch to talk to. He had hoped to get to know her, maybe make friends and have some fun together.

And now his head was grabbed in an iron grip. He had time to put his hand onto her chest as if to push her away, when she slammed his head down onto the bar's table-counter. Stars exploded in his vision, and he dimly wondered why there was blood all over the hard surface of the bar.

Gingerly, he grabbed her with his other hand and brought his face to her.

And then he vomited.

There was a loud popping sound between them, followed by the sound of his retching, and the shitty beer he had drunk tonight came out and over her.
Edited by Lazaruss, Friday, 9. May 2014, 21:40.
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Luckily, Ellen wasn't fazed by human biology. Not the first time she'd been vomited at or on. Still not expected, but better than much of what could have happened instead. Hher hand got off Seb, needed it to wipe that shit off herself and her stuff. Good thing she didn't have to breathe, the shit she just got hit with didn't look like it smelled like strawberries and rainbows. "Right, we're done here? How good are you at that graffiti shit?" She asked and got back onto the place. Flashed the barkeeper a little grin. "Sorry about that!"
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(ooc : Ok ; Since he came to London, people have insulted Lazaruss left and right, some to get boons out of him, some to provoke him to embarrass the Ventrue clan, some because they were pissed off, and some for reasons yet unknown to me. And so far, he has been perfectly disciplined, turning the other cheek and not giving them what they wanted. Being a Ventrue is about being poised and disciplined after all.
But he can't ignore a physical assault, especially with celerity and potence fueling the punch. He's not that much of a Ghandy. And letting it go now would officially label him a weakling and a doormat for everyone to push around and kick however they pleased. Why wouldn't they, if he never fights back, if he has no backbone ?
So i'm sorry for what's about to happen. It will look very bad, but your char will be alright. Promise.)

Lazaruss dangled in her hand, dazed and dizzy, eyes unfocused, blood from his broken nose mixing in with the vomited bear on his lower jaw. Not even remotely a threat.

And then her hand loosened just a fraction, and his eyes snapped back into focus with blinding speed. Adrenalin was a hard thing to hold back, but when it hit, it was a game-changer.

Her loose fingers could not hold on to his sudden jump, and he tore himself away from her grip, leaping in a blinding burst of blood-buffed speed all the way to the other end of the bar.

Anyone who had ever been in a fight knows the value of adrenalin ; it makes time seem to slow down and one's thoughts clarify and accelerate. He knew what came next with perception made of crystal. She was strong and fast. Much stronger than him. In a fight, she would tear him apart.

A good thing that he did not fight fair. And unless he'd save her now, she would die a final death. But first, the show must go on.

Landing on his feet, he stood in a pose which would put any Warlock to shame ; his green eyes glaring angrily beneath his large brow, hand extended towards her, palm lifted up.

" PIRO FUEGO !!!" He snarled through the blood and vomit on his face. With a broken nose, it came out less theatrical then he intended, but that didn't matter. The end result did. Oh boy and how.

As soon as he spoke those words, she burst into flames. A sudden WHOOSH of violent fire enveloped her right shoulder, the right side of her torso and her stomach and she started to burn !

Lazaruss was not a Tremere. He was a Ventrue. He knew no magic spells, but he knew how to act and the value of a good performance. And he was spending quite a lot of time, perfecting such tricks, making inventions and unconventional weapons to use in a situation just like this. This was simply one of such weapons employed in a fashion of a stage magician doing a trick. No one here knew what he was, and to a Kindred eye there was no difference between real magic and what he'd just done.

Hidden within the sleeves of his black leather coat, which was conveniently larger then a perfect fit, were stretchy elastic bags of a special mixture ; it contained kerosene, extract of garlic, dust from ground-up blessed silver crosses, and a special chemical catalyst which ignited when it came in contact with the air. That last ingredient had to be added with a hypodermic needle after the bag was already sealed shut and emptied of air bubbles. The bags were then stuck to his forearms, and attached to a small triggering mechanism located near his wrists ; anytime he would move his palm in just the right way, the elastic bag would compress, bursting the valve and spraying this mixture out of his sleeves and over a target. It was what had created that popping sound before his vomiting.

He had concealed all this by vomiting all over the said target. It was distasteful, yes, but it was the only thing which came to mind on short notice. And it was effective ; amidst this outrageous distraction, she could not have possibly noticed more fluid being splattered onto her from his left sleeve. He had also made sure to vomit into her eyes and blind her. That would be crucial once the rotshrak took hold of her.

Exposed to the air in the room, the catalyst ignited, and the kerosene welcomed it hungrily, setting her ablaze, but he was already far away from her and safe. A few drops of leftover mixture in his sleeve ignited too, but inside the sleeve it was easy to smother in fire-resistant fabric of the coat's padding.

And now, he stood there, for all the world seeming like he had just cast a fire spell on her. The theatrical pose and the words 'piro fuego' completed the illusion ; he had brought no weapons but he had magic. Theatricality and deception were powerful instruments indeed.

This was actually the first time that he had performed a field-test of this weapon. He had tested it in his home extensively, but this was the first time that he used it in an actual situation. And he was rather pleased with the results.

In fact, something malicious, wicked and gleeful stirred in him, and he felt a mad need to cackle as he watched her burn, to let her burn and laugh gleefully, and then roll around in the ashes and dance on her bones. There was a primal joy in seeing your enemies cast down and destroyed. He felt it as surely and intensely as the need to feed... and he liked it just as much.

But another part of him, a larger part of him, was disgusted with himself for those thoughts. He was not that kind of a monster. Not yet anyway. So instead of simply enjoying the show, he grabbed the nearest fire-extinguisher and ran towards her dousing her in a generous amount of white foam. He half-expected the device not to work, but even a place like this had to abide by the city's safety regulations. It took only a second or two after she ignited, and he buffed up his speed as far as he could to be there on time. Despite everything she did to him, and the beast whispering in his ear to let her die, he did not want her dead. Hurt, yes. A little. Well, more than a little. But not dead.

Finally, he turned the nuzzle off and glared at her. He must have seemed like a nightmare, towering over her, garbed in black, and able to set her on fire with a word. He could even have been an elder. She could only guess at what else he was capable of.

So he stood there, eyes on her, and ears on everything around him, ready to slam her face with the but of the fire extinguisher at the slightest twitch, waiting to see if she or anyone would attack him again or if this was it for tonight.

This was between him and her, and logically, why would they get involved in a fight she herself had started ? If one did not have the strength to fight their own battles, they should not ask others for help once the battle did not go their way. But Anarch logic might have been different from his own. He still had another bag of incendiary mixture in his other sleeve, and if anyone here even looked at him funny, he would use it in an instant.
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