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| The coin is spinning; Victoria Scott | |
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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 25. March 2014, 19:16 (361 Views) | |
| Makie | Tuesday, 25. March 2014, 19:16 Post #1 |
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Non-suspicious Weak Harmless Anarch
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Makie had heard about the new rising star in the Anarch's ranks and she had given the Brujah her support from the shadows, but it was a fact that would remain unknown to Victoria Scott and everyone else. The woman otherwise known as stepping razor knew her way around the tripper. She had been there quite a couple times already. And this time she didn't use the front door, opting for a more subtle point of entry. She stepped out of the shadows of the bathroom with an outwordly silence, warping inside and just behind a cubicle door, which she slowly closed with a creak. Glamorous was the one thing that it was not given her place of choice, but it was always creepy; turning around when you were completely certain you were alone, only to find an inhuman shape looming over you. Once in a while everyone gets that feeling that there is something right behind them even though they know they are alone. Even though they should be alone. And they see it just by the corner of the eye. The day usually dispels those fears with ease, burning them away with daylight and the singing of birds. But it is during the night when kindred wake, walk and act, and there is no sunlight for them. Nowhere to hide from that thing in every corner that you know it's watching you. The thing which is now standing right behind you. And you can almost hear it. Don't turn around. If you turn around I'll kill you. Reaching out one hand to your shoulder... The door opened again, and she exited the bathroom shortly afterwards welcoming the loud music and the smell mix of sweat and alcohol that washed over her. With a muffled sound, her boots led the way towards one of the empty tables, and she dropped on a chair unceremoniously. As one of the waitresses passed by she catched her attention, making her get closer, and bringing one of her pale fingers to the tip of her shades she slid them only a bit, to look her dead in the eye. "Tell Victoria Scott, Tory Scott, that she has a visitor on the back. Now." It was due time that they met in person. The waitress, mesmerized did not hesitate to obey the command going towards the kindred in question, slowly but steadily. Sliding the shades back into position, the Lasombra leaned back on the chair and placed her legs upon the table. Her right hand went inside the black jacket and swiftly retrieved her oh-so-familiar knife with a fluid movement, using it then to clean her nails as she waited for the Brujah to receive the message. Now that she thought about it she could have also ordered something from the waitress... But oh well. BGM |
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"When you're livin' in a town like this It's easy to sit back and just forget That the world keeps on spinnin' round and round" | |
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| Victoria Scott | Tuesday, 25. March 2014, 21:33 Post #2 |
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Unbowed. Unbent. Unbroken.
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~BGM~ We are the last, we are the lost We are the shadow the light must cast. We are the dreamers, we are the dream We are the vision of all we've seen. For a moment she thought it was Jack. For a moment. Then she realised she hadn't hear the door open in a good while. And right after that, Tory remembered she was too tired to function correctly. Had to be that. This particular challenge was draining her strengths and her unlife. Of course she could indulge a bit, just for a night. But it had to be that way. There was no other. She didn't notice the blank look in the waitress' eyes, fading away in a few winks right after the alien words left her mouth. The bubbly wound in the fingers of her right hand sent a shock of pain all the way to her elbow the very moment it separated from the cold glass of whiskey. She jumped from her stool and cumpled along the back of the pub not-so-ready for another friendly encounter with Gar, Church or whoever the fuck felt in the need to put the teacher's suit and tell her how to manage her fucking unlife. The visitor couldn't have chosen a worst moment. Or a better one, from her perspective. She didn't recognise the pale figure at first before her eyes catched the gleam of shades under the dim light of the Tripper. Her heart beat violently. It literally did. She felt the blood flooding under her skin and her body becoming tougher, not as a voluntary act but a reflex of her tired mind now wondering if she was not just an illusion. There was an uncanny something around her. Maybe it was the imposibility to look her directly in the eyes, maybe it was the way the light seemed to avoid her. After the initial surprise, she took a seat in front of Makie. "If the Anarch will not come to the Archbishop, the Archbishop must go to the Anarch. I guess?" The rest of the customers had already put special care to stay away from her, so there was no way her words could be eavesdropped. "You're making me feel important." |
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| Makie | Wednesday, 26. March 2014, 20:41 Post #3 |
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Non-suspicious Weak Harmless Anarch
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"It was about time there was a change in management, the previous figurehead had a bad habit of kidnapping my messenger. Kinda sparkled a war because of that. I trust we won't have the same issues." She took both legs down from the table and silently sheathed the knife in such a fluid and mechanical manner that it looked as if the movements had been practiced over and over, or were commands imputed into a cold metal limb. "Oh but you are important" She said as she leaned forward on the table, placing one arm upon it to end up making a gesture of pointing two fingers with her pale hand, so out of place against the colour of the table. "This might be the very first time there is going to be dialogue between us, it kind of does feel like an historical moment does it not?" Her shoulders fell against the back of the chair again, relaxing her previous stance, and her left arm went back a bit. Her face seemed devoid of most expressions, but the shadow of a smile was always present on the sides of her lips, eager to become a fully fledged smirk. "I'll let you know something, and just this once in show of good faith: You did the right thing back then. Back when the entire "let's raid the East for the Camarilla" thing was going on. Most of the attendees would be dead by now if you hadn't, and with them any remaining real hope the for the Anarchs in London." What was implicit was the real gift to her. |
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"When you're livin' in a town like this It's easy to sit back and just forget That the world keeps on spinnin' round and round" | |
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| Victoria Scott | Friday, 28. March 2014, 18:02 Post #4 |
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Unbowed. Unbent. Unbroken.
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"To be honest Lasombra" It was obvious she was. And even if it wasn't, the woman was a celebrity all around London. One both feared and respected. "I was gonna go. And I like to believe in my own capacities to survive. That's something you should thank my brother for. Opening my eyes, I mean. Who'd have wondered the Sabbat had a mouth to talk? Clever boy he is." She smiled, letting a puff of gray tobacco smoke slither through her mouth and nostrils, mimicking the thick fog outside the pub. The sky above, jaundiced by pollution and the dim light of the city loomed over streets taken from the prologue of a Noir novel, frozen in the precise moment for a bullet to cut the greyness and welcome the mistery. "Passive aggressive bullshit apart, I do wish this meeting to be useful. And historical. I'm risking my ass sitting here with you. There are flies in the wall, rats in the sewers." |
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