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| If there's a riot; ATTN: Jeremy, Jhael, Dove, Agustin | |
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| Topic Started: Friday, 6. June 2014, 19:04 (4,024 Views) | |
| Clarice Harris | Friday, 6. June 2014, 19:04 Post #1 |
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Sexually abused by a Jew
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Summer was never a true friend of average vampire, even warm atmosphere couldn't fully compensate shortness of the nights. And so Clarice had everything prepared on previous evening. With so many open-air parties going around she could easily obtain a new toy - boom box taken straight out of previous decade. Finally her old collection of tapes and CDs became useful She was dressed in casual, though a bit outdated fashion. Lime green sneakers, olive cargo shorts and ashen tank top. Carrying that boom box on her shoulder she looked like a relic of 90s. It was nearing 10 PM as she walked through London Road. On arrival standard procedure: pick the lock and wait a little, at least for Jeremy to come. Everyone else knew the meeting point. Her final destination was an old willow, not that far into the woods
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| Jhael | Saturday, 7. June 2014, 22:18 Post #2 |
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Prince Blucher's Dinner (still not quite house trained)
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Two young men strolled through the park in the middle of the night to meet some vampires who wanted to get rough. A hoot sounded from above and the tall, pale one gave an easygoing smile to the owl perched on the branch stretching over the path. A lean thing head to toe in black, black hoodie over a black rhyolite vest, black sweatpants and combat boots, his companion contrasted in his bright yellow tracksuit and pumas. If a crazy midnight cyclist tore through the trail, at least one of them was visible enough to be dodged. "Stabbed one, sparred another with toy light sabers. Been punched by a few. Punching back will be a first. Kind of surprised me, didn't think Mr. Starling is the backyard wrestling type." The ghouls talked on their way to the willow. Jhael parked his Audi at a distance, the walk being a bit of a pre-warm up. "Think that's her," he muttered when he saw a skinny, sort of feminine..ish outline shuffling about in the dark. "She bring a boom box?" After noticing that big old relic in her hands, he glanced a Dove with a curious lift of the brow. "Hey, do you know how to break dance? Don't mean to be racist or anything, but you kinda look like the type." |
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| Dove | Saturday, 7. June 2014, 22:45 Post #3 |
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Tramp
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"No! I can't breakdance."Dove snorted loudly, his unhappiness about being in a park at night forgotten for a brief moment as he shot a baffled look at the man walking alongside. "Can you slam doors and rattle chains, like a proper ghost?" If there could possibly be any mistaken seriousness taken from his comment, Dove gave Jhael a bit of a shove with a quiet "Knobend..." under his breath. Straight after shoving him, he darted in and flung an arm around Jhael's neck. "Take me for some fried chicken later?" Actually... That did sound kind of good. Dove laughed at his own terrible stereotype and that it fit him like a glove. "What's gonna happen here, anyway? I mean... Fighting, really? How does that even work? They're stronger and faster than we are. Are we gonna spend the night standing still looking dumb because we can't do shit?" Dove aimed an enthusiastic wave in the direction of the shadow and hoped it was Ms. Harris. |
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| Clarice Harris | Sunday, 8. June 2014, 13:56 Post #4 |
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Sexually abused by a Jew
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A short whistle accompanied the ghouls' arrival. Clarice was quite surprised to see neon Dove in here, but that would make things a lot more interesting. She bounced off the fence and stepped forward to greet the two, as usual with a handshake. Chris was quite disgusted at the thought of accepting a mulatto's hand, but Clarice kept it at bay Kaay, enough of courtesy and shit. Let's hope Mr. Starling shows up soon, in the meantime... She reached to one of her massive pockets, bringing 4 tapes out. None of them had any label, Clarice only knew they were pirate copies made around 20 years ago. She spread them like cards, putting some effort into it as her hands were a bit too small Guests do the honours! |
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| Cid | Sunday, 8. June 2014, 14:58 Post #5 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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Far off, there came a giggling... A rustling through the park... ... Soon enough, running at full speed for a normal person, Agustin came close. To the willow and whatever else everyone was meeting up near. Last night and a couple of texts ago, the setup for this little get-together was decided. It sounded like tons of fun. Kick the shit out of eachother and no one gets in trouble? Nobody comes back with a knife or gun for revenge? It's like a dream come true... Agustin was wearing heavy black sweatpants, the strings tied tight around his waist to keep them up as he moved. His grey and green boxers peeked out just a little bit. No shirt, no shoes, no fucks to give. Okay, maybe a few fucks... Depending on company. He doesn't remember Clarice all that well, what with Malk meeting number one being all chaotic and stupid... Wearing a freshly nicked black backpack slung over his shoulders, the only thing on his chest, Agustin came into view with a grin on his mug. In the backpack was a change of clothes and his shoes, his phone and some other minor tools. Just in case... The main reason why he was shirtless was that he couldn't decide on which of his collection of t-shirts was okay to ruin. So, none of them was the answer. Clothes are expensive, for fuck's sake, and Agustin wasn't sure at all what kinds of damage peeps were in store for tonight. Agustin skidded to a stop from his sprint as he caught sight of the trio already assembled. As the young Malk approached, he piped up with, "Hey! Jail! Dove! Fancy seein' you guys here... And Miss Harris, nice to meet you. Like, for real this time." His tone and posture was polite, but excited. "So, where's Jeremy?" |
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| Jhael | Monday, 9. June 2014, 16:29 Post #6 |
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Prince Blucher's Dinner (still not quite house trained)
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~~~~~~~~~~~ They're stronger and faster than we are. Are we gonna spend the night standing still looking dumb because we can't do shit? Clarice whistled and while she was still at a distance, Jhael snapped his hand over the darker one on his shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze to stress his following words. "It's not about how you look," he said in a harsh whisper to Dove with his eyes on the approaching Kindred. "We're testing ourselves. Don't want to spend my whole life pushed around by all of them because I don't know what the fuck I can do." Just a chance to hit back will be worth any beating here. "I'll get you a bucket. All you can eat. Here she comes..." ~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hey," he said to the Malkavian. He gave her a brief look over, but knew it was pointless because you can't size up a Kindred based on appearance. Perfectly content to forgo all the etiquette rigmarole, he stepped closer to do those honours. "Ooh, a surprise." Seeing no labels, he pointed to the third tape spread in her hand. "Just hope that's not Pitbull," he muttered, then he heard a rustling and looked over his shoulder. "The fuck, is something chasing him?" He frowned to squint behind Agustin, the tension of fight or flight beginning to kick in when Malkavian #2 merely kicked up some dirt clods with his sudden stop and gave his casual, unafraid greeting. Jhael let out a breath with a shake of the head. "God damn, Garcia. Gonna give me a heart attack. Hey." He turned to peer about the park, then shrugged. "He's not here yet." Still staring out at the black recesses of the park with it's moving shadows cast by branches swaying at every breeze, he bit his lip. The Ventrue was to be his safety assurance, in a way. He knew the Clan Whip would be unwise to put the Prince's ghoul in any serious danger. |
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| Jeremy Starling | Tuesday, 10. June 2014, 00:14 Post #7 |
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Seneschal of London
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When Jeremy arrived there were already a lot of people gathered, he was quite surprised about that, but also glad. More people meant better training possibility. He knew all of them. Even Mr. Agustin had come. Jeremy was dressed in an older blue suit that he wouldn´t wear otherwise any more. So it didn´t matter if it got ripped or dirty. "Good evening...I am amazed and glad to see there are that many new pupils..." he said with a bit of a smirk. He had two black umbrellas with him, the antique one and the new one. |
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| Clarice Harris | Wednesday, 11. June 2014, 16:45 Post #8 |
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Sexually abused by a Jew
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So it was decided, tape #3. Boombox was carefully placed on the ground and other tapes have returned to her pocket. She was about to ask Dove but then, there was someone running up to them. The face wasn't really familiar at first glance, but then the whole half-naked posture made it clear. Agustin, lacking the body paint and aura of oblivion this time. Clarice completely ignored his kindness and responded with her index fingers pointed at his chest A or B? It almost seemed like Jeremy was summoned by them going merely vocal about lack of his presence. Wheter it worked that way or not, it was still good to see him, especially with such great timing. Growing tired of paying respects, she would ignore further words. What caught her attention were the umbrellas, that gave her a sort of idea to be used later that night. For now, she performed the famous slav squat, propping up her chin with one of her wrists Uh..so we're here for two main reasons, which is FUN, but also letting Jeremy learn how to deal with thugs, gypsies and that kind of stuff... She scratched her chin, thinking if there was anything else. There was, she titled her head looking at two ghouls with sick smile And you're gonna kick my ass, as promised Clarice has inserted the chosen cassette into proper slot, double checking if it was sure on the side chosen by Agustin. Quiet noise could be heard as the tape leader was passing below the play head; it would soon turn out what kind of stuff was recorded here |
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| Cid | Wednesday, 11. June 2014, 17:21 Post #9 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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"The fuck you mean 'Garcia', eh? How you know my abuela's last name?" Agustin responded to Jail first, in his best cholo impression. Which was, of course, for someone who grew up around such people and already had a talent for accents; it was pretty damn impressive. Like, even the fucking mannerisms, eh. Intonation, that nod of the head like they're looking down at you from under the headrag with a scowl. Agu had it down perfect. Then he let out a chuckle, delighted to fuck with the poor Anglo. Clearly, Agustin was only messing around again. Jail just made it easy for some reason, at least at first... A polite nod and wave to Jeremy, then it was time to answer Clarice's confusing question... Agustin looked down at the other Malkavian, with her finger pointed at his chest... The fact he'd never had a boombox himself, even with one in plain view, meant his mind went to the less obvious assumption first. Was she talking about bra size? As a man, he wanted to say A cup, but... He wasn't even flat-chested for a man and he knew it wasn't just the tit-flesh that went into a size. "Uh- B, I guess." He answered, keeping it simple. To avoid even more confusion, for once, and inevitable embarrassment. Did she just say something about Gypsies..? The fuck? Fuckin' Malkavians, or just Kindred in general really, and their weird hangups... |
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| Dove | Friday, 13. June 2014, 15:45 Post #10 |
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Tramp
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Already a little rattled to be in a park in the first place, Dove's reaction to the unseen approach of something in the dark had him backing away from the noise, giving serious consideration to the option of turning and running away as fast as he could. There were werewolves in parks, and nobody but Jhael could possibly know that each time he went to sleep in the dark it was to the gentle lulling swirl of purple butterflies overhead. Nobody at all knew that he would still wake up sometimes, mercifully torn from the nightmare of police tape and lift shafts, covered in sweat and trembling. He was a fucking adult, and fucking adults weren't scared of the dark. He'd usually cry afterwards, a ridiculous mix of fear and self-loathing over what happened messing with him until he could sleep again. 'Kenny' had left him there, cold and alone - his own reflection had walked away. Digging into that made him feel a bit crazy. "Uh, we..." God fucking dammit! Mr. Agustin, looking so very pleased with himself. Dove tried to look like he hadn't nearly soiled himself. The arrival of Mr. Starling helped - that was three vampires knocking about. Three that, to Dove's reckoning, had no reason to not be on his side if shit met fan. Jeremy got a hand raise and a smile, Dove not wanting to interrupt Ms. Harris as she went on to explain the agenda for the evening. Are we thugs or gypsies? Dove had to smirk as he looked at Jhael who wouldn't ever get mistaken for either. The younger ghoul, PA to one Ms. Leo Mancini might yet end up playing the roles of skinhead thug and suspicious gypsy. Hang on, what? "I can't hit a girl!" He blurted it out then cringed. A brief thought of all the ways that one comment could come back to bite him in the ass. |
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| Jhael | Sunday, 15. June 2014, 03:03 Post #11 |
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Prince Blucher's Dinner (still not quite house trained)
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When Mr. Starling strolled up, Jhael straightened his shoulders and arms to his sides before bowing his head. "Mr. Starling, sir," he murmured before the Mexican's act knocked the formal stick out of his ass. White boy fell for it. His eyes grew and he swallowed, taking a step back when- Fucker laughs in his face! "...hrmph." The ghoul stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets and narrowed his eyes at the Malkavian. Not terribly pissed, he wanted to get feisty tonight."Top of the list, Garcia," he threatened with a hint of pink across his cheeks. Top of the punching list! Jhael was quietly psyching himself up when Dove announced some embarrassing things about himself. "Are you kidding?" he turned to his Butterfly with an incredulous look on his face. "What if she hit you? Or, how about... what if she kicked your nuts? You're gonna take it because she has a vagina?" |
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| Dove | Sunday, 15. June 2014, 09:43 Post #12 |
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Tramp
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"Not like, you know. Not that specific reason." Was he really standing in a park at night having a conversation about vaginas? "...And we weren't talking about her hitting me!" Dove looked from Jhael to Ms. Harris and back again, arms raised up and bent at the elbow so that he could rub at the back of his head with both hands. If he had hair, he'd be pulling it. This was all very uncomfortable, Dove looked like he might bolt any second as he fidgety-stepped backwards and forwards. "It's not right!" Though there had been times when he would glady have punched one or both of his sisters, the reality of where that would lead had kept him in check. |
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| Jeremy Starling | Sunday, 15. June 2014, 11:26 Post #13 |
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Seneschal of London
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"That´s fully understandable, Dove. I am much the same in this matter. I would find it hard to get violent towards a woman, too. It helped a lot that it wasn´t Clarice but Chris I was fighting against, and that Chris looked like a man." Probably they now didn´t understand what the hell he was talking about - if they weren´t aware that Ms. Harris was two persons. "So surely it would help if you look like a man again...at least then when you are supposed to be kicked", Jeremy said to the teacher who looked female right now. |
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| Dove | Sunday, 15. June 2014, 12:06 Post #14 |
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Tramp
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"Aaaah, see. See?" Glad for an ally, Dove took a tiny step towards Mr. Starling, who surely counted as two allies anyway since he was the the most proper and posh of all of them. Mr. Starling showed up to this wearing a suit, if that didn't point out he was a real gentleman then Dove didn't know what could. Then it all got a bit... Weird. Chris, who the hell was Chris? Were they expecting another? Dove stopped fidgeting long enough to stuff his hands into his pockets. "I've just never hit a girl. Never really hit anyone. Could think of a few people I'd like to smack." A gentle crack sounded in the far distance, could that be Ms. Leo face-palming hard from miles away? The idea made Dove smile again. |
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| Clarice Harris | Sunday, 15. June 2014, 14:43 Post #15 |
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Sexually abused by a Jew
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Clarice was pursing her lips, doing everything not to laugh. Dove was reminding her of mortal life, back when she was protected by her gang and no men besides some punks would dare to raise fists against her. Nonetheless, it was like... 25 or 26 years ago. And now Chris was there, silently watching so far -Oh boy, a lawful nigger? -But man, he deserves to be white -But he's sti- Wait a second, I'll...convince him. To fight Meanwhile the tape started playing for real. Clarice glanced at Jhael with small smile -Good one -Now just don't try to mess it up... Chris took initiative and bounced off the ground, leaping high enough to make up for fairly short body. The aim was to headbutt Dove's forehead. No serious injuries, as he could still bleed and all. Wheter it would be hit or miss, another step in this plan was to show him a male face, at least for short moment |
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| Cid | Sunday, 15. June 2014, 15:28 Post #16 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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"Equality, my friends!" Agustin proclaimed, seemingly all too keen on the idea at hand. "Women aren't damsels in distress, Dove. If they wanna throw down the gauntlet, than it's simple respect to give 'em what they want. Hit her. Respect her with your fists!" He turned to the general direction of Dove and Clarice as the music started up... 'Err- what is this? Neo-nazi punk rock..?' The bigger Lunatic could just about see the 'nigger' in her eyes... Ugh. This oughta be fun, either way. And so he turned back toward Jhael with a grin that didn't look like it'd ever go away. "I watched Fight Club last night. Ever seen it, pretty boy..?" He said oh-so-menacingly as he cracked his knuckles. Prolly still messin' around... |
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| Dove | Sunday, 15. June 2014, 16:08 Post #17 |
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One second she was fiddling with the tapes, the next she was in his face. Literally in his face. Any further objection Dove was about to give died in his throat as Ms. Harris snapped her head forward and Dove instinctively tried to pull back and away. The strike aimed for his forehead still connected, but with his meager, mortal attempt to avoid the move he only managed to change the intended target for the outer edge of his left cheekbone, just below his eye. Dove staggered back, rushing to get his feet back under him properly before pulling up and glaring at the vampire who attacked him. She head butted him. She headbutted him in the fucking face! It took a lot of willpower not to touch his cheek, check if he was bleeding. He would not look like a total pussy. Clenching his hands into fists, Dove stood his ground. "Point. Made." He wasn't a kid any more, he wasn't going to be the easy target. Problem was, he wasn't a fighter either. First move had been made and Dove had fluffed it. Second move, he was ready and waiting for. Edited by Dove, Sunday, 15. June 2014, 16:09.
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| Jhael | Tuesday, 17. June 2014, 17:14 Post #18 |
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Prince Blucher's Dinner (still not quite house trained)
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"Of course, I've seen it." Who hasn't? Jhael didn't grow up in a mud hut. Or the bottom of the ocean. People in mud huts have probably seen Fight Club by now. He shrugged his hoodie off and threw it to the ground when skinhead jangle erupted from the boombox and rolled his shoulders to stretch. Muscle definition was hard to make out on such pasty skin, but he lifted at the gym enough for something to show when he curled his arm. "DUDE, MOVE!" The Malkavian sprung at Dove and shit! He didn't move at all. Just stood there and took it. Jhael grimaced in sympathetic pain at the smack of colliding heads and shook his head. One of the top competitors in his high school fencing team had a vagina. She made him look foolish. She made him throw his shit down in silent rage. She eventually had to drop and switch to football due to some anger management problems, but not before he got over that shit and was able to spar with her equal. Just an opponent. Jhael narrowed his eyes, bristled at the pretty boy taunt, but he should greet the hostess proper first. This is what he came for. To be able to hit them back. After some deep breaths and a final stretch, he shifted to a fighting stance and gave a sharp whistle for the heads up, then lunged to close distance. Hands balled to fists, he raised one to protect his face while the other swung for Vampire chin. |
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| Clarice Harris | Tuesday, 17. June 2014, 17:46 Post #19 |
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Sexually abused by a Jew
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Fight club? That movie about soap and Bellatrix Lestrange? The landing didn't deserve score of 10, no telemark, no stability, no faceplant. Clarice improvised instead, trying to turn it into dance that would somewhat fit the background music. Since her athletic skills weren't that great, it didn't go as smoothly as she expected. She wasn't worried about the backlash, the whistle only made her look aside. Jhael's fist made her teeth gnash I still have all my teeth! She couldn't not smile, fighting two upset ghouls was pure fun. She tried to grapple both of them, still paying more attention to Dove. Her guard was next to non-existant |
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| Cid | Tuesday, 17. June 2014, 20:28 Post #20 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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This Malkavian was no professional in any regard. He didn't have any actual training in fighting, running, jumping, or fuck all. What he did have was a bit of talent and some occasional experience. Which was probably more than most people had. But these weren't most people. These were two other Kindred and two Ghouls. Any one of 'em could have a Discipline advantage on Agustin that easily outmatched his slight size/reach advantage. But that wouldn't keep him from trying! As it seemed the Kine were ganging up on Clarice... Two guys, one Kook. Agustin smiled, let out a brief chuckle, and then turned to Jeremy. "I guess that leaves you and me, eh?" Best not to ask too many questions, so he closed in on the Venture. Not looking to fight just yet, he'd prefer a defense to begin with. Practice! Agustin held his hands out to his side, no need to protect his face. Vampire teeth grew back, after all! Vampires also can't really get knocked out from a blow to the head, so with only the slightest thought... The male Malkavian's stance was cocky, or foolishly amateur, to most eyes. Kindred eyes might see different. Might. "Wanna play..?" He then asked Jeremy with a toothy grin... |
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