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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 (4,023 Views) | |
| Leo Fleming | Tuesday, 5. August 2014, 23:54 Post #61 |
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Invisible & Silent
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A faint sigh Yes, accidentally... I wanted just a little silence, but... well, then I tried to figure out, what the hell they are doing, but I didn't find out. I tend from complete slapstick to some strange kind of sparring... Ah, a Malkavian, okay then, they shared this skill to hide from everyone with the Nossis as far as he knew. Not that it made it really better, but it was at least a reason, why the guy came so close, completely unseen and unheard for Leo. But anyway, if John was Sabbat, Leo would be ashes by now. Did he know any other Malkavians in London? Oh, of course... Sheriff Marlow. So far, I only met Sheriff Marlow of your kin... I'm still rather new to London. Do you know any of these? Leo pointed to the group with his chin, his dark eyes laying on John. Edited by Leo Fleming, Tuesday, 5. August 2014, 23:54.
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| Marthereau | Wednesday, 6. August 2014, 00:12 Post #62 |
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Death of the party
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"I see, well, better these guys than some lupines, wouldn't you agree ? It looks like sparring to me, although its not really a reglemented training more like an exercise to see what people are capable of." He looked over to the sparring figures and started pointing at them as he went about them. "That one is the Ventrue Whip, Jeremy Starling. That one over there" He pointed at Clarice. "Is also a Malkavian, I don't recall her name at the moment." His finger went over to Dove. "I think I have seen him somewhere, but Im not sure where." Next one after that. "Mathias Agustin, another Malkavian." He scratched his scruffy chin thoughtfully. "You haven't gotten around much yet, then ?" |
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| Leo Fleming | Wednesday, 6. August 2014, 00:29 Post #63 |
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Invisible & Silent
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Yeah, better than wolves at all... Leo muttered and then listened, as John pointed at them. Starling? The Gangrel squinted his eyes, of course, the long hair. And another two Malkavians, geesh, he didn't know, there were so many of them. Guess the smaller one there is a ghoul too and Starling is Primogen, not Whip Whatever Whip might be... Since he hadn't spent so much time settled, he wasn't so firm with all these ranks. I was at the Muse some times, but usually it was almost empty. Looks to me, like the Kindred of London are mostly hiding somewhere... hard to find, though. Wasn't that new, Gangrel were not to most social kind of Kindred and also the other Clans didn't particularly seek for their company, except they needed them to bleed for the Camarilla. Wasn't a great change to everywhere else. Edited by Leo Fleming, Wednesday, 6. August 2014, 06:04.
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| Jeremy Starling | Wednesday, 6. August 2014, 09:41 Post #64 |
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Seneschal of London
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This was annoying...highly annoying - that Agustin called him Jerry. Only his twin brother John had the right to call him Jerry. John had called him Jerry to tease him, and Jeremy had hated it, but now it felt as if that Malkavian was befouling the memory of John, whom Jeremy had hated but also loved. Otherwise Jeremy simply would have ignored the whole comment, but having been called Jerry hit him more than any physical blow could. Being reminded of John, being reminded that he was dead and gone forever - that hurt. And Jeremy was fuelled with new rage. Even the hard blow in his back from Jhael didn´t concern the Ventrue much, it hurt a bit, and he stumbled forward, but otherwise simply ignored it and focused his attention on the Malkavian again. Jeremy used some blood to boost his strength a bit. And then he tried to ram Agustin hard, so that he hopefully fell to the ground. But he didn´t. That was...infuriating. Ramming |
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| Clarice Harris | Tuesday, 26. August 2014, 21:38 Post #65 |
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Sexually abused by a Jew
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What happened right now was so incredibly funny she just released Dove without doing any harm. The impetus and sudden shift of balance made her dive forward and land on her belly, but she didn't even mind. The grass below her probably would, if it only had a mind... She was just laughing at fantastic performance of the pale boy. That's what she wanted to achieve, set him free from the chains of vampiric masters and let him unload all the anger and bitterness. And, what a coincidence, it was also good for Jeremy Jeremy! Dude! This is going to be...very beneficial To increase the realism of the situation, she should join the mass attack on Jeremy, simulate the assault of a bigger, loosely coordinated group. She wasn't bothering with pickpocketing, if people have something with them, it means they're making use of it. But she also knew that the group's primary purpose is distraction, and then one sneaky bastard goes after the pockets, purse, backpack... Simulating theft and seeing if he will notice at all, not to mention his potential reactions, that sounded like fun. And so she got up from the ground and went to inspect his suit. Stupid kine often carry their wallets in the back pocket of their trousers... |
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| Jeremy Starling | Monday, 1. September 2014, 23:31 Post #66 |
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Seneschal of London
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There was nothing in Jeremy´s back pockets, he didn´t like to have anything in there, least of all a bulky wallet. But he whirled around to look who was touching him. Where they now all focusing on him? Whom should he focus on when they came from all directions? It was really quite difficult if there were several people. But of course that might happen in real life, too. He shouldn´t rely on it that he would have to deal with just one person. What was the best thing to do when he was pestered by several people? Probably simply fleeing. So Jeremy suddenly started running away as fast as he could. |
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| Marthereau | Tuesday, 2. September 2014, 00:28 Post #67 |
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Death of the party
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"You could say so, yes." Jean listened to Leo's explanation. So Starling was Primogen now... It sounded like a not too bad reward for his services up to now. He looked over to the exercising people who now seemed to gang up on the person who he had just found out was a Primogen by now and witnessed Clarice getting handsy and Jeremy turning to flee. "Or perhaps you entered the place outside the rush hours. But its true, some are harder to find than others. Some on purpose, some not. Are you among the former or the latter ?" |
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| Leo Fleming | Tuesday, 2. September 2014, 03:19 Post #68 |
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Invisible & Silent
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For a moment Leo contemplated about John's words, then nodded slowly, still watching the group. You're right, my timing might have been bad, I'm not the socializing superhero... A faint and rather mirthless grin flickered on his dark features, that was no exaggeration , mostly he felt like a complete fail in socializing. His eyes squinted, when he noticed the gang up overthere, observing in what direction Starling might run. Looks like he understood something at least... sometimes running was better, than dieing. Okay, here he wouldn't die, but in a real fight... mostly one of two options. I think, I'm not so hard to find, if you look at the right places... You found me at least. Another faint grin, shifting a little to keep the group in sight. But I guess usually I'm quite fine, if not found, how about you? |
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| Marthereau | Wednesday, 3. September 2014, 00:48 Post #69 |
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Death of the party
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"You would be surprised how many are not." Indeed the young people nowadays seemed to grow more and more distanced from what was seen as admissable behaviour. London had surely taken its own unconventional way on some developments, but he wouldn't blame them, society would do that on its own already. "That was mostly luck or coincidence. Myself, I'm a solitary person. I like to restrict the amount of people that are able to find me, let alone contact me. It saves an incredible amount of stress and time. I would tell you to try it yourself, but I think you would do better as a non-hermit." |
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| Dove | Wednesday, 3. September 2014, 22:07 Post #70 |
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Tramp
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A second before he couldn't take it any more, so close to needing to let go or have something pulled in a way that the human body was never designed to be pulled, it stopped. Dove's captured leg dropped heavily to the floor and he quickly rolled over onto his back, expecting a further attack. Nothing. Ahead of him, Ms. Harris stumbled a little as she shouted to, or possibly at Mr. Starling. Quick to seize on this lucky break, Dove scrambled to his feet to find his tracksuit bottoms had hit mid thigh during the drag. No matter. Not sure what to expect for the night, Dove had taken the precaution of slipping on some Lycra shorts beneath the tracksuit in case it got too warm. For once, he was almost perfectly presented. Almost. His front was an abstract mess of grass stains and grubby smears where he'd been dragged over the ground, and his ribs hurt where the root that had stopped his progress had scraped over them. Ow. Ah, but they seemed to be well into it now. Sitting back down on the grass, Dove flopped backwards to lie on his back and look up at the sky. They wouldn't attack him like that, that would be mean. He was out of the fight for now, and he supposed he'd learned something from the experience, even if that something was to not be afraid to smack a girl. "Hnnn." Grimacing, he rubbed his sore front. Nothing more than a graze or bruising at best, certainly nothing to be worried about. With Dove's healing ability the only casualty of the night would be his tracksuit. Those grass stains would never come out. Feeling somewhat cheered by a short rest, Dove bent his arm back and rested his head on it to watch the fight. It looked very much like Mr. Starling was about to get mullered. |
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| Jhael | Friday, 5. September 2014, 18:34 Post #71 |
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Prince Blucher's Dinner (still not quite house trained)
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A hard SLAM at his right put a speed bump on his victory lap and Jhael fell back clutching his shoulder. That was probably meant for his face and good thing Agustin hadn't been prepared or half of Team Human would be out on his back with the stars. Panting with sweat pouring down his tense face, he narrowed his eyes in preparation to unleash REVENGE on the Mexican for taking his right hand punch out of commission when he spied Clarice moving in behind Mr. Starling and then the Ventrue shot off like a brave Sir Robin. "I GOT THIS!" he called out as he pushed off his feet, vitae coursing through his system as he sped over the grass with a single target in his line of sight: Jeremy's fleeing back. He was closing distance quickly, so quickly he couldn't help but grin with sheer joy at this awesome trick that Caston taught him. Almost got him! "NO ESCA-ARGH!" Something hard and soft caught on his foot and he went flying to land on that bruised shoulder in a rolling tumble and no fucking idea how that happened. "FACK!" He shouted at the moon while splayed on his back on the grass. Mr. Starling will make his escape, but what the hell did he trip on? Gritting his teeth at the pain in his right arm, he pushed up on his left elbow to squint in the direction he tripped from. "Dove? What the fuck are you doing there!?" |
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| Dove | Sunday, 14. September 2014, 19:01 Post #72 |
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Tramp
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How can he do that, how can he move that fast? Watching Jhael was difficult, Dove's eyes not able to cope with what shouldn't be happening. It didn't take a genius to work it out - what Jhael was doing had to have come from the same source that gave them both unnatural strength and the ability to heal. Where Dove had so far floundered through his lessons, however, Jhael seemed to have taken on the role of Grade A student. Albeit one that wasn't looking where he was going. "Vuuf!" Jhael's toe stubbed firmly into his hip, felling the speedy ghoul instantly. It only jolted Dove, but brought Jhael crashing down so hard that he rolled from the impact. Shit! Sitting up, Dove was glad it had been his hip to take the brunt of the collision, had it been his ribs or his head, it would have hurt like a bitch. "I was... Being tactical! Allowing my opponents to wear themselves out before, you know... Throwing themselves at my feet." The smile was brief, had Jhael hurt himself when he fell? Looks kinda wincey. "Shit, you OK? You went down hard. How can you even do that anyway?" |
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