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| Topic Started: Friday, 25. July 2014, 19:08 (4,123 Views) | |
| Obstacles | Friday, 25. July 2014, 19:08 Post #1 |
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Strange things have been going on in the Hither Green Cemetery in the Garden of Remembrance. South East London has been growing unquiet of late. Pets have been disappearing, as have homeless people. Officials have no explanation as to why. No bodies have been found and there has been no upsurge of crime reported to the police. But there has been a surge in Urban Legends in the area. There are those who claim that the shadows of Hither Green Cemetery move at night. The Whovian slogan “count the shadows” has recently been spray painted across one of the external walls. Several old residents refer to a time during the Second World War; they claimed that those who hid within the cemetery during the blitz were never seen again. They called it “the bombing cloud” and said that when the city went dark for fear of the bombs, anyone in the park would never be seen again. Now those oldsters claim that the Bombing Cloud has returned, perhaps awoken by the recent terrorist activities in the city. But the old folks in the local neighborhood have begun to refuse to leave their homes at night. Claiming the bombing cloud occurs only on the darkest nights, and that during the blitz bodies were found drained of blood, their hearts, lungs and organs eaten away by some horrible thing. Police have so far refused to investigate because there have been no official missing persons reported. They consider it mere local superstition. |
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| Franca | Wednesday, 6. August 2014, 18:28 Post #61 |
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So. There were no more dogs to attack them, but was it really over? "Are you okay?" she asked to her mates, while looking around to see if anything else was appearing. The whole thing didn't seem quite right to her. The dogs did explain the attacks, but not the fact no corpse had been found. And by the way, at very least they had to make the dogs' bodies disappear... You don't really fix a Masquerade breach by causing a bigger one. The rain, at least, would wash away the blood. |
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| Max Keller | Wednesday, 6. August 2014, 19:38 Post #62 |
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Max cursed when he was bitten again, and a bit more blood to drink would have been good, but he was glad that he had been able to kill the beast. He looked around. The tough Bull Mastiff had been killed by now, too, luckily. Max used some more blood to heal his wounds. "I´m alright", Max replied. But what about the Malkavian? "Those beasts where ghouls, so someone must have made them ghouls. I wonder if that someone is here on the graveyard and who it is." And there might be more of such beasts somewhere...hopefully not. But there might be more nasty surprises here. |
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| Clarice Harris | Wednesday, 6. August 2014, 20:33 Post #63 |
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After a while she finally found her dagger, stained with blood. She smelled it and winced, there were other species that offered relatively neutral flavors. Sighing she took her ruined raincoat off and cut a piece of foil from it. It would make for provisional sheath, until she finally cleans every little spot of dirt from the precious antique Yeah, seems so Clarice stretched her freshly healed arm, now noticing the shoulder strap of her top was torn to bloody pieces Fucking new shirt... Unbelievable... The four giant corpses looked miserable now, if she was only more humane, a lot more humane, it would even touch her. For now the source of ghoul animals was bothering her mind. It was quite unlikely that some Gangrel would dwell inside the city and keep a herd of bloodthirsty dogs. The weird stench of the beats' skin and blood was hinting at the Nosferatu, but who knows? |
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| Margo Moreau | Wednesday, 6. August 2014, 20:48 Post #64 |
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The bites from the Mastiff in its dying flails took only small, though painful, bites out of the Toreador. Margo picked herself up off the ground and took off her muddy overcoat, tossing it over a gravestone. Under it is her slender little body covered with the commando sweater, cargo pants and combat boots. "Finally" Margo muttered. She used the vile blood she just drank to heal some of the wounds that had been dug out of her flesh. "Those were fucking nasty. Glad we're all standing." She looked over the hulking bodies "We'll have to burn these or something before we leave I guess." Margo looked forlornly over towards the chapel. It seemed... what was next. |
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| Obstacles | Wednesday, 6. August 2014, 21:04 Post #65 |
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The night seemed still and quiet. The dogs lay dead and the rain picked up in speed, rumbling as thunder began to boom again. The Chapel loomed over the area like a moss wrapped lump in the center of the Remembrance Garden. The rain began to fall harder now, rumbling and booming and falling in a cold drenching downpour. The storm had finally fully broken and now it roared down upon them like the dogs they had just battled. It would seem Margo was right, the Chapel awaited. |
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| Franca | Wednesday, 6. August 2014, 21:48 Post #66 |
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Well, burning anything in that weather was easier said than done, maybe it would've been better to carry them away and hide them in a landfill or something... Not the most pressing concern, though. "I think we can dispose of the corpses later. I doubt anyone would come and check the graveyard tonight and, if they do, we'll have worse concerns than these dead puppies". Indeed, she really, really hoped no misguided hobo, or emo kid with no sense of danger, came that night for a nice walk in the graveyard. Then she replied to Max: "There might be or not their domitor but surely there is some kind of intelligent creature, who uses them or at least covers their acts..." They could have expected a vampire, most likely, and she was about to ask if they all had their stakes... Then she realized some of her companions might have been in a worse shape than she was. "We should go to the chapel, most likely, to find out, but are we all ready for another fight?" |
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| Clarice Harris | Thursday, 7. August 2014, 13:55 Post #67 |
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First thought that came to her mind was dumping the corpses in old graves. That would solve the problem until someone accidentally decides to exhume corpses that lie in those few graves they happened to choose. But it wouldn't really be much of their problem then... Their blood stinks almost like Nosferatu. It's really weird... The silent words thrown into the aether accompanied her effort to get her ass up from the squatting position. She was ready to go, and she sure would if not Franca's question. Mr. Keller was still healing his legs, Margo didn't look quite as pretty as usual... For a moment she wondered if it's worth close her wounds completely, but for now it seemed to be a waste of precious blood. Who knows what trouble they'll find in the chapel |
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| Max Keller | Thursday, 7. August 2014, 15:40 Post #68 |
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When Clarice mentioned Nosferatu blood he had a sniff...ah yes, that blood didn´t only taste foul, it stank as well. His Trenchcoat was ruined, but Max kept it on for now. It was torn and there was that horrible blood on it. For once Max was glad about the rain, it washed off the blood from his coat to a great extent. Ready for another fight? Just about, his wounds were about to heal. But Max didn´t hope for another fight. There wasn´t an endless amount of blood in his body. "Yes, let´s go into the chapel. Not much point standing here in the rain." Of course they would have to get rid of those corpses, but that wasn´t urgent right now. It was unlikely that anybody would sneak into this graveyard in such a weather. |
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| Margo Moreau | Friday, 8. August 2014, 01:28 Post #69 |
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Margo nodded her head in agreement then looked up at the sky as it opened up on them. "Yeah... there might be a vampire-eating monster in there, but its probably dry" she said wryly. She sheathed her blade and looked over her remaining injuries. Shoulder... side of chest... ruined sweater... she had just broken it in too. Dammit. Margo fell in with the others and started humming goin' to the chapel and we're going to get married... to herself. |
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| Obstacles | Friday, 8. August 2014, 01:34 Post #70 |
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The Chapel awaited them. It would take a certain extra strength to force it's old doors open. They'd been boarded shut at some point but someone had pried them inexpertly open and created a gap that could be squeezed through. The ceiling leaked, though far less than the deluge currently pouring from the sky outside. The water dripped echoingly as it hit the floor and the thunder was muted. In many places the stained glass was broken and water and wind came in on occasional gusts. The pews had been removed leaving a long open stretch up to the alter which was bare of decoration and anything but old gray stone. Something had scratched the floor, could well have been the claws of the huge dogs squeezing in and out through the gap in the doorway. The scuff marks on the floor led over to the altar and behind it to a rectory room and an old iron spiral staircase that descended down into the Church's basement. Just waiting for the vampires to come in and search to find what else might wait for them in the darkness. For the church was a pitch black and gloomy place that only showed anything when the lightning flashed. Beyond the realm of their torches there was no light to speak of, only blackness. Waiting and watching them. |
| Your shit is going to break. Face it and move on. #778899 | |
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| Max Keller | Friday, 8. August 2014, 21:56 Post #71 |
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But first Max took his pocked lamp out and had a look for a branch of suitable size. he found one that was laying on the ground, broke it to appropriate size and took it with him into the chapel. He was the first to approach the doors. With a bit of force he made the gap between the doors a bit bigger and went through. He used his dagger to sharpen one end of the piece of branch, so that it could be used as a stake, if needed. He had made lots of stakes out of brances over the decades, so it didn´t take long. During that time the other kindred might already have a closer look around inside the chapel. Max put his big dagger back into its holster and tucked the self-made stake under his belt. |
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| Franca | Saturday, 9. August 2014, 13:53 Post #72 |
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So Max hadn't his own stake? Well, he'd made himself one now... Meanwhile, Franca checked that the one in her sleeve was readily available and walked in to explore the chapel. She proceeded carefully keeping her back to the wall and a hand on the handle of her dagger - she didn't hope to stake a vampire at the best of his strength, nor she would have tried to save his blood for a snack... Her goal was to reach the rectory room - if there was nobody in the chapel, they might have been hiding there - however she would keep an eye on potential hideouts in the first area as well. |
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| Margo Moreau | Sunday, 10. August 2014, 06:23 Post #73 |
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Once inside the chapel, Margo said "Well, either there is another way into this place, or our bad guy has a way to fit easily though that gap." ...or this is just the doghouse... Margo crouched down and took a closer look at the edges of the gap in the door, seeing what might be derived from whatever may have scraped against it moving through. [Auspex: Heightened Senses] She then stood and looked around the dim room, noting Franca as she moved along the wall. She looked carefully, up and down and all around, she listened carefully and then she took a deep scent of the air... reaching out with all her Auspex fueled perception. Then, at the last, she braced herself against the back wall next to the door and shifted her senses beyond the veil... what horrors haunted inside here... |
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| Clarice Harris | Sunday, 10. August 2014, 12:40 Post #74 |
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Before going inside, she wanted to give her team a small warning. Outside, so it doesn't echo inside the building. She didn't even realize how alarming her words might sound in such situation If anything goes wrong I might...disappear for a while. The bad guy can do that too. Well, probably Clarice's tiny posture had no problems fitting through the hole, she passed soundlessly without touching the edges. The sound of water dripping from her clothes and hair was upsetting her and it would stay that way for a while, even if similar sounds were coming from all over the place and she could probably cloak herself successfully. This time she couldn't use her flashlight, she had to follow her teammates' lights. Just in case, she had her dagger and hammer readied |
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| Obstacles | Sunday, 10. August 2014, 12:59 Post #75 |
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The close examination of the boards and the chapel showed ivy growing up the sides of the building, including on the inside. Details were hard to see as the only light came from the flashlights of the vampires, so each area had to be gone over with a flashlight before it could be examined. The scuffs on the floor definitely appeared to be claw marks and the kind of old scuff marks that are made when shoes are dragged heavily across a hard surface. The place smells of mold, wet and stone... and very faintly of old blood and foul body fluids. The chapel itself seems empty but for dripping water. Until that is, Margo opened her second sight. The first thing she'd become aware of was standing inside a maelstrom of mindless screaming and shrieking. The dead were all around her, clawing at themselves and their torn bodies. Their ribs gaped open and their organs had been scooped out, the flesh of their shoulders, biceps and thighs gnawed away leaving them half devoured. Blank eyes stared with horror as they scratched scraps of ectoplasm off their own bodies and seemed to try and eat them, as though they were trying to rebuild themselves by eating the torn scraps. But on and on they screamed, mindless and horrified, beings who seemed to exist in perpetual agony and who knew nothing but pain. They slowly started shambling towards the vampires, screaming and holding out their hands their mouths making gnawing motions and their fingers hooking as though the intangible beings wanted to devour them. But the ghosts could not seem to make contact. Over and over they passed through the vampires, trying to bite them, trying to tear them. The temperature in the Chapel was shockingly cold as the hungry dead screamed, wailed and tried without success to devour the vampires that had come for them. In the end, the spiral staircase seemed the only place to go to continue the investigation. |
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| Franca | Monday, 11. August 2014, 18:22 Post #76 |
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Right... if they were Nossies they could disappear, too. "But I guess some of you can see them right?" Franca asked, as she proceeded towards the back of the chapel and the stairs, intentioned to explore the rectory room, the basement, or whatever was there... Despite her flashlight and all the best of her attention she really couldn't see much, so she hoped some of her mates could follow and help with that. |
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| Margo Moreau | Thursday, 14. August 2014, 05:38 Post #77 |
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Margo clenched her eyes shut and turned around to face the wall. "Dammit, dammit dammit." Margo said under her breath. She shuddered and tried to pull her senses back to the quick. "This place is... full of some angry, horrid, hungry looking ghosts... but none seem intelligent enough to talk too. Just... no." Margo distantly heard what Franca said, about obfuscated opponents. "I might be able to. I'll keep my Auspex's eyes on." The little Rose crept up next to Franca |
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| Max Keller | Thursday, 14. August 2014, 13:14 Post #78 |
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Max was glad that he couldn´t see those crazy ghosts. But he didn´t like the thought that there might be an "invisible" Nosferatu sneaking around here. It was very useful to be able to "vanish" from other people´s view, Max wished he could do that, too. Then he could explore places without being seen, at least not by mortals. Max went forward a bit quicker than Franca and Margo and used his flashlight to see where he was going. He passed the altar and went into the rectory room. There he saw an old iron spiral staircase that led into the basement. "If we want to find out more we´ll have to go down there, I guess." For sure it wasn´t inviting to go down there, but Max didn´t mind. He started going downstairs, no matter if anybody followed him or not. |
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| Clarice Harris | Thursday, 14. August 2014, 13:59 Post #79 |
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Clarice was never very skilled with her perception-enchanting powers, using mostly those that could turn useful in such profession as burglar. Luckily Margo declared herself the eyes of the group I'll keep my ears sharp, one does not simply walk soundless steps in such a place Chilling coldness was piercing her body, seemingly from all directions at once. Really race occurrence, but she was quite certain she sensed something similar before. So this is what ghost touch feels like. It made her wonder how could she see these ghosts, if it was lying among masterful Auspex powers, or maybe it was a special link to the afterworld. No matter what kind of ability it was, Margo wouldn't be able to teach her right now anyway She made her way down the stairwell, with slow, careful moves as the steps could crumble any time. She hoped the heavier teammates would go one by one, avoiding putting too much weight into this poor, old column of stairs. Once she'd find herself on bottom level, she would inspect any door within her reach |
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| Obstacles | Thursday, 14. August 2014, 14:11 Post #80 |
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The spiral staircase in the back led into an old antechamber with a few dusty crypts. The dust was disturbed all over with rusty brown drips and small molding areas on the floor that could well be chunks of flesh which had fallen. Claw and paw marks were all over the area. There were three exits, one to the left, one to the right and one straight ahead. The paw marks didn't go down any of the tunnels and there were ragged blood soaked piles of clothing in one corner covered in dog hair and gnawed bones that seemed too indicate that THIS chamber was the lair of the huge canines. The sound of the thunder was muted and gone here in the antechamber and the only light came from their various flashlights and lanterns. The floor of all three tunnels seemed to show drag marks, making it impossible to tell which one was used most frequently. The walls of all the tunnels were lined with shelved alcoves holding old wooden coffins, or in some cases simply piled bones and a few scraps of rotted wood. |
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