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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.

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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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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
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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



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Baron

Khoza

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

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[ARCHIVED] - Shifting Shadows [Enrolled Characters only]
Topic Started: Friday, 25. July 2014, 19:08 (4,118 Views)
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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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Clarice Harris
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Clarice made a gesture inviting the group closer and then shed some light on the torpid Nosferatu, specifically the chest

Stake him, Mr. Henderson needs to see this

She dug through the piles of clothes, looking for anything that could be used to wrap the husk up and transport it in fairly masquerade-friendly way. Any bill falling into her hands would go straight into her bag. Jewelry could come useful too, handy small baubles that can be sold on a rainy day. Nobody will miss these anyway, so...why not? The military equipment was not to her liking, UK armed forced, one of the greatest enemies of the Reich. Stay and keep rotting here

Having some rags of decent size, she approached the Nosferatu again, ready to coat the body with moldy pieces of fabric
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Margo Moreau
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Margo grimaced at the mention of staking the poor wretch "There is nothing in his aura but pain... he is likely totally insane. Are you sure you want to bring him to Henderson? Can't we just put him out of his misery?"

The little Rose would defer to the majority of course. But she felt a deep pity for the kindred on the wall.

While waiting on the Brujah, Margo also looked through the stuff in the room, looking for clues, anything that might identify any of the victims... "You think that the insane Nosferatu we just ended down there was this Joe Washman?" Margo looked at his ID to see if there was any resemblance at all.
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Franca
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Franca crawled out of the tunnel just in time to hear what Margo was saying. To put him out of his misery? Margo had a better understanding of his suffering, but still, there would always have been time for that.

"I-I can't read his soul as you do, Margo... Are you sure nothing of -him- could be rescued?"

She looked at the poor thing on the wall. As much a pitiable sight as one could imagine, but in the case of Nossies appearance didn't tell much of their actual state.

"We can take him out of here by now - he might be someone the Nosferatu had been looking for. Henderson might want to hear from him, too, if he's able to tell something of course. Then, if indeed he's gone totally insane, there will always be time to - put him out of his misery".

There would have been a lot to say on the issue - how much misery would you endure and still want to survive? Hadn't they all crossed that threshold at some point, just to keep on going in denial? Was there a clear line, where mercy stopped being mercy and turned into cruelty? Yet another point where both faded into indifference? Once more, she couldn't help but find all this more unsettling than fighting yet another crazed creature.

"I'd say to take him with us. He seems torpid but I'll be ready to stake him if needed" she added, cringing inside at the thought of her own recent experience with stakes...

Then she took a look at the objects. Joe Washman? She couldn't see no resemblance, honestly. "That could have been him, but it's hard to tell". She shrugged. He could have been anybody, for what he had become. Now, talking about putting someone out of his misery...
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Max Keller
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Max was the last one to drag himself up that tunnel. Even with a missing leg that wasn´t much of a difficult task, luckily. Finally he was also in the room where the others were. He saw the tortured Nosferatu who was nailed to the wall and heard what Franca said about him.

"I agree, we should best take this wretch to Mr. Henderson. It´s his clansmate, so it should be up to the Nosferatu Primogen to decide what to do with him...as well as with the crazy Nosferatu who attacked us."

Who was still down there. Max for sure wasn´t going to dive into the muck to retrieve the shriveled up body of that madman. Henderson might as well send some Nosferatu to do that, now that the danger was over.
Max sat on the floor. He was beginning to crave for a shower very badly.
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OOC: Your enemies being dead or torpid and with some searching you can find your exit. You may now RP freely to determine how you deal with your finale.
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Margo Moreau
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Margo winced when she saw the damage to Max's leg. Ouch.

Then Margo sighed "Okay, that makes sense. But I suggest we contact Henderson to let him know that we have two torpid Nossies here that need to be picked up. Perhaps he could send a van or something. I'd rather get word from him about what he wants done before we just drag these corpses out of here."

She glanced at the shaft. "I'll dive back down there and get some rope on Washman, but... we don't have any rope. So... perhaps a van and a long rope." Margo looked back at the shaft "A really, really long rope."

She rummaged around her pockets until she came up with the burner phone Henderson had gave her. It was ruined. Likely all of them were. Furthermore they were all covered in gore, and only Harris could go unseen.

On top of everything else... Margo was really fucking HUNGRY.

"Thoughts?"
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Franca
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Franca was surprised by Max's detachment when he talked about the 'crazy Nosferatu'. Since he had drunk a good deal of his blood, she would have expected some form of irrational drive towards their defeated enemy... But maybe he was one of the lucky few that were not affected - or maybe the trauma of losing his leg had overcome the flood of feelings caused by an undesired bond. Otherwise, his self control was rather admirable...

She listened to what Margo had to say, it totally made sense. "You're right - she said - these two aren't going anywhere and it's better we don't run around dragging corpses without even knowing where to hide them. If our phones are gone I still have my mobile in my car, we can call Henderson by that if we don't say anything too strange".

She looked for her burned phone as well - even though she didn't hope to find it working. In doing so she took a look at her clothes and herself, acknowledging once more their miserable state...

"Is it still raining outside? Otherwise I suppose the graveyard will have a tap water somewhere... Anyway we have to clean up before going back to the streets".

'Cleaning up' was a big word, they weren't going to be exactly clean without a long, meticulous shower - but, in the short term, they could hope to look more like hobos and less like a straight-out Masquerade breach. Speaking about which, weren't they forgetting about something?

"And since we are at it, I think we could hide the dogs down here - before some gravedigger finds them and 'suspicious mutated animals' are all around the news".

There was another elephant in the room - in that very chamber to be precise.

"Margo - she said - I don't remember what happened after I've been staked but it's obvious I didn't just slipped down the tunnel by sheer luck. So I think I owe you for that".

That was a huge statement. She couldn't know if Margo had just dropped her down the well or had indeed undergone greater risks to rescue her from the Nossie. And with no withness, it was up to Margo to decide what to tell - and thus decide what she could ask. At any rate, if Margo hadn't intervened Franca could have been killed, or kept like that poor Nossie on the wall... She wasn't going to ignore it.

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Margo's objection sure had moral value to it, no doubt this poor individual has gone through prolonged suffering. But what if it used to be someone of importance? High clans sure would alarm the community, but Nosferatu? They never reveal any sort of information if there's no profit to it. It was better to inform Henderson beforehand than let his people inspect the place and discover they just ignored some kindred. She faced Margo with silence, only mimicking guillotine with one of her hands. One could understand it in two ways and both would be correct. If you want to bring relief to this one here, just behead him. If you wanna mess with the Nosferatu, be ready for the consequences

No backup and those poor people are already getting lost... Clarice crouched between the piles of clothes and started searching for any pieces that would be durable enough to be used as a makeshift rope. Piece after piece, she tied them together, creating an ugly bug lengthy rope. She approached Franca and Margo

Me and Margo, we're featherweight. We're gonna dive and search for that...Washman. You lift us back up. But first, let me try it out...

She fastened the rope near tunnel entrance, grabbed the other end of the rope and dropped inside the tunnel. If that sudden overload didn't break it, it's going to serve them well. It was also a good way to check if the length is sufficient. After minor corrections, she'd hand it over to Franca
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The exhausted gave Franca nod and said "We're good." Looking around, the four kindred were all covered with blood and guts. There were no heroes here; Margo was just glad they were all leaving alive. Less one leg.

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And so, the torpored bodies of the two Nosferatu were extracted from the bowels of the chapel. A garden hose was found in the caretaker's shed to wash off the macabre soup that the rain couldn't manage.

Henderson was contacted, and he sent an emissary with a van to collect his fallen and his deranged clanmates.

The task would seem to be completed, the insane old soldier was in the hands of his elders. Hopefully he would devour no more people in his horrid maw.

The anguished, restless dead still filled the night with their screams; hating the living and forever frustrated as they brought their futile attacks.

Perhaps, on another day; a way could be found to give them a well deserved rest.
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