Vampire The Masquerade RPG
Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]


The Times
The Kindred Chronicle
Key Figures
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.

HOROSCOPE
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.



Across The Board
Current Chronicle: Dragons and Lions; Pride and Fire
Current Season: Spring
Controlling Sect: Camarilla



Index
Getting Started
General Information
Central London
North London
East London
West London
South London
Miscellaneous
Out of Character


Population: 31

Camarilla
Anarchs
Other
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
Sabbat: ???


THE CAMARILLA

Prince

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



ANARCHS

Baron

Khoza

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

Register -:- New Posts -:- Active Topics -:- The Staff -:- Contact Us
Welcome To The Night

You find yourself in London on a dreary, foggy night like any other. But what lurks in the shadows is the stuff of fantasies and nightmares, far from mortal reality.

This game uses the cursed and immortal vampiric condition as a backdrop to explore themes of morality, depravity, the human condition, salvation, and personal horror. We are a writing and roleplaying community dedicated to telling complex and engaging stories.

Your fate is your own. Mingle among the ivory-tower elite in the Camarilla, join the fight of the discontented and chaotic Anarch rabble, or set out independently and attempt to survive in London's nighttime underworld. Anything is possible in our World of Darkness.

Create Your Account!

If you're already a member, please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
We're not going to take it; ATTN: Sawyer
Topic Started: Wednesday, 6. August 2014, 19:27 (484 Views)
Mac
Member Avatar
Goddess of Fuck and War
* * * * *
She'd over slept, being not tied to the when the sun rose and when it went down, she didn't really keep a schedual with the natural elements the way her Fanger did. When she woke up, he wasn't in bed anymore. He may have even tried to get her up, and gotten a good punch in the face for it. She didn't wake up easy, she was a deep and heavy sleeper and used half conscious physical violence to fend off anyone trying to prevent her necessary beauty sleep.

There was no sign of Church in the apartment, and she pulled on the black wife beater she had been wearing the day before, and tried to find her panties. Where the fuck had those come off? She couldn't quite remember, she thought maybe she'd been wearing them still when they fucked the first time, just pushed off to the side.... but she'd definitely not had them in the bathroom later right? Or, was she thinking of the wrong night altogether?

She stumbled to the bathroom, giving up on the pursuit of underwear to instead brush her teeth. She had that dental hygiene obsession, one that Church didn't quite share but humored her on. She used an electric toothbrush, which had just prompted jokes from Church about vibrations and things like that. Alternative uses for her tooth brush? Yeah no. Just for teeth. That's when she remembered where her panties had ended up, a hand coming to smack at her forehead as she left the bathroom, toothbrush hanging out of her mouth still, to open the freezer and pull out her well chilled under garments.

Wait, why were they in the freezer? Well, that's because Church had taken them the night before and chucked them in there to get her all riled up. Usually she wouldn't give a shit where her panties went after they were off, but he'd purposefully put them in the freezer and them put his back to it to prevent her from retrieving them. He'd made it a dominance game, trying to 'deny' them to her even if she didn't want them. It had worked, she wanted them soley because he wanted to keep them away.

She put one leg into the chilled panties, making a little gasping noise as she pulled her toothbrush out of her mouth to hop around and wiggle them up.

"Holy fucking Jebus!"
Posted Image

"You are so fucking Camarilla. All hope and optimism. Maybe we can mount a rescue mission, and everyone can have a cupcake party, and fly around on Pegasus unicorns pooping rainbows."
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Sawyer
Member Avatar
Friendly Neighborhood Vampire
* * * * * *
Sawyer Flint was pretty sure he was going to be sick.

From the street below, the windows of the Churchpartment he'd called home for a significant chunk of the last year were a uniform black. That made it impossible to tell who was inside- something Sawyer knew and understood, but which put him a little ill at ease anyway. Still, he'd gotten the impression that at some point, Mac had moved right in, or at least hung around enough to be a permanent fixture. Even if she wasn't, Damon was the last link he had to her. He figured she liked it that way.

All of his senses were telling him that being here was an awful idea. For all he knew, he'd walk right into her, and even if he didn't, his last experience here had proven more than enough that being in a place that reminded him so powerfully of her was nothing short of toxic. But he wasn't here for Aguirre. Sawyer had the distinct impression she'd flown the coop anyway. He was here for Mac. One set of wrongs couldn't be righted- but the other, well, he owed it to Mac to make things better.

In bits and pieces, he'd been trying to help her after running her out of London. A dozen steps backwards, but one step forward, step by step. The search for Archon's killer had come to nothing, and if Sawyer had anything to do with it, the case would stay that way, bogged down indefinitely by red tape and a metric ton of more pressing investigations. There was so much he'd done wrong in the last year, so many people he'd disappointed. But he didn't have the heart to give up on all of those connections without at least trying to do the right thing- whatever that might mean. Mac was a place to start, something he could correct. Even if she was inclined to bash his skull in for what he'd already done, he still was going to try. Friendship meant that much, didn't it?

On second thought, had Mac ever really considered him much of a friend? Probably not. It wasn't in her DNA to make many. He was just another fanger, but perhaps one she'd seen in a fonder light than most. Jesus. What was he doing here.

A hornet's nest worth of thoughts were bouncing back and forth in his head as he paced on the pavement below. But finally, resolutely, he took the stairs to Church's floor, rapped knuckles against a familiar door that had seemed like home not so long ago.
Posted Image
Dialogue color = #9F4438
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Mac
Member Avatar
Goddess of Fuck and War
* * * * *
She laughed after she swore, feeling like the frozen panties were something of a delightfully cruel love note left by Church. He wasn't around to cool her down, off doing whatever it was that Church's got up to (what the fuck was that anyways?) but he could at least calm a raging sex drive with an alternative to a cold shower. She hopped just a little when she got them all the way up to her hips, the icy fabric beginning to soften against her heat.

Then there was a knock at the door, and she was suspecting that crazy little lunatic to be there again. What was with that stalker boy? Hadn't she told him Aguirre was in 'Murica? It was a lie, she knew Aguirre was in London. Every once in a while something in the apartment that church would never touch was moved, and he avoided the topic like crazy. Also, you can't fool a fucking vampire -hunter- so easily. Girl was kidding herself if she thought that lying low was going to work forever... But she suspected maybe it wasn't -her- Mouse was avoiding, maybe it was a traitorous little rat that had broken the girls heart? She didn't know exactly, but Sawyer seemed a real good place to lather on some extra delightful annoyance and anger issues. Boy had sure stuck a knife in her back.

Wait, back? Or front? He had had the decency to tell her what he'd done, sort of. It let her know she needed to get her shit together and get out of dodge. She'd left London, or tried to. Tried to leave Church and get back to living on the fringes and exterminating the young and idiotic of the night. -Tried-. She'd come back, unwilling to Church's summons. Then willingly when a month alone in a hole had worn away the blood that bound her to him, and instead of finding herself free and hateful at the entire situation she'd been she'd felt... Well, heart broken. Not all the good feels between them had been the result of that evil vampire voodoo. That had been a mind fuck all into itself.

The fact that months later, she was still there? Jesus... It nagged at the back of her mind every god damned day. That need to walk, to run, to get out and go. Couldn't now though... Now they were trying something new, something that put the way she lived her life on it's head and made her struggle to come to terms with her instincts daily.

She opened the door, a laugh still on her tongue and in the corners of her mouth as the door popped free.

"Look you little stalker..." Whoops. That was not the crazy little malkavian kid she enjoyed tormenting. Oh Jesus. Her initial instincts were to reach out and grab that stupid fake face, and want to pull him inside to throw him across the room.

However, that little bitch was a Cammie. That little bitch was a fucking two timing, front stabbing, sheriff of the Cammies. And she was trying to set up 'roots' and a 'life' and all that fucking bullshit that made her brain lurch like she'd been punched in the dunce cap by a brujah.

"Oh. HHHhheeeelllll no."

And with a violent force, mostly because she was restraining the desired action of pummeling, she slammed the door so hard, and at a violent angle, the sound of the splintering wood was unmistakable.
Posted Image

"You are so fucking Camarilla. All hope and optimism. Maybe we can mount a rescue mission, and everyone can have a cupcake party, and fly around on Pegasus unicorns pooping rainbows."
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Sawyer
Member Avatar
Friendly Neighborhood Vampire
* * * * * *
Before the door had a chance to fully close, he caught it in one firm, insistent grip. The laws of physics weren't on his side, but potence was. No crushed fingers here. But there was a distinct sound of cracking wood, pushed to its breaking point by two brutes playing ping pong with the door.

If Mac had thrown him across the room, Sawyer wouldn't have been surprised. She'd earned her anger. It was righteous, venomous, festering like a maggot-infested open wound. He deserved it. Half of the reason he was here, he might've realized if he were a more reflective man, was that he desperately wanted someone other than himself to beat the piss out of him. Self-loathing could only go so far. This was a much more satisfying method of self-destruction.

He also had a mission here. Sort of. Enough of one that shutting the door in his face wasn't likely to deter him.

"Hi," he said forcefully. Broad, clawed hands wrapped around the edge of the door, shoving it back into the open position. The hinges audibly protested.

"It's really good seein' you again, too!" Sawyer seemed cheerful- maybe a bit maniacally so. He smiled at her blithely, completely unconcerned with the way she'd responded to seeing his face. He'd expected worse right off the bat. So far, so good. "I think we need to talk."

He thrust the door open with a shoulder, wedging it into the gap and coming in whether Mac liked it or not.

Sawyer was nothing if not bullheadedly stubborn. Right now, that stubbornness was fully directed towards mentally denying that anything about this situation was wrong. His friendly grin remained as he stepped across the threshold. Everything about his manner suggested he was either completely unbothered by the situation, or a little nuts. Possibly both.

"Guess I'm not surprised you're back- I'd heard as much. 'Sides, I didn't really figure tellin' you to stay away would actually make you stay away, 'cause I don't reckon you're the sorta person that can be told to do nothin'..." He shrugged a little ruefully. "So."
Posted Image
Dialogue color = #9F4438
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Mac
Member Avatar
Goddess of Fuck and War
* * * * *
Sawyers welcoming himself into her home was unwelcome. She was not going to let him in, and when he tried the door after she'd slammed it the pair came down to a push and shove with a sadly thin wooden plank between them. Worse off were the hinges, as Sawyers claws splintered the wood on one side the metal hinges cried like the tin man begging Dorthy for oil, and the screws into the door tore their threads as the entire thing slumped from an upright position to being held by the pressure of them on both sides. It wasn't completely free from the frame, but it was utterly useless for the purpose of dooring in the future.

Bare feet slid on the tiled floor in the hallway when Sawyer used a shoulder to ram the door open, teeth grinding against one another as she grunted at the brute strength of his jam. Fucking Nossies, always stronger than their boney little bodies would suggest they should be. She reeled backwards, bare feet creeplishly quiet as she back peddled, he was clearly letting himself in and the door was not going to be a good enough deterent.

She went sideways and dove to the kitchen immediately, going for the knife block to get her hands on the cleaver and then try and send the rest of the knife block siding down the counter and off the end, to keep it as far from Sawyer as she could.

She was relatively unarmed, and she felt more naked now than if she had never found the frozen panties in Sawyers old bedroom. Clothing had nothing to do with feeling vulnerable for her, the lack of an easy fire was the worst part. Well, not at that exact moment...she used the hand not holding a meat cleaver to reach behind her, and try and flick several of the gas stove knobs on. It was stupid, it was so utterly stupid because of her proximity to the Stove compared to his, but she needed something to chase the streak of fear off her spine and the bigger and stupider the stunt the more cock sure she felt.

“Get the fuck out! Or I will get myself a second Hammy! I'll call it Flintsy.”

Edited by Mac, Thursday, 4. September 2014, 03:48.
Posted Image

"You are so fucking Camarilla. All hope and optimism. Maybe we can mount a rescue mission, and everyone can have a cupcake party, and fly around on Pegasus unicorns pooping rainbows."
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Sawyer
Member Avatar
Friendly Neighborhood Vampire
* * * * * *
His face looked a bit puzzled for a split second at Mac's lack of pants, and grew even more perturbed when she started fiddling with the knobs on the gas range. Like it or not, Sawyer was still a vampire, and his aversion to flame wasn't something he could just suppress. Especially not after the fact that he'd been set on fire twice since arriving in London. The Nosferatu visibly cringed, but he tried to put that weird, persistent smile right back on his face.

"Hey, relax! It's fine! You don't want my head- it's an ugly head! Plus, we're friends!"

They weren't actually friends.

"I promise I'll leave after we talk. Just gimme a few minutes of your time, Mac. That's it. I'll get the fuck outta here after that, I swear. I ain't lied to you. I don't lie. If I was lyin', you could totally tell, 'cause I'm a shitty-ass liar anyhow-"

And now he was rambling. He really should know better. This was, after all, the woman who'd shot him because she didn't know what the word 'pragmatic' meant. Surely her tolerance for rambling was pretty low.

"- Please. Just listen. It's important. Please?"


He raised his hands in a gentle gesture of 'I come in peace'. His bright blue gaze was steady when you looked at his mask, but beneath it, his eyes were still riveted to the stove top, ready to high tail it out of here if she lit something.

Usually, the combination of his earnest tone, sweet masked face, and general harmlessness could coax people into wanting to give Sawyer the benefit of the doubt. It was a perk that came along with being a mostly-good person, and so long as he wasn't in his usual decayed-kitty mode, this sort of thing worked. But Mac, he suspected, was probably immune to any level of charm. And she was pissed. She was always pissed.

There was absolutely no way this could go wrong.
Posted Image
Dialogue color = #9F4438
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Mac
Member Avatar
Goddess of Fuck and War
* * * * *
“We are NOT friends! We might have had the tiniest smidgen of affection between us at some point, but friends don't fucking do what you did!”

Mainly, friends don't take your decapitated new best friends skull and give it over to the Cammies. Friends also don't hide the fact they're a fucking Camarilla Sheriff, which Sawyer was very guilty of doing. He made himself out to be a sweet and innocent face just dopily following Mouse around, all puppy love and kittens riding rainbows. Instead, he'd been hiding the fact he was a god damned mole the whole time.

Why had she only taken one knife from the block? She should have taken a handful and just started flinging them at him. Might not do much in the long run, wasn't like Fanger's bled to death or anything, but a knife to the face still hurt good and plenty. She sure wanted to heave the hurt on the face before her, the lying pretty face that she knew the truth of. They'd even hunted together, Slut Monster was a memory she wasn't likely to forget anytime soon. It had been hilarious, the image of him rolling around with diner on the ground with half a mask of great tits and ass but his own drowned kitten face topping off the hooker look would forever be burned into her brain. Ugly hooker.

“I tried to leave London cuz of you! I nearly did! I nearly lost what little I have!” It was stupid to throw your base weapon of defence, but she was so mad when she looked at that freckled grinning face she couldn't help the near temper tantrum that caused her to whip the cleaver at him. That smile had to go, the entire fucking face needed to get ground into the pavement and turn up taco meat. Her chest heaved, arm lifting as the muscles flexed and tensed as she drove the cleaver from her fingertips towards the Nosferatu in her home, the Nossie that was somehow creepier with his mask on right than he ever seemed with his naturally hideous face showing.

The gas oven was slowly hissing out its dangerous contents, and now, she needed to stay good and close to it to keep Sawyer at bay. How long till there was enough gas to make this little problem less of a problem? How long till she could just turn the handle to create the spark to make the kitchen go boom? Yeah, she was closer... but dying wasn't a problem as long as she took someone else to hell with her. Anyways, she might survive. Fire wasn't nearly as deadly to her as it was to the Grinners, though generally everything else was a lot more dangerous for her than them, and sure as fuck it wasn't a picnic of safety.
Posted Image

"You are so fucking Camarilla. All hope and optimism. Maybe we can mount a rescue mission, and everyone can have a cupcake party, and fly around on Pegasus unicorns pooping rainbows."
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Sawyer
Member Avatar
Friendly Neighborhood Vampire
* * * * * *
Sawyer snorted a little, unimpressed by the words she was hurling at him. "Yeah, well, I'm an idiot. In other news, the sky is blue an' the grass is green."

He didn't actually add that he was sorry for doing any of that. He wasn't.

He was sorry he'd had to, sorry that duty came before friendship, but Mac was a murderer. Even as piss-poor a prince as Hamilton appeared to have been, he didn't deserve to die for it. Sawyer had done what he was supposed to do, what was right. If only she'd just told him who'd paid her, maybe things could've been resolved. Maybe she wasn't a murderer, in retrospect- she was a murder weapon. She was a knife or an ax or a noose. But all that was behind him now. He had a new solution. She'd been punished enough by all the trouble that had ensued. Now he could start the process of fixing what he'd done.

"But I- fuck!"

The exclamation came as he ducked his head to the side. Mac's aim wasn't perfect, but it was good enough to clip him on one bat-like ear as the cleaver whizzed by. Sawyer's mask dropped completely, concentration broken by alarm and a sharp bolt of pain. The knife had managed to take a good chunk of his ear with it. One hand reached up, touched it gingerly, and came away wet with blood. Huh.

"Calm the fuck down, Xena Warrior Princess! I told you I just wanna talk!" His golden eyes flared with annoyance, but he wasn't truly pissed. Not yet. He deserved worse than this. "What's done is done. You're back. An' whether you give a shit or not, I'm fixin' this situation for you, so you might outta just listen for once."
Posted Image
Dialogue color = #9F4438
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Mac
Member Avatar
Goddess of Fuck and War
* * * * *
"Coulda talked at me through the door Flintsy, instead you broke it down to get in. Not a good fucking way to show you wanna be pals again."

Fix the situation? How could he 'fix' the situation? Kill her no doubt. That's how Camarilla fixed everything. She couldn't blame them for it either, as she was a tool to that end often enough. Death and killing didn't really bother her the way it did some people, the only time it ever put a bunch in her panties was when it was in reference to her own life, and much more rarely (because it was so rare for her to do so) for those she have a fuck about. He wasn't going to fix her, no ducking way. A year before? Yeah sure, she'd have maybe died a little quieter but now she had shit to actually live for.

It first time in over a decade she didn't have an overwhelming need to die, that a part of her wanted to live for something other than the basic human need to exist. She wanted to live because she had good things in London, a good thing at least. It was more than she deserved and she knew it, and she'd fight to keep that happiness as long as she could.

Had it been long enough? Maybe, long enough it was going to hurt her no matter what, but hopefully long enough that the resulting fiery, smokey rush would overtake sawyer too.

She'd hit the ignition positio. on the stove behind her, to cause the burner to snap as it clicked to cause a spark. She'd do so as she dropped, other hand bringing down the oven door over top of her to protect her depending on how big the boom was. She wasn't expecting spectacular, but she was expecting it to be big enough to send the drowned rat bastard out of the apartment. She was much to big to hide underneath the over door completely, but she'd aim to keep her face and core as protected as she could. Fire tended to go up, and she went down. Hopefully it would but enough time all said and done to get the fuck to the bedroom and get to her harness, where the majority of her weaponry was.

She'd become to relaxed in the apartment, to complacent with the security of Church. She was forgettin' herself, and how her life really was. She wasn't the fucking happy fairy tale of pain and punishment she'd been living so happily this last year, this was her life. Kill or be killed.

It was heart breaking, or would be, if hers was still whole and human. However, it wasn't. So she was going to get herself a new head to make up for the loss of the old one.

Edited by Mac, Wednesday, 10. September 2014, 16:11.
Posted Image

"You are so fucking Camarilla. All hope and optimism. Maybe we can mount a rescue mission, and everyone can have a cupcake party, and fly around on Pegasus unicorns pooping rainbows."
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Create a free forum in seconds.
Learn More · Sign-up Now
« Previous Topic · The Borough of Enfield · Next Topic »
Add Reply

Affiliate links:


RPG-D