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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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Population: 31

Camarilla
Anarchs
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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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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



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Baron

Khoza

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

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A bewitched serpent calling Mr. Harris; Thomas introduction to the Camarilla
Topic Started: Saturday, 19. September 2015, 22:40 (313 Views)
Benjamin van der Stoep
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Benjamin stared at the phone in front of him, the phone was one of his so far unused ones, as an old smuggler it comes with the territory. The SIM-card had just been purchased from a nearby store as well, the hotel room had been rented with cash and a false name. Logically speaking there should not be anything available that could trace this call back to the mysterious figure known as Benjamin Van Der Stoep, and yet…doubting Thomas could not help but to wonder exactly what he had forgotten with the situation, exactly what tell he had forgotten to cover up that would risk to ruin the entire situation. His hope at the moment residing with the possibility that whatever he had forgotten, the vampire known as George Henry Harris would not possess the wit to find what this prophet could not.

Taking a last deep inhale from his Montecristo Cigarillo before he placed it at the ash trail, feeling the scent of the familiar smoke fill up his being and calm him. As both the prophet Benjamin and the explorer/philosopher Thomas he had nothing to doubt and all to be proud of. Soon enough he will enjoy the extravagant luxury of the Ivory tower, doing his job in ways that only the great Aeons could match. Soon enough the Brujah Primogen would welcome him as one of his own, unaware of the great predator of the righteous night they had just accepted into their midst.

Feeling his characteristic smirk appear on his lips he looked at the card, given to him by the resourceful Mr. Gladwell, who preferred to exclude the Mister from the equation. Yes the situation might be important and intense but that did not mean that humor had to be excluded as well.

After the number had been dialed and the call initiated, all that Thomas could do was to clear his throat and wait, mentally preparing himself for what he would say.
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George Henry Harris
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Once again the phone rang, interrupting George while taking a bath. Mentally cursing the people that always seemed to call at inopportune times, he wrapped himself in a towel and made his way into the living room, hoping whoever called had a damn good reason to do so...

Preparing to unleash a torrent of profanities on the unlucky bastard should he not have a good reason, he picked up the receiver.

"Evening, how can I help ?"

Then he waited for the next words, the moment where it'd show whether the person on the other endwould receive help or just get cursed all the way into next year
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The serpent who currently pretended to be a male witch quivered with anticipation, this was it the voice of the one that for the near future, the one that would try and wear the mantle of the demigod of the storm. The mere thought made him almost laugh, luckily enough this was one of those blessed moments when the rational part of his brain tempered his ego and his inner pathfinder of his own mind that so easily got lost in thoughts interesting yet not relevant for the situation at hand.

Mentally preparing himself for the exercise of subtlety ahead the snake kept the passion the moment at hand filled him with but tempered his divine soul longing to preach, he was to give a good first impression, all that currently mattered. The last thing he did was to remind himself to momentarily forego from his traditional Afrikaans dialect to adopt to a more subtle one. Giving the impression of a well wandered soul yet the ones with a good ear could pick up the undertones of Dutch, those of linguistic interest could even place it within the area of Groningen...even if the real masters or those of special and niched interest likely could pick up something wrong with it.

"Greetings highly esteemed Lord Primogen Harris. I am Mr. Thomas Krusen , a wanderer and a seeker to bring the utopia of the old into the reality of the future. Most importantly however, I am a fellow kindred of your clan that wish to make London my home and to serve you in making the domain into as much as a paradise for kine and kindred alike that we possibly can. I think we should meet, preferably at your earliest convenience if possible. Do you agree? After all the medium of a phone, brilliant as it may be is no proper way for a real meeting between gentlemen now it is?. "

Before the last syllable was spoken the serpent felt the burning sensation of pride fill his blood filled system. He genuinely thought that considering the nervous action of speaking with a new stranger that would become his for the public to be considered Lord without the privilege of seeing his face when he spoke to him, he felt like he had performed well. Hopefully he had placed his level of passion and fire at an acceptable level, something that was tricky to know beforehand seeing how his knowledge about the psychological nature of Clan Brujah was slim to say the least.

While waiting for the response he picked up his previously discarded cigarillo, not to smoke but to watch the smoldering of the tobacco leaves unfold in front of his eyes, thinking back to the magical early nights in Africa with all that it entailed.
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George listened and wondered if that guy was belonging to the family as he sounded more like someone who liked to hear his own voice and he didn't know many Brujah like that... But then again some were that way apparently, throwing many 'smart' words around. He just hoped it wasn't a second Lochlan at the other end of the line... Though he sounded more like the bookish type. 'Highly esteemed Lord Primogen'... Fancy things like that always made him cringe a bit as it sounded like he'd be expected to have butlers, aide-de-camps and things like that...

"Yes, indeed. Muse, in two hours. How do I recognise you ?"

He made sure to keep it short and not get overexcessive, as it might be good to have this guy handle most of the talking. People of that kind always liked talking very much.
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Benjamin remained silent for a fair few seconds after hearing the response...did he really hear it correctly and was that all. Was that the response of someone worthy to act as his commander and master, someone with rhetoric’s and language so poor so….in lack of gusto and gaiety of life itself.

I mean yes he knew that a fair few Brujah were of a more brutish kind but surely they must know how to communicate in a linguistic sense of more civilized nature than this.

Mentally sighing, once more thinking back to his homeland…his home, the cradle of life and oh how full of life it was. People acting with gusto, people spoke out and acted out, it was a wild, rugged and untamed land in cities and the countryside alike. It was a place where masters acted like masters and slaves acted like slaves…it was a place of harmony and wonderful chaos all wrapped up into one exciting playground. Africa…oh how he missed it and the people there…this poor treatment of the spoken and written word neglecting all its glory…surely it must be a British thing. If it was a thing for the camarilla at large things were indeed direr than he thought...if the light of Ra had not only shackled peoples actions but the language as well then things were dire indeed.

Still…he was a serpent, a follower of great Lord Set, he was expected to adapt and so he would.
“Sure it sounds grand Sir. I will be the one with an orange pocket handkerchief and a black glove on my left hand. Will that be sufficient?”

The lack of passion, personal signature and finer points in his wordings made the serpent cringe…thinking of what such an uneducated answer would trigger in his sires response if it was aimed towards him.

...The transformation into a Brujah would turn more difficult than he previously thought.
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George nodded as his oppo finally seemed to have grasped that not everyone talked like a Torrie on a stage. Still something about the long-winded way he talked made him wary. After all Palmer and the others hadn't been like that and even Mr. Owen, who had tended to speak long sentences with lots of complex Latin words, hadn't sounded that theatralic... Perhaps there was something wrong with that bloke, a tendency for such speeches. George hoped his matter of speech was the only eccentric thing about that Thomas, as it could get him in trouble...

"More than sufficient. Alright, that's settled then. Anything else ?"
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Benjamin remained silent for a few seconds, smirking to himself with gusto, if only for a moment feeling back home. Rhetorical traps such as this was something of a specialty among his Sire's grand court, a serpent speaks with a forked tongue after all. Their primary weapon, their wit, flowing like poison into an open mind. Oh the beating and punishment he would get if he offered the wrong answer, reminded to always tread the thin line of balance, decline the offer to ask questions and you would seem to be disinterested, not a good impression to make when you speak with your future master and primogen. Then again ask too much or speak too much and you will give off the impression that you need someone to hold your hand and lead you through life, which is another unwanted impression to make.

Sighing sadly and shaking his head Benjamin was once more brought back to the present and reality, the chances that this camarilla official tried to verbally test him and his wits seemed to be slim indeed. Adorning a fake smile to dance on his lips he replied with a warm and polite tone.

“Nothing that cannot be said between two eyes, after all technology should be appreciated but a phone call will never be able to fully replace a proper meeting between gentlemen. Looking forward to meet you momentarily Mr. Harris. “
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