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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
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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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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

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Shelter for a man in a mask
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George Henry Harris
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They stopped in front of a block of flats build out of grey stones in the Queen Anne Revival Style bulit in the middle of the 19th century and having had rough times as there were holes in the walls and missing parts reconstructed with different stones, some windows didn't match the others and the doors had been replaced with heavy steel doors in a quite prominent tan colour, again Messing with the remnants of the original building that were still left. George opened his briefcase while Walking to the door and took a large set of keys out of it, opening the door and ushering Thomas in. Afterclosing the door he led on through corridors and stairways until reaching the third Floor, stopping in front of a white door with the number '409' on it.

Upon opening the door a small room with a black-and-white-wallpaper and a simple wardrobe in stainless steel became visible. The design of the flat seemed to be Art Deco with steel and brass in simple shapes dominating together with checkered tiles, sharkskin and chrome. George gave Thomas a while to have a look, while waiting for the question that would come eventually...
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They had traveled in silence.

Not that Benjamin had anything against silence…quite the opposite actually. People always thought that as long as you were silent you would not reveal anything of your secrets, thoughts and feelings, Benjamin found the opposite to be the true in this regard. Once engaged in silence your body, small movements, your gaze, faint details in facial expression and so on gave away so much than your words ever could. If you wanted to hide you would be better off doing so in focus and with a confident pace of keeping up a conversation, to give the impression you in fact had nothing to hide and more importantly…give your opponent something else to focus on.

Hardly surprising Benjamin made the most of this opportunity to carefully observe his Primogen while trying to give of a relaxed expression that gave the feeling of curiosity and respect. His arms neatly tucked behind his back to give off a disarmed while still attentive statue.

Obviously he had already been scouting the area in general, ever since Gladwell had informed him about where the local Brujah population and community was located. Obviously he had managed to gather information of such specific kind to know about this building complex in specific or the actual amount of Brujah kindred around.

To say that the building and apartment, or well more likely was a downright disappointment would be an understatement, silently Benjamin had to wonder if this was a test to observe his reaction and test his reaction and dedication. Or perhaps the Brujah Londoners were quite content to be a bunch of losers, rabbles that would never aspire to anything great, content to dream back to the glories of old. Pathetic really…and what was even more pathetic…he actually started to pity them and pondering how he could actually help them.

Like the degenerated monkeys, the kafers that his Sire had gathered around his court they started to bloom out while under a firm ruler, while under power and vision that could put their nature to good use. Yes…he could help them, and he would make them a force to actually be respected, in mind, in body and in spirit. They could aspire to more than this surely?

Walking around the apartment, taking in everything from the general impression to small details that his gaze fell upon. He used several moments in complete and utter silence to gather his thoughts and ponderings before he actually decided upon a decision.


“It looks nice; I guess that rest of the hall is for other members of the family? In general, it could need a bit of renovations, to restore while still of course keep the current charm as well. Bit of a challenge but that is also part of the fun …”

Actually genuinely smiling while he placed his sunglasses he currently held in his hand in his chest pocket.

“Thank you. “

Yes… he would spend most of his days in the near future sleeping in his campervan instead of this mockery of a home. At some point he would hopefully be able and purchase a permanent haven of better quality than…well…. This. If he actually followed through with his decision, he would desperately need one.
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"Yes and no, it's a bit more complicated and there is a reason for the lack of charme... And there are some Special rules, which I'll get to in a bit..."

He took a lookaround, thinking before focusing his attention back on Thomas with a raised eyebrow as if trying to gauge his reaction. Then he spoke.

"This is a temporary haven, actually this isn't meant to be permanently inhabited, at least not by our kind... So yes, you can settle for a haven of your choice, but the main reason for showing you this place is another: this building is a safehouse for us in case we need to hide in one, at least this is the one you can get into if needed... As such it doesn't need fancy stuff or much in the way of charme, it is practical, it is necessary, it is what it needs to be... As for the rules..."

While looking sternly at Thomas he rummaged in his bag for something.

"First and foremost: Nobody outside the clan needs to know that safehouses exist... You know that one of them is there, if you need it, that's all I'll say about that topic... Rule two: Yes, there are kine living here, but except in case you need this facility, feeding on them is strictly forbidden... Lastly you'll receive a key to this flat. It won't open any other doors except this one and the entrance and upon moving out you are expected to return it. Questions ?"
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Secrets, Benjamin had to profess to love secrets, especially to be let in on secrets. It always was a special feeling of being just that … special. He showed his Primogen the respect he deserved by being silent and attentive during the entire speech, and nodding where it was proper to do so. Remaining silent, he met George's stern look with a curious and calm one for himself…. Did the old wolf actually try to observe him and evaluate him, to see what he could try and figure out from him and his secrets whom he guarded possessively? Now that was actually quite amusing when you considered it further…

Still the Primogen was not to be underestimated, first of all it was clear that no matter how degenerated and decadent the Ivory Tower may be, you still did not become a Primogen by collecting bottle caps! Beyond that, he had to admit that the old wolf had already managed to surprise him more than once already. The whole idea with a safe house was not bad, in fact it was quite a genius one and …something he doubted that the rest of the camarilla expected of them… by the eternal night…it was even possible that the temple did not know. Now, that was juice tidbit of information and possibilities indeed!

“A few actually with this new line of information. You call this a safe house for us, with that do you mean our entire clan, meaning our Anarch sister and brothers as well? Or is it merely for our Camarilla brethren? My experience so far has shown me that different Primogens choose to deal with their estranged Anarch kindred in different manners so clarification on this subject would be most welcome indeed. “

Taking a few steps around the small apartment, Benjamin continued to try and take in as many details he could, touching the walls and furniture, imagining the various kind of kindred who might have been here before him, in this secret safe house. He had to wonder what kind of secret meetings and delicate pieces of information had been exchanged at this location.

Yes, the place might still look like a shithole but suddenly …the walls, the roof, floor and room itself talked and whispered, it was alive. But with a history such and nature such as this one, how could it not? It was a realization that quickly brought him to his next couple of questions, something that forced him to politely turn his head to face Mr. Harris once more.

“The mailbox system here, can it be used as a secretive way of trading items, observations and reports between each other without using the official channels so to speak?

Whenever we meet up as a clan to discuss relevant matters and questions do we meet up here, or at a local Elysium or how does the system for such events look like?”



The Afrikaner slowly walked over to the bed to take a seat and check its comfortability for long days of hibernations and avoiding the accursed light of Ra. It looked like the light itself shouldn´t be much of a problem here.

“Do not worry, I do not plan to take up this resource of yours for long. My intention is to aquire a permanent haven for myself at my earliest convenience. At such a time I will return the key to you without any hassle, I promise.

I will also respect the rule of not feeding on the local kine, after all… what is the saying now….”
Benjamin had to ponder slightly before he frowned at the vulgarity of the expression he was about to state. “You do not shit where you eat, yes?

Out of sheer curiosity however, is it you who stand as a Landlord for this building? Or perhaps a mortal aide of yours? Or perhaps someone completely unrelated to our world so to speak? “


Finished with his questions he placed his hands in lap once more, looking curiously at his Primogen while silently debating with himself if he would report all of this back to his contacts or not, and if he would…how soon would he do it?

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George was a bit surprised as Thomas was the first to ask such things about the safehouses and it made him a bit suspicious, though perhaps it was just genuine curiosity. He pretended to think for a moment, Setting his gaze on the wallpaper while doing so.

"That is not decided yet... It will be once the need for the decision arises, that's all I can say on that matter... Dealings with the Anarchs are... difficult, at least the last Princes made it more difficult than it was..."

"You can use the mailbox to send internal things to my office, yes. I think you can use it to get things to other members of the clan, though nobody has done that so far..."

Besides there was the little point that everything from the mailbox ended in his office and was distributed to those it was intended for, at least theoretically as there was never much of a widespread use of those things to begin with... But that was a Thing Thomas didn't need to know. So George didn't say anthing more on that and switched to the next Topic,

"Usually I rent a room somewhere in our wardand then invite the clan to get there and have a meeting, if we have a reason for one... As some of the crisis meetings in the last years did include Anarchs it was safer that way..."

As they didn't need to know about the safehouses yet and the decision whether they needed to know at all had not been taken so far. Letting his gaze drift through the room thoughtfully before it resettled on Thomas he continued.

"This building belongs to the clan and our money is in it. For all matters it is me who stands for it... in the end... Though you could say we all own it."

As always things were a bit more complicated, but once again there was no need to give any of his clanmates the full account on anything. Those were things he kept himself busy with so they didn't need to, after all... With a hint of a smile he looked at Thomas and raised an eyebrow as if to say 'everything clear' ?

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So things were difficult between the Camarilla and the Anarchs, more than prudent even perhaps? And it was because of the dealings and actions of the former prince? Now all of this had to count as interesting information and things that ambitious and driven people most definitely could work with. His plan had worked and he had gotten some things out of the Brujah Primogen in the ways he acted, the ways he didn´t act and didn´t say as well. Indeed, all in all he would have to count this as a success.

Perhaps it showed the superior training of a serpent in the service chaos itself? The way details could be picked up and puzzles solved or even created anew with only a few pieces to initially play with. Or perhaps it was a cultural thing, how the western civilization of both kindred and kines had strangled themselves with their own decadency in their victory? Why not really? After all, if history was anything it was a complex process with an innate tendency to repeat itself.

Interesting musing as it was, even Benjamin had to admit that today and this room was particularly bad time and place for it. After all he was still very much in the middle of an important objective here and letting his guard or focus down would be to more or less forfeit the game and admit being the failing weakling it seemed like his contact still feared him to be. No, being amused and curious was one thing here but he needed to remain focused and make sure that he acted in the kind of way he wanted to portray himself here.

He smiled slightly, before it was replaced by a more somber almost solemn expression and a slow nod. “Understood Mr. Harris. We can only hope that the dusk of tomorrow will bring better tidings than the ones we left in the dawns of the past.”

A statement that was followed by silence, thinking through the situation at hand. Did he have any other questions at hand? Not at the moment did he? After all he had already acquired plenty of information both said and things left unspoken that his contact would be most interested in.


Slowly the Afrikaner got up from his seated position, once more putting on his sunglasses before he nodded towards the Primogen. “I think that was all the questions I had. Once again, thank you for this opportunity Mr. Harris.”
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George nodded, though he didn't think the big words Thomas seemed to like so much were appropriate, but hope was always good.

"Aye."

The keys had been delivered and the explanations which were necessary given. At this Point there was not much more to be done than to let Thomas get a feel of this place and make himself comfortable. He thought on what was left to address for a while.

"If you have any problems, you can give me a call or come to my office and I'll help you with a solution if I can..."

He raised his hands in a defensive gesture when Thomas thanked him and shook his head.

"Not much need for thanks, all part of the post... Good night, Thomas."

With these words spoken, he left the flat and the house and drove off into the darkness of night...
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If not before, at least now it was obvious that Primogen Harris was a man of very few words. However, where Benjamin at first had mistaken the lack of demanding presence and words for a simpleminded soldier he now started to gain a bit of respect for the old wolf. Indeed, it was still true that he regarded him very much an intellectual inferior to his true master and sire, but that did not necessarily mean that the Brujah Primogen was some sort of feeble minded meek little hatchling in the grand world of darkness.

Behind his words, every single one of them as a matter of fact there was a meaning and a thought, in everything he did and said there was a tool to present the being and mantle of the person he was. A person whom moved and acted in unity with a purpose and meaning greater than himself, even if the purpose as far as Benjamin could tell was an altogether disgusting one that would only continue to degrade the world and limit the minds of individuals. Nevertheless, he needed to give the old wolf respect for the way he handled himself and moved with a greater purpose, it was a rare sight among vampires, especially among Camarilla ones.

“I shall keep in touch Mr. Harris, thank you for everything and until we meet again”

Benjamin nodded his respectful farewell towards the Primogen before he found himself alone in the apartment for him take a final examination and inspection of in peace and quiet. Once he felt satisfied with his inspection he reveled in his solitude state before he with a merry whistle placed the key in his pocket and headed out in the night, whispering lowly to himself.

“Good night Grey Wolf Harris.”
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