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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.


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The Wonderful World of Masquerade Society; Anarchs! + Jhael + Tzippy
Topic Started: Monday, 29. April 2013, 16:24 (2,137 Views)
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Moshe himself look rather startled for a moment at the laughter, the look of frozen uncertainty doubling when he noticed the returned blush. Oh, shit. Now they were both being awkward. Alright, this could be handled. Just converse like a normal person, right?

"Ah, Moshe. My name is Moshe," the Israeli replied hesitantly, pale eyes flicking to the conversation going on nearby as he took a sip of his spiced rum, "A variation of Moses, you see? As for getting lost.... Well, this city is rather large, isn't it? I've lived here eight years and still haven't fully explored it yet."

Of course, knowing what he knew now, Moshe thought it probably was for the best that he didn't go poking into anymore nooks and crannies. He had paused for a moment to muse on that thought when the door slamming open made him jump, jostled rum spilling over the edge of the glass. The small man spun in his seat, shoulders arched and lips pulled thinned as the racket reached him, nervous temper flashing in his eyes.

His gaze fixed on the ranter, hands curling into fists instinctively as the words washed over him. Burnings and dreams? What in the Hell was he talking about? His posture only became more tense as the second man joined the scene, the thick accent making his English hard for Moshe to really follow.

Then there was the woman. The other woman, as it were. Taking charge and not allowing anything less than obedience and Moshe knew enough to know he didn't know enough to take any chances. Not now. His survival instincts weren't the best but they were screaming at him now. So, he went still, he stayed quiet. Though his posture was that of someone cornered, he didn't lash out. Didn't dare to even though he was suddenly trapped. Had always been trapped really.

Stuck as he was in muddled thoughts and anger tinged uncertainty, it took Jhael's call a moment to register at first. But it seemed to finally sink in, his head snapping to look towards the younger man's face.

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Clearly Moshe wasn't so confident as she thought. He had adressed her so he seemed like he was able to talk with women but apparently he was more modest. With a nod she greeted him when he introduced himself. "Eight years already? Wow impressive. I'm used to big cities because I'm from Adelaide Australia and that isn't really small. There are lots of big cities and lots of nature too. London is just different than my hometown that's all."

Ashley wanted to ask and talk some more but the conversation got disturbed by a man, a Kindred who seemed near Final Death. The young woman narrowed her eyes at him and listened. Immediately she looked over at Nora to see what she would do. She noticed a few leaving and others became on edge. Suddenly there were lights of a car shining inside and not long after the first Kindred was taken away. Ashley made sure she made mental notes about them and returned her attention to Moshe. His hands were made to fists. Ashley sighed and placed her hand on his leg. She gave him a gentle squeeze while she leaned closer to whisper to him.

"Relax it's fine. Please do not worry you are going to be fine... Trust me." she winked and smiled. On the inside she was fighting every urge to call Archon for help because being held captive here was slightly unsettling but on the outside she didn't even seem disturbed in the slightest.

The girl hopped off the stool and walked over to Nora. "Baroness Penvellyn..." Ashley bowed and smiled sweetly. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Ashley Amber." she paused and stared at the Gangrel. The Anarch leader was nervous and was taken by surprise about what had happened. The human doubted whether she would be pleased with the following bit of information she was going to give her.

Ashley stepped closer so she could whisper the following without anyone else but Nora hearing it. "I'm the PA of Prince Hamilton. If there's anything you need just let me know." She was still arguing with herself if this was the right thing to do but it was too late now. Ashley took another step back and stood still while waiting with confidence glowing all over her.
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Monday, 6. May 2013, 17:33
J: nightripper with mr.praz., locked in by one like you..nora, someone came in and distrbed her, there is troublle and i dontknow whats
It took Alarik Blücher a while to puzzle out what Julian had intended by his text. Though he thought his ghoul's mind to be somewhat mediocre, he'd relied on his command of the English language. The garbled nature of the message indicated that something was being sent covertly. Or else, the ghoul might just be stressed out by something Bad.

A minute or so passed as Alarik consulted his notes. He'd never been to the Tripper before, nor had he made personal acquaintances with the Anarch's Baron. When he confirmed his suspicions about the pair being in North London, though, he had to fight two instincts.

The Ventrue's first, primal instinct was to rush over to the Night Tripper and demand the release of his vassals. To break them out if he had to. To have them captured was certainly a slight. But then, it could easily be a trap. A ghoul and a human were useless to the Anarchs. A Ventrue Primogen, on the other hand... no. He could not go alone.

His second instinct was to call for help. Archon. The other Ventrue. More ghouls. This idea was more easily dismissed. If he called for help, he would certainly incur a loss of face. And he still had no idea what was really happening. And there was only one person who could tell him.

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A few miles to the north, the distinctive ringtone on Julian's phone began to play, the screen identifying the caller as 'VTepes'. As soon as the call was answered, voice on the other line spoke brusquely: "Blücher. Hand this phone to the Baron."

When he realised that he was talking to the Baron*, Alarik continued. The Ventrue sounded neither particularly friendly (that might be seen as grovelling - and thus weakness) or particularly angry (might be seen as impotent - and thus weakness). If any particular adjective could be used to describe his inflection it was 'obstinate'.

"I'm told that you are holding two of my retinue. Why?"

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Dawid's words passed through one of Nora's ears and right out the other as he spoke, though the bowing definitely caught her attention. She watched the man with a quirked brow as he sank into a hunched position of a trained servant, no longer speaking as if he were a person, but an object to be owned and bent to her will. What had she done to rise this kind of behavior out of him? She knew other Kindred kept their ghouls among the likes of slaves, but she never saw the appeal in reducing human beings to the bonds of servitude. Perhaps that was just her independent nature.

Ashley then approached her, blocking Dawid from her view and bowing gracefully as well. She knew the scent that wafted off the waif-like girl before she even spoke of Archon's name. Deft nuances of his own essence mingled with hers delicately. There was so much noise, so many voices speaking at once. Just think. Just fucking think, Nora... She looked down, rubbing her temples with nervous agitation and willing the skittish Beast that was pacing inside of her to calm despite the sensory overload that was weighing down on her.

"Everybody SHUT THE FUCK UP!" She finally snapped, her balled fists practically trembling from the stress at her sides. She sighed finally, relishing in the sudden silence that filled the room. The tension was thick; they were all confused, some scared, some anxious, and all very paranoid of the predicament that had fallen into their laps. Nora reached down into her shirt and pulled the bloody piece of paper from her bosom and unfolded it carefully, scanning it for something, anything that could give her a clue as to what this was all about. Who's blood was this? The madman that was spewing all this bullshit or someone else's?

A cellphone began ringing, it's sudden noise spurring her raised hackles and cutting through the silence like a sharp knife. Nora physically jumped, catching herself on the bar and looking to the hesitant Jhael as he answered the phone call and then held it out to her. She rolled her eyes as she moved to take it, speaking with practiced and professional grace:

"This is Ms. Penvellyn."

"I'm told that you are holding two of my retinue. Why?"

"Pardon me, but who am I speaking with?" Her patience was already beginning to wane.

"Alarik Blücher. Acting Ventrue Primogen." The man on the other side replied. He made no compromises on the pronunciation of the name, suggesting that he was a first generation immigrant. "My ghoul informed me that you are holding him and another of my retinue captive."

"And the plot thickens," Nora quipped with annoyance, "I wouldn't call them hostages. More like insurance policies. We were paid an unexpected visit by some very interesting..." She paused, trying to sort how she should word this without having a wave of Camarilla spies come down on the North with the force of a tsunami, "Guests. One of which that left me with some sensitive information concerning..." She wasn't quite sure what to call it, she didn't even know what it concerned. "Something." She said this with an exasperated tone.

"Ahh. Something", the Ventrue echoed. The dry manner in which he repeated the word wasn't quite scathing, but Nora could sense that it was as sarcastic as politeness would allow. With no idea of what was going on, the Ventrue seemed to care less about unexpected visits than about his servants. Still. He expressed his sympathies. ""I wish you well with that, Lady Penvellyn. Late night visitors can be quite a handful." He paused a beat. "May I ask when and under what conditions my retinue will be released from your hospitality?"

She could sense the sharpness subtly cutting through his amiable words, "You may. I have no clue as to what I could be walking into by investigating this nor how long it could take, but the weight of the warning I was given is too heavy to simply ignore it. While normally I'd simply let them return to you, I don't feel comfortable letting them leave here until I know for myself what we apparently have to deal with. News obviously travels fast and I don't need more people than are already present involved."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before this 'Alarik Blücher' spoke again, his voice as deep as before, though giving the impression of a man who felt he was being shaken out. "I see. Would there be any way to... expedite their release?"

"Unless you're somehow privy to the whereabouts of this mysterious contact I have to seek out, no. I am, however, always open to suggestions."

Again, there was a pause before the Ventrue replied. He still seemed amiable, despite an implied threat: "This is an opportunity for cooperation to our mutual benefit, Lady Baroness. I will offer you the assistance of my retinue in this matter, in exchange for a major boon. We, in turn, will not share the information with anyone else. If you agree, I will provide instructions to this effect to my ghouls. Without instructions, their continued presence in Anarch territory will likely prove a liability to your operations."

Nora sighed. Fucking Capes and their fucking boons. She never found the need for their use in the thirty years she'd been living this life... but, he supported Archon, and Archon was an in influential man among his breed. If this Primogen was honest, perhaps his retinue could actually have some use beyond their aptitude for drinking. She honestly didn't know much of how boons worked, but she knew they could seriously fuck up a kindred's life when in debt to another. "I'll continue to support you and yours by political action. It will hold only me in account; no other Anarch will be expected to act upon this boon when you call for it. That will be all I agree to. If you find these terms to be reasonable, consider it done. It was a pleasure doing business with you, Sir Blücher."

Handing the phone back to Jhael, Nora drifted to Dawid, who was still bent in submission. She carefully placed two slim fingers beneath his chin and lifted it gently, bringing his eyes up to hers, "I'm not your master. I don't ask my own subjects to bow to me, and especially not my guests. I won't make you empty promises, but as long as you're with me, I'll do everything in my power to make sure no harm comes to any of you." As she said this, she looked to the three others crowded closely around them at the bar. She waited for Jhael to end the call, watching all of them closely.

"Well kiddies, we have a name and we have an address. Ashley, I'm sure Mr. Hamilton has already been alerted of your whereabouts. I just got off the phone with the Primogen of Clan Ventrue. I'd prefer the Prince didn't get involved, so if you'd like to notify him that you'll be indisposed for the rest of the evening and any other fluffy bullshit to reassure him of your safety with me, please do so now. And you," She nodded to Moshe, "I don't know who you are, but you're apparently familiar with our dear Jhael. If you'd be so kind to accompany us, the more the merrier!" She moved to the table she'd been previously sitting at and retrieved her jacket, shrugging into it's comforting leather embrace and heading towards the exit to the back alley behind the bar and waiting rather impatiently, "Shall we go then? Come along, chop chop!"
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Ashley frowned and stared in disbelief when the Gangrel, leader of the Anarchs snapped. It was an unfortunate sign of weakness and it was a pity to see in a woman with such a position. If she couldn’t keep her head cool enough when something so uneventful happened how the hell was she supposed to be leading a whole pack when they counted on her? As always she was calm and just waited for anything more to happen than just some shouting and nervous behaviour. The animal marks on her body didn’t put Ashley’s mind to rest because it meant she was used to a frenzy every now and then and that was the last thing Ashley wanted to be involved with.

Slowly she walked back to Moshe and stood next to him while she sighed. There was something not right just yet but that piece of the puzzle would probably fall in its place when the time was right. When the phone rang Nora was quick to recover and she sounded very professional. A little smile appeared on Ashley’s face as she was happy to see that not all was lost in the Baroness’ mind. The phone call intrigued the young woman and she wondered who it was until near the end she heard the name Blücher. The last sentence stuck in her mind like an echo. He had probably promised her a boon or something. With a sharp look she watched Jhael. This guy was immediately on her bad list. She didn’t like Alarik nor did she trust him. For some reason she thought there was something wrong with the man.

When Nora mentioned her name she came back to reality. “Don’t worry about it. It is my free night I’m not bond to anyone this evening and no one knows I’m here...” She paused for a second before she harshly said “... and certainly not Mr. Blücher. I only answer to Mr. Hamilton but as you wish I’ll let him know I’m not available for the rest of the evening.” With a simple nod she grabbed her phone. One thing was for she did like the direct approach of the Baroness. She heard that Moshe knew Jhael. Great! Just great! Was this place packed with Ghouls of Alarik? She focused her attention towards Moshe again. It was obvious that she was disturbed by the mentioning of the name of the Ventrue Primogen. “You know him? How well do you know him?...” she paused and looked at her phone. “Just a second, hold that thought though.” Quickly she texted Archon. It was short but with enough information that he knew she was fine and would meet him the next night at the office. When it was send she looked back at Moshe. “So you know him?” she said with a nod to Jhael. “How about the other guy?”

The Baroness decided they had to go on a field trip and so Ashley grabbed her stuff and put on her coat while she grabbed Moshe by the arm and whispered. “You are staying close to me I want to know what’s going on here and who those two are.” There was not much friendliness in her voice even though she seemed kind and calm. To everyone else she must have looked like nothing was wrong but only Moshe could hear her words and could hear in her voice that behind the façade of calmness was a disturbance like a restless ocean waiting for the storm.
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His brow was furrowed in silent question when Nora passed his phone back. Relieved to find Alarik still on the line when he put it to his ear, he slid off the barstool to retreat to the far side of the room. Hunched with his shoulder to the wall, he muttered quietly. "Hey. What's going on? What did you tell her?" Though nearly a whisper, the tension in his voice was quite evident. Through the corner of his eye, he was following the movements of the woman he now knew was in charge. Now she was saying she was not their master and didn't expect them to bow. Whether or not that was a lie, she also said she would try to prevent harm from coming to them. That meant danger, no other way to spin it. Alarik matter of fact reply confirmed his worry."You will both work with the Baron to solve her problem. Take this opportunity to learn anything you can about the Anarchs. You will be debriefed upon your return."

"Oh, that's all?" A nervous chuckle escaped and he drew a deep breath. "Great. I mean, yes, Mr. Blucher. Shit. Don't suppose you can tell me what an Anarch is?"

"You just went to their headquarters, Jhael. I expect you to find out. I'll correct their ... perspective... upon your return. Trust nothing they tell you at face value."

Julian swallowed at the man's impatient non-answer and tightened his grip on the phone. How the hell did that man expect him to know anything? Telepathy?! Is that one of those mysterious powers that is supposed to just come to him somehow? If so, it wasn't working. His thoughts turned to that night he had licked the older man's wrist. He recalled the warmth settling in his stomach and the strange, wonderful high he had received from it. Maybe he just needed more. Would sure like some tonight. "Yes, Mr. Blucher," he continued, resigned to this frustrating situation for now. Arguing would go nowhere. "You said Mr. Prazmowski is staying with me, right?"

"Yes."


"Alright. Thank you. That's good, I think. I will, um... do this. Listen, should probably know that..." The young man hesitated, his sideways stare drifting from Nora to the anxious little man at the bar with those piercings and a liquor bottle. Alarik had already sounded terse, but he had the feeling it would be worse if he wasn't forthcoming with anything that might be relevent. He would prefer it otherwise, but he knew the professor was relevent. Cupping his hand over his mouth, he whispered into the phone. "Mr. Klein is here too."

"Why?"

Julian bit his lip. He couldn't tell through the other man's deadpan tone if anger was imminent. "I don't know. I only just noticed him before that bum ran in here. He wasn't sitting with us. I think Prazmowski invited him."

"We will talk about this later. Make sure he learns as little as possible."


"Yes, Mr. Blucher"

A click and a dial tone was the only response to that. Wonderful. When he turned around, he blinked to see that Nora had been waiting for him to finish. He slid the phone into his pocket and gave her a nod. When she continued, her speech was peppered with more mysteries. Primogen? Ventrue? Prince? His gaze flit to Dawid. The fop had become a wilted flower in less than a minute. Can't blame him. Though the man was confusing and more than a little unsettling, he was glad he would be staying. He was not as tightlipped as Mr. Blucher and seemed more than happy to answer questions, albeit in a way that made his head spin. If only he could find someone to translate Prazmowskese, he would a better chance at Figuring Things Out.

After smoothing a few stray locks of blonde hair behind his ear and wiping his sweaty palms on the thighs of his leather pants, he cleared his throat to catch Nora's attention.

"Excuse me? Miss, um..." He flushed slightly. 'Miss' seemed a ridiculous term for the woman the moment it slipped out. Oh well. "Listen, I'll gladly help you out here," he lied. "But, it sounds whatever is happening here might be dangerous. Not to question your ability to make sure no harm comes to us, but if I knew this was going to happen, I would have come prepared with a little more than a tube of lip gloss." His eyes wandered the room again. Yes, something sharp and pointy in his hand would go a long way in settling his nerves.
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When Dawid felt the slim fingers of the Baron lift his chin, he looked up with fear in his eyes. Though Nora's words were kind, he'd experienced the 'kindness' of his Mistress too often so as not to be wary. A small shiver ran down his spine, and he nodded twice in rapid succession. He would repay her protection with obedience.

Still fearful, the ghoul wrapped his arms about himself and stepped back as soon as Nora's attention wandered. He wanted to crawl into some shadow and seemed happy for Julian to do the talking. He followed the Baroness when she decided to move out, keeping his eyes to the ground and his coat tightly wrapped about him. The less anyone noticed him, the better.
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"I don't know what the fuck would possess you to not come this far north without some kind of protection, but it's all good. Luckily for you, I like to be prepared. Scout's honor." She held three fingers over her heart with a wry smirk pulling at her lips, before laughing and disappearing through the door that was just behind her. She returned moments later with a dusty duffle bag slung over her shoulder, carrying it over to the nearest table and dumping it on the worn wooden surface before unzipping the bag and stepping away for them to see it's contents directly.

"I don't keep the serious heat here, but a nine millimeter will at least slow 'em down if I can't get to you fast enough. You're also lucky I'm pretty fuckin' fast, so that more then likely won't happen. But hey! Why the fuck not?" She stepped away, letting them move in to inspect and try out the small weapons she'd put before them. "All I ask is that if you've never shot one of those before, please don't try tonight. I don't feel like getting shot in the back...again."

Nora made her way back towards the door leading out into the alley, taking her phone out and texting Sullivan the address that she was about to head towards. He would know what it meant. At least she hoped he would. After absentmindedly fucking with her phone for a few minutes, she finally looked up to see if her companions were ready. The bag contained a couple simple handguns, a handful of different knives, extra magazines, cans of pepper spray, and other odds and ends that could double as creative weapons. "Make sure whatever you choose is concealed. The last thing we need is to spook the locals thinking a gang of armed hipsters are on the loose." She sighed and tucked her phone into her bra with the distressed piece of paper, "Saddle up chickadees, it's gonna be a long ride." That said, she turned on her heel and walked out into misty spring night.

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