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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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Brujah: 2 (3)
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[ARCHIVED] - MiniQuest™ : Project 7; Mac, George & Hat
Topic Started: Wednesday, 14. August 2013, 13:35 (1,184 Views)
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Portsmouth Dock, South of England. 1am.

The sea crashes on the high tide and the rain will not stop pouring. A small covering facing the sea has been established near to the docking yard. A tall gentleman waits for your arrival, by the looks of it he’s not kindred. The man checks his watch to make sure they are running on time before looking out towards the small vessel that the party are about to embark upon. The man wears a military style flack jacket with the initials of the security company engraved on the front. His whole appearance is rugged and battle worn.

The crew for the small vessel is equally insignificant; two maybe three personnel make their way aboard. Under cover from the rain the man sets up the paperwork ready for the mercenaries to arrive. The first is a disclosure form to specify that anything that is seen on this detail is entirely confidential – the next is a waiver form, in the event that one of the party is to die or be injured in anyway, the company will not be responsible.

The more you stare at these documents and the man – the stranger it becomes. With the rain spattering over the top of the enclosure the tall gentleman impatiently waits for the team to arrive.
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Lau jumped off the back of the truck that gave him the ride to here form the airport. He was wearing a black turtleneck, black pants and black boots. Over that, he had a plain brown trench coat on to hide the look. His hair was concealed by a black woolen cap and he had on a pair of black leather gloves.

Lau was Asian, a bit older, and with a deep scar running down from his black eyebrow to his cheek. His face was narrow and devoid of expression.

He carried a simple travel bag in his hand that bobbed next to his right shin as he walked. In it he had his equipment - a long rope, flares, a miniature fire extinguisher, a couple of guns, a pack of superglue, harnesses, additional ammo, and knives. Lots of knives. The thin throwing kind that could be glued to the skin and slip past someone doing a frisk search. He preferred knives over guns. They made less noise.

In his bag, he carried a small amount of his supernatural gear. A silver blade, a holy silver cross, a clove of garlic and a small can of gasoline. There was also a coil of tripwires, but he did not have any explosives on him. He figured that thin nearly invisible, but sturdy string would come in handy for something. And, of course, he had a pen and a notepad on him. That was always necessary.

And, of course, there were a few plasma bags hidden in the bag which were his preferred choice of vitae. Just in case.

As he came to the docks, he observed his welcome party. The rain forced him to conceal himself behind his coat and he was very careful to keep his face dry.

He paused for a few moments and then resumed in a sturdy stride towards the military type. As he reached the cover, he dropped his bag and looked at the paperwork presented. After a few moments of browsing through the text, he took his pen from his pocket and placed 'Lau Izumaki' on both documents.

Then he stood in the dry, waiting for the others to arrive, occasionally glancing at the small craft and those in it, waiting to disembark.
Edited by MrHat, Wednesday, 14. August 2013, 21:49.
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Portsmouth... Back again after all these years... Working for a PMC, mercenaries so to speak... Anyway, money is money and it's not like anyone in the family who would take offence can see that... Just too bad that I couldn't visit Lizzie and her family, but that is one of the disadvantages I have now...

Having heard of this 'simple job' George had thought about it for a while. On one hand it was basically mercenary work and quite a few people he used to know or be related to would have called it dishonourable and unsuitable for former servicemen. On the other hand it allowed him to get to Portsmouth again, where he used to live until... then and to earn good money. In the end he decided to take the job and took the train to Portsmouth.

After a beer in the Bell and Anchor for old times' sake and the habitual salute to the 'stable of the old working horses' barely visible in the distance, George went to the harbour to get to his destination. He was dressed in monochrome black (combat boots, black pants, black turtle-neck underneath black leather coat, black leather gloves and black knit cap), carried his usual weaponry of 3 knives and a Browning Hi-Power and, in a standard-issue military backpack, a bit of helpful equipment (a length of rope, metal handcuffs, a wooden truncheon, a flashlight, a blanket, two spare magazines, a can of glue, a can of oil, a roll of duct tape, a mundane knife, a notepad with pencil and, should the combat knife not suffice, his grand-uncles' old Pattern 1907 bayonet).

Reaching the docks he gave Lau a short nod as greeting and walked towards the 'employer'. After reading the paperwork thoroughly he signed the documents and went to Lau to wait, if there were more people to come...
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(ooc : Ah. Good. It's moving.)

Lau saw the newcomer approach, but did not move much from where he was standing. He followed the man with his gaze until he started looking over the documents, and then he resumed watching the small boat with the catering staff.

As the other guy joined him, Lau nodded back to him, leaned closer and murmured.

" I am Mr. Lau. " He said. " For now, I'm just gonna mention that there is an inconsistency in this whole thing. "

He leaned away and spoke in a normal tone. " We'll talk more on the boat. Keep your eyes peeled. "

He figured that the rest of the team he was in should hear his suspicions, but he saw no reason to go into details until they were all assembled and on their way.

And now that Lau had made the other guy suspicious, maybe he'll start looking too, and notice something Lau had missed. Maybe he'll even be willing to share with the rest of the class.
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Question about that is why they wouldn't use their own men for that... There might be something seriously wrong with this... Anyway, not looking too bad right now, might change, of course...

After having a good look of the bloke in the flak jacket George concentrated on Lau, listening and nodding, before murmuring back.

"Harris. Think, you might be right and that might not be our biggest problem before this job is finished... I'll keep my eyes and ears open... Suggest we indeed talk 'bout that on the boat and cover our backs during this... Alright ?"
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Lau nodded. He wondered how long until the rest of the team arrives. He was feeling slightly impatient.

The rain that was crashing down upon the area did not reach him under the top so he let the trench coat hang loosely around his shoulders, lazily flapping on the shore winds.
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She wasnt particularly happy about the unusual circumstances around this assignment, but money was money and blood was expensive.

She came dressed as her usual rugged self, caring about her appearance as much as she cared about fluffy bunnies. She wore black cargo pants, the pockets tucked full of goodies she may need. Black wife beater was pulled over her protective vest, and a long rain proof jacket kept the weather out. Her massive waist length dreads were left loose and put beneath her jacket, a huge wide brimmed hat helping to keep rain out. A backpack carried a variety of goods to large for her pockets, surprisingly quiet as she moved in thick combat boots. She had a certain grace about her, tall and built like an Amazon she walked with a predatory gait that made most people cross the street to get out of her way. She didn't pay George or Mr. Lau much attention, other than a quick measuring of their danger and potential. She walked straight to the middle man they were supposed to talk to, stopping and dropping her bag with a hefty thud.

Brown eyes narrowed on the paper work, and she laughed out loud as she took it and signed a big "Fuck you." With the date. She tried to catch his eyes as she handed it to him, to imply through dominate that everything was just perfect and get him to overlook her signature. She smelled of vodka, and fuel, and fire. Certain smells that she could never be rid of, they clung to her hair as markers of the life she lived, burnt out and dangerous.

"Further details on this assignment are required."
Edited by Mac, Wednesday, 21. August 2013, 20:09.
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"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."
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Lau watched the new person approach, then made a brief grimace before his face shifted back to neutral.

The guy was just a middle man ; he did not know any more than what he had been told. And he certainly would not tell her anything.

He resumed watching the boat and waiting, his hands in his coat pockets.
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The man takes the papers and looks them all up and down. "Just get on the fucking boat." He sneers out of the corner of his mouth and they begin loading the small amount of equipment on board. The military type opens a cabin on the small vessel and signals to two bunk beds.

"Get comfy. The trip will take us around a day or so, make sure you're prepared." He looked towards the girl with the attitude once more. "You're protecting a news conference - you already know that" With a slam the iron door closed leaving the party alone finally.
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"Protecting it from Who? It's a news Conference Dick Face. Who would even be interested in that?"

Especially interested enough to Hire Fangers and Hunters. Really, this whole thing stunk. Especially being told it would a DAY until arrival? Fuck that shit. How were you supposed to 'be prepared' when they weren't told exactly what they were preparing for? She turned with a sour expression, and left to inspect the rest of the boat. If she was going to be prepared, she'd be prepared for whatever was coming from all angle's, and wouldn't take it for granted the boat ride would be an easy peasy trip. Maybe where ever the fuck they were going, they'd be attacked on the way. She'd like to search out the best places to defend her sorry ass from.

She walked like a creature stalking something, never smooth and graceful and careless but determined and mindful. Amber brown eyes washed back and forth, nose wrinkled back to catch any scents on the air. She was used to living in filth, a dirty old ship didn't bother her none to much.
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Lau tsked to himself, ducked his head into his trench coat and took his bag to the boat. He found a way cabin the military type mentioned and leaned in the darkness of a corner, crossing his arms. At least it was dry here.

The room was small, like the ship was small. Two bunk beds, few folding chairs and a small round dining table was all the furniture there was. That and an empty wall cabinet, for storing cans or something. A single shop light hung from the ceiling barely illuminating the table and chairs leaving much of the room hidden in darkness. A lightning flashed over a single round bulk-hole window giving him a glimpse of the restless waters.

A day or so of journey by boat. The plasma bags he had brought would help him endure that, but what would the others do ? More so, those plasma bags were supposed to be his emergency stash, and now he had to use them even before the job started.

And on top of that, a day of trip meant that part of it would be spent in sunlight. That would be an added difficulty. Bulk-holes would have to be boarded shut and the doors locked. He did not know about the rest of the team, but he intended to stay awake the whole time during the trip.

He lit a cigarette and waited for the others to come down here too to share his suspicions with them. And to get to know them. It was important to know who to stick with, and who to watch out for.
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George decided to get to the cabin and have a look... There would be someone to ask about the details on site. And if not... Well, then this unfriendly fellow had a bit of bad luck, if he insisted on being unfriendly...Looking at the cabin, it had exactly the same non-existant charm as the ones back in the Merchant Navy in the fifties and sixties used to have... With a sigh he let himself fall on one of the beds and looked at his 'teammates'. Time to get to know each other, but how ? After thinking for a while he looked around again, then raised his voice.

"Well then, we're obviously three strangers on a mission with too little information for my taste and an unclear outcome... So I think, we'd have to get to know each other and our abilities to become a team and get some practical training before we reach the destination, if we can... Might seem a matter of fancy waistcoats to you, but I think our lives may depend on our degree of cooperation... Anyone wants to start the introduction ?"
Edited by George Henry Harris, Wednesday, 11. September 2013, 12:16.
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A brief yellow flash illuminated his face in the darkness as Lau lit his cigarette and took a slow drag from it. There was a sound of a lighter flicked closed, and the orange amber of the cigarette descended to the area of Lau's waist.

" I am Mr. Lau. " He said in a soft Asian voice. " I am of the Kings, but of no sect in particular. "

The business of sects and clans should be put aside for this job. He would do so, at least. It would be a bad thing if some half-assed hostility between, say, a Brujah and a Ventrue endangered them all.

Also, he preferred to use the so-called 'safe' words for this mission. He felt safety was underrated even in this cabin.
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The wind whistles through the confines of the boat as they speed along at quite a surprising speed. The military type is nowhere to be seen for the duration of the journey, the air is chilly as the small crew move around the deck outside. Before you have time to think a young man pops his head through the cabin door. He trembles slightly. “I.. I have been instructed to bring you these..” He hesitantly hands over a few blood bags. “I..m not quite sure why you would be needing ‘em. Maybe for medical? Anyways I gotta get going...”
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It would take Mac a while to find the cabin, as she'd scour the main deck first and learn the boats lay out. This would definitely be the first at sea gig she'd ever undertaken, and that left her feeling more trapped than she'd like. She could swim yeah, she had no doubts about her physical fitness and her ability in the water but she didn't -want- to end up as shark bait or something stupid.

She entered the cabin area, free of the down pour that was reigning from the heavens outside. She shook off her coat at the door, and then removed the wide hat that had been keeping her mildly dry. Her clothing underneath was dark, cargo style, and fit a surprisingly ammount of things in the plethora of pockets. Some of them had been sticked on top by hand, to create more storage space. You really couldn't stay dry in weather like this though, even inside the moisture in the air was thick and clung to skin and clothing. Brown eyes swept over the cabin, noting the two beds with a look of more than annoyance. She looked at the blood bags, before dropping her large back pack on the floor of the cabin and looking to see if there was a place to hang her coat. Nope. She just tossed it on the floor with her bag. Then a boy was bringing the two fangers blood bags, and she watched him with cool eyes. Nothing for her. Asshats, but that was okay. She packed her own food for shit like this. A large silver flask withdrawn from a pocket, a very potent scent of 96% polish vodka from within as the cap screwed off and she took a swig. She then sat in the corner away from the bonding pair, letting the boys have the bunks. It was like a sleep over, yey. Were they going to fucking paint each others finger and toe nails too?

"Mac." That's about all she was offering on that front.



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Lau nodded to the young man who popped into the cabin. " The less you know the better. Spread the word that we do not wish to be disturbed until we arrive. Speaking of, what time will we be arriving ?"
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