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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 25. September 2013, 05:39 (3,315 Views) | |
| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Tuesday, 26. November 2013, 07:20 Post #41 |
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"Well aren't you a pretty little snake in the bushes?" Cute. Aguirre, the snake? She'd read before that Lilith was the serpent in the Garden of Eden--but if this was Heaven on Earth, this lowly little Brujah wasn't so bothered being it's voice of reason, pushing the fruit of knowledge, being evicted--so to speak. The cool tone taken by the Blonde was somewhat unexpected, but only because she hadn't heard her talk much in the singular meeting they'd had. She didn't like the idea of being shut in the Tripper and outnumbered, although at least they were talking now instead of running one another through with pool cues. "I can't fucking believe this right now, Aguirre. What the fuck are you doing? What are either of you fucking doing?" Her gaze wavered; she was trying to remove the problem before he got his head taken off is what, not to mention at least attempting to back her closest confidant while submerging into the hot water she'd unintentionally caused to boil. Fuck, this had gone nowhere near the way she'd planned. All she wanted was to know what Sawyer was talking about, make sure he was in one piece. She hadn't wanted to face off with the Baron and her associates. To be honest, it made her nervous to deal with the baron when she was in a good mood--because she'd seen Nora in a bad mood, and it usually meant a fight, if not blood and venom. Sullivan was just as capable of carnage. It was unsettling to be stuck on the wrong side of both of them,and the forcefully decisive Ventrue. What the fuck was the Box, anyway? Why was it a necessary threat, and come to think of it, how long had it been since she'd seen Sullivan? ...Not since their adventures in Camden, she reckoned. All this time, that large part of the city was still in ruin, and it seemed no coincidence that the Irishman had been seemingly absent. She was surprised he remembered her name at all; either way, at least he was talking sense. It was nice to see some self restraint. It was lucky that Sawyer was able to so eloquently able to express just how much trouble would fall on the shoulders of the Anarchs if they harmed the Primogen, and hopefully Nora would believe him. He had no reason to lie to her, not when he'd intended for Aguirre to tell her in the first place. To have one of the others speaking on their behalf was somewhat comforting, let her straighten slightly into her normally slouching posture. However, the request of official paperwork? They weren't supposed to have their hands on this information. No one was supposed to have this information. There was literally no way for him to get Little Miss Xerox the copies she needed without someone knowing. Considering what little she knew about the Nosferatu at this point, she could at least assume that they knew how to encrypt files, and knew damn well when said encrypted files were being accessed. |
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| Leslie | Tuesday, 26. November 2013, 21:34 Post #42 |
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Flemish... furry... flirty... feline! (YODO) Perfection Purrs!
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Her own nails were pushing in her skin as her eyes were still fixed upon the door that hid away the deepest darkest secret of the Tripper. Tiny shivers went through her body. Shivers of fear. Tension was growing within her. Why did the Box fell from the lips of that Ventrue angel? Leslie was determined not to go there again! Not again! Cub... The word rang in her head until it woke her up and poked through her bubble. Her head jerked in his direction. Her eyes sharp, dark and with hints of red staring at Sullivan. Anger at first. He had saved her but left her as well but then... then she seemed to fall apart. His words seeped in her mind and the fog left her head. Suddenly she became aware of how terrifying Sullivan looked. And his eyes! There was something in his eyes. Something new, deep.... it was primal. She did not know what it was but she didn't dare to look at him at the moment. The young Gangrel wrapped her ams around Sullivan like a child holding on to her dad. "I've hardly been outside my Haven. I'm scared. I don't know what is going on. We need you. Nora needs you. I need you. Please don't go away again!" Her voice was a mixture of sobbing, whispering and at times some words were very loud. Her entire body was shaking like a leaf. Even the words... she is one of us now... couldn't stop her fearful shudders from rolling over her body. |
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| Sullivan | Tuesday, 26. November 2013, 23:24 Post #43 |
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The Black Lion froze a moment, not unused to having someone's arms around him, but at the same time not used to the context. To Nora, he had been a lover. To Leslie, he was a mostly absent surrogate sire. The two held very different places in terms of what they were to the Irishman - but he had somehow not thought on how odd it was to be seen as somebody's Sire, even an adopted one. With an awkward movement he laid his arm over leslie's shoulders and chuckled uncomfortably, "Didn't really intend ta leave, Cub." He looked over at Nora and Aguirre in particular, the two who had also been present the last time he'd been an active part of the London Nights. "I went after Pink-tie. Calvin, whatever. By the time I caught up to him, the ground was already bein' blown apart... If I hadn't earthmelded I'd never've survived. Considerin' that this is the first night I've been on the surface... Well, it ain't just a lot ta take in fer all o' those who've been up here." He skipped the details of feeding on trapped people rather than helping them, and of exactly what had happened between the collapse and now. He was more than aware that the world had spun on without him. True, Leslie specifying that Nora needed him gave the Black Lion some hope... But he tried not to let on. Not here. There were a few reasons - not least of which was that Nora really needed to focus on giving him orders, and he really needed to focus on executing them - but the only one that mattered, the only reason Sullivan had managed to drag himself back to the surface, was to see Nora again. It was shocking, to remember how desperately a part of you needed someone. Sullivan had known that Nora was worth trying to repair his bridges with - something they'd tried to do but never finished - but he'd been surprised how unacceptable, inconcievable he had found the possibility of never seeing her again to be. He sighed, and disentangled himself from his scared - and slightly too huggy, but everyone was different - adopted childe, and looked to Nora specifically, "Look. I'm not a talkin' guy - I'm at home in the field, doin' somethin'. Ye have Espen here, an' she's a better diplomat than I ever was - nevermind now, with the Lion King hair an' the layer o' earth scattered all over. But my phone still works - I checked - an' ye know my number." He sighed - much as the feral hunger that plagued every gaze still remained, the prospect of leaving the scene without even touching Nora's shoulder or holding her close clearly pained him. The Lion had fought upward from beneath London's sewers to get this far, and now would deny himself the goal he had aimed for - purely because like it or not, she needed a ground team to gather the Anarchs. By force, if they wouldn't come willing. "Baron... Nora. I know me even bein' here makes no sense from where yer standin'. Little bit far-fetched fer me too, I can tell ye that fer free. But I climbed back out o' that pit because I couldn't abandon ye again. Not when ye still need me... Even if only fer the spare claws." He smirked slightly at that. They both knew that as savage as Sullivan could be, it had never been claws that Nora had needed from him. Just a stable anchor to keep things in line with themselves. "We'll talk. Or ye'll hit me. Or both, I... I don't rightly know fer sure. But we need ta get the Anarchs rallied and aware first." Edited by Sullivan, Tuesday, 26. November 2013, 23:27.
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| Nora Penvellyn | Wednesday, 27. November 2013, 04:00 Post #44 |
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Nora leaned against the table, her arms crossed beneath her bust and her eyes on the floor as she listened to the words falling out of Sawyer's mouth. So he had good intentions in coming here? That only made it that much harder to get a grip. She was seething, literally feeling as if she were about to bust at the seams with the fury that fucking Warlock had instilled in her. But there was nothing she could do to get rid of it. She couldn't take it out on Mickey and Minnie, not in good conscious... Did she really have one of those? It would appear so, as all she could do was sigh and shake her head as he laid it all out for her. He didn't have to protect the babbling idiot that lit this raging fire under her ass and set her off like a goddamn roman candle, but he did anyways. Despite how annoyed she was with the current circumstances, his integrity and loyalty was admirable. "...Godfuckingdamnit..." She finally lifted her gaze, looking up at the ceiling and trying to wrap her mind around everything that'd just been dropped on her shoulders. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. She wanted to fucking hit something, but she couldn't. All she could do was pound her fist against the table in defeat and let out an aggravated moan. This fucking sucked. All of it. Trying to put a muzzle on her Beast, make sense of the clusterfuck that was what was really going on, having no one to take her fucking frustrations out on, and seeing a ghost. Her eyes flickered to Sullivan's warily. Their voices created a cacophony of annoying reasoning in her mind. He shifted himself between her and them, raising his hand up like a white flag as he spoke. Hearing his voice was supposed to be soothing, but it did nothing of the sort to her nerves. He was supposed to be dead. She'd spent the last nine weeks drifting through one empty room to another trying to come to terms with this, hoping at some point she'd walk into the Tripper and find him at the Bar and return to her haven to see him sprawled out on the sofa. It never happened, and she was finally starting to accept that it never would. But here he was, staring at her like she was piece of meat and trying to talk sense into her. Leslie fussed and caught his attention, pulling him away from her. Something she was silently thankful for. Looking between Espen, Sawyer, and Aguirre, she finally opened her mouth, "Whoever the fuck this bloke is, he's got some balls. That's for fucking sure." She sighed and pushed off the table, stepping closer to them and glancing at Sullivan sideways as her hands fell on her hips, "I have an old friend in Los Angeles, and last we spoke, he was still in pretty tight with the Baron there," Her gaze shifted to Sawyer, "I'll see if I can't get in contact with him and find out what the fuck's with this guy. Because something tells me if he pulled this kind of shit in the 'States, he'd already be fuckin' dead... They don't take too kindly to acts of terrorism in those parts." Her eyes found the Primogen's lifeless features once more, like fuel for the fire, "I'll do what I can to help you with this on my end, but that doesn't excuse the actions of your Primogen. You're fuckin' high if you think I'm gonna let you walk out of here with him in your custody. I'll drag him to the Prince and see to it that punishment for his foolish, hostile, and shitty representation of his Sect and Clan is carried out swiftly and just myself, thank you." That said, she made her way back to her booth she'd been hiding out in before everything went to shit and grabbed her jacket, shrugging into as she called to the barkeep, "You got the keys to the 'Rover?" He nodded, standing up straight and going down to the other end of the bar, rummaging behind the counter and producing a set of keys and tossing them to her. She caught them and looked between the three of them, gaining her more respectable composure back, "I got a truck out back. Load 'em up, and your more then welcome to ride with. We can sing kumbaya and have a circle jerk on the way," she crooned sarcastically with a smirk. It wasn't the brightest smile in the world, but it was a hell of a lot better then her bared teeth... Or the Lion's hard, menacing stare. |
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| Sawyer | Monday, 2. December 2013, 22:10 Post #45 |
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He knew things had the brightest little chance of turning out okay as soon as the wild-eyed Gangrel stepped in front of him, standing up for Cammie strangers against his own mate. Sawyer's face was determined, fists clenched, eyes darting from one figure to the other. They had a chance now, didn't they? He gave a short nod of assent to Espen. "Yeah, I can get you a copy of the manifesto. The prince took it down, 'long with a couple other weird-ass posts, and we shut the whole system down afterwards. But there's logs, it was all posted publicly." Better for as few anarch eyes as possible to see the thing, though, lest someone decide Blackwood was on to something. Sawyer could imagine some young idealistic dumbasses running off to 'set the night ablaze with glory', or however the troll had put it. Better to keep all that as quiet as possible. There was no harm in handing a copy off to the baron, however. That baron, however, seemed to roar back to unexpected life, looking between all of them as if she couldn't quite decide whether to throttle someone or pat him on the back for his display of nerve. But when she spoke again, it wasn't exactly to say what Sawyer had hoped. "You're fuckin' high if you think I'm gonna let you walk out of here with him in your custody." Argh. Fair enough. Of course it couldn't be that easy. Nora had captured the little bastard fair and square, and now she wasn't going to let go of her prey. Well, in that case, she'd just gained a Nosferatu stalker for the night. He might be the only one who actually wished this had just ended in holding hands and singing Kumbaya, but he wouldn't let that stop him for at least trying to preserve diplomacy. "Okay," he said, giving a short nod. "Any help or information pertainin' to Blackwood would be appreciated, ma'am. And yeah. O'Dweer stays with you. But so do I. I ain't turnin' my back on a primogen, not tonight. Too much could happen between here and there. Not that I don't trust y'all... but I don't trust y'all." He smiled and gave a gentle shrug. It was as simple as that, really- this was the baron's domain, and there wasn't anything he could do besides stick around and make sure she did as she said with the primogen. |
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| Nora Penvellyn | Saturday, 7. December 2013, 15:20 Post #46 |
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"That's fine. I wouldn't trust me either after the shit he pulled." Nora shrugged rather indifferently and flashed him another fangy smile. The idea of being followed around by a Nos and his mousy chicky babe sounded interesting to say the least. She'd never seen the kid before, but that didn't necessarily surprise her either. She and him had a lot more in common than either of them would ever care to admit with their flaws and abilities. Trust? That shit went out the window a long fuckin' time ago with prohibition and chivalry. But truth? Now that... That was where the gold was. That was where people like Sawyer, Nora, and Sullivan operated, because at the end of the day, trust can come and go just as easily as the fuckin' wind. She looked to Espen, "I'm gonna text you Mathias' digits. He's a Ravnos and long time friend of mine. Let him know I'll be coming and arrange accommodations for just one. I'll be alone this time." She looked over her shoulder to Sullivan, to find both of them looking at her. Whatever they were talking about... She probably didn't want to know in the first place, "If he asks why, you can tell him I've been fiendin' to go jumping from fire escapes again. He'll get it." Nora smirked at the memory that was fresh in her mind as she turned to the Primogen's slack form and then back over her shoulder to the Lion that'd returned in her mate's place, "Can you come along? Make sure these stakes don't come out while I'm driving?" That'd be most unfortunate. Then she'd just drive them all into the bottom of the river and lose her shit down there. |
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| Alarik | Monday, 9. December 2013, 02:40 Post #47 |
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"Papers, Please."
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