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| Topic Started: Sunday, 3. November 2013, 06:54 (1,578 Views) | |
| Ares | Sunday, 3. November 2013, 06:54 Post #1 |
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The smell of curry wafts though the air as Ares walks up the 6 stories it takes to get to his flat. The smell taking him back in his mind to an assignment he had in Pakistan, nights he would not soon forget. It made him wish to call her, but he remembered she was dead, about a third of his mates over time were either dead or in the ground or sleeping it off for a while. And maybe that's the path Ares should have taken, a nap, but instead he chose England. Perhaps Eddie was right, a leopard can't change his spots. Memory lane and past regrets aside, he pushed on up the six stories like it was nothing, it was the advantage of picking a flat in a building where the lift was out of commission. Tactical Advantage Number 1. The creaking steps keep him alert to people coming or going up and down the steps too...Tactical Advantage Number 2. He exited the six floor and walked up to his door at the end of the hall, it was a quiet space with no lights and creacky floor boards, and buying the two flats that his humble abode shares a wall with on either end of the hall, as well aw the flat below on the 5th floor makes for Tactical Advantages Numbers 3, 4, 5, & 6...it always payed to live in shitty, easily affordable, very easily affordable homes in the slums...and with the mountains of cash he made as a mercenary over the last 20 years, this routine was easy enough to set up...and these crap-tastic havens also delivered another sort of advantage. . .quick snacks that if shit got out of control, with jokers that hardly anyone would miss. He looks back, jiggles his keys in the door and enters, taking one last look back down the hall before closing it and locking the several locks he installed. He flips the lid and looks out the eye hole down the hall for a few minutes before being satisfied that he is good to go. The years have given him cause for such measures and possibly it was paranoia, or PTSD, or possibly it was the fact that killing Vampires, Ghouls, and other human resources like warlords under a specific Cainite or bankers that back rival contractors would make you some rather powerful enemies...and as much as he liked working for Nightwatch, it left him with an itchy trigger finger and a need to keep looking over his shoulder, living in dimly lit havens to be defended better versus actually spending his hard earned cash on a more luxurious accommodation. After all, he ashed enough Cainites and broke enough necks to be able to live like a Ventrue...but Tactical Advantages were more Important. He turns on his laptop and turns on his blue tooth earbuds and checks for any email traffic on his securred and encrypted accounts while he sat on the sofa and began to take his guns apart for cleaning. |
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| Ares | Tuesday, 5. November 2013, 17:31 Post #2 |
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Seeing no emails popped up yet, he starts to clean his guns and sharpen his knives. He next puts the tools away and fires off an email to Eddie. "I know that you are enjoying the 'I told you so' moment...you were rigjt, I cant change my spots. I just came from a meeting with the Princeand the Brews out here...seems they have a need for kindred with my skill set. And I'm fine with that, but you threw me at a city with one of the strictest gun laws on the planet...luck for me I brought Rico and Lucy...cause knuckle dusters are about alk I can use here. I'm going to go online tonight and see if I can't find a new pair of those ceramic ones I left with my shit in New York...they are great for sneaking past metal detectors. Well old man, I gotta go, emsil me back soon you dirty ole pirate. -Ares" After that, he logs onto a soldier of fortune website and looks for new gear, like ceramic knuckle dustets while he starts to carve some stakes. |
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| Ronnie | Sunday, 10. November 2013, 19:32 Post #3 |
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Ronnie was surprised that he had been invited by Ares to his haven. Ronnie was a clansmate, but even so, rarely kindred told even to their clansmates where their haven was. This should be the right address. The smell of curry would have been tempting over twenty years ago, but not any more. Ronnie went up the creaking steps. It seemed to take forever, and that creaking sound was a bit annoying. What a difference to the house Jeremy lived in. But Ronnie would prefer to live here than in such a posh house. The Brujah arrived at the sixth floor and walked until the end of the hall. It was quite impossible not to hear him coming really. So which was now the right door, he simply knocked on one of them, surely Ares had heard him already anyway. Ronnie hadnīt even tried to approach silently. |
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| Ares | Monday, 11. November 2013, 08:02 Post #4 |
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Ronnie would hear a series of locks unlocking, to include what sounded like a shotgun de-cocking...then the door opens and Ares stands over him in the doorway. A more welcoming, yet awkward smile crosses his lips after giving one more look over Ronnie's shoulder. Welcome...come on in and drop off your stuff...mi casa es su casa He says that and moves out of the doorway to allow Ronnie in to the spartan looking abode. Just a couch, a laptop, an empty fridge and a lamp...there were a few other items in the apartment, like a bed and a small radio, but those were in the bedroom...Ronnie was welcome to them. Ares closes the doors, locks them and looks out the peephole for a few seconds before putting his shotgun down in the corner. His knife and the stakes lay next to his laptop on the couch, which was by far, much nicer than the apartment. Ares pulls out a chair from the kitchen and says So, you made it, good...hope you don't mind, I had to fire my decorator so the place looks rather bare at the moment. he says with a grim laugh...and you might think, after seeing him put the shotgun in the corner, that that might of been a pun on the word "fired." |
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| Ronnie | Monday, 11. November 2013, 11:28 Post #5 |
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Ronnie smiled at his clansmate and stepped into the flat. "Hi, nice to see you, Ares." The shotgun didnīt worry or offend him at all, he understood that it was sensible to take precautions. It might have been whoever and not Ronnie who came here. "So maybe I should apply to become your new decorator? But I wouldnīt make a good job, I fear. I even forgot to bring you a bunch of flowers." Ronnie grinned broadly. A Brujah getting all fussy about decoration, that was so unbrujah-like, even the thought of that was hilarious. "You sure donīt make it easy for any hit-man to get at you here. Anyway, thanks for that leap of faith, telling me where your haven is. I wonīt tell anybody, of course." He looked at the chair that Ares got here. "Is that for me, to sit on? I wonder if weīre the only Cammie Brujah here beside George. But there are masses of Brujah Anarchs... I saw you at Blythe House, rushing past, I had my presentation in the same night." |
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| Ares | Monday, 11. November 2013, 19:33 Post #6 |
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He laughs heartily at the flower joke...it was a clever pun. Yes, sit brother...yea, that is the point...nobody sneaking up on the flats. ..I own the two adjacent ones and the one below this one in case of the the need for a quick get away. So, the bedroom is there unkess you want to grab one of the ones in the ither 2 flats. I ain't slept in any of them yet...and probably won't...my ptsd usually keeps me crashing on the couch. So, yea, I remember you at the Prince's place...so, Ronnie, speaking of the Prince, what's the deal with him, you, and these heads? |
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| Ronnie | Tuesday, 12. November 2013, 13:30 Post #7 |
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Ronnie sat down on the chair. "So you own four flats here? Well, thatīs handy, not to have any noisy or nasty neigbours. And youīre suggesting that I live here, too?" Ronnie was amazed and happy about that. "Oh, thatīs great...thank you so much. I can pay you some rent as soon as I finally earn some money. Iīm so glad if I can sleep in a flat instead of the car. Maybe in one of the two beside this one? We might be getting on each otherīs nerves otherwise, living in the same flat." But what did he mean with that strange abbreviation. "Pts...? I donīt really know what you mean, what do those letters stand for?" His mood turned a bit sour as soon as he started talking about the prince. "Deal? Oh well, I had no choice but to agree to it if I want to stay here. To get permanent permission to stay in London I have to bring the Prince a sackful of sabbatie heads. Did he demand something similar from you for that damn permission to stay?" |
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| Ares | Tuesday, 12. November 2013, 22:34 Post #8 |
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PTSD...Post Traumatic Stress Disorder...means I got a problem sleeping because of all the Shit I've seen...they used to call it shell shocked...I call it a need to sleep on the couch cause it's safer then sleeping tucked away in a comfy bed. No, the Prince didn't ask me for that...which, by the way, makes you the scariest Santa Claus ever, and my hero...No, he did say he wanted me on some kind of security detail though with the Seneschal. Anyway, Santa, I'll be your helper, but if you call me a "Little" helper, we are gonna come to blows...hahahahaha Ares says with his grim laughter. All kidding aside though, I can help you with the Sabbat...everyone has a pastime, or a hobby, for me, it's killing Sabbat. France was where I had my first taste of it back in WWII, and I've been doing it ever since, New York, Berlin, Greece, The Middle East and Africa...It was where I got the money to afford all this. Back in New York I met this Ventrue...I know...but bear with me...and he had an idea to start a military contracting company...really, it was just his way of crusading against the Sabbat and the Assamites. It made him a whole lot of money, but more importantly, earned him a whole lot of status within his own clan...and so, because I'm a survivor, quick on my feet, and happy to pull a trigger, I mad a fortune working for him...unlike my friends though, I didn't go spending my money like I wasn't gonna live to see tomorrow night...I grew up poor and new how to live without spending a lot way before ever became a Brujah...so, don't worry about rent or shit like that...I only got 2 rules to staying here, don't go killing anyone here, by that I mean losing control feeding...and two, don't leave your shoes in the hall...that drives me nuts...anything else, and we are cool brother. |
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| Ronnie | Wednesday, 13. November 2013, 10:35 Post #9 |
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Ronnie wasnīt aware, that for different reasons he had a PTSD, too, he himself couldnīt put a name to his symptoms. "I never take mortals into my haven to drink from them and never had a habit of leaving shoes in the hall, so no problem there. I think Iīll sleep on the sofa, too, I donīt like sleeping in a proper bed either. Because they used to tie me to a bed in the fucking loony bin. So I just had to lay there and couldnīt move. But Iīm not mad, I didnīt even get mad in the bin although they tried their best. So I really hate doctors and shrinks. Why should I like people who honestly think they can heal somebody with electroshocks. And do you know why I got into the bin? Because my own mother put me there after I beat back for the first time. But youīre not telling this to anybody? And Mr. Blücher so much reminded me of the damn doctors. He even asked the same sort of catch questions. And I donīt believe him either that he wants my best. With so few Cammie Brujah in London he should be glad weīre here and shouldnīt use me up as kannonfodder immediatly. My sire used to say donīt fight against the Sabbat all alone because they are never on their own and I might not survive fighting against several ones on my own. And that prince sends me there on my own." Ronnie still felt so much pissed off by that. "I was embraced with 19, I never was a mortal soldier, and he could surely guess that. You look much more like someone who might survive a fight against Sabbaties even all alone. I donīt look like a warrior Brujah. Even so he puts you just on a security job and me he wants to be his Santa who brings him Sabbat heads? Youīre a real good buddy, that you want to help me with this. Maybe about you the prince thought you are worth keeping, and about me īYou little cute Brujah have to prove youīre a real Brujahī. Well, I can fight quite well, but Iīm not that old, and I havenīt ever been in a fight against the Sabbat. I have never even killed anybody, kindred or kine. Killing, doesnīt that make one harden up quite a bit? I would imagine it does. Iīve been only on one-man-missions until now. Something like hunting down a certain Anarch and bringing him to the Sheriff staked. But Iīm no coward, so Iīll do my best anyway." Ronnie was amazed to hear about Ares past. "You have done a lot. How old are you then? I was born in 69, so I would be middle-aged now if I was a mortal. But I donīt feel middle aged really. We can watch each otherīs backs a bit on that Sabbat mission lead by George, canīt we? I wouldnīt really like to rely on some of those Anarchs. They seem to be into stealing, well Iīm not. I didnīt even steal when I was living on the street after I got out of the bin. But theyīll think Iīm useless because I canīt even wire a car. Iīm not a thief, I have worked for my living after my embrace. And they talked as if one should be ashamed if one isnīt a thief. Well, but Iīm not ashamed of that." |
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| Ares | Wednesday, 13. November 2013, 19:08 Post #10 |
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Ares thought to himself that Ronnie could prove to be a good fighter, despite lack of formal military training...what he had in guts more than made up for it. I was born a while ago...but nothing crazy by comparison to a lot of us. I was born in 1910, in Greece, but moved to Brooklyn, New York when I was a baby. I was embraced as an older adult in 1944 during WWII...I had been a First Sargeant in the Airborne Infantry by that point...since my embrace, I've been lucky enough to have traveled a lot and met a lot of Brujah...I don't care to much about everyone else I've met though...but you and I are part of an elite team now...the few, the proud, the brave...The Brujah of this city's Camarilla...hahaha. In truth, I don't care about the politics of our sect, like so many others say, but I do hate the Sabbat, and that's why I am here. My sire was a Cammi, and so, here I stay...so, as far as old Ventrue Princes go, He's typical...so many of them are used to us Rabble hating them off the bat that they do shit like that to see where we are at...it sucks cause it's not the same shitvthey do to other clans. ..but at the same time, we get more leeway them most do, especially their own. Now, as for watching each others backs, that's the best way to stay alive. We need to work together cause I guarantee those Anarchs won't have our backs when it's push comes to shove...and that's fine cause if it came down to me saving one of my own or one of them, I'd do the same. You know, the nice thing about this flat is that it lets you be able to practice cqb....close quarters combat, room clearing tactics, urban warfare...refine that raw skill you got. I always saod it's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog...I can take what you got and improve it...I can tell by looking at you that you got heart, and I'd take that over years of military training...cause when it gets down to the nitty gritty, and it will when we do that raid, heart is what gets you back home...a quick reload and a sharp knife doesnt hurt either though. Now, what kinda weapons are you packing? |
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| Ronnie | Friday, 15. November 2013, 00:50 Post #11 |
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"1910? Gosh, then youīve seen a lot. Iīm no Camarilla hardliner myself, nor was my sire. Heīs a communist. For him the Camarilla is the least evil and for me, too. The Sabbat, thatīs all monsters without morals. And the Camarilla consists of so many arrogant liers who are good at backstabbing and using others. So I can even understand that Anarchs dislike the Cammies. But Iīve seen enough Anarchs to know that I donīt want to belong to that bunch. Some are quite all right, one out of ten maybe. But to watch and listen to that lot all the time, I think I would be in constant punch-ups then. To have no manners at all is not much better than being obsessed with etiquette, like some Cammies are. I really wouldnīt like to be in Georgeīs place, being Primogen. Politics, thatīs so much falsehood and foul play, powerhungry folks using all sorts of schemes to get even more power. But pretending that all they do is just for the good of the sect, oh yeah. In reality they just do it for their own good. If I do something useful for the powerful now and then, that at least has the effect that Iīm less likely to be used as a scapegoat. So thatīs why Iīve tried to make myself useful. I donīt fancy being crushed." The Ventrue certainly were an arrogant bunch, at least most of them. And maybe even someone like Jeremy would become like that sooner or later. "I wouldnīt want to be a Ventrue. The Prince might be slightly friendlier to me then, but so what, and that could soon change if I do something a Ventrue is not supposed to do. God, that would be awful, to be slave to a hundred rules and regulations." And Ronnie imagined that this was what it was like among Ventrue. Rules and more rules that you had to follow. And he remembered how worried Jeremy was that anybody might notice that he was gay. Being gay didnīt fit into the picture of being a Ventrue, obviously. "I would love to be very tall and strong looking like you, but by now Iīve accepted being a short lightweight. It has its advantages. Makes me very agile, and thereīs less surface that can be hit. Itīs easier to score a hit on a big instead of a small target. Iīve done lots of fight training with different weapons and also without weapons, I thought itīs good to be flexible. Yeah, we really should do some training fights. The fhree flats here, sure, thatīs good for training, I havenīt done that before. George said on the sabbat mission we should use stealth and not make too much noise while fighting. So better no guns, such a noise would make the police come. I prefer my daggers and sword anyway, and thatīs what Iīll take with me. And what about you?" |
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| Ares | Friday, 15. November 2013, 03:53 Post #12 |
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![]() ![]() Rico and Lucy work well in most fights I get into close quarters, but I will also be bringing ![]() ...Matilds...my favorite machete...now, I did manage to gwt some of my guns over here to Jolly old England...if I can get down to a car parts store or some place that sells oil filtets, like for cars, I can make a silencer for my handguns....I'd need a machine to boar out the parts I needed for my shotgun...a few boot knives and those stakes I'm carving and that should be good. . .we are gonna need a meet wagon though if we are planning on dragging out bodies for heads....pending on how long those shovel heads will last before they disappear into ash. And to answer your question from before. ...yes...once you kill enough, you don't feel it anynore. You don't fit into normal society, but that doesn't bother you anymore either. Small and slim is good, my sire was as well, and she could punch through a tank when she was angry...literally. and I'm surprisingly agile when I want to be...its the beauty of our clan...you can't judge a Brujah by his cover. Tell you what, lets go grab those oil filters and we can trade skill classes...I can teach you tactics and you can work on my agility Ares was plenty agile, but Ronnie looked very fast, and not just Celerity fast, he could tell he had a lot of fight in him...hopefully finding a store would be a breeze. |
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| Ronnie | Saturday, 16. November 2013, 17:14 Post #13 |
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"Cool." Ronnieīs weapons didnīt have names, for him they were just tools. "I smuggled my guns and other weapons over the border in my camper van, thereīs a false bottom in a cupboard, and under it are the weapons. And I looked sooo harmless that nobody suspected anything. It has its advantages not to look like a crook or a really tough guy." The expression īmeat wagonī made Ronnie laugh. "Maybe we can borrow one from a slaughterhouse. Will be quite a big sackful then, oh well..." The older any kindred got the less they fitted into īnormalī society anyway, Ronnie guessed. "Sounds good. Donīt know much about tactics, and would think I can help you improve your agility on an even better level." Ares guessed right, Ronnie was quite fast in action an reaction in a fight, even without the clan discipline celerity. "A silencer, yeah, that would be handy. Maybe we find such shops listed in the internet. Or do you just want to go outside and look for a shop, I donīt mind." |
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| Ares | Sunday, 17. November 2013, 00:51 Post #14 |
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Ares chuckled and said Sorry...that was slang, my bad...a meat wagon is a term for an ambulance...as in "he's dead meat!" Sorry brother, I forget not everyone is a Yank. That said, I can look it up on my phone as we go out. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Ronnie | Monday, 18. November 2013, 12:58 Post #15 |
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First Ronnie looked confused, then he laughed. "A meat wagon is an ambulance? Sounded more like a butcherīs van to me. English isnīt my mother tongue really, and I donīt know any American slang." Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Ares | Monday, 18. November 2013, 18:09 Post #16 |
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| Ares | Monday, 18. November 2013, 19:40 Post #17 |
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Excellent. I'll lock up. I would like to explore a little bit more while we are out. There were some interesting thijgs I saw on my way here the first time that I'd like to further explore...like the alleyway behind this building. Ares grabs his keys and hands one set to Ronnie. Here you go brother...Mi Casa Es Su Casa. Now, that said...You can always come and go as you please...never open the door for me, I have my own key and know I won't open the door for you...that will keep the obfuscated from gaining access...I will work on getting web-cams or pen-cams to replace the peep holes...Assamites can fool the eye but not a camera. Understood? he asks with a warmer, yet awkward smile, as if smiling was a thing he remembered to do but hadn't done in quite some time. |
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| Ronnie | Tuesday, 19. November 2013, 12:38 Post #18 |
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"Thanks." Ronnie put the keys in his pocket. "Yeah, thatīs fine, we donīt want any nosy Nossies up here. And certainly no Assamites." Nossies could impersonate others, couldnīt they? So they could pretend to be Ronnie or Ares, looking exactly like them but in reality it was somebody else. No, Ronnie didnīt fancy a Doppelgänger of Ares in his flat. "Itīs good to take precautions like that. Too many evil bloodsuckers about, unfortunately." |
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| Ares | Tuesday, 19. November 2013, 13:58 Post #19 |
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Well...you do what I do for a living long enough and you are3 bound to make enemies..."you killed my sire" or "you killed my childe"...that's often the case. So, I stay strong, keep sharp, and make sure I can see them coming. Ares starts the 6 floor hike downstairs, happy to shopping for stuff for his guns. So, Ronnie, you got any questions about me? |
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| Ronnie | Wednesday, 20. November 2013, 19:49 Post #20 |
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"I know what you mean...Iīve killed nobody, but Iīve hunted bloodsuckers down, for example to bring them to the Sheriff, and even that is enough to think of revenge. If the Anarchs here knew how many Anarchs Iīve hunted down they for sure wouldnīt like me and might like to give me a good kicking." Oh god, those creaky stairs again. But Ronnie had to get used to them. "Questions? Hmm...well, what do you enjoy? And did you ever have a ghoul? I didnīt have one until now, but Iīm thinking about getting one. Would be handy sometimes. But it involves certain risks of course. If the ghoul gets kidnapped he could tell somebody too much, so he better shouldnīt know too much about me. If Iīll have a ghoul I better donīt even tell him where my haven is. Donīt you think that might be better?" |
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