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| Topic Started: Sunday, 3. November 2013, 20:18 (1,694 Views) | |
| Ronnie | Friday, 15. November 2013, 17:41 Post #21 |
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First George told them exactly which busses to take, and now they were supposed to use stolen cars? Why not say that at once? "I donīt know any military hand signs." And he couldnīt imagine the females here did know any either. "Whatīs the advantage of walkie-talkies? Wouldnīt headsets be better, then we would have our hands free. But sunglasses in the night? Then everything looks even darker, I donīt fancy that." Balaclavas? What the hell was that. Ronnie didnīt really want to ask, he didnīt want to look like an idiot for not knowing what that was. He also wasnīt really sure what a boilersuit was. But at least he knew the answer to Aresīs question. "Well, to me the Seneschal said that the tradition of destruction doesnīt apply to the Sabbat. So you can kill those bastards any time." |
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| Victoria Scott | Friday, 15. November 2013, 20:56 Post #22 |
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Somehow she wished she could be as polite as Aguirre was, but knowing she had never been the diplomatic type, she chose to remain quiet until everyone had shuted up, thus giving herself time to calm down and avoid more confrontations with her Camarilla counterparts. "I was a Scourge of the Camarilla of Washington when Sascha Vykos and his abominations invaded the city and our Prince decided to swap sides and started to deep-throat the Archbishop's huge, monstrous dick, thus leaving us at the mercy of his troops." she snarled. "I know the Sabbat and the Fiends well, so I can help with that part." She ran her eyes over the Kindred seated at the table, and stopped at George. "My name is Victoria Scott. There must be some kind of Camarilla census. Ask your Prince, search in the archives, whatever you need to trust me" she said, more calmly. "And let me help you. The only thing that have changed is my sign, but I'm as good as a general as I was ten years ago." OCC Edited by Victoria Scott, Tuesday, 19. November 2013, 21:04.
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| Ares | Friday, 15. November 2013, 23:03 Post #23 |
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Listen, Hand Signals work great with a team of fighters who've been in the field togethr for a while. They are a quick, quiet way of communicating information...but me pointing my hand inna direction oldng up 2 fingers or running my finger against my troat in a manner that suggests killing is easy enough to figure out...we are good there...as for phones, I would rather not bother...lets face it, we wont be calling each other up on the weekends to party...so let's just split into 2 teams. Only people need to change numbers so we can have an Alpha and a Bravo team in case we need to split up. Scott and Harisson could do just fine for that then Ares knew he was suggesting that the Cam and the Anarchs split up and not run through the streets of London holding hands and singing cumbaiya...he wasn't suggesting we not work towards the same goal...just that ifwe draw lines now and get a clear picture of who has who's back now, it will paint a clearer picture of who you can actually trust...and with a pack full of angry Brujah, anyone can look like a target once the beast takes over. He knew he wasn't being savy or warm and fuzzy by suggesting this...henever did go in for that kinda illusion anyway, so better to rip off any mask of politeness now. |
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| Jelena | Sunday, 17. November 2013, 02:41 Post #24 |
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She was confused. Who the fuck was Harisson? Another sneaky son of a bitch who didn't turn up? Or just some weird take on Harris name? Fuck, didn't matter now. What mattered was who's here and how things'd be going down over there in the east. One of her shoes snuck up to the edge of the table and helped her keep the chair balanced on the two back legs. Ellen started rocking the chair a little with her hands still behind her head. "Could also just cut the pseudo-militaristic crap and keep it simple. Keep to the agreed strategy and reacting to it according to the plan? Second ex-scourge here helping us out, would also third it." Heh, almost funny! "So big guy here suggests two teams. We're not going to split along sect lines, are we?" Because that'd kinda suck for the anarchs. or the Cammies. Depended on what point during the thing you looked at. Bit overeager and complicating shit much? |
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| Ares | Sunday, 17. November 2013, 13:30 Post #25 |
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At this point Ares had enough...his discipline was at its limits and a part off him thought "that's ok...keep talking, when we are on our way out I'll be sure to kill you...the world will be quieter with one less loud mouth." Ares gets up and finishes the job of tipping her chair back...all the way back as he gets up and kicks the chair out from under her. He stands over her, with death in his eyes, as he was contemplating putting his boot over her neck as he says calmly through fanged teeth I'll break it down more monosyllabically for you...so you can understand. Your loud and undisciplined and I don't trust working with you in an elevator, never the less in a combat situation. So, I suggested a split as you would make great cannon fodder... he really contemplates the boot to the neck...but then walks off as he can feel his Brujah blood start to boil over and his fangs descend....that urge to kill that he had been so used to feeeding was only going to get him into trouble...His beast had gotten him into a lot of troubles before...he didn't have the restraint that HARRIS had earlier with this loud mouthed slut...so he walked off and out of the room before his temper got the better of him...trailing off with Call me Primogen Harris when you are ready to execute a plan...I'll be ready. Ares exits the scene. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Ronnie | Tuesday, 19. November 2013, 11:29 Post #26 |
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Former Scourge of the Camarilla of Washington? "I would like to hear about that Sabbat stuff." And the women didnīt bother to introduce themselves, well, he would have to give them names himself then, wether they liked it or not. The blonde one, she could be called Miss B., and guess what the B stands for... She made Ares so angry that he got a bit brutal and then left. Ronnie could understand that very well. Miss Buzzy B would be an even better name. A buzzy bee that Ares would love to make stop buzzing. Ronnie finally settled fot the name Miss Double B, and she wouldnīt even know how he came up with that name. Any reaction of Ronnie towards Miss Double B instead of keeping silent would be negative, so he kept silent, not wanting to start a row. But he wondered how long he might be able to keep cool. To think of her as the buzzy bitch, that helped for now. And she was an ex-scourge, too? Oh yeah? Well, Ronnie wouldnīt entrust her with that job if he were Prince. But as if he ever got Prince, ho ho. But what kind of Prince would give her the licence to kill? A Malkavian maybe, cause you must be nuts to do that. And damn sure Ronnie wasnīt gonna be in a group she was leading. All the men here were Cammies and all the women Anarchs, it seemed. Strange thing, that. So now only two Cammies left for the planning and talking. |
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| Jelena | Tuesday, 19. November 2013, 15:06 Post #27 |
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Suddenly, her chair was gone. She didn't notice until her ass hit the floor, but she did. Bit hard, but it was more comfy than concrete. Loud and undisciplined, eh ? Looked like Mister hardass tallness here didn't like that. Preferred his anarchs standind in line and thanking him for his boot up their asses? 'Thanks for the priviledge of being commanded by you, Sir! There's a speck of dirt on your boot, Sir, shall I lick it off for you, Sir? Allow me to express my awe for your surpreme competence, Sir! Thank you for reminding me of my place, Sir!' Not going to happen! Ellen didn't evade his gaze, answering with her own death glare while her left hand slowly curled into a fist. Come get some, oh so high and mighty! Didn't happen of course, typical for Cammies! Something like even numbers and open fight? No way, that was too risky! So tall guy here left before anyone could call him out on his bark and chickened out on the interesting bit. Best not to risk being shamed in front of the boss if this couldn't be solved by a knife to the back, eh ? At least he had the balls to openly admit what the Primogen was still talking around. Cannon fodder. She had known the entire time, but now it was on the table. Grampsie would be full of joy surely. "Smell you later and fuck yourself, asshole !" Did he hear that? Didn't matter, made her feel better. Ellen got up and put the chair back to its place. She slumped back onto the chair and looked over to the pretty boy and Grampsie. Oh, the awkward silence! She loved those moments and the even more awkward when people tried to end the awkward. She waited for the meeting to continue and snickered to herself silently. |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Friday, 22. November 2013, 15:42 Post #28 |
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Oh good, at least a couple of them had some formal training; made Aguirre feel a whole lot less likely to turn to ash, especially since her training only went as far as drunken brawls and Pitt fights with certain Nosferatu gentlemen who would rue the day they ever offered her a free shot. She was more of a schemer than a fighter for the most part, though she certainly could throw down if needed. She knew that if she went through with helping the Primogen, it could end quite badly for her with as little experience as she had and as edgy as most of these motherfuckers seemed to be around each other. Ronnie introduced himself again, this time much less formally, and she kept that name earmarked in case she should run into it after tonight. "Aguirre. Nice to meet y'all," she said meekly. Introductions were always awkward, especially when she wasn't sure she wanted all of these people to know her name. George's plans were a little old fashioned--and as for Ares, she knew nothing whatsoever about military hand signals. She had a mind to mention it, too, since she'd have no idea what any of them were trying to relay when they finally had a plan to execute. She didn't like the idea of splitting off, especially when she didn't feel she could trust anyone she'd met here tonight. However, she sure would have worded it differently than Blondie did, perhaps a whole lot less disrespectfully. Still, she was right about splitting based on sect; the willowly woman barely considered those of similar mind to help her if she were in trouble; what would the Cammies do? Probably use them as bait and leave them for dead. God fuckin' damn it, whatshername. Was it absolutely necessary to cause conflict like this? Did they need another fight to break out so they could beat the grunting and growling out of one another like the primates they seemed? She could feel an ugly rumble from the pit of her stomach, beast hovering near the shores of her mind, ready to snatch ankles with its claws and drown its victims in the murky waters. Her jaw set, teeth grinding, as she watched the stoic man floor Ellen again. He used the exact words that George was hoping to avoid, and that alone proved exactly the concern she'd considered in the first place. She had to take a moment, close her eyes, inhale a very deep and very frustrated breath and let it out again slowly. Pulling that shit and then turning his back before the Blondie could even get up off the floor? What a fucking pussy. She imagined walking out after him and kicking his kneecaps in, beating his head against the floor, but that wouldn't solve anything. It just made her feel better to imagine the possibilities. "Even if you are a difficult cunt," Aguirre started, voice thick with maddened exasperation at this point, "That don't mean a single one of us is gonna volunteer to work with that piece of shit when he would obviously rather use us as meat shields." She was out of her chair now, walking around past the rest of the strangers at the table. She'd had enough of this nonsense. She was so disappointed in her clan mates, so very angry with how they treated one another after tonight that she wasn't sure she wanted to be a part of this. However, George seemed to genuinely need the help--and it couldn't hurt knowing having connections the likes of certain weapons experts and martial artists that had been here tonight, could it? On her way out, she turned to lay copper eyes on George again. "That asshole chose to be Camarilla, he's on your leash. You really oughtta yank that fuckin' leash until his neck breaks. Peace." With that, and a dismissive wave with her back turned, she was out of there. What a bunch of bullshit. If George got this idiots sorted, he still had her number. Until then, she'd contemplate a payment worth working with a bunch of fucking knuckle draggers for. Edited by Aguirre Efrain Maddox, Friday, 22. November 2013, 15:43.
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| George Henry Harris | Monday, 25. November 2013, 19:53 Post #29 |
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And there it happens... Two idiots push each other too far and my whole meeting dissolves... She's right, though: I should have a talk with him about that... Can't go on like that... Looking at Tory, he listened to her nodding, then he started speaking. "You ask a lot, Victoria, I may call you Victoria, right ? Especially when I take your words from the beginning of the meeting into account, but I'll give it a try and see how it works out, if that's fine with you..." Just as he finished speaking with a small friendly smile, the talk which had been drowned out escalated and Ares left the room, quickly followed by Aguirre... This seemed to render him speechless for a while, then he sighed. "Well, I might as well close this meeting and collect contact information and the prices of everyone still present, if you don't mind..." taking a piece of paper and a pencil from the small table next to him he passed it to Tory. |
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| Victoria Scott | Wednesday, 27. November 2013, 20:26 Post #30 |
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"I don't want to be your friend, nor to become your right hand." she said, as polite as she managed to "I just don't want to get killed down there and I don't trust hardly anyone of you, but I need you to trust me and let me do what I do because that's how I managed to save my ass 20 years before, and I'm the only one here I'm totally sure knows how to work with the Sabbat, apart from you because you surely aren't Primogen for nothing." She took the paper and a pen and wrote her phone number on it before passing it to George. "Also, I'd like to talk to you when everyone leaves, if you don't mind." |
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| George Henry Harris | Wednesday, 27. November 2013, 22:16 Post #31 |
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George looked at her and smiled. he hadn't expected anything else... Couldn't be friends with everyone, but her demanding trust from him without giving him any was... odd. Thus a bit of suspicion and doubt showed for a moment. "And I don't want you to be either, if you don't want to be... Doesn't make sense to expect everyone to be my friend, after all... I can't order you to trust me, but can't you at least try to see me as something else than just a Cam politician ? I mean, it's not like I wanted to be one..." Pausing for a while and contemplating her words he nodded. "Fact is, three men are quite few to take on the scum and as I said, I'm trying to get the clan closer together, you know... Anyway, strict separation along sect lines isn't going to work well and we both know that, I think... The question is, if I'm just a backstabbing politician for you, how can I trust you ?" Taking the card with her number and pocketing it, he nodded again. "I don't. Here or would you prefer somewhere else ?" With a small smile he passed another piece of paper to Jelena. |
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| Victoria Scott | Thursday, 28. November 2013, 15:08 Post #32 |
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"You can't. I can claim I'm trustworthy, but there's all I can and will do now. You can't trust me because all I gotta show you are words, and you can't guarantee they're true." She started, bending upon the table with her eyes fixed on George. "But I don't think you're a backstabbing politician, I think you are a politician involved in a pyramid of power controlled by at least 7 guys and a Prince. I can't trust you simply because I'm amongst the ones that want to demolish your huge Tower. And you, your fellow Primos and the Prince know that and obviously don't like the fact. And though you might end up being a nice guy, I can't say the same of the rest of the Camarilla bigwigs that sooner or later will demand my head on a pike. And even if we end up being besties, could you ensure my safety? No, you can't, because you are just one man, and there's still eight more down there." "And if there's something you can totally trust on, is that sooner or later I'll give them reasons." she thought. "I, on the other hand, am on my own. I don't pay obedience to anyone, not even the Baron. I'm far less menacing to you than you are to me." She shrugged. Couldn't be more true. That was all she could show to the Primogen, and though he could not like her words, he could see she was not lying. "Those points I want to discuss with you if I'm finally A-Team lieutenant, which looks like it. We can stay here. If you don't mind, I'll take a look at this while the others go." she said, taking the papers and sinking her eyes on them. Edited by Victoria Scott, Thursday, 28. November 2013, 15:09.
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| Ronnie | Friday, 29. November 2013, 17:56 Post #33 |
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"By the time this mission takes place, maybe some new Brujah will be in the city who might like to join. Would be worth asking anyway." So now that this planning meeting here ended, wasnīt the general meeting of the clan still supposed to continue upstairs? But Ronnie didnīt really feel much like staying, he had enough of the Anarchs for tonight. In the other cities where he had lived most of the Brujah had been Cammies and not like here Anarchs, and Ronnie had liked that a lot better. "Bye then", he said and left. First he went upstairs, then he left the building. |
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| George Henry Harris | Thursday, 5. December 2013, 11:10 Post #34 |
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With a short nod, George acknowledged Ronnies words and his exit, before turning back to Tory and speaking once he had left. "I don't care about politics... I don't even care that much about that snob at the tower and everybody knows that... I'm primogen because I was the only one left as Palmer died and I haven't seen one here who is better suited for that job than me... Perhaps the tower is a huge failure, but someone has to care for the younger here... You ask if I could ensure your safety, I ask if you wanted me to... I could say, unless you killed someone or did such damage that I had to turn you in for the sake of the clan, you could come here, this is our domain after all... Sure, I'd have to join the choir of accusation... publicly, but as long as it wouldn't be a big deal..." The unfinished sentence left the words about the domain being open in the room. Then he sat there, waiting if any of them had anything to say in regard of that or if the price of Jelena would reach him... |
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| Jelena | Monday, 9. December 2013, 01:41 Post #35 |
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And the last Cam left, leaving his Primo to the anarchs. How nice! Ellen had considered something she'd like to have for her help, but then Grampsie spoke up again. So he could protect Tory unless he had to turn her over for the clan? Ah, fuck that was hilarious! She kept her laughter back to not make things worse for the others and grabbed the paper with the price on it. She waited until Gramps looked her way and made a big gesture out of thinking over her offer and then crossed out what was on the paper and scribbled something on it while beaming a smile at the Primo. Just doubled her paycheck, and she wanted him to see it. Feel the pain, old man! She handed him the paper with a teasing grin. Perhaps he'd choke on it! Might not be the worst thing. |
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| George Henry Harris | Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 18:39 Post #36 |
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George took the paper from Jelena and looked at it with a frown before adressing her on that. "What's that supposed to be ? Hieroglyphs ? Do I look like a cryptographer or what ?" Then he put it on the table, taking a cell phone out and apparently typed a message to someone, before focussing his attention on Tory. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Jelena | Wednesday, 11. December 2013, 01:34 Post #37 |
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Ellen rolled her eyes and looked back at Gramps. Assumed that he would've been able to read that. He wasn't. That made what came next all the better. Adapt and overcome and all that jazz! "Consider finding out whats on there part of my price, Grampsie!" She jumped up from the chair and walked towards the exit, waving at the last Brujah on the stage with a broad grin all over her face. She wouldn't overstay her welcome here and if Tory and Gramps needed some private time, she'd be the last one to deny it. |
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