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by Imperialisium » Sat Oct 20, 2018 9:47 am
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by Imperialisium » Wed Oct 24, 2018 12:05 pm
by Luminesa » Wed Oct 24, 2018 2:08 pm
Imperialisium wrote:Los Angeles County Museum of Art
La Brea
The Staff of Ahriman was suspended on a clear plastic support, allowing onlookers to view the entirety of the staff from a raised plinth about half a foot off the ground, and slightly angled back to rest in the plastic cradle. The Black Iron core of the staff was wrapped in Gold wire. Giving a black and yellow diagonal pattern along the body of the staff till it reached the head. Whereby four solid Gold Gryphons reared in an ivory girdle that screwed in the top. Lapis Lazuli, a pair of rubies, and numerous sapphires studded the ivory girdle and the eyes of the Gryphons. To the Sleepers about it the staff seemed, well, mundane save for its seven figure value as an artifact. It's name after the 5th Century BC Persian Mage that forged and bore it. Yet for the supernaturally attuned it gave off a dull aura of power.
Clear, bullet proof, thick hardened plastic encased the staff. A key lock barring easy access. Along with the usual security suite of a web of invisible lasers that would sound off if one broke in at night. A weight plate underneath the case was synched to the precise ounces of the staff's own weight so someone could not just lift the case off without tripping the alarm. It was suitably protected from mundane snatching that was for sure.
Coven of the Purple Hearts
Alexei was pretty much unable to keep his nervousness from getting picked up on by the vampires in the club. He was out of place and gave off a vibe of suspicion. Innocent, but too innocent, the kind that caused trouble for establishments such as this. The Ghoul bartender obviously was tipped off by it. Sure, Alexei was technically old enough to drink. But his body language and call for water was a bit much in a seedy joint like this that could not afford to lose a liquor license. It'd be the death of their business. The Ghoul slid the glass of cold water across to Alexei and motioned for a Security guard.
The muscled, Ghoul, bodyguard walked up to Alexei and had a polite but stern tone. "Mind if we see your ID there bud?" The security guard held out his palm expectantly.
Anna's Mansion
Anna's mansion was a hub of activity as one would see numerous black SUV's, a couple of vans, and several cars idling in the lot before the expansive home. Outside numerous ghouls and vampires unloaded weapons, explosives, body armor, and all manner of instruments of combat. Loading them into a depot in the garage supervised by Ancilla's from various Camarilla clans. Anna was done letting Jakkar sulk with what few minions he had left. Tomorrow night she was going to deal with the contender who challenged her for leadership of the Camarilla back in January. To consolidate her hold over the Sect in Los Angeles and ensure no more divisions among the Ventrue Clan in opposition to her rule.
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Imperialisium wrote:Alexei's Dream
Daytime
Anna leaned in close to Alexei. So close that he could feel her breathe upon his neck. Vampires need not breathe, and generally old one's as she usually did not mother to feign to do so, but perhaps it was his mind adding that touch. "Your mind is a book to me Alexei. Tugging at your collar is not necessary. I already know what is there." Another sip of the hot cocoa. She grinned and moved away.
Anna leaned back on the couch and crossed her feet. Fluttering her tows in their rainbow calf high socks. Stretching them and her legs out as she reclined. Moving the steaming hot coca up to her perfectly reddish-pink lips she took another sip. She was obviously bemused at Alexei's reaction and his nervous words. His offer of breakfast warranted another wry smile and laugh at his mention of him not being a Michelin-star chef. "That would be lovely." said Anna in her characteristically sultry voice. She did feel his yearning to explore the dreamscape and so she spoke while he got up to prepare breakfast,"To dreamwalk is a dangerous thing Alexei. Within the confines of your own mind you are safe. But if you adventure too far outside of it, you may not find your way back, further there are things out there that walk in the world of dreams. Such things that would flay a man's soul by terror alone." Her mood darkened as she spoke those last words. Even the lighting in the apartment darkened to reflect this. Before brightening back up and her mood returning to a soft and welcoming smile. Evidently Anna know much about such horrors that stalk humanity's dreams as much as those when one is awake.
As Alexei got up to prepare breakfast he'd find a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. Her chin resting on his shoulder. "This is all you by the way." His subconsciousness, the part of the human psyche in its most raw form, she was letting it dictate how she moved. Then their hips began to sway lightly side to side. Alexei could easily still prepare breakfast this way, but one could say that his mind was indeed running wild in this literal day dream.
by Imperialisium » Thu Nov 15, 2018 3:05 pm
by Luminesa » Thu Nov 15, 2018 3:50 pm
Imperialisium wrote:Alexei's Dream
Daytime
Anna withdrew her arms from Alexei's waste as he continued his work. Instead picking up her hot cocoa and taking several sips as she wandered about the apartment. Looking at everything and anything but not prying. She did not open drawers or go through his things. Not that she really needed too. When she had entered his mind the first time back in her own residence, the night she formed the blood bonds, she absorbed many details about his life. She knew about Veronica, and had an inkling that Silvanus was up to more than his antics in regards to the former Inquisitor. Then of course their was Mikhailov, which, she would love to perform experiments on. See what makes him tick and what mysteries are rattling around that cranium of his.
But of course were was Mikhailov in this dream? Truth be told when Anna entered Alexei's dream she was careful to pack up the Mage and shuffle him far enough away in the dreamscape to not bother them.
The smell of pastries wafted to her nostrils. She sniffed the air in anticipation. While listening to every word that Alexei spoke. He was undoubtedly nervous. Be it cruel of her to test his emotions so? Perhaps. But was it intently cruel; no. Was she capable of such cruelty if she so desired it. Undoubtedly.
Turning around, her feet softly padding on the carpet of the apartment, she walked over and took a seat at the small table. At last to the heart of the matter. Alexei had guessed that this metaphorical visit was not without purpose.
Anna brought up the pastry to her mouth and took a bite. A bit of it crumpled under her soft lips and she let out a soft squeal and cupped her free hand to catch the crumbs. Her smile was genuine and she beamed at Alexei with a soft rose texture in her cheeks. She took bites of the other food and her first words were more musings than anything else.
"Long have I only been able to taste food and drink in my dreams. The downside to immortality I suppose." said Anna as she took a bite of sausage. Washing it down with coffee. Lifting up a napkin she dabbed it lightly on her lips.
"Tell me Alexei. What do you wish for most? What do you value?" she stirred her coffee a little with her spoon as she spoke. She indeed wanted to talk and did not shirk from asking very direct, weighted, hard questions right from the starting gate.
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by Luminesa » Fri Nov 16, 2018 5:57 pm
Imperialisium wrote:Saint Vincent's Catholic Church
Above the Inquisitorial Cenaculum
Mikhailov had just missed morning Mass and the sermons therein. The Church as such was practically empty when he arrived and sat silently at one of the pews. Hands clasped as if in prayer. Of course this was Konstantin Mikhailov the fake Inquisitor. Otherwise known under his fake Inquisitorial alias of Aaron Willowsby of Southern Carolina. The bishop, Amellio Verio, the aged man was conversing with a church guest in an annex of the house of worship. Talking for several moments about church affairs and the nature of the morning sermon. Apparently not noticing Mikhailov a.k.a Aaron sitting at the pews. When the member of the Bishops flock left the church with a parting handshake the old Bishop walked the pews.
"Not an early bird are you." said the Bishop to Mikhailov. Evidently the Bishop did not recognize Mikhailov a.k.a Aaron as he walked up with a smile on his wrinkled face. As for the Society of Leopold none of their members could be readily seen. They were either apparently in the Cenaculum below the Church or else ware.
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