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by New Minahasa » Mon Aug 13, 2018 7:15 am
by Luminesa » Mon Aug 13, 2018 9:00 pm
Finsternia wrote:Simone de Angelo
"A Bridge of Arcadia?" The young Acanthus looked down at his hands, at the fine ground rainbow powder. This is his key for escape. This is his key to freedom. His eyes shone brightly, remembering his spell from last night. His magic has not failed him. Lady Luck pulled the strings once again, leading him to the next chapter of the story, one closing to the climax in which he can finally leave. Though... something worried him. It is true that the powder still carries potent power within them but he couldn't sense any of the powers of Space lingering. He looked up at Kannon and asked. "The... The Bridge is broken... Perhaps we can try to use the remnants or piece it together? Please Mother Kannon... Bring me to your cavern..."
Silvanus
As the Gargoyle Brutus unceremoniously, and without dignity, ripped Silvanus' clothes, his scarred body is for everyone to see. Long cuts, deep cuts, serrated cuts, claw marks, burns, stitched wounds, wounds made by barbed wire, wounds made by supernatural and holy means, all preserved by the Malkavian's desire to remember each and single one again. Now, he shall have a new set of scars to remember, scars that he will never forgive. 'Putrid stone leech.' The first whip cracked against undead flesh, ripping apart skin and muscles like it hit some soft ripe fruit. Flesh and potent vitae flew, scorching Anna's expensive carpet. Whip upon whip descended, sending the Elder gritting his teeth through the pain. His aura is getting unstable as time passed by and the fog of madness reached his two retainers and servants, Alexei and Mikhailov.
It was white seering pain. Blinding pain. It was the pain of red hot rusty barbed wire wrapping around someone's neck. It was the pain of childbirth if one birthed out jagged saw edges. They would feel their very backs become raw, even if the unconscious psychic attack is merely mental. Minutes passed and Silvanus is a bleeding mess, his back exposing some bone while his flesh is currently writhing and trying to heal itself. He is already at his hands and knees, his flayed off flesh crawling back to him and his spilled blood has burned the carpet and the floor, his skin absorbing them back. His green eyes stared down at the floor, in the middle of remembering something ages ago, and it prompted him to smile. Silvanus stood up, shakily, and managed a weak bow. "Thank you... for your clemency... Anna... Forgive the mess I've... made... I will... compensate for it... I will take my leave now..." The Elder walked off, his legs almost losing balance, before his Clansmen and Doll servants helped him up. He didn't say a word to Mikhailov and Alexei and he didn't wait for them to catch up to him.
by Imperialisium » Thu Aug 16, 2018 7:45 am
To: Mr. Mortimer
Thank you for contacting me of such interest in this particular object. Though I must ask why you possess such interest in this particular item within my inventory? It is a relic that is quite old and of design not typical to the average collector's collection. However, it's pricing is quite steep for such a unique item. Cash being the only acceptable form of payment I will accept for it as a result. I do thank you for the invitation but I must decline as that will conflict with some other client meetings. I can meet at seven o'clock at Berchalds this evening, a lovely English Smokehouse, in Arleta if you wished. To discuss the transaction and should you purchase the item, it's delivery.
Respectfully,
Eric van Demberg
Demberg's Pawnshop & Collection
1329 San Quintos Avenue, Arleta, Los Angeles, 91331
by Luminesa » Fri Aug 17, 2018 7:46 am
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by Kingdom of Irhk » Mon Aug 20, 2018 11:44 am
Finsternia wrote:Demon Fox Riyoko
The Kitsune placed her hands inside her dress' pockets as she surveyed the crime scene. "Check the other side for fetishes, totems and the like. You're right. This is unnatural fire, this is arson." Charred bones are among the wreckage, Garou tracks and signs of intended arson to cover up the slaughter that has happened. If she could estimate the use of the fire, it was to burn evidences, not to torch the werewolves within the bar. There was clearly a fight and it was a fight that the Garou lost. A few supernaturals that she knows of could spar directly against an entire bar of angry werewolves and beast folk: the Primogen Council and its Prince, the Inquisitors, and some known mages. However, two of the prominent mages of Los Angeles were in a passive stance against supernatural politics, one is under the employ of Silvanus and his signature light magic isn't hanging around. There weren't any trace of Awakened magic but there are traces of Kindred blood magic. She noticed a whiff of it on the police officers and she can see that they are rather more prone to supernatural suggestion. She made another tour around the scene before returning to Connor. "The Camarilla has already been here to cover up the blatant supernatural. The fire isn't their working though, it's forced man's work and the only trace of Thaumaturgy in the air are on the policemen. There are no silver weapons either and must have been disposed before the fire started. We might have ran across Hunters here, Connor."
by Luminesa » Mon Aug 20, 2018 1:54 pm
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