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by True Christopia » Sun Feb 04, 2018 10:58 am
by Luminesa » Sun Feb 04, 2018 11:29 am
True Christopia wrote:Loretta
Agreeing with Mikhailov, Loretta nodded. A selective few did indeed always hold the reins of power. But Loretta was not one inclined to pass away, such as he had described.
Watching as he finally demonstrated some of what he had said, Loretta's seemingly stone-cold, unfazed face almost immediately shattered - the charade of indifference or perhaps mild interest falling away as Mikhailov suddenly quadrupled into multiple different forms, all spread out and talking to him.
"Fottimi, that's brilliant!" he exclaimed, grinning like a mad-man for the first time in years, despite the blade at his neck. A Toreador? Seemed to describe him, and he did like the supposed abilities he was talking about.
"So how do I do it, then? How do I do these things?"
by Imperialisium » Sun Feb 04, 2018 8:00 pm
by Luminesa » Sun Feb 04, 2018 9:12 pm
Imperialisium wrote:Anna's Residence
Security Suite
The magical wards of Anna's Residence had picked up Mikhailov's vortex before the duo had even arrived. Medorna watched the vortex warily as security guards trained weapons in it's general direction. Only relaxing when he gave the all clear order over the communications network once the two had been identified.
Ronaldo Medorna, one of the senior ghouls in Anna's employ ever since bothering to take up a home in California, and rising to one of her chief security officers once the very same home became the seat of the Camarilla in Los Angeles following the events of Bloody New Year's. Ronaldo was biologically fifty-eight years of age, flecks of grey in his stubby beard and peppering his black hair, brown eyes above slight bags. He often spent long hours working. Not that his employer didn't handsomely reward him for his services. After all ten years ago Medorna was able to pay for his two daughters and son's college tuition in a single payment even while being estranged from his former wife. This former wife would look much older than Medorna. For he was a ghoul. The ravages of time held back buy little vials of Kindred vitae given to him monthly. Indeed, for despite his biological age he was chronologically closing on seventy-five years of age.
Ronaldo pressed a small blue button before a microphone piece, "Medorna to Kai. The Magician Mikhailov has returned, unannounced I might add, and with a guest." Kai's reply was about as full of sarcasm as a joyous Englishman's tea kettle. "A plus one. Is our esteemed magician trying to woo our Prince with a tasty snack?" The com bead went dead a moment later.
Front Gates
The iron, baroque, style gates yawned open seemingly of their own accord. Several men in suites hefting AR-15's and Benelli M4's could be seen standing off on the lawn. Patrolling in pairs. Several gargoyles adorned the lawn seemingly crouching or sitting in posture among the gardens. Of course they where simply actively surveying the grounds for signs of intruders. Each one possessing enough strength to pick Mikhailov up, grab his arms and legs, and tear him in half. Several other guards Ghoul and Kindred alike were present but not seen. A sniper team trained their high powered rifles on Mikhailov's and Loretta's heads the entire time.
Then a short, thin, pale, blonde haired man could be seen walking briskly towards the duo. Standing squarely before them. His grey eye's looking at both of them. His expensive versace suit and shoes of the Italian style, complimented by tapered pants, and white gloves made him out to appear as a butler. Which, in function he administratively was in regards to Anna's court. Though in his own right he was a Tremere acolyte.
"Mr. Mikhailov, and Sir." the latter was in regards to Loretta who Kai respectfully nodded. "The Lady of the House will be arriving shortly if you are to see her. I trust with this newcomer to take before her? This way." Kai turned on his heels and led the duo across the lawns and to the finely worked and lacquered oak doors. They opened swiftly and without sound before the approach of Kai.
Once in Kai led them out of the large Foyer where they could see broad staircases with finely worked rails. Taking them into an antechamber that led to several other rooms. Living rooms, a dining hall, gallery, and finally a study. All places Anna would normally hold court. Indeed, the rooms hosted at least four dozen individuals combined. Drinking, laughing, socializing, or discussing matters of varying importance. Kai moved them into the study. Rows of books, some small tables, and nice plush couches and upholstered chairs ringed a small glass coffee table in the center. Kai directed them to the seating opposite of a black leather couch. Moving past them, so they faced away from the black leather couch, Kai nodded again and raised a white gloved hand, "The Prince will see you now." Kai bowed and left. But the bow was not for them. For as they turned around to face the coffee table and black leather couch they would see a woman seated. No one had been there before. Yet there she was with legs crossed and black hair done up in a single braid that flowed down her left shoulder. Her black dress ran to her knees. Her bright electric green eyes like a cat. Her skin was flawless, matching her unreal beauty of face and body. She was tall as well with an athletic toned body. Her sudden appearance brought bows from everyone in the room before they went back to their prior engagements.
"Mikhailov, I trust the reason you are here is due to the individual next to you?" Her voice was like honey. Sultry, attractive, musing to the ears of men.
by True Christopia » Mon Feb 05, 2018 9:53 am
by Kingdom of Irhk » Mon Feb 05, 2018 5:56 pm
by Finsternia » Fri Feb 09, 2018 2:04 am
Random stuff here. Random stuff there. Bla bla bla. Whatever I don't care.
Soon, the penguins shall rule the Earth with a cold flipper
by Luminesa » Fri Feb 09, 2018 10:23 am
Finsternia wrote:Silvanus
Surprisingly, the cookies that the Doll Helena has offered are normal cookies. Perhaps its normalcy is a foreign and alien concept in this mad world that the Malkavian Primogen has set up. Its taste was somewhat different, perhaps from the cold or from the fact that it has been there since morning alongside other normal foodstuffs. Helena watched happily as her cookies were silently appreciated, taking note of the man's silence as delight. She clasped her wrinkled hands on her lap, smiling as she listened to him talk about his compulsion to find a certain someone and be lead to the Funeral House. "Oh my... Oh dear, that could only be the work of Fate! Cling to that memory deary! Perhaps the person you are trying to find is your future husband! Oh, I can already see you in your wedding gown walking down the aisle." Helena clasped her hands on her lap, listening to hin talk about his compulsion to find a certain someone and be lead to the Funeral House. "Oh my... Oh dear, that could only be the work of Fate! Cling to that memory deary! Perhaps the person you are trying to find is your future husband! Oh, I can already see you in your wedding gown walking down the aisle." Helena clasped her hands on her lap, listening to hin talk about his compulsion to find a certain someone and be lead to the Funeral House. "Oh my... Oh dear, that could only be the work of Fate! Cling to that memory deary! Perhaps the person you are trying to find is your future husband! Oh, I can already see you in your wedding gown walking down the aisle." Helena clasped her hands on her lap, listening to hin talk about his compulsion to find a certain someone and be lead to the Funeral House. "Oh my... Oh dear, that could only be the work of Fate! Cling to that memory deary! Perhaps the person you are trying to find is your future husband! Oh, I can already see you in your wedding gown walking down the aisle." Helena kept on repeating her actions and words, seemingly like a broken record. Everytime she reaches the last word of her sentence, a loud static would echo through the room and would promp her to repeat this dialogue. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
Until the dark will that slumbered beneath the earth has fully awoken, focusing its full attention on this place...
"Oh, I can already see you in your wedding gown walking down the aisle..."
The sun has fully set down on the horizon, giving way to dusk and the night. The Lords of the Night have started to rise from their graves to return to the land of the living. At this very moment an angered howl filled the very halls of the funeral house, shaking its walls and foundations. The voices that the silver haired man has heard before has gone into a state of panic, screaming in pain and horror at whatever the thing that made this eldritch place tremble in fear. Helena and her guard dog both collapsed as the overwhelming will of their vampire lord has awoken. Even the other vampires, the Kindred of Clan Malkavian, who are also waking up during this time whimpered and hid within their resting places, their cries for help reaching the silver haired man's ears.
"IN... TER... LOPER!"
A single word carrying immense anger at having its haven discovered bore its way into the man's mind. Much of the psychic attack's blunt damage would be absorbed by his mental fortitude and Faith to the divine yet not all. A sharp pain would ring within his ears as a headache would feel like drilling into his skull and make his knees weak. The entire establishment would continue to wail its fear until everything stopped and have come into a standstill. Everything was quiet, even the myriad of voices sobbed quietly. A foreboding feeling came with the silence until that event brought it to reality. A figure of a man stark naked has phased through the kitchen's doors as he dashed with supernatural speed. His long white hair flowed behind him like a curtain of vicious snow. He was also stark naked and his eyes burned the color of grass, the color of leaves, the color of yellowish green reminiscent of infernal sulphuric fires. But his hair nor his state of nakedness and even his supernatural eyes and speed wasn't the thing that made him feel scary. It was the four bloody tails that grew out of his lower back and the dark mist of madness that shrouded him. His tails were like huge spinal columns with sharp bone blades to each side of each vertebra. Each vertebra has a malevolent eye encased within a tough case, its sclera black and its iris bloodshot. The tails seemed to writhe like grotesque scorpion tails. This image would only be momentarily as the vampire collided against him with extreme force, shattering the wall behind them and pinning him down on the floor next room. A clawed hand held his face, slowly drawing blood out with a gentle yet unyielding grip.
He was far more beautiful up close than far away. A gentle sculpted face, smooth and marble like skin, a high nose, slender white eyebrows, pinkish lips that are tainted with blood, and burning green eyes. It was almost uncanny for the man to see features of himself reflected by the face of his attacker. The four grotesque tails were pointed towards him, dripping with blood and their eyes focused and their glares filled with unending malice. The vampire opened his mouth and growled, sharp teeth showing, and the scent of blood filled the man's nostrils. "You..." The vampire's face contorted as he peered in closer and shouted at the silver haired man. "BETRAYER!" Its anger bore down on the man's mind and body, the insanity and hurt surging forth. Everything seemed to shatter at that moment, giving way to various pictures and fragmented images that made no sense. A white haired man offering his hand. A white haired man smiling down at him. A white haired man carrying him. A white haired man drenched in blood. A white haired man... The white haired vampire and this white haired man are all the same, yet forgotten. The darkness consumed him once again and the burning eyes of green fire greeted him once more. The voices sweetly whispered in his ears a single name as the vampire looked at him not only with anger but also with anticipation and hope.
Silvanus...
Lord Silvanus...
Demon Fox Riyoko
Months have passed since Connor's Garou pack have wiped out the Sabbat warehouse. The other Sabbat strongholds and the Anarchs were taken care of the Camarilla and their Tremere Prince. Riyoko has found this convenient as she and her pack leader could focus on the more important things such as their own territory expansion. They have secured the docks and have established their stronghold within Los Angeles. It was a very good accomplishment for the Garou as they can recruit wayward kin. Their efforts might be small, especially against the power and ambitions of the vampire rulers of the city, but they are getting somewhere.
Riyoko, clothed in a loose red kimono, was sitting on her chair, writing on pieces of paper with a paintbrush. Strokes of black ink printed down the kanji words for various magical incantations. There was already a sizeable stack of Kami on the office table beside a cold glass of golden beer. She was inscribing the words of power leisurely, like how one would do with calligraphy. If Connor would watch carefully, spiritual power and dark magic imbued the papers that Riyoko is making. The kitsune raised her enticing face towards her pack leader and mate, finishing one paper and putting down her paintbrush for awhile. "Silvanus is an old being and he is very hard to kill. Even against fellow Elders, he never backed down and has slaughtered many under the previous Prince. Dealing with him won't be easy. But..." Riyoko smiled as she reached for her glass of beer and made a slight gesture of toasting. "It would be easier and safer for us to inflict damage indirectly without facing him, starting with his resources."
by Imperialisium » Fri Feb 09, 2018 10:18 pm
by Kingdom of Irhk » Sat Feb 10, 2018 9:05 pm
Finsternia wrote:
Demon Fox Riyoko
Months have passed since Connor's Garou pack have wiped out the Sabbat warehouse. The other Sabbat strongholds and the Anarchs were taken care of the Camarilla and their Tremere Prince. Riyoko has found this convenient as she and her pack leader could focus on the more important things such as their own territory expansion. They have secured the docks and have established their stronghold within Los Angeles. It was a very good accomplishment for the Garou as they can recruit wayward kin. Their efforts might be small, especially against the power and ambitions of the vampire rulers of the city, but they are getting somewhere.
Riyoko, clothed in a loose red kimono, was sitting on her chair, writing on pieces of paper with a paintbrush. Strokes of black ink printed down the kanji words for various magical incantations. There was already a sizeable stack of Kami on the office table beside a cold glass of golden beer. She was inscribing the words of power leisurely, like how one would do with calligraphy. If Connor would watch carefully, spiritual power and dark magic imbued the papers that Riyoko is making. The kitsune raised her enticing face towards her pack leader and mate, finishing one paper and putting down her paintbrush for awhile. "Silvanus is an old being and he is very hard to kill. Even against fellow Elders, he never backed down and has slaughtered many under the previous Prince. Dealing with him won't be easy. But..." Riyoko smiled as she reached for her glass of beer and made a slight gesture of toasting. "It would be easier and safer for us to inflict damage indirectly without facing him, starting with his resources."
by True Christopia » Tue Feb 13, 2018 10:32 am
by Imperialisium » Sat Feb 17, 2018 10:30 am
by Luminesa » Sat Feb 17, 2018 5:09 pm
Imperialisium wrote:Anna's Residence
Anna let out a sigh, Loretta indeed knew nothing, she would have to teach this stripling about how the world actually worked it seemed. Why don't I just have my Gargoyles seize him and destroy this illegal embrasure. Like I normally would. But Clan Toreador was more or less reduced to but a handful of fledglings in Los Angeles after the events in months prior. Their Primogen was entombed below the Residence in torpor. They had no leadership and no meaningful numbers. No influence anymore and little wealth remains to them in Los Angeles. Since the Camarilla and the other Primogen had seen fit to divvy up the Toreador clan's assets after their unfortunate destruction. Unfortunate. Anna smiled inwardly.
"The Camarilla is a sect. One of three. The true Sect so to speak. All kindred are under its purviews and it's laws which promulgate the Masquerade. It has seven clans; Ventrue, Gangrel, Toreador, Malkavian, Brujah, Nosferatu, and Tremere. Each one unique and part of the sect since its inception many centuries ago. The Camarilla governs the Kindred. Your job is to obey its laws and institutions." Anna stood up and paced around Loretta, slowly, analyzing him like a scientist looks at a lab rat. She touched his neck with a soft finger. Took in his smell. Placed a hand under his chin, gripping his jaw. "Say awe." Loretta opened his mouth slowly. His fangs came into view. She looked at them, scrutinizing them, "You are indeed not long in the fang." That was a term of expression, an archaic one, but more or less ment Loretta was not old by the standards of the Kindred. She let go of his jaw. "The Magician believes you to be of Clan Toreador. If you are then that would certainly make things better for you. A Caitiff, a vampire that is without clan or bloodline, is but an orphan to us. Most are destroyed by the Scourges. You may wonder what a Scourge is? It is a vampire whose job is to hunt down and destroy what amounts to be illegally created Kindred. Different than that of a Sheriff, a term for a vampire given investigative authority in enforcing a Prince's will. A Scourge need not have that pretense. I have several and they would not mind giving you the True Death as befits their duty. So, let us determine where you belong exactly."
Anna opened a small casket on a table next to the sofa she had been sitting on across from them. Pulling out a small, plain, silver cup. "Do you remember anything of who embraced you?" She walked over to Mikhailov. "Cut him. I need only a small sample; and do not make a mess on my floor."
by True Christopia » Tue Feb 20, 2018 10:15 am
by Finsternia » Wed Feb 21, 2018 12:29 am
Random stuff here. Random stuff there. Bla bla bla. Whatever I don't care.
Soon, the penguins shall rule the Earth with a cold flipper
by Luminesa » Wed Feb 21, 2018 7:44 am
Finsternia wrote:Silvanus
Silvanus leans forward and smiles widely, fangs bared and his eyes filled with ecstatic pleasure. "Yes... You have finally, finally remembered... My dear little Alexei... Have you remembered visiting me after all those years of never showing your shadow to me?" The Malkavian Elder breathed down, a visible fog of red filled the man's nostrils. It smelled like blood, tasted like blood, yet has the bitter and disgusting feel of powerful acid. His skin hurt as a faint wind blew the blood fog away. "Alexei, how can you be so cruel as to forget me? I have been so so sooooo sad when you were away... I have no one to play with." The green tint of Silvanus' eyes swirled like toxic miasma, indicating that he is still having one of his episodes. At this hour, he could have not yet fed. "Did you come here alone or with your little Hunter friends? Tell me... You don't want your Hunter friends to end up writhing in pain, don't you?"
Sage Astorias
The Painted World was indeed beautiful. Each stroke of paint from the outside was full reality. The blue paint flowed into crystal clear blue winter rivers and the skies above that are dotted by the frequent cold clouds. The entire world was a winter wonderland, soft white paint turning into soft snow that crunches beneath one's feet. It was a place of wonder that, despite without the magnificent unrivalled beauty of Arcadia and the Supernal Realms, it would capture the hearts of the weary and those who do not belong.
It was early morning and the warm golden lights of the sun up above light up the lone cabin that the Archmaster and the young Fae Epeiosa stayed in. Inside was as warm as the sun's gentle touch, a toasty blanket that kept them from freezing. Beside the hearth was a woman, who most probably is at her mid forties, with an open book on her lap. A staff made from long lost magical plants sat just above the book, around her knees. It looks strong with its polished wood and twining roots. At the top was the hand of a juvenile dragon, seemingly still alive, which is grasping an orb made of pure crystallized dreamstuff. This is Agatha, the maker of this world, hunter of dragons, Archmaster of Life. She was once the mentor of Astorias until she left the Fallen World in search for the secrets of dragons.
Across her was a handsome man with knee long pitch black hair. It almost looks outrageous, like a wind blown fox tail. He carried a confident smile that seems to not fade whatever age he takes. His clothes were old yet colorful. Mint green fabrics blended with red and gold, robes that a humble Mage would wear. Agatha took a huge gulp of her chocolate and placed it down. "It's been almost a month since you've been bringing that girl here... What are you planning?" The black haired man laughed nervously as he tapped on his chair's arm. "Nonsense, Mentor! It's just an agreement that I had with the Fae, Endymion. You know that contracts signed with them couldn't be refused."
"You could have easily refused before you agreed. Archmastery didn't help with your enlightenment."
"N-No! It's just that it involves the education of my student, Simone. You've known him before, right?"
"Yes... A brilliant yet naive child... I'n afraid he'll break soon enough with all the horrors of our world... Just... Beware of the Fae, Astorias. They know how to twist their words. You better call your new Fae apprentice so that we could have breakfast."
Astorias sighed and nodded. "Yes, Maam." The Archmaster of Prime stood up and walked through the comfortable home of his old mentor. Nothing much has changed after all those decades. He tried his best to maintain its paint fresh from the outside and Agatha maintained the Space spells used for the Painted World. It's as real as it gets. Astorias stopped at a heavy wooden door and knocked, calling out with his younger self's enchanting voice that swooned ladies back and forth. "Good morning, Epeiosa. Are you ready for another day? Come now, Mentor Agatha has readied some breakfast."
Simone de Angelo
The young Acanthus Mage walked by the shore of Endymion's Ocean, his dog Benny trotting behind him. It was only been a week since he stayed in Arcadia and he already misses the Fallen World. Despite the keen time sense of the Acanthus, he could only detect Endymion's own time flow. He didn't realize that it's already been a month outside. Simone was watching his footprints and Benny's footprints in the soft wet sand vanish as the gentle waves of the ocean sweep them away. "We're like sand in the face of the waves of Time..." He crouched down and started shaping the soft sand with his hands. It was very soft, almost like the toys that young children play with to exercise their creativity. Simone liked it here. It's where fantasies become real. His Awakening and his life as a Mage gave him hope in spite of his motherless past and drunk father raised life. The power of narration, of time, of luck, of fate are all at his hands. Astorias always told him to be careful and to be thoughtful of his magic. He was ecstatic of this change and he couldn't wait to try it out after all! Simone found the consequences the wrong way when he faced his first Paradox. Astorias was there to protect him and save him. What could have happened when the old Archmaster wasn't there? "How's Grandpa Astorias now...?" He whispered as Benny watched him shape a sandcastle in the image of the Watchtower of the Lunargent Thorn.
Demon Fox Riyoko
"Yes I can. It's a simple thing to do. In fact, atleast half of these papers have exploding fire Kami within them. Activating them is a matter of time." The Kitsune brought the glass of beer to her lips, sipping and drinking the cold golden liquid. "And an arsonist? You sure have the unique friends around, Connor. Oh well, who am I to judge?" Riyoko then giggled, a tinge of seductiveness in her voice that is as intoxicating as the pack's special beer. "I just need to mass produce these right? Do you not care about the civilian casualties that would result from our rampant terror attack?"
by Kingdom of Irhk » Wed Feb 21, 2018 10:07 am
Finsternia wrote:Demon Fox Riyoko
"Yes I can. It's a simple thing to do. In fact, atleast half of these papers have exploding fire Kami within them. Activating them is a matter of time." The Kitsune brought the glass of beer to her lips, sipping and drinking the cold golden liquid. "And an arsonist? You sure have the unique friends around, Connor. Oh well, who am I to judge?" Riyoko then giggled, a tinge of seductiveness in her voice that is as intoxicating as the pack's special beer. "I just need to mass produce these right? Do you not care about the civilian casualties that would result from our rampant terror attack?"
by Imperialisium » Mon Feb 26, 2018 9:42 pm
by Finsternia » Sat Mar 03, 2018 4:49 am
Random stuff here. Random stuff there. Bla bla bla. Whatever I don't care.
Soon, the penguins shall rule the Earth with a cold flipper
by Luminesa » Sat Mar 03, 2018 8:54 am
Finsternia wrote:Silvanus
The old vampire looked at Alexei with ridicule, confusion, and laughter in his eyes. It was a dizzying motion, a swirling chaos in the sea of green, that would pull anyone deep into the singularity of madness and insanity. Primal thoughts seemed to crawl underneath the young Hunter's skin, like a prickling sensation that never ends. For Silvanus, he only smiled yet the edges of his face contorted with visible discomfort. "Alexei... You are a moron to come in here without any defences... I didn't teach you to be reckless and so did your own Order, did I?" The Malkavian Elder leaned in closer, any other shred of personal space was violated and claimed, and any objections are to be punished. Alexei would find at least a couple of Malkavians peeking by the door of the room. Fear was evident in their eyes and they'd rather not be caught up in this situation.
"Alexei... Would you be so kind to bring me something to eat? My stomach hungers for sustenance... My throat is parched and my tongue craves for rejuvenation... I need... blood... Alexei... Bring me blood..." Suddenly, Silvanus stood up and his scorpion like bladed tails writhed in the air with agitation. "Mikhailov! Where is my breakfast! Michael! MICHAEL!" The walls seemed to warp and shake at his every word. Each distressed call sent shivers down the spine of any sentient being within the establishment. Whether one was undead or one of the living, a chilling touch ravaged one's nerves. "Food... Food... Vitae... I NEED BLOOD! GIVE ME MY SUSTENANCE!" The Malkavian Primogen howled, seemingly in a painful restrain as his tails slashed violently around the place, busting the wooden door and revealing a hallway filled with concerned Malkavians. "Ahahaha... Blood... Look at all these walking blood bags... All just for me..."
Sage Astorias
Agatha still seemed to be huddling close to the hearth and enjoying her morning chocolate as Epeiosa landed down the last step of the stairs. "Good morning, young lass. I am hoping that you have slept pretty well within my humble abode once again? Come over here and join me for morning coffee. The sprites will arrive soon to deliver our breakfast." The ancient Mage gestured towards the empty seat just beside her where an already piping hot cup of coffee has been placed on one of its arms. Astorias, meanwhile, has been steadily walking down the stairs with a dejected look on his face. "Astorias, quit making that face of yours dear. Even if you're that handsome in your youth, your ugly, wrinkled and warty old face has been stamped on Epeiosa's mind. Stop your advances on her."
The Sage lifted his head up and waved his hands in a gesture of denial. "Mentor, it's not like that! I've been using my age as a disguise for the sake of a reason to mingle with the Sleepers. I have found out that old age makes you more sympathetic to the eyes of Sleepers. Even the females..." He said as he made an undignified face. It rather helps that he looks younger, almost like a playboy in his 20s, rather than a lecherous old man that someone would definitely keep behind locked doors. Agatha simply frowned and dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "Epeiosa, for your training today, I have a question to ask you... Do you love the Fallen World and its imperfections? Do you want to be a Mage like Astorias and I?"
Simone de Angelo
The young mage smiled at Endymion who came by to approach him. The sand tower beneath his hands slowly took form into a graceful, shifting spire covered with traces of thorns and roses. It looked like an ancient tower where a princess is caged, locked, and hidden away from the world who was just waiting for her fated prince to save her from distress. Yet the Watchtower of the Lunargent Thorn isn't a kind, dreamy tower like those of the fairy tales. It was a symbol of wonder, yes, but it is first and foremost the symbol of time and fate. The inevitable nature of time and its absolute iron rule and the almighty dominating power of fate. It look all of Simone's courage to climb the Watchtower of Arcadia. By the end of the line, he reached the top, his body battered and bleeding yet the smile on his face triumphant. He was welcomed by the powers above and embraced him as he signed his name in covenant with his thorn torned hand and his running scarlet blood. It was a memory he could never forget.
"Good morning, Lord Endymion..." Simone muttered softly with a gentle smile. The sound of crackling could be heard by Endymion as the Mage has seen through his illusion of a mother. "I know that it is you... And thank you for giving me comfort... Thank you for letting me see my mother once again, even if her fate has been sealed long ago..." The young Mage is still sitting down on the wet shores, the waves of the Ocean meeting his legs and feet while trying to destroy his recreation of the Watchtower. Yet he still persevered as every tide and wave made the tower stand taller and stronger. "What should be our lessons today, my Lord?"
Demon Fox Riyoko
"Espania? Looks like I don't know much of my pack leader and newly found mate. That plan is a very brilliant one, I'll give you that satisfaction. However, here in Los Angeles, I want you to know that the risk of killing innocents with this tactic is at large. If we want to target Silvanus' holdings, key enterprises, and strategic footholds, we need to face the consequences of the disturbance of public peace. I am an assassin, Connor, not an arsonist but if all out destruction is the best way to annihilate the enemy, then so be it."
The Kitsune stood up, finished her cup, and swayed towards her pack leader. "And yes, you're a little crazy. That tinge of blood on your body was something that got me into you." Riyoko suddenly grabbed the Irish man's shirt and pulled him into a sloppy and rough kiss before abruptly ending it like how it started. "A little taste test for my little wolf. If your friend would entertain me with his pyrotechnic knowledge, perhaps I could reward you even more baby."
by True Christopia » Sat Mar 03, 2018 6:42 pm
Imperialisium wrote:Anna's Residence
Anna took the cup back in her hands from the Magician. The droplets of Loretta's blood pooled at the bottom of the vessel. One might have suspected that she drink it, no, only the inexperienced in the ways of the blood and that of Cainite society would assume such. She just began to mouth a series of incantations. Incantations utterly foreign to the Magician, a different kind of magic, Thaumaturgy. The secret blood magic of Clan Tremere. She abruptly looked at Loretta as he spoke about how the vampire who embraced him and art galleries. How Loretta shot the vampire dead. Must not have been a low generation vampire with a higher relation to the Dark Father. Caine.
She looked into the cup and inhaled. "We engage in many activities. Some legal some not. The Camarilla's grasp is encompassing. Your job is to obey our Laws. I will show clemency to you in the form of possessions and wealth. Normally you would forfeit it all to me to dispense back to you or else ware as I see fit. So no, I don't have a specific job for you yet. You will go about your normal business. But tithe 30% of all gross profits to me from now on." She inhaled once more and let out a wry smile, "You have the blood of Toreador in your veins. You are no longer a Caitiff. A vagabond. You have a clan, but sadly no Primogen currently, and thus you will answer to my lieutenants or myself directly."
by Luminesa » Sun Mar 04, 2018 10:27 am
True Christopia wrote:Imperialisium wrote:Anna's Residence
Anna took the cup back in her hands from the Magician. The droplets of Loretta's blood pooled at the bottom of the vessel. One might have suspected that she drink it, no, only the inexperienced in the ways of the blood and that of Cainite society would assume such. She just began to mouth a series of incantations. Incantations utterly foreign to the Magician, a different kind of magic, Thaumaturgy. The secret blood magic of Clan Tremere. She abruptly looked at Loretta as he spoke about how the vampire who embraced him and art galleries. How Loretta shot the vampire dead. Must not have been a low generation vampire with a higher relation to the Dark Father. Caine.
She looked into the cup and inhaled. "We engage in many activities. Some legal some not. The Camarilla's grasp is encompassing. Your job is to obey our Laws. I will show clemency to you in the form of possessions and wealth. Normally you would forfeit it all to me to dispense back to you or else ware as I see fit. So no, I don't have a specific job for you yet. You will go about your normal business. But tithe 30% of all gross profits to me from now on." She inhaled once more and let out a wry smile, "You have the blood of Toreador in your veins. You are no longer a Caitiff. A vagabond. You have a clan, but sadly no Primogen currently, and thus you will answer to my lieutenants or myself directly."
Loretta
"Obey the laws, got it. Answer to you or your lieutenants, yeah. Thirty percent." he muttered them, keeping track. Thirty percent was larger than he'd like, but he wasn't about to argue - he'd have to expand operations to keep afloat, it seemed. Loretta was still utterly awed by the displays of magic and the unnatural. Never had he even thought that they were possible, but it seemed his entire life had been flipped around that night.
"So are there others like me? A - er - Toreador? Why no Primogen?"
by Kingdom of Irhk » Sun Mar 04, 2018 4:59 pm
Finsternia wrote:Demon Fox Riyoko
"Espania? Looks like I don't know much of my pack leader and newly found mate. That plan is a very brilliant one, I'll give you that satisfaction. However, here in Los Angeles, I want you to know that the risk of killing innocents with this tactic is at large. If we want to target Silvanus' holdings, key enterprises, and strategic footholds, we need to face the consequences of the disturbance of public peace. I am an assassin, Connor, not an arsonist but if all out destruction is the best way to annihilate the enemy, then so be it."
The Kitsune stood up, finished her cup, and swayed towards her pack leader. "And yes, you're a little crazy. That tinge of blood on your body was something that got me into you." Riyoko suddenly grabbed the Irish man's shirt and pulled him into a sloppy and rough kiss before abruptly ending it like how it started. "A little taste test for my little wolf. If your friend would entertain me with his pyrotechnic knowledge, perhaps I could reward you even more baby."
by Imperialisium » Sat Mar 10, 2018 10:24 pm
True Christopia wrote:Imperialisium wrote:Anna's Residence
Anna took the cup back in her hands from the Magician. The droplets of Loretta's blood pooled at the bottom of the vessel. One might have suspected that she drink it, no, only the inexperienced in the ways of the blood and that of Cainite society would assume such. She just began to mouth a series of incantations. Incantations utterly foreign to the Magician, a different kind of magic, Thaumaturgy. The secret blood magic of Clan Tremere. She abruptly looked at Loretta as he spoke about how the vampire who embraced him and art galleries. How Loretta shot the vampire dead. Must not have been a low generation vampire with a higher relation to the Dark Father. Caine.
She looked into the cup and inhaled. "We engage in many activities. Some legal some not. The Camarilla's grasp is encompassing. Your job is to obey our Laws. I will show clemency to you in the form of possessions and wealth. Normally you would forfeit it all to me to dispense back to you or else ware as I see fit. So no, I don't have a specific job for you yet. You will go about your normal business. But tithe 30% of all gross profits to me from now on." She inhaled once more and let out a wry smile, "You have the blood of Toreador in your veins. You are no longer a Caitiff. A vagabond. You have a clan, but sadly no Primogen currently, and thus you will answer to my lieutenants or myself directly."
Loretta
"Obey the laws, got it. Answer to you or your lieutenants, yeah. Thirty percent." he muttered them, keeping track. Thirty percent was larger than he'd like, but he wasn't about to argue - he'd have to expand operations to keep afloat, it seemed. Loretta was still utterly awed by the displays of magic and the unnatural. Never had he even thought that they were possible, but it seemed his entire life had been flipped around that night.
"So are there others like me? A - er - Toreador? Why no Primogen?"
by Finsternia » Thu Mar 15, 2018 5:56 am
Random stuff here. Random stuff there. Bla bla bla. Whatever I don't care.
Soon, the penguins shall rule the Earth with a cold flipper
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