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by Imperialisium » Wed Apr 03, 2019 1:51 pm
by Parcia » Wed Apr 03, 2019 2:40 pm
by Luminesa » Wed Apr 03, 2019 9:01 pm
by Kingdom of Irhk » Wed Apr 03, 2019 9:21 pm
Parcia wrote:The Giant
Jonah had his jaw open in shock before his whit caught up with him. How ever, his mind kept up just enough to wait until the Prince left the room. "Well I'll be a som'bitch, little bastard actually had the balls to do it, i'm impressed."
He took a moment to down the rest of his drink, though his mouth kept running. "Did you see what she did to the old fucker, damn, had him twirling in the air like a damn yo yo, surprised he didn't hurl." With that, being unknowingly loud in his insults, he went to retrieve another drink.
He was loose, a little fuzzy and altogether having a fun night. Oh boy how would that change.
by Imperialisium » Wed Apr 03, 2019 9:53 pm
by Parcia » Wed Apr 03, 2019 10:34 pm
by Finsternia » Wed Apr 03, 2019 10:53 pm
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 » Thu Apr 04, 2019 3:36 pm
Finsternia wrote:Silvanus
"Or... Perhaps not." The cold, claw like pressure around his throat vanished. His body still felt raw and ruined and his nerves still screamed with pain. Mikhailov's high resistance to pain is nothing in front of the Primogen's psychic assault and Vicissitude aided cruelty. Silvanus turned his eyes back to his papers, about an inch thick for the night, and continued writing what looks like either reports or ledgers. "You are now a property of the Prince," he said, focusing on the word property, "and not under my employ now. As we speak, you have no obligations to serve me nor do I have any care as to what you do. However..."
"Brand in that stupid brain of yours that you live in our world now and not your world. And in this world, you ought to show respect to me... or I'll ask the Prince to allow me to personally disembowel a defective tool and dispose of it. Go fix your rabble with the police and if you do not, death awaits you... and my loving caress in the laboratories." With that the Primogen returned to his papers. The sound of a ticking clock, which had not made a sound for the entirety of the time the Mage is present in the room, announced the continuation of the flow of time. It was as if time slowed for those moments, Mikhailov's perception affected greatly by Silvanus' presence. A knock on the door followed soon and the Doll, Sylvester, walked in with poise.
Whispers came from his mouth towards Silvanus' ears. If Mikhailov would try to use the Arcana of Forces, he could only hear static from their conversation and the lingering glare of Abyssal influence. Silvanus is channeling the subconsciousness of the human Dolls as a buffer against the Mage. The Doll finished his report and stood by Silvanus' back, awaiting orders. The Primogen produced a clean sheet of parchment paper, accented by designs loved by the previous century. Swift, elegant strokes graced the parchment, careful to relay the intent to the supposed receiver. Sylvester accepted the letter and moved on to have it fetched by a Malkavian neonate. The Malkavian Primogen moved not to engage conversation with Mikhailov again.
The letter was addressed to the Prince of the City, of course, which expresses dire sadness and regret about the recent ballroom brawl and asks of the status of any present Malkavians in the hall. Information flies fast in regards to Silvanus' web.
by Parcia » Sat Apr 06, 2019 5:11 pm
by Imperialisium » Sun Apr 07, 2019 6:33 pm
by Parcia » Sun Apr 07, 2019 7:03 pm
by Luminesa » Sun Apr 07, 2019 7:52 pm
by Fascist Republic Of Bermuda » Mon Apr 08, 2019 5:33 pm
Luminesa wrote:Mikhailov released his breath, but with that released breath came anger. He rose to his feet and gave Silvanus another long look, especially as the Malkavian described him as property of the Prince. His blood seethed. If he could last for another month, perhaps then he could escape Anna. In his mind, however, escaping Anna meant going back to Silvanus once and for all. He wondered if he could find a way to break the bond earlier. His mind began to calculate esoteric functions in his mind, but then he remembered his other blood-related problem.
Apparently the FBI was waiting for him, according to Silvanus. He needed to deal with them carefully, to protect the Masquerade and to continue trying to win-back Silvanus’s favor. He wondered if the Malkavian had even noticed his reactions, the way he had bent and blushed when his body’s nerves had been set aflame. After all, the Malkavian always kept more to himself. He watched him write for a moment, and then gave the tiniest smile. A part of him enjoyed this difficult chess-match between Silvanus and himself. ...I wonder...Conventional affection does nothing for him...He has long-since decided he has no need for it...But...perhaps...something else...But what...
This thought lingered in his mind before he walked out of the room. He turned to take a step toward the door, but then took a glance back. Silvanus had not even looked up to see him. A soft whisper trailed off Mikhailov’s lips, in Russian. “Farewell, milyi...I will see you soon...” He then stepped out, still blushing as he went to see what the FBI might want with him. When he stepped outside the funeral home, he traveled through the lights, and appeared at the police station. Silvanus’s judgment was not wrong, and he felt something amiss around him. He walked to the front door and stared up at the security camera. He then entered the building, awaiting whatever might come for him.
by Kingdom of Irhk » Mon Apr 08, 2019 9:21 pm
by Luminesa » Mon Apr 08, 2019 10:09 pm
Fascist Republic Of Bermuda wrote:Luminesa wrote:Mikhailov released his breath, but with that released breath came anger. He rose to his feet and gave Silvanus another long look, especially as the Malkavian described him as property of the Prince. His blood seethed. If he could last for another month, perhaps then he could escape Anna. In his mind, however, escaping Anna meant going back to Silvanus once and for all. He wondered if he could find a way to break the bond earlier. His mind began to calculate esoteric functions in his mind, but then he remembered his other blood-related problem.
Apparently the FBI was waiting for him, according to Silvanus. He needed to deal with them carefully, to protect the Masquerade and to continue trying to win-back Silvanus’s favor. He wondered if the Malkavian had even noticed his reactions, the way he had bent and blushed when his body’s nerves had been set aflame. After all, the Malkavian always kept more to himself. He watched him write for a moment, and then gave the tiniest smile. A part of him enjoyed this difficult chess-match between Silvanus and himself. ...I wonder...Conventional affection does nothing for him...He has long-since decided he has no need for it...But...perhaps...something else...But what...
This thought lingered in his mind before he walked out of the room. He turned to take a step toward the door, but then took a glance back. Silvanus had not even looked up to see him. A soft whisper trailed off Mikhailov’s lips, in Russian. “Farewell, milyi...I will see you soon...” He then stepped out, still blushing as he went to see what the FBI might want with him. When he stepped outside the funeral home, he traveled through the lights, and appeared at the police station. Silvanus’s judgment was not wrong, and he felt something amiss around him. He walked to the front door and stared up at the security camera. He then entered the building, awaiting whatever might come for him.
“Agent Graves, Mister Mikhailov is standing outside,” Powell leaned into the FBI agent’s office. “He is?” Graves looked up from her frenzy of filling out the request for the search warrant, “Get Agent Higgins and that lab tech, I’m going to go grab him.” She stood up, straightening her tie as she walked briskly straight past the entrance and into the plaza.
“Mister Mikhailov, welcome back. Your blood tests are complete. You are just in time. Please, follow me,” The FBI agent waved Mikhailov into the building. He was lead quite a bit through, back to the lab where his blood had been taken. Wagner was where she had been when doing so, even dressed in the same baby blue tone of medical scrubs and white gloves. She was wearing protective glasses and a surgical mask. Higgins stood in similar clothing, but his DEA badge hung from his belt, betraying his not being a medical professional.
“Mister Mikhailov, please take a seat,” None of the levity that had been in the good lab tech’s voice earlier was present, replaced by the solemn seriousness of a medical professional about to give a grim prognosis. After he did so, she cleared her throat and started. “Mister Mikhailov, some of your blood cells are black. These blood cells are also completely inactive, acting similar to sickle cells in their inability to carry oxygen. There is no medical explanation I can give for your black blood cells.” “Maybe you can offer us some insight, hm?” Graves raised an eyebrow at the suspect, crossing her arms. “Either way, I'm going to need more blood samples, Mister Mikhailov,” Wagner ignored the FBI agent.
by Finsternia » Wed Apr 10, 2019 5:48 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 Imperialisium » Mon Apr 15, 2019 8:21 pm
by Luminesa » Mon Apr 15, 2019 8:52 pm
by Parcia » Mon Apr 15, 2019 10:39 pm
by Finsternia » Tue Apr 16, 2019 1:34 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 Fascist Republic Of Bermuda » Tue Apr 16, 2019 3:25 pm
Luminesa wrote:-snipper snapper-
by Luminesa » Tue Apr 16, 2019 3:41 pm
Fascist Republic Of Bermuda wrote:Luminesa wrote:-snipper snapper-
"Mister Mikhailov, while this is understandable, generally Anemia of Chronic Disease is only diagnosed as the result of a secondary issue- an infection, cancer, or the like. Do you recall what the name of the physician who gave your diagnosis was? We could get more information on your condition if you told us."
And then Mikhailov fled into the bathroom with the excuse that he had forgotten something. Higgins and Graves exchanged a glance. If he was disposing of evidence... but he wasn't, he came back out of the restroom without even flushing the toilet. So that probably ruled out trying to flush away evidence. "Yes, please sit down and roll up your sleeve," Wagner asked, turning away for a second to snap and get a fellow lab tech's attention. "McLaughlin, call County/USC. Get an actual MD down here, tell 'em we got a case of Anemia of Chronic Disease."
Satisfied, Wagner turned back and narrowed her eyes at Mikhailov's arms. Graves hadn't been with Mikhailov when he had first gotten a blood sample taken, but now... "Mister Mikhailov, how did you get these scars? Surgery? Accident?" the FBI agent asked, trying to spark a little bit of smol talk, "Those look like old scars. Very nearly healed." Wagner wiped inside of Mikhailov's elbow to sterilize it ahead of the needle that would extract another blood sample.
by Imperialisium » Sun Apr 21, 2019 6:36 pm
by Fascist Republic Of Bermuda » Sun Apr 21, 2019 9:37 pm
Luminesa wrote:-snip-
by Luminesa » Sun Apr 21, 2019 9:52 pm
Imperialisium wrote:Anna's Chambers
"Interesting." Anna waved her finger and the sword moved to just point at Alexei for now. "If this blade is a threat to the Camarilla as a whole then you will be tasked to retrieve it, bring it to me, and what becomes of it will be dispensed then and there." Anna shifted in her seat, taking several sips of the crimson fluid that was obviously blood. She looked to Alexei, "Your turn Mr. Bancroft. Whatever you say in front of me can be said in front of Mr. Slaid here tonight."
The blade, however, did make Anna wonder. If she could harness it for its own ends. Use Thaumaturgy to warp it, twist it to her own ends, or maybe it was best destroyed. Yet, perhaps she could let Jonah have it. After all, it was a signature type of weapon. Perhaps for his services, he could be trusted with such a weapon's safe keeping.
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