Dragon Ball Z Uncensored

[Theldorrin]

The story takes place in River City, a bustling fictional metropolis located somewhere in New France.

It's ruled by a fellow by the name of John Burnhamthorpe. An American industrialist and founder of the Newmedix pharmaceutical corporation.

Ventrue, Tremere and Toreador are dominant within the city, encompassing greater numbers and organization than the other clans.

The Cast of Characters:

Drogba a Samedi mercenary, played by Mike Payne
Albie a Brujah tea partier, played by Jason
Kehinde a Brujah mercenary, played by TL
Merving a Caitiff tech support worker, played by Psaturn
Justin a Salubri doctor, played by Derek
Aaricia a Malkavian femslash writer, played by Seru
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[Theldorrin]

Chapter 1: The Red Queen
"The female of the species is more deadly than the male." - The Female of the Species, Rudyard Kipling

Drogba: I'm fighting a Native American chick

Feuilly: You wake up in your discarded refrigerator box, nestled in a sewer pipe.
Feuilly: Perception + alertness, difficulty 6

Drogba: roll 6#d10

dicebot: Drogba rolled 6#d10 --> [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=6 ]{6}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}

Feuilly: You hear a faint coughing outside of the sewer pipe.

Drogba: I'll grab my axe, use unseen presence, and make my way to the noise.

Feuilly: Just outside of the pipe is a young man in jeans and a t-shirt with absurdly bright orange hair.
Feuilly: You recognize him as your contact for your current job. A job that you've started receiving cheques for but next to no knowledge beyond that.
Feuilly: He is visibly uncomfortable.

Drogba: Oh
Drogba: I guess we agreed to meet at this spot then
Drogba: Hmm

Feuilly: No, you weren't expecting him on this particular day at this spot. He just turned up now.
Feuilly: All you know is that he hired both you and Kehinde for an unspecified job that would likely begin at some future date that went unspecified.

Drogba: Oh ...
Drogba: Okay, I'll come out of unseen presence and say, "Why are you here?"

Feuilly: He almost falls over in surprise at your sudden appearance.
Feuilly: "Sorry to bother you sir, but it seems that things are happening very quickly and without much notice."
Feuilly: "The master wants you to meet with a 'friend' of his sometime this evening."
Feuilly: He pulls out a piece of paper from one of his jean pockets and hands it to you.
Feuilly: "She's going to 'hire' you for some work, but we'll keep you on as a double agent, so to speak."

Drogba: I'll look at the paper. What does it say?

Feuilly: It has an address. 150 Maplecrest avenue.
Feuilly: You don't know where that is, however.

Drogba: "You'll need to tell me more."

Feuilly: He starts trembling a bit.
Feuilly: "Are you going to hurt me?"

Drogba: "Who is this person that I'm supposed to meet?"

Feuilly: "Oh. I thought you wanted me to betray the master."
Feuilly: He seems visibly relieved.
Feuilly: "I don't know for certain, but some of the gossip is that it's that crippled lady that's often visiting the master."
Feuilly: "I think they have some sort of business relationship or something, because she's over quite a lot but she never gets invited to any of the parties."
Feuilly: "And judging by the address, she lives in one of those mansions on Maplecrest."

Drogba: "And I'm supposed to meet with her and accept whatever job she gives me?"

Feuilly: "Yup. I guess the master will let you know if he wants anything else."
Feuilly: "Sometimes I think he likes being coy for the sake of being coy."
Feuilly: "Like one time when I asked him about where he grew up, and he started talking about someplace in France, and then told me that was all for now. Like it was some big secret or whatever."

Drogba: "How did you find me here?"

Feuilly: "The master told me where you'd be. I don't know how he knows the things he knows. Must know the right people, I guess."

Drogba: "My associate ... does he know about this yet?"

Feuilly: "He's getting pimped out to someone else. But from what I understand, it's all the same job in the end."
Feuilly: "So... your mask. Is it a skin condition or do you have some sort of disease?"

Drogba: I kind of want to use thanatosis on this guy to scare him, but I'll probably fail and it'll just be all awkward
Drogba: Ehehehe
Drogba: Anyway ...
Drogba: "When exactly is the meeting?"

Feuilly: "It's whenever. Which is another reason why I think it's that woman in the wheelchair, because where else can she go?"
Feuilly: "She probably just sits at home all day and knits."

Drogba: "Does your master have other ghouls? I'm guessing that's what you are."

Feuilly: "I'm not sure what a ghoul is. He has a lot of servants."
Feuilly: "He tells me that I'm his favourite, though."
Feuilly: "You know how people often say that about you? Well, with him it seems like it's true. Like I really am his favourite."

Drogba: "Oh really."
Drogba: I'll approach him and raise my axe a little.
Drogba: I'll hold up the piece of paper with my other hand and say, "How do I get here?"

Feuilly: "You don't have a car?"
Feuilly: "I guess I could drive you. Maybe put some garbage bags on the seat."

Drogba: "No, I have a box."
Drogba: "Alright, that acceptable. Help me with my things."
Drogba: I'll lead him to my chest and shit.
Drogba: And then follow him to the car.

Feuilly: He is mostly ineffectual in helping you, as he doesn't appear to be particularly strong.
Feuilly: He drives a 1992 Toyota Tercel.
Feuilly: Apparently working for the master doesn't pay that great.
Feuilly: It's dark blue.
Feuilly: He goes into the trunk and pulls out some garbage bags which he strews over the passenger seat so that you don't soil it.

Drogba: I'll just assume that my chest fits into the trunk or back seat of his car. Then I'll hop into the front passenger seat.

Feuilly: He gets into the car, and turns it on.
Feuilly: And he starts driving.
Feuilly: "So are you a cyberpunk or something? I'm not familiar with that ghoul slang."

Feuilly: "You're not much of a talker, are you?"

Drogba: Ehehe

Feuilly: He continues driving and you notice the skyscrapers fading into suburbs.

Drogba: "How long is this going to take?"

Feuilly: "We're getting closer."
Feuilly: You notice that the houses are starting to get larger.
Feuilly: And finally you're among what you would classify as mansions.
Feuilly: He pulls up in front of one particular mansion.
Feuilly: "So... This looks like the place. Not as nice as the master's house."
Feuilly: It has a gate and a private road that he didn't go up.

Drogba: "And you want me to be a "double agent" and spy on this person?"

Feuilly: "Yeah. Nominally do what she asks. And then when the time is right, you strike and I guess report her to the police or something."
Feuilly: "I'm not really clear on the details."

Drogba: "So you want me to do all of that ... and you just casually drop me off in front of her property?"
Drogba: "You don't think that's incredibly stupid?"

Feuilly: He pauses to think for a moment.
Feuilly: "Well she knows that you're coming. And the master is the one that recommended you."
Feuilly: "I think I would have been told not to do this if it were bad."
Feuilly: He's chewing on his lip now.

Drogba: I'll laugh!
Drogba: "Alright, help me with my chest."
Drogba: Oh
Drogba: I'll get out of the car
Drogba: ANd start to grab my things

Feuilly: He gets out of the car and ineffectually helps you to remove the chest. You do over 100% of the work because he is more of a hindrance than a help.

Drogba: "Well, I guess this is where we part ways."
Drogba: I'll THROW OUT MY HAND to initiate a hand shake.

Feuilly: He'll put out his hand too.
Feuilly: "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."
Feuilly: "Take care of yourself, and good luck."
Feuilly: The gate opens as he says this last thing.

Drogba: So while I have his hand
Drogba: I'm going to use withering

Feuilly: manipulation + medicine difficulty 4

Drogba: roll 7#d10
dicebot: Drogba rolled 7#d10 --> [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}

Feuilly: Poor Doritos.
Feuilly: His arm withers to a grim parody of a limb and he starts shrieking in pain and shock.

Drogba: I'll let go and start making my way to the MANSION
Drogba: I'm dragging my sweet-ass chest/trunk behind me, too.

Feuilly: Doritos is still screaming over the fate of his arm.
Feuilly: And you approach the doors of the house.

Feuilly: As you stand at the doors like a yokel, they open.
Feuilly: A petite woman with hair tightly drawn up in a bun looks at you, and then to the screaming figure at the end of the driveway.
Feuilly: "Nosferatu?"
Feuilly: "I guess we have no time for chitchat. She's waiting down the hall in her study."
Feuilly: "It looks like I have a mess to clean up."
Feuilly: She starts heading down the driveway towards the man with the shriveled arm.

Drogba: I guess I'll stand there and silently watch her.

Feuilly: She's wearing a skirt and you get the impression of her being a sexy librarian as she wiggles her hips on the way.
Feuilly: She grabs the man by the shoulder and looks into his eyes and says some things that you can't hear.
Feuilly: And he starts to quiet down.

Feuilly: Are you going to keep watching her or do something else?

Drogba: Sorry, I was thinking.
Drogba: The sexy librarian thing kind of put me on my heels.
Drogba: I'll walk into the house and go to the chick in the wheel chair.

Feuilly: You head down the hall and notice a lot of art on the walls, but unfortunately don't have the education to recognize anything about them.
Feuilly: The door to the study seems to be closed, and you can begin to hear speaking from beyond it.

Drogba: I guess I'll wait a second and listen to what's being said.

Feuilly: You listen and realize it's not in English.
Feuilly: Some sort of Germanic language.
Feuilly: And a man and a woman speaking.

Drogba: I'll open the door and walk into the room.

Feuilly: Inside the room you see a desk and a wall of books on one side.
Feuilly: Oddly enough, there's also a fireplace that appears to be empty.
Feuilly: In the middle of the room is a creature that you assume must be the woman in question.
Feuilly: She looks like Helen Mirren would after drinking from the false grail, and her body is planted squarely in a wheelchair.
Feuilly: There is no sign of a man.

Drogba: I want to ask her about Teaching Mrs. Tingle
Drogba: Anyway
Drogba: God, I'd feel retarted if I just walked up to her and said, "WUT JOB U HAV?"
Drogba: Retarted
Drogba: hehehe
Drogba: I'll walk up to her and wait for her to speak.
Drogba: I'm doing kegel exercises the entire time.

Feuilly: "Let's have a look at you."
Feuilly: She stares intently at you for a moment before continuing.
Feuilly: "I've heard that you're good. The best, in fact."
Feuilly: "Is that true?"
Feuilly: She has a Germanic accent of some sort. You don't know enough about any of those languages to comment.

Drogba: Theldorrin, I'm sorry I'm taking so long.
Drogba: 75 percent of the time, I'm struggling not to say something stupid

Feuilly: You don't have to be afraid of asking questions.

Drogba: I sat there with, "I am, in fact, the best. Have you heard what happens to the rest?" all typed out

Feuilly: You know next to nothing, and these people aren't being very forthcoming.
Feuilly: Don't be afraid to go with your instinct, either.

Drogba: "What do you need me to do?"

Feuilly: "Oh yes. I haven't told you anything."
Feuilly: "You probably don't even know who I am. Especially since you clearly have very little use for the Camarilla or the masquerade."
Feuilly: "I am known as Maria Mayer. That is Ms. Mayer to you. We keep to the old ways here."
Feuilly: "I am the Tremere primogen, and the job involves my work as such."

Drogba: "Yes, go on."

Feuilly: "The prince's rule over this city is... questionable. He's not living up to his responsibilities."
Feuilly: "And as a consequence, an investigation is being convened. And you are to be my representative in that investigation."

Drogba: I'll stand there for a moment, PONDERING WHAT SHE HAS SAID.
Drogba: "What is your problem with the prince?"


Feuilly: "My problem with him is my own affair. Suffice to say that the feelings I hold towards him are mutual, and have been for quite some time."
Feuilly: "And even this right now is one of his schemes against me."
Feuilly: "He's fabricated this whole rigmarole in order to frame me and solidify his own power."
Feuilly: "All while under the watch of that somewhat insufferable malkavian."

Drogba: So just to make sure.
Drogba: She just admitted to knowing about the double agent, shit, right?

Feuilly: No.
Feuilly: You can interpret it that way.
Feuilly: But that's not the only possible way to interpret what she's saying.

Drogba: Alright
Drogba: "The man that dropped me off. Do you know who he works for?"

Feuilly: "The poor man you left with a withered arm at the edge of my drive?"
Feuilly: "He works for a servant of mine."
Feuilly: "I'm afraid you wouldn't know him, because you're new in town. But before the current prince, there was another."
Feuilly: "And he had been prince for as long as River City has had a prince."
Feuilly: "And sometime in the 1980s some business took place, and there was a new prince and the old was deposed."
Feuilly: "This is all before my time, of course. I'm a bit of a more recent arrival in this particular city."
Feuilly: "It is... not particularly to my liking."

Feuilly: perception + alertness, Difficulty 6

Drogba: Was she referring to Doritos's master when she was talking about the old prince?

Feuilly: Yes

Drogba: Alright
Drogba: roll 6#d10

dicebot: Drogba rolled 6#d10 --> [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=6 ]{6}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}

Feuilly: The door to the study closes quietly.
Feuilly: She looks to it, and resumes speaking.

Drogba: I'll turn around and look at the door to see if someone came in.
Drogba: Or turn my head, I guess

Feuilly: No one came in that you can see.
Feuilly: "He is not much of anything, now. Although I understand the exchange was bloodless."

Drogba: Oh, she probably used telekinesis, I guess.

Feuilly: Her face makes an expression you assume is smiling, though it isn't at all comforting.
Feuilly: "We came to know each other because like many Toreador, he has so many frailties, and I could help deal with those particular issues."

Drogba: I mentioned this earlier
Drogba: I've never worked with Doritos or his master before, right?
Drogba: Or had I

Drogba: ?

Feuilly: No, this is the first time for you.
Feuilly: You probably won't be working with Doritos again, either!

Drogba: Ehehehe

Drogba: "Tell me more about the former prince."
Drogba: I FOLD MY ARMS AND LOOK ALL TUFF AND SHIT

Feuilly: "He's French. I imagine that served him well in surrendering to our current prince."

Drogba: "Is that some sort of joke?"

Feuilly: She ignores you and continues.

Feuilly: "He's not really someone that you need to concern yourself with, however. His reach and knowledge are admittedly quite great, but he's firmly under my thumb."
Feuilly: "The players in this are the members of the primogen, the prince, the archon running the show, and the pieces we've all picked out."

Drogba: "So what exactly do you want me to do? Investigate is a fairly vague term."

Feuilly: "There is a meeting of the primogen tomorrow evening at 8pm, on the 30th floor the Newmedix building."
Feuilly: "You are to attend that and meet all of the other players."
Feuilly: "What I'm interested in from you, is someone that can maintain my own interests in this affair."
Feuilly: "I'm virtually certain that the prince will try to pin this whole business on me, and I don't want that."
Feuilly: "Ideally he and his subordinates will be to blame."
Feuilly: "And if some people happen to die along the way, then that's the way of it. Perhaps they shouldn't have set us up with such absurd rules in picking our pieces."

Drogba: I'll give her a puzzled look and then take off my mask.
Drogba: "So you want ME to go to this meeting and chat people up?"

Feuilly: "The meeting is just to gloss over the basics for those that aren't in the know, and to establish the various representatives in the investigation."
Feuilly: "If something should happen to the current Toreador primogen, the Ventrue primogen, or the prince himself during the course of this investigation then that would be unfortunate."

Drogba: I'll laugh. "Alright, I suppose I can help you."
Drogba: "Would you mind talking to the prince or whoever about the unfortunate incident outside, though? Well, only if that becomes a problem."
Drogba: "Also, we should probably talk about compensation."

Feuilly: "My attendant should already be dealing with that incident. But please be considerate and do it in front of the prince's home, next time."
Feuilly: "What do you want? Money?"

Drogba: I'll put my mask back on.

Feuilly: You noticed that she wasn't surprised by your visage.

Drogba: "Yes, money and possibly some information."
Drogba: "Also, is there anything else that you can tell me about all of this? I don't like going into these things blind."


Feuilly: "How is $5000 a night?"

Drogba: "Yes, I'm fine with that."

Feuilly: "The prince is a kindred by the name of John Burnhamthorpe. He's the CEO of Newmedix, a pharmaceutical company and its in his building that this meeting will take place."
Feuilly: "He is very thoroughly American, so try to keep that in mind as well."
Feuilly: She says the word American with some distaste.
Feuilly: "The primogen itself consists of 6 members. Myself and the two others I mentioned, plus a Gangrel, Brujah and Nosferatu. There's an envelope in my right desk drawer that has more information on them."
Feuilly: "Since the Malkavian presence in River City is so feeble, an Archon from that clan was sent out to deal with this business as a neutral third party."

Drogba: I'll grab the envelope from her desk.

Drogba: "Why exactly is the prince's rule under question?"

Feuilly: "Someone's been trying to expose us. Kindred. Someone in River City."
Feuilly: "Are you familiar with the Twilight book series?"

Drogba: "What?"

Feuilly: "It's a book series about vampires. Apparently it's revived a great deal of interest in our kind, and that means that vampire lore is very much in vogue, so to speak."

Drogba: It's so hard for Drogba not to start squealing and running around the room right now.

Feuilly: "And someone has been trying to publish real information about kindred."
Feuilly: "We don't know who it is, but we do know that the individual is very likely from River City."
Feuilly: "So you see in allowing this to happen, he is failing in his duties."
Feuilly: "But if the blame is placed on me, then the consequences fall that way."
Feuilly: "And while we can prevent it from being published, there is a great deal of concern about him creating an Internet for that book. Or something about a witchipedia."

Drogba: "You guys can find me in a box in some random sewer pipe, but you can't find an idiot who was inspired by the Twilight novels to publish accurate information about vampires?"

Feuilly: "I'm sure it'd be no problem if they stank as you did, and left that stink on the manuscript."
Feuilly: "But I supppose you think that the Tremere can just discover anything? That I can just pick up the manuscript and know everything about the person who wrote it?"
Feuilly: "Such ignorance."

Drogba: I stumble backwards as if I was shot a million times by the most powerful gun
Drogba: I want to say that if it's so difficult then why are people starting a witch hunt against the prince about it, but I don't want to be too much of an ass.
Drogba: "Alright, I understand."
Drogba: "I didn't understand how serious of a problem all of this was."
Drogba: I laugh.
Drogba: Anyway, I'll open the folder and check out its contents.


Feuilly: It has a list of names and presumably the individual that they've selected and some notes.
Feuilly: Right up at the top is John Burnhamthorpe. And next to it is the name Albie Smith (Brujah??).
Feuilly: You notice your compatriot Kehinde (mercenary) next to the name of Kate Murphy, the Toreador Primogen.
Feuilly: There is a star beside her name that seems to indicate allegiance to the prince.
Feuilly: The other name marked like that is the Ventrue primogen. Ian Prescott. Beside him is the name Hillary Margolis.
Feuilly: No clan is given for Hillary.

Drogba: "Earlier, you talked about absurd rules for picking your pieces. What did you mean?"

Feuilly: "We're not allowed to pick from our own clan. Which is why you see a lot of caitiff and so on."
Feuilly: "They're at least more reliable than the members of another clan."

Feuilly: There is a total question mark beside Vitaly, the Gangrel Primogen) Martin Wilson, the Brujah primogen, and Alex Petrov, the Nosferatu primogen.
Feuilly: They're also not indicated as being affiliated with the prince.
Feuilly: Beside Vitaly, there is a note that he perhaps won't even send a representative.

Drogba: "Just to clarify. The primogens won't actually be there, right? Just their representatives."

Feuilly: "We'll be there. And the prince too."
Feuilly: "There are still a few question marks to fill in, and not everyone as as well informed as I am."
Feuilly: She smiles at you again. Or maybe she's grimacing from some sort of old lady pain.

Drogba: "Hmmm ..."
Drogba: "I recognize Kehinde. Are all of the representatives going to have the same type of skill set as us?"

Feuilly: "They can use whatever criteria they choose. I believe the selections will reflect the selector's level of knowledge about the incident."

Drogba: "So Hillary, John, and Kate all support the prince?"

Feuilly: Hillary is the representative of Ian Prescott.

Drogba: Ahh sorry
Drogba: Missread that

Feuilly: Ian is the Primogen
Feuilly: John is the prince
Feuilly: Kate is the toreador primogen

Drogba: Man, I fucked those names up
Drogba: Kate and Ian

Feuilly: "Yes"

Feuilly: Over.

Feuilly: "Ian is an Englishman and Kate is a bimbo."

Drogba: "Would you like me to come here first or to meet you at the meeting?"

Feuilly: "See me at the meeting."
Feuilly: "I don't travel as well as you folk, and will have to leave quite a bit earlier."

Drogba: "Alright, this should be enough."
Drogba: I'll exit the fukin' house.

Feuilly: You notice that the man's car is gone.
Feuilly: And apparently so is your method of getting home.

Drogba: Well, I don't really have a home.

Feuilly: To the sewer pipe, I mean.

Drogba: That's not my haven, yo! I can sleep in any sewer pipe!

Feuilly: In the suburbs?

Drogba: Do I have enough time to walk into the city?
Drogba: Or am I going to have to walk back to the crippled lady and ask for a ride

Feuilly: Yes, but it'll take you hours.
Feuilly: Depending how far you're walking.
Feuilly: Are you going to just the outskirts until you can find somewhere to sleep?

Drogba: SIGGHHH
Drogba: I'll go back in and ask the lady to have someone to give me a ride and show me where the meeting is going to take place
Drogba: And then to drop me off in a shitty part of town so I can feed.

Feuilly: The attendant stops you at the door.

Drogba: I'll ask her then.

Feuilly: "You need a lift? Didn't quite think that through, did you?"
Feuilly: "Typical man."

Drogba: "I'm so ashamed ..."

Feuilly: She gestures to you to follow as you she goes to the garage to get a car.

Drogba: I'll follow and get into the car when it's appropriate.

Feuilly: It's a nice Lexus, and you notice that the garage also houses some sort of van that is probably necessary when Ms. Mayer needs to travel.
Feuilly: She pulls out and drives you to the Newmedix building.
Feuilly: It's quite tall, one of the largest skyscrapers in the city.
Feuilly: And there's a subway station right beside it as well as a parking garage.
Feuilly: "Did you need anything else?"

Drogba: "Thank you for the ride."
Drogba: I'll extend my hand to initiate a handshake.
Drogba: It's out there
Drogba: Waiting to be shook

Feuilly: She'll extend her hand.

Drogba: She's going to judo throw me
Drogba: I know it

Drogba: I'll grab her hand and start to vigorously shake it.

Feuilly: She looks at you like you're some kind of animal, and shakes back.

Drogba: I'll shake your hand for an awkwardly long period of time and then let go.
Drogba: Her hand, rather
Drogba: Then I'll grab my shit and walk off.
Drogba: I'd like to hunt, I guess.


Feuilly: The car pulls away.
Feuilly: perception to hunt, difficulty 6

Drogba: roll 3#d10

dicebot: Drogba rolled 3#d10 --> [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}

Feuilly: You explore the downtown area and venture into an underground parking lot which is mostly empty (given the time) except for a few cars.
Feuilly: You see a woman in a skirtsuit walking to her vehicle, however.

Drogba: I'll use unseen presence, sneak up to her, grab her (I'll cover her mouth), and drag her to a place where we won't be seen
Drogba: Then I'll drink her fucking blood!!!!

Feuilly: It goes without a hitch, and you sink your fangs into her neck as she squirms in your grasp.
Feuilly: Self control difficulty 6

Drogba: roll 3#d10

dicebot: Drogba rolled 3#d10 --> [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}

Feuilly: Roll 1 die.

Drogba: roll 1d10

dicebot: Drogba rolled 1d10 --> [ 1d10=4 ]{4}

Feuilly: You drink deeply.
Feuilly: Are you going to keep drinking?
Feuilly: She's much more feeble in your grasp.

Drogba: Hmm
Drogba: Sure, why not

Feuilly: Well, if you kill her then degeneration...
Feuilly: So roll 1 die again if you keep at it.

Drogba: I can't go past 10 points, right?

Feuilly: She'll die at 10, by my understanding.

Drogba: Do I have enough time left to go hunting again?

Feuilly: Yes.

Drogba: ALright
Drogba: I'll leave her and try to find someone else

Feuilly: There's tons of time this evening.
Feuilly: Probably not so in the future.
Feuilly: perception difficulty 6

Drogba: roll 3#d10

dicebot: Drogba rolled 3#d10 --> [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}

Drogba: I find the best victim
Drogba: With 5 million gallons of blood

Feuilly: This time it's a homeless person in an alley.
Feuilly: They're lying under a threadbare blanket.

Drogba: I'll drink his/her blood

Feuilly: You get him entirely by surprise and sink your teeth into him.
Feuilly: one die again.

Drogba: roll d10

dicebot: Drogba rolled d10 --> [ 1d10=2 ]{2}

Feuilly: Are you going to drink more?

Drogba: Yeah
Drogba: roll d10

dicebot: Drogba rolled d10 --> [ 1d10=4 ]{4}

Drogba: I'm done with this dude
Drogba: That takes me to 13 blood points, right?

Feuilly: He's got 4 left and you're at 13. So you could in theory drink him for the two last points, because you can't overfill yourself.

Drogba: I'll do that then

Feuilly: Alright.

Drogba: Should I roll?

Feuilly: I understand now why people don't do hunting in their games, because the whole thing is lame.
Feuilly: Naw.
Feuilly: We're fine.
Feuilly: You're full.

Drogba: Fuck yes

Feuilly: It looks like you'll need all of it, with whatever things may come to pass in the next few days.

End of Drogba's Chapter 1
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[Theldorrin]

Chapter 1: Tea for Two
"Who is John Galt?" - Atlas Shrugged

Feuilly: You wake up alone in your bed.
Feuilly: The clock radio reads 7:45pm.

Albie: I'm famished, I realize, licking my dry teeth with a accompanying disgusting sound. "Chelsea!" I scream for my wife.

Feuilly: You hear stomping sounds as someone hurries up the stairs and thrusts open the door.
Feuilly: A dowdy middle aged woman in an apron steps into the room.
Feuilly: "Did you need something, dear?"

Albie: "Vitae," I say coarsely. "I'm dying for it."

Feuilly: She flinches almost imperceptible.
Feuilly: "Of course dear."
Feuilly: She walks towards you and leans over, presenting her neck to you.
Feuilly: You imagine that you hear the pounding of the blood through her veins.

Albie: "Thank you, dear," I say, and bite into her, intending to withdraw two-tenths of her stock. I pinch myself to try to maintain control.

Feuilly: Frenzy check. You need to accomplish the five successes against difficulty 8 for an extended self control roll.

Albie: rolls 2 10-sided dice: 3 7
Albie: Well, there we are.
Albie: I'll use a Willpower point to halt my frenzy when necessary.

Feuilly: Roll 1d10 for the amount of blood you drain.

Albie: In that case, I suppose I'll use it now.

Feuilly: You restrain yourself from drinking too deeply, and stop at precisely where you wanted to.
Feuilly: Gain 2 blood points.

Albie: I withdraw my fangs from her and sit up. "No..." I say. "I feel it. The frenzy..."
Albie: I turn to her and say: "Leave me. Get out of here. Lock the door."

Feuilly: Fear in her eyes, she gets up and hurries through the door and locks it.
Feuilly: As she leaves the room, the frenzy overtakes you again.

Albie: I howl and thrash and really do a number on that bed, destroying its foundation.
Albie: "Curses," I think, as I break a lamp while rising and attempting to beat down my locked bedroom door.

Feuilly: You hear the sound of a door slamming shut.
Feuilly: Apparently Chelsea had the presence of mind to flee the house, hopefully with the children.

Albie: I bash my head against the door, trying to demolish it.

Feuilly: Unfortunately with your super strength the door is not much of a match for you and it falls off its hinges with the blow.
Feuilly: You're free, and you hunger.

Albie: I rapidly descend the stairs to the first floor of my home, snarling and sniffing the air for traces of my family, or our dog.

Feuilly: Poor Chelsea. In her haste she remembered the children but left Rascal behind.
Feuilly: At your descent he rises from the floor where he was laying, sniffs the air, and starts baring his teeth.

Albie: I fatly pounce on him and bury my fangs into his tender, furry flesh.
Albie: Or, I attempt to, assuming I catch him.


Feuilly: Rascal collapses in a heap, evidently unprepared for the ferocity of your attack.
Feuilly: Your fangs bite into his hindquarters.

Albie: I drink the little mutt dry.

Feuilly: You get 3 more blood points and Rascal collapses to the floor without even a whimper.

Albie: I begin to rend his flesh from his bones with my fangs, tossing heaps of fur and meat aside, painting our pristine walls with gore. I lick up every trace of blood I can. I howl.

Feuilly: Time loses meaning as you transform his body into something more resembling roadkill.
Feuilly: As you begin to calm down, the beeping of your smoke detector knocks you out of your frenzy entirely.

Albie: Wiping my chin of saliva and blood as my vision focuses and my mind clears, I struggle to make sense of this sound.
Albie: Do I detect the sight or smell of smoke?

Feuilly: alertness + perception, Difficulty 6

Albie: rolls 6 10-sided dice: 8 2 10 2 6 3

Feuilly: You smell smoke coming from the kitchen, and the back of your mind remembers that Chelsea was wearing an apron.

Albie: "God damn it," I (Lord) mumble(s) as I get to my feet, kicking aside the dog carcass for now, and hurry into the kitchen, hoping this is something I can easily calm.

Feuilly: A very tiny amount of smoke is leaking from the oven door, and that seems to be what you were smelling.

Albie: Feeling my nerves tingle and my dead heart pace a bit faster, I waddle over to the nearby closet to retrieve a small fire extinguisher, then return to the kitchen and open the over door very carefully - pulling the grip down with the slightest of gestures then hastily stepping back with the extinguisher at the ready as the door falls.

Feuilly: You're met with a burst of smoke that clouds your vision of the oven's interior.

Albie: I gag but do not cough and brazenly fire the extinguisher in the general direction of the oven.
Albie: I wave an arm around my face to try to clear the smoke.

Feuilly: As the smoke clears, you see no fire. Whether it was by your actions you'll never know.
Feuilly: It does look like Chelsea's pie is ruined, however.
Feuilly: Burnt and covered in the extinguisher's chemical agent.

Albie: I sigh and return to the closet, placing the extinguisher back in its place and retrieving a large black garbage bag. In the kitchen, I put on an oven mitt, drop the pie into the bag and leave the oven open for cleaning later. I walk back into the hallway and sadly inspect Rascal.
Albie: With the oven mitt still on, I clumsily pick up the pieces of our dog and drop them into the garbage bag. "Only a dog," I say, as I swallow the memories of having taken him hunting with Joshua.
Albie: With that arduous process over, I bring the garbage bag to our garage and drop it into the bin, then give the mitt a cursory wash in the sink before putting it in with the dirty laundry.

Feuilly: As you wash the mitt in the kitchen sink, you notice two notes posted to the refridgerator.

Albie: Oh, I never addressed the alarm. I assume it turned itself off?

Feuilly: Yes.
Feuilly: With the dissipation of the smoke.

Albie: I inspect said notes.

Feuilly: The first says:
Feuilly: Protesting @ Planned Parenthood - Hannah
Feuilly: Apparently your daughter wasn't even in the house.

Albie: "Good girl," I think.

Feuilly: The second indicates that John Burnhamthorpe's office called.
Feuilly: Presumably some time when you were asleep.

Albie: (Do I know who that is?)

Feuilly: That is the prince that helped you out with your dealings with your sire.
Feuilly: He's also the CEO of Newmedix pharmaceuticals and a Republican.

Albie: I grab the wireless phone from the kitchen, dial the prince's number and affix it between my jaw and shoulder as I go get our mop from the garage and bring it back to the hallway.

Feuilly: It's answered after one ring.

Feuilly: "Hello Albie Smith. This is Cornelius Penrose. I'm Mr. Burnhamthorpe's executive assistant."
Feuilly: "Mr. Burnhamthorpe was hoping to set up a meeting sometime with you this afternoon about a potential job opportunity, and to discuss certain political affairs."

Albie: Silently, I curse today's caller ID technology which allowed Cornelius to so neatly skip past initial phone introductions and pleasantries.
Albie: Eroding the manners of civilization, I think.
Albie: As I plunge my mop into a bucket of stale, dirty water, I reply: "Yes, what time will do?"

Feuilly: "Would you be able to make it here in 45 minutes?"

Albie: I am grateful to hear this assistant refer to Burnhamthorpe as "Mister." I feel "prince" is too sacred a title for a man, and never use it myself.
Albie: "That's fine, Mr. Penrose. I'll be there," I say, before ending the call, placing the phone on a nearby table and continuing to mop up the remnants of Rascal.

Feuilly: You know from your previous meeting that John Burnhamthorpe has his office on the 30th floor of the Newmedix building in downtown River City.
Feuilly: Unfortunately cleaning is one activity that you do not excel at, and you manage to make more of a mess of things.

Albie: nooooo
Albie: I didn't even get to roll Diligence + Housework.
Albie: I rest the mop and bucket in the corner of the hall and tromp upstairs, where I step over the battered bedroom door, disrobe and get into a warm shower.

Feuilly: The warm water washes over you, and you feel glad to be clean. But you can't help but feel that it has never felt the same since your transformation.

Albie: Stepping out of the shower, I wrap myself in a fresh white towel and nakedly inspect our broken bed and the shattered glass of the lamp. I frown, then dress myself. A white dress shirt, maroon tie and red sweater vest. Striped boxers, white socks and gray slacks. I brush my thinning hair back, and attach my holster around my shoulder, then slip into it my pistol.

Albie: I put on a pair of black dress shoes, head downstairs once again and lift my brown leather coat from the coat rack.
Albie: On the memo pad of the hallway table, I write: "I am sorry for the mess, dear. Please call the housemaids and handymen."
Albie: I open my wallet and leave my credit card beneath the pad.
Albie: Then I exit my home.

Feuilly: Your SUV is sitting in the driveway. Apparently your wife took the bus, or went to a neighbour's.
Feuilly: Over.

Albie: Whistling, I get into the driver's seat and head to Newmedix, after putting on my fancy leather driving gloves, stored in the glove compartment.

Feuilly: It's a short drive over, and you know the area fairly well since it's not far from city hall.
Feuilly: Due to the time of night, you're fortunate in scoring a spot in their underground parking garage.

Albie: I remove my driving gloves, exit my car. I enter the building.

Feuilly: There are a few stragglers walking about. Much fewer than from that night when you were last here.
Feuilly: Presumably because it's a Thursday and people are going away for the holiday (July 4) on Monday and so are taking extra time off.

Albie: Is it 2010?

Feuilly: It is 2010 but imagine that the calendar works out.
Feuilly: Because I know it's one day off for 2010.
Feuilly: It's currently the last day of June.

Albie: So it's only a month after my embrace!

Feuilly: Yes, you're very new to everything.

Albie: Am I allowed to simply enter the elevator?

Feuilly: Yes.

Albie: I will, frantically hoping that I am not automatically sent to floor thirteen.

Feuilly: There's one set of elevators for 1 to 20, and another for floors 21 to 40.
Feuilly: Haha

Albie: Oh, phew!
Albie: I enter the correct one.

Feuilly: You push the up arrow for one of the elevators, and the door opens immediately.

Albie: I push the 30 button and stand idle and a bit uncomfortable.

Feuilly: Some Abba muzak comes over the speakers.
Feuilly: Dancing Queen, you think.
Feuilly: The ride is short and direct, with no stops before the 30th floor.
Feuilly: And the doors open to a small lobby with a young Indian woman sitting at the reception desk.
Feuilly: She smiles and you and speaks.
Feuilly: "Mr. Smith, Mr. Burnhamthorpe is expecting you. Just down the hall to the left."
Feuilly: She points out on the left.
Feuilly: It's your left, not hers.

Albie: Is she a red Indian or brown Indian?

Feuilly: Brown Indian.
Feuilly: Also she has an American accent.

Albie: Does she have a DOT?

Feuilly: No, she's dressed in a very modern, professional business casual style.
Feuilly: She just happens to be brown instead of white.

Albie: Look, Albie's no racist, but he doesn't like you making excuses for her.
Albie: I will follow her instructions and head down the hall to the left.

Feuilly: At the end of the hall is a much smaller desk with a man in wire rimmed spectacles and very neatly trimmed blond hair.
Feuilly: "Are you Mr. Albie Smith, by any chance? I'm Cornelius Penrose."

Albie: "Nice to meet you," I say and offer him a very firm handshake.

Feuilly: He gets up from his chair and grasps your hand firmly.
Feuilly: "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Feuilly: "Mr. Burnhamthorpe is waiting in his office on the left." And he points to a door to the left.
Feuilly: You notice that there is also another door on the right.

Albie: I enter the left door.

Feuilly: As you enter the room, Cornelius sits down and resumes typing at his desktop computer.
Feuilly: John Burnhamthorpe's office is large and quite spartan.
Feuilly: There is no art decorating this office.
Feuilly: For the furniture, there is a large executive desk that has nothing on it, save a blackberry and a small picture frame.
Feuilly: There are also four comfortable looking chairs in front of his desk.
Feuilly: And the entire back wall is a window giving what is perhaps the best view of River City that you have ever seen. it's angled so it shows both parts of the river and some of the nicer areas of town.
Feuilly: John Burnhamthorpe is sitting in his chair. He's a middle-aged looking fellow, with grey at his temples.
Feuilly: He's currently wearing a dark navy blue power suit.

Albie: I sit in the centermost chair and really wonder what's in that picture frame on his desk.
Albie: I clear my throat and ask: "Mr. Burnhamthorpe?"


Feuilly: He looks up at you.
Feuilly: "Ah... Mr. Smith, was it?"
Feuilly: He gets up and extends his hand for a handshake.

Albie: "Albie, please," I say with a grunt as I half-stand to take his hand, squeezing it for a sign of life, then sit back down.

Feuilly: "And you can call me John."
Feuilly: You notice that he's a bit overweight, and that his hands are well manicured.
Feuilly: He returns to his seat and continues.
Feuilly: "You know that we are living in... troubling times."

Albie: A good name, John, I think. "Of course," I say, "but I personally take solace in knowing they won't last forever."

Feuilly: "Yes, indeed."
Feuilly: He smiles at your remark.
Feuilly: "I know you've done quite a bit of work for our upcoming mayoral election."
Feuilly: "And I'm hoping that you'll show similar support for Hargrove in his run for Congress."
Feuilly: You recognize the name of Hargrove as another tea party candidate.
Feuilly: "Of course we both know that these are bit moves, and the real goal is 2012."

Albie: I nod, and say: "What matters now is undoing the mistakes of the last two years, and keeping the next two responsible. Hargrove can do that, and he has my support."

Feuilly: "Indeed. And that is why I've asked you here. I know you as a man of integrity, and I need someone with integrity to deal with the current difficulties I'm in."
Feuilly: "Integrity is so hard to come by nowadays."
Feuilly: He sighs.

Albie: "What difficulties are you facing, may I ask."

Feuilly: "You may."
Feuilly: "You understand that a fair amount of responsibility in this city falls upon me."
Feuilly: "One of my greatest responsibilities is to ensure that things that should be private, are maintained as private."
Feuilly: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not begrudging this at all. I enjoy work and this is something that needs to be done for the good of us all."
Feuilly: "But it's made more difficult by those that wish to expose things to third parties."
Feuilly: He rubs his temples.
Feuilly: "This whole business is like Watergate all over again."

Albie: "I sympathize, but I have to ask how I fit into all of this," I say, clasping my thick fingers together.

Feuilly: "Some of these secrets have been leaked, and the powers that be have decided to convene an investigation into these matters."
Feuilly: "Unfortunately the trail indicates that the leak originated in our city, and thus it was my responsibility to keep it quiet."
Feuilly: "I failed in my duty."
Feuilly: "But all is not lost. There is a chance to save face and remedy the problem."
Feuilly: "The Archon in charge of this whole business has decided that each member of the council shall pick a respresentative to carry out the investigation."
Feuilly: "But I'm getting ahead of myself. Do you by chance even know what an Archon is?"

Albie: "As a matter of fact, I was about to ask."

Feuilly: "Maybe it's best to use an analogy."
Feuilly: "My role here is like that of the Chairman of the board. I chair board meetings."
Feuilly: "And there are several other members that also sit in on these board meetings. They are important members of our community."
Feuilly: "Although not all are there by my choosing."
Feuilly: "The leaked secrets are like possible insider trading."
Feuilly: "And the archon is an agent with the SEC."
Feuilly: "Does that help?"

Albie: "An overseer against corruption?" I ask.

Feuilly: "Essentially."
Feuilly: "Except this particular fellow is... not all right in the head."
Feuilly: "And he's decided that the course of the investigation will involve each of the members of the board picking a representative, and those individuals discovering as much about the transgressions as possible."
Feuilly: "Multiple representatives serving all of the different interests."
Feuilly: "And I have to wanr you ahead of time, but River City is decidedly more European than I would like."
Feuilly: "And I don't mean my good friend Ian Prescott. The Brits were at least on our side in Iraq."
Feuilly: "It's the rest of them that I don't trust."

Albie: "So, what would you have me do?"

Feuilly: "Someone on the board is directly responsible. The secrets point directly to knowledge that could only come from a board meeting."
Feuilly: "So one, or possibly more of the other people in the investigation will be working to cover up this information."
Feuilly: "Don't let that happen."
Feuilly: "I'm a bit at a loss, though."

Albie: "What makes you so sure that the representatives will even know their member is the leak?"

Feuilly: "You'll also be given broad discretionary access throughout the city."
Feuilly: "My prime suspect is an Austrian woman named Maria Meyer. She's had it out for me for years."
Feuilly: "She's also hired some sort of brute of a fellow. I believe the name's Trogdor or something like that."
Feuilly: "I believe that she knows this investigation is going to be quite damning to her, and she has hired him to cover up her treason."

Albie: Did he... did he answer my question...?

Feuilly: You'll be given broad discretionary access to investigate throughout the city.
Feuilly: So you can investigate along with watching the other dudes.
Feuilly: He seems to clearly think that one of them will know something, though.

Albie: "Should I seek out this woman, Meyer, or her trog-dog?"

Feuilly: "There's a meeting tomorrow evening of the board, and everyone is to invite their representatives as well."
Feuilly: "You can't miss her. She'll be sitting beside me at the table."
Feuilly: "We'll be in the conference room across the hall and you're expected to be here at 8pm."
Feuilly: "Now if you're interested, we can discuss payment. I would not expect you to do this without just compensation."

Albie: "Ah, you're very generous, Mr. Burnhamthorpe," I say. "A donation to my church will suffice."

Feuilly: He gives a big smile.
Feuilly: "A sizable donation to the St. Francis of Assisi church."
Feuilly: "It's my understanding that this will only run a few nights, and that it will resolve Monday evening. Will that be a problem?"
Feuilly: Monday is the 4th of July.

Albie: "Well, I can't be kept away from my family's Independence Day barbecue, of course."

Feuilly: "I wouldn't have expected you to. But perhaps after...?"

Albie: "Yes, I suppose that's fine."
Albie: "By the way," I add, "you're more than welcome to attend."

Feuilly: "I may at that."
Feuilly: "Well, thank you for your time."
Feuilly: "And before I forget. Please take this."
Feuilly: He picks up the Blackberry and hands it to you.

Feuilly: "I'm told it's pre-programmed with my email address, and we can use it to pass information back and forth."

Albie: "I'm not very good with these," I say as I take it from him, look it over and push it into my pocket, "but if I have any trouble, I'll ask my children. They're wizards with the damn things."
Albie: I stand up and offer him my hand.

Feuilly: He takes it and gives you a vigorous shake.
Feuilly: "Very troubling times indeed..."

Albie: I exit his office, nod to the assistant.

Feuilly: The assistant looks up at you, and resumes typing on his computer.

Albie: I walk back to the elevator and call it, only taking a small, sideways glance at the Hindu girl to see if she is waiting for my acknowledgment.

Feuilly: So racist assuming she's a Hindu...
Feuilly: She smiles at you, but she's immediately speaking over her headset to someone on the telephone.

Albie: They're mostly Hindu!
Albie: Pardon me for respecting statistics!

Feuilly: And if you had bothered asking you'd have found out she was from Goa, and thus a Catholic!

Albie: Doesn't look like any Catholic I've ever seen...
Albie: Is the elevator here yet?

Feuilly: Yes, the door opens.

Albie: I take it down to the lobby and, assuming no interruption, enter my car. I drive to the local dog pound.

Feuilly: There are none as you make your way over.
Feuilly: Fortunately it's only 10:30pm and they're still open.

Albie: I park outside and enter.

Feuilly: There's a frazzled woman with curly hair walking about.
Feuilly: "Just a minute."

Albie: I clear my throat obnoxiously and stand there with my arms folded, waiting for her.

Feuilly: She finishes whatever it was that she was doing, and walks up to you.
Feuilly: "Lost your dog, dropping one off or taking one home?"

Albie: "Family dog passed today," I say, perturbed by her curtness. "Need a new one to comfort the children and all."
Albie: "He was a German Shepherd."

Feuilly: She nods matter of factly, apparently indifferent to your pain.
Feuilly: "So you'll be wanting another German Shepherd or are you interested in a different breed?"
Feuilly: "We've got a lot of mutts, too."

Albie: "I want the best you've got," I helpfully insist.

Feuilly: She rolls her eyes, and heads to the back room.
Feuilly: "Come. Let's take a look."

Albie: I follow her.

Feuilly: If there were such a thing as heaven for dogs, then this would be hell.
Feuilly: There are tons of dogs tucked into tiny cages, and some rather large cage areas packed with dogs.
Feuilly: And all of it smells strongly of dank, wet fur and excrement.
Feuilly: She points to one cage.
Feuilly: "This one's got no tags."
Feuilly: Intelligence + animal ken, difficulty 6

Albie: rolls 3 10-sided dice: 4 5 5
Albie: Damn.

Feuilly: It looks like a German Shephard to you.

Albie: "How much do you want for it?" I ask.

Feuilly: "It's a stray. Just $50 for the shots and you can have it."

Albie: "All right, wrap him up," I say with a muttering laugh.

Feuilly: She coaxes the animal from its cage, and attaches a cheap leash.
Feuilly: "Here you are."

Albie: Was there a cash register in the front of the place or should I just pay her directly?

Feuilly: There was no cash register that you could see.
Feuilly: A very poorly run establishment, clearly.
Feuilly: All the more reason for a change of Mayor, you suppose.

Albie: I open my wallet and hand her three twenties. "Got change?"

Feuilly: She pulls a $10 out of one of her pockets and hands it back to you.
Feuilly: "Remember to spay and neuter your pets."

Albie: I heave the dog up into my arms and inspect him, looking him in the eyes.

Feuilly: perception + animal ken, difficulty 6
Albie: rolls 5 10-sided dice: 9 7 9 1 6

Feuilly: He looks like he's in fine condition. You're very fortunate to score one without any visible wounds or problems.
Feuilly: He licks your face.

Albie: I'll carry him outside and put him in the backseat of my car. Then I'll drive home.

Feuilly: The drive home is uneventful.
Feuilly: alertness + perception difficulty 6

Albie: rolls 6 10-sided dice: 3 5 7 5 2 8

Feuilly: You notice that your front door is ajar.

Albie: Hm, I think.
Albie: I park on the street in lieu of my garage and, accordingly, reach under the passenger seat for The Club, which I attach to my steering wheel. I let the dog out of the car and hold onto its leash and place my other hand inside of my coat, ready to withdraw my gun.
Albie: I head into my home.

Feuilly: As you enter the house you hear the telephone ringing.
Feuilly: perception + alertness difficulty 6

Albie: rolls 6 10-sided dice: 7 7 1 7 10 5

Feuilly: You hear nothing else.

Albie: "Stay," I whisper to the dog as I drop its leash. I try to silently close the door behind me.

Feuilly: dexterity + stealth difficulty 6

Albie: rolls 2 10-sided dice: 3 4

Feuilly: Try as you might, the door makes a loud creaking noise as it closes.

Albie: I answer the phone, quietly say "Hello," and venture further into my house, looking for signs of intrusion or misplaced objects.

Feuilly: The voice on the telephone is that of your wife, Chelsea.
Feuilly: "Hello dear, I'm just calling to let you know that we picked up Hannah and took her with us to the church."
Feuilly: You also notice on one of the walls, written with the blood of your dead Rascal, a message:
Feuilly: Your time is almost up.

Feuilly: You can't help but thinking how lucky you were that no one was home at the time.

End of Albie's Chapter 1
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[Theldorrin]

Chapter 1: Bros before Hoes
"Is it better to be feared, or respected; I say, is it too much to ask for both?" - Tony Stark

Feuilly: So you and Drogba are currently on retainer for a job that is upcoming.
Feuilly: The fee was $50000, with you keeping $40000 and Drogba getting $10000.

Kehinde: Drogba is an idiot!

Feuilly: Your contact was a guy with bright orange hair.

Feuilly: You wake up in your secret bunker. It's very dark.

Kehinde: I turn on the light and check the time.

Feuilly: The time is 8pm.

Kehinde: I get dressed in an all-black army-style suit, tuck my pistol in one inside pocket and a machete in the other and open the door to my bunker.
Kehinde: It's hard to get reception inside, so now I check my cell phone for messages.

Feuilly: There's a text message.
Feuilly: "Your services are needed this evening. Call me. 555-5020"
Feuilly: You recognize it as the number for the orange haired fellow.

Kehinde: Mike can't wait to suck my dick.
Kehinde: I call him back.
Kehinde: I hope this isn't some bullshit.

Feuilly: The phone is answered after the first ring.
Feuilly: "Ahhh... It's good that you called."
Feuilly: You recognize the voice is not that of the red haired fellow, but of someone with a slightly deeper voice.

Kehinde: "It's always good when I call, friend," I say with a laugh.

Feuilly: There's an awkward pause.
Feuilly: "Sorry about the very late notice, but it seems things are coming into play much faster than was anticipated."
Feuilly: "We want you to eliminate an individual by the name of 'Kate Murphy'."
Feuilly: "We've set up a meeting for you with a false job that should hopefully give you ample opportunity to eliminate her."
Feuilly: You think you've heard the name before, but couldn't place her beyond knowing that she's another kindred.

Kehinde: "Are there any rules for this hit?"
Kehinde: "And is there anything I should know about Kate before I get into some shit?"

Feuilly: "Just don't make it obvious who was behind it."
Feuilly: "It's probably best to keep the details about your job from anyone but your associate, who we've sent your usual contact to meet with."
Feuilly: "Kate is the toreador primogen because fortune smiles upon her, and not because of any particular talent."
Feuilly: "It'll probably be difficult to capture her alone, but you may get an opportunity in the upcoming days."
Feuilly: "She's also affiliated with the Plague."
Feuilly: You know from your experiences in the underworld, that the Plague are a street gang.

Kehinde: "A Toreador getting mixed up with the Plague? And a primogen at that ... this is an interesting bitch!"
Kehinde: "I was thinking of charging you extra for this, but the novelty alone," I pause to laugh, "That is reward enough!"

Feuilly: "She's not to be overestimated."
Feuilly: "She holds the position by the grace of the prince, and the muscles of those in the gang."
Feuilly: Perception + alertness, difficulty 6

Kehinde: roll 6#d10
dicebot: Kehinde rolled 6#d10 --> [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}

Feuilly: Oh, I forgot difficulty again. I need to get into that habit.
Feuilly: You hear a voice in the background shout out something that sounds like "megaslut".

Kehinde: I stifle a chuckle.
Kehinde: "Still, it's amusing. It's very rare that I'm intrigued by a target anymore."
Kehinde: "I wonder, though, what's your interest in her if she's so weak?"
Kehinde: "I'll kill her one way or the other, but I would think there was value in a weak primogen."

Feuilly: "Unfortunately she's a pawn of the prince, and not anyone else."
Feuilly: "And therein lies the problem."

Kehinde: "I see. If you can't have her, no one can," I laugh. "I can respect that."

Feuilly: "Your contact is in the Sigma Tau house."
Feuilly: "Say nothing of any of this to him. He must not know the strings we've pulled to get you recommended to him."
Feuilly: "His gang name is... Snake."
Feuilly: "I'm sure someone at the house can tell you who that is."
Feuilly: "He'll want to hire you for a job. You'll need to agree to it in order to put you within striking distance of Kate."
Feuilly: "From there it's up to you and your associate to get this done."
Feuilly: You notice that the guy on the phone is much more business-like than your normal contact.

Kehinde: "Simple enough. Trust me, she will soon be nothing but a memory."

Feuilly: You hear a click as the man on the other end hangs up.

Kehinde: I put my phone into my hip pocket as I walk to my Hummer.
Kehinde: I turn the key and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UePtoxDhJSw is blasting through the speakers.
Kehinde: I drive to Sigma Tau house.

Feuilly: You don't actually know where it is, but you figure that it's on frat house row with the other fraternities.

Kehinde: Yes.

Feuilly: You're driving down the street of frat houses and there are some students outside walking about to houses and so forth.
Feuilly: But no clear indication of which is the Sigma Tau house.

Kehinde: I stop, roll down my window and ask the students if they know where Sigma Tau house is.

Feuilly: A girl with thick glasses and a Blossom hat carrying some books turns to you and takes a step back.
Feuilly: "Uh... What are those guys up to now?"
Feuilly: She seems a bit shocked by your appearance and your humvee.
Feuilly: "It's the house down at the end on the right." She points to the far end that you hadn't gotten to yet.

Kehinde: "I appreciate your help, young lady," I say politely, and follow her directions.
Kehinde: I think to myself, they'll be up to much less in the near future.

Feuilly: You hear the loud music from your car as you approach the house.
Feuilly: There's a very wiry young, short man standing just outside the door looking onto the street that sees you approach.
Feuilly: He may only be a teenager.

Kehinde: I park my vehicle and step out.
Kehinde: I slowly walk toward the young man and smile. "Is this Sigma Tau house? I believe I am expected."

Feuilly: You notice that he has a cellphone in his hand and that he's been texting something.
Feuilly: And also that he has long brown hair with frosted tips.
Feuilly: "Yeah, this is it."
Feuilly: He gives you a good look up and down.

Kehinde: "Could you bring me to Snake? We have business to discuss."

Feuilly: He points over his shoulder with his thumb.
Feuilly: "He's inside. Probably upstairs."
Feuilly: "Also, not cool. Call him Andy in public."

Kehinde: "I will keep that in mind, young man."
Kehinde: I head inside, resisting the urge to break that nerd in half, then climb the stairs.
Kehinde: I look around, hoping Andy will notice me so I don't have to ask for him.

Feuilly: As soon as you open the door you realize that they must have some sort of heavy industrial insulation in place.
Feuilly: Because the music is deafening.
Feuilly: And there is an insanely huge crowd.
Feuilly: Although people start to move away as you enter, because your appearance is so intimidating.
Feuilly: You notice over the heads of others that there is a great big fat dude lying shirtless on a couch, and another dude slapping his stomach in time with the beat of the music.
Feuilly: Perception + alertness, difficulty 6

Kehinde: roll 6#d10
dicebot: Kehinde rolled 6#d10 --> [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}
Kehinde: -_-

Feuilly: There are throngs of people on the stairs, but you can make your way up without much difficulty if you want.

Kehinde: I'll go up the stairs, politely if I can, forcefully if I have to.

Feuilly: The people shift out of the way as you approach.
Feuilly: On the second level you notice that there are several rooms on this level, as well as another set of stairs going up.
Feuilly: There is also some smoke coming from one of the nearby rooms, but you can't see into the room itself from where you're standing.
Feuilly: And it smells like weed.

Kehinde: Is it noisy enough that heightened senses wouldn't do me any good?

Feuilly: Expanded senses come at a price, however. Bright lights, loud noises and strong smells present a hazard while the vampire
uses this power. In addition to the possibility for distraction mentioned above, an especially sudden stimulus - like the glare
of a spotlight or a clap of thunder - can blind or deafen the Kindred for an hour or more.

Kehinde: So I'd just get deafened.

Feuilly: Yes

Kehinde: Alright, I'll open the WEED DOOR.
Kehinde: And ask if those dopers, "Do you know where I could find Andy?"

Feuilly: There are four dudes sitting around taking turns at a bong made out of a plastic pop bottle.
Feuilly: One of the black ones points up.
Feuilly: "He's high, dude."
Feuilly: And the other three laugh at his joke.

Kehinde: I say thanks and then head up the second set of stairs.

Feuilly: It's much quieter upstairs.
Feuilly: There are five doors and all of them are closed.
Feuilly: There are no people hanging about that you can see, either.

Kehinde: Okay, now I'll use heightened senses to see what I can overhear.

Feuilly: perception + alertness, difficulty 5
Kehinde: roll 6#d10
dicebot: Kehinde rolled 6#d10 --> [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}

Feuilly: "Yeah, that's good."
Feuilly: The voice seems to come from the nearest door.

Feuilly: Sorry,.
Kehinde: I'll knock on that door.

Feuilly: You hear a loud male voice yell out "Yo!"

Kehinde: I'll open the door and say, "Is Andy here?"

Feuilly: Inside is a bedroom with a queen sized bed.
Feuilly: There's a man in jeans laying on the bed without his shirt on. He looks ripped, and fairly tall (although not as tall as you).
Feuilly: He's got dark brown hair and a baseball hat on backwards.
Feuilly: Two women are currently fully dressed in summer attire (t-shirts and shorts) and licking what appears to be chocolate syrup and cherry pie filling from his ripped chest and stomach.

Feuilly: "Hey brosef."
Feuilly: He turns to the women.
Feuilly: "Out."
Feuilly: The one on the right looks at you with disgust, but you catch the other one look you in the face, and then cast a quick glance to your crotch."
Feuilly: They both get up and hasten out of the room from the door you entered in.
Feuilly: Although you notice another door closed on the right, and one on the left.

Kehinde: I size up Andy quickly then say, "I understand that you have business you wish to arrange."
Kehinde: I grin.

Feuilly: "You must be ke-hinde."
Feuilly: He pronounces the name as if it rhymes with behind.
Feuilly: "Shut the door, so that we can speak in private."

Kehinde: I shut the door, "Kehinde," I correct him. I immediately know that our association will be brief regardless of Kate Murphy's status.

Feuilly: "The suit needs some muscle for something or other."
Feuilly: "And he asked us to go outside our group for some reason."
Feuilly: "I'll be straight with you. I don't much care for that. But he's the one paying, so it's his decision."

Kehinde: "I believe you'll find that it was money well spent."

Feuilly: He points to a small dresser by the door you came in.
Feuilly: "Envelope. Bottom drawer."

Kehinde: I turn and open the drawer, then grab the envelope.
Kehinde: I open the envelope and look inside.

Feuilly: Apparently Snake is a boxer briefs man, as the envelope was hidden in his underwear drawer.
Feuilly: The envelope has a thick wad of cash.
Feuilly: In hundreds. You'd have to count it to know for sure how much, but you wager it's somewhere in the thousands.
Feuilly: Just then, the door opens on the right and someone stumbles in.
Feuilly: It's an entirely naked white guy and you notice his tiny flacid penis dangling about.
Feuilly: "Yo dude, where's the juice?"
Feuilly: The naked dude shouts out to his bro on the bed.
Feuilly: "Brotard, I'm in the middle of something."
Feuilly: "Oh, sorry..." And he closes the door.
Feuilly: (and exits, of course)

Kehinde: I stuff the cash back into the envelope and tuck it into the back of the waist of my pants.
Kehinde: "You sure have an interesting way of conducting business," I laugh. "Do you often have naked men in your room?"

Feuilly: "Dude has got no sense of propriety."
Feuilly: "Gotta gag him when we meet with the suit, too."

Kehinde: "I'm sure you do," I laugh to myself at my joke.
Kehinde: "So details. What do you need me to do."

Feuilly: "There's some sort of meeting with the primogen."
Feuilly: "Something serious. I heard an archon was in town, even."
Feuilly: "Everyone gets a representative, and you're going to be Kate's."

Kehinde: Is this guy a vampire, ghoul or is he just hip?

Feuilly: How are you going to check?

Kehinde: I guess I'll listen for a heartbeat.

Feuilly: alertness + perception difficulty 9
Kehinde: roll 6#d10
dicebot: Kehinde rolled 6#d10 --> [ 1d10=6 ]{6}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=6 ]{6}, [ 1d10=6 ]{6}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}

Feuilly: You hear the dull thumping of the much quieter music and nothing else.

Kehinde: I suppose he's a vampire then. Probably a Toreador if he works for/with the primogen.
Kehinde: I guess that makes sense with all this foolishness about.

Feuilly: That is a reasonable assumption.

Kehinde: "So I just escort her?"

Feuilly: "No, she'll probably already be there."
Feuilly: "You're working for the prince, not her."
Feuilly: "Don't forget that."
Feuilly: "The meeting is tomorrow at 8pm on the 30th floor of the Newmedix building."
Feuilly: "That big skyscraper downtown with the Newmedix sign on it. Can't miss it."

Kehinde: "Let's hope so."
Kehinde: "So what exactly are my responsibilities as her representative?"

Feuilly: "Do what the suit says. Don't let any of the other representatives mess with his shit."
Feuilly: "Dude has a lot of enemies in this town."
Feuilly: "Fortunately he also has the big guns on his side."
Feuilly: He flexes and kisses his right bicep as he says this.

Kehinde: "Yes, he is quite fortunate, I reckon."
Kehinde: I try not to betray how greatly his bravado amuses me. It will be enjoyable to kill this one.

Feuilly: "Oh, and if that fucker Martin is there, send him my regards."

Kehinde: "I'll be sure to make him aware."

Feuilly: "Aight."

Kehinde: I'll turn to leave since this retard obviously doesn't know how to end a fucking conversation.

Feuilly: He lays there and waits for you to exit.

Kehinde: I'll get the fuck out of this shithole.

Feuilly: The crowd moves as you head towards them, and you notice that the fat dude is still getting his belly played like a drum by some dude.
Feuilly: As you open the door, the wiry fellow at the side looks up at you, and resumes looking out to the street.

Kehinde: I'll give the kid a solid slap to the back, "I appreciate your help earlier. Tonight has proven profitable, my friend."
Kehinde: Then I continue to my car.

Feuilly: He falls to the ground from the blow and screams ouch like a little boy.

Kehinde: I get in my car and decide I should feed in preparation for tomorrow's activities.

Feuilly: That's a good idea.

Kehinde: I'll drive to around in the more seedy area of town and look for someone on their own.

Feuilly: You drive to the slums.

Feuilly: A bunch of low rise apartments filled with recent immigrants, latinos and blacks.
Feuilly: alertness + perception

Kehinde: roll 6#d10
dicebot: Kehinde rolled 6#d10 --> [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}

Feuilly: Some motion catches your eye in an alley.

Kehinde: I'll focus in on the alley.

Feuilly: There are two people in the alley.
Feuilly: One much larger than the other.
Feuilly: It looks like the smaller one is a woman.
Feuilly: You suspect that some sort of crime is in progress.

Kehinde: I'll stop my car, get out and approach them quietly.

Feuilly: The woman is totally silent, but you make out light glistening from her eyes.
Feuilly: She's crying.
Feuilly: The man has her pinned and is starting to work his pants down.

Kehinde: I'll grab the man by his shoulder.
Kehinde: "Friend, I wonder if this poor lady is truly interested in what you're offering her."
Kehinde: "Perhaps you should ask her?"

Feuilly: The woman lets out a sob.
Feuilly: "What's your problem, man?"
Feuilly: As he turns around and gets a good look at you he's immediately startled.

Kehinde: "I'm wondering, sir, if are you familiar with the concept of consent?"
Kehinde: "This is a question that may help you avoid trouble in the future."
Kehinde: I tighten my grip on his shoulder.

Feuilly: "Sh..she was asking for it."
Feuilly: "She's always walking along in those sexy outfits smiling my way."
Feuilly: You can feel him trembling in your grip.

Kehinde: I laugh loudly.
Kehinde: "Honestly, I'm not so interesting in your feelings, sir. You are ... soon to be very unimportant."
Kehinde: I turn to the girl, "You may leave. I will take care of this ruffian."

Feuilly: She crawls away a bit, and gets up.
Feuilly: It's then you notice that she's wearing a long skirt and a turtleneck.
Feuilly: She heads off without saying a word.

Kehinde: "Now, back to the issue of consent."
Kehinde: I flash him my fangs.
Kehinde: "Do you consent, sir?"
Kehinde: Without waiting for a response, I rip into his neck.

Feuilly: You get to roll a die for blood
Kehinde: Huh?
Feuilly: 1d10 and you drink that much blood.
Feuilly: By my understanding.
Kehinde: I see.
Kehinde: roll d10
dicebot: Kehinde rolled d10 --> [ 1d10=7 ]{7}

Feuilly: You get 7 blood points.
Feuilly: He screams in pain as you bite into him, but he's starting to feel very feeble.

Kehinde: I'm going to go ahead and finish him off.

Feuilly: Take your last blood point or kill him?

Kehinde: After the last blood point, I'll snap his neck.
Kehinde: Eh, actually, I'll just set him down in the passenger seat and talk to him on my drive home.

Feuilly: Alright. You easily lift him up and set him down in your passenger seat.
Feuilly: He seems very out of it.

Kehinde: I start driving home.
Kehinde: "You know, tonight has been rewarding."
Kehinde: "I mean, even before I met you."
Kehinde: "An interesting job offer came my way and in my line of work, that is very rare."
Kehinde: "Very, very rare, indeed."
Kehinde: "And you will be a part of this. At least your blood will be," I laugh.
Kehinde: "How was your day?"
Kehinde: I laugh harder.

Feuilly: "What's happening?"
Feuilly: He sounds totally out of it. Like he has no idea where he is or what just happened.

Kehinde: "You're slowly dying. But I wouldn't concentrate on that right now if I were you."
Kehinde: "You should tell me something funny. Something that happened today."

Feuilly: "Lisa smiled at me as I was buying some fruit for my mother."
Feuilly: "Is that funny?"
Feuilly: "I'm not not feeling like myself."
Feuilly: "Where am I?"
Feuilly: "Who are you?"

Kehinde: "Relax, my friend. We're just taking a ride around town."
Kehinde: "Your story was not particularly funny, but it's possible I'm missing some context."
Kehinde: "Tell me about Lisa. Who is she to you?"

Feuilly: "Lisa is so beautiful. I love her so much."
Feuilly: The humvee is getting very close to your warehouse, since these slums are near the same outskirts as your haven.

Kehinde: "We are almost at the end, so I must ask to satisfy my curiosity."
Kehinde: "How does it feel knowing that you will never see Lisa again?"
Kehinde: "Is it funny to you?"

Feuilly: "Lisa is so soft..."

Kehinde: I pull into the warehouse and start laughing uncontrollably.
Kehinde: "You were good company, friend. Perhaps we will meet again in Hell."
Kehinde: Now I snap his neck.

End of Kehinde's Chapter 1
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Chapter 1: Two Nobodies in River City
"I've seen the future, brother; it is murder." - The Future, Leonard Cohen

Feuilly: You dream.
Feuilly: You're standing in a long corridor. At one end lies only darkness, and the other has a large wooden door.
Feuilly: The look of the corridor is like something out of a computer game, with the faux medieval style large stones that you wouldn't see in North America.

Merving: I blink and look back and forth in the weird half not understanding half you know completely what's going on way you feel in dreams. I run my hand along the weird cobblestone for a moment and then quickly decide to walk towards the wooden door. I search for a knob.

Feuilly: It doesn't appear to have a door knob, but it does have a knocker.

Merving: I pause for a moment and then take the knocker in my hand and timidly clack it against the door a few times. I then take a step back and wait.

Feuilly: The door opens silently to reveal a large chamber.
Feuilly: You immediately see a man of great size, perhaps 9 feet tall standing with his back towards you, peering intently at something.
Feuilly: You also see six people wearing gimp masks, chained to the walls.

Merving: I very cautiously take a step forward looking at all this strangeness around me...not knowing what else to do I call out to the giant man. "h-hello?"

Feuilly: The giant doesn't seem to respond, but the people in gimp masks seem to be struggling against their chains. Some of them are chained at the hands, and others are chained at the neck.

Merving: I try to inch over towards the gimpmask people to see if their chains can be undone while looking to see if my new position allows me to see what the giant man is staring so intently at.

Feuilly: Their manacles seem seamless, lacking even a lock and key.
Feuilly: Unfortunately you can't see what the giant is staring at. The wall looks entirely nondescript, and if there is something attached to it, then his body is blocking it entirely.

Merving: Can I see any other items in the room I could possibly use or can I at least get the mask off one of these people?

Feuilly: The masks have a zipper at the mouth, and a zipper at the back.

Merving: I try to time between any thrashing and grab out at the zipper of the mask the closest gimp person is wearing. The zipper at the mouth and I attempt to yank it open.

Feuilly: The person immediately speaks:
Feuilly: "I'm so afraid."
Feuilly: You immediately recognize the voice as your own. Or at least your voice as it sounds to you when you speak.

Merving: In shock I take a step back. I look back towards the giant and then to the door I came in assessing my chances of escape.
Merving: For some reason I know that the rest of these gimps will have similar things to tell me.

Feuilly: The giant doesn't seem to respond to you at all.
Feuilly: And the gimp masked figures are continuing as before. Including the one whose mouth is uncovered.

Merving: I consider running for the door but something compells me to just make sure my instincts aren't wrong. I approach the gimp farthest from me and attempt to unzip the mouth zipper of his mask.

Feuilly: This one is also in your voice, but it shouts out in anger.
Feuilly: "What is this? What's going on?"

Merving: This time I also unzip the zipper at the back of his head.

Feuilly: The mask falls off, and you're suddenly face to face with your own face.

Merving: "So what, these are supposed to be my emotions?" I puzzle to myself not really sure of what to make of it but with that amount of dream induced understanding that keeps a person from just immediately flipping out when they encounter something like this.
Merving: I look to the giant "then what the...."
Merving: I very timidly approach the giant man and try calling out to him again. "Hello? Who are you!?"

Feuilly: He keeps ignoring you. And not only that, but you haven't seen him move or even shift his stance.

Merving: My hand shaking I finally get close enough to reach him with an outstretched arm. I poke him in the arm with my index and middle fingers.

Feuilly: He turns around.
Feuilly: What happens next is something that just seems to make sense in the context of the dream, but couldn't be truly explained while awake.
Feuilly: As the giant turns around, he's suddenly the same size as you. And it's as if he was always that size and never a giant at all.
Feuilly: He's you.
Feuilly: "And then I died..."
Feuilly: He leans towards you and you see fangs outstretched.

Merving: I recoil in terror throwing my arms up across my face to fend of whatever the hell is happening!

Feuilly: He sinks his teeth into your neck.
Feuilly: "Merving... Merving..."
Feuilly: "You're going to be late."
Feuilly: You wake up to see your roommate standing over you and shaking you by the shoulder.

Merving: My eyes shoot open and I jounce in the bed being awakened from the nightmare. I look up at the familiar face of my roomate and around at my room and still can't seem to tell if I'm dreaming for a moment.
Merving: I breath out a sigh and look up at my roommate.

Feuilly: "Relax.. It was just a bad dream."
Feuilly: "But if you don't hurry, you're going to be late and then you know your Erin is going to give you shit."
Feuilly: You recall that Erin is your supervisor, and also that your roommate was just recently switched from a night shift to an earlier one.

Merving: "Uh...yeah....yeah, thanks. I really need to start setting my alarm." I sit up in bed for a minute and look down at my hands before wearily standing and heading to the bathroom to quickly prepare for work.

Feuilly: Your roommate exits your room and you hear him opening cupboards in the kitchen.
Feuilly: You take a quick shower, and the hot water eases your tensions a bit.
Feuilly: But you're still bothered by the dream. What did it mean? Did it mean anything?

Merving: As I dry off and step in front of the sink to brush my teeth I'm startled for half a moment at my own reflection, remembering that bit of my dream. I shake my head "weird." After using some mouthwash I dry off and head back into my bedroom to get dressed for the night shift.

Feuilly: It's 8:15pm. It looks like time will be tight, but you should be able to get there right on time at 8:30pm.

Merving: I quickly put my clothes on and grab whatever items I usually need for work and head through the kitchen. "Hey, seeya later." I tell my roomate as I decide to forgo any "breakfast" since I'm in a hurry. I head out to my car and drive off to work.

Feuilly: The ride is uneventful, as it usually is. Nothing ever seems to happen in River City.
Feuilly: You arrive and park in the underground lot for the First Commerce tower, the building where you do your work. It's 8:27pm. You think that you should be able to get up to the 15th floor in time.

Merving: I make a light jog to hurry and avoid being late as I head for the elevator. I just manage to hold onto my briefcase and jacket as I clumsily jaunt through the parking lot. Luckily nobody is there to see the spectacle this late at night.

Feuilly: athletics + dexterity difficulty 4
Merving: roll 2#d10
dicebot: Merving rolled 2#d10 --> [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}
Feuilly: You trip and fall on your way through the parking lot.
Feuilly: Precious seconds wasted. Erin is not going to be happy.

Merving: "Ah fuck." I grumble to myself as I awkwardly scoop up my stuff as quickly as I can and then try to pick up the pace to the elevator. When I finally get there I have that annoying presweat feeling that I know I'll have to go to the bathroom after I punch in and dry off rather than be stuck in wet clothes all shift.

Feuilly: The elevator is sitting there open, waiting for you.
Feuilly: As your eyes briefly flit over the numbers, you pause momentarily on the 13th floor, before pressing the 15th floor.
Feuilly: The doors close and muzak starts playing.
Feuilly: Abba's 'Fernando'.

Merving: I take a deep breath and sigh it out as I lean back against the wall of the elevator waiting for my ride to be over. I adjust my tie and hair a bit not that it helps.

Feuilly: The door opens and you hurry to your cubicle, passing half a dozen posted Dilbert strips, and silently noticing the gaze of your supervisor Erin as you head on your way.
Feuilly: You arrive at your desk.

Merving: before even sitting down i furiously tap out my login information in about half a second and finally plop down into my chair.
Merving: I take a look at the clock.

Feuilly: The computer clock reads 8:30pm. It looks like you actually made it!
Feuilly: As you sit in your chair for a moment, getting your bearings, you hear a voice.
Feuilly: "Merving. We need to have a chat."
Feuilly: In a shrill voice.

Merving: I actually smile over this accomplishment and consider this a pretty good start to a work day. Of course that has now been flushed down the toilet. I turn my head towards the source of the shrill voice.

Feuilly: It's Erin.
Feuilly: She's a short dumpy blonde woman with thick glasses.
Feuilly: "I'm very concerned about your tardiness."

Merving: "Oh...I apologize for that. I've been having some car trouble lately" I lie.
Feuilly: wits + subterfuge difficulty 6
Merving: roll 3#d10
dicebot: Merving rolled 3#d10 --> [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}

Feuilly: "Well, I hope you're getting your car problems looked into."
Feuilly: You can't help but realize that this conversation has already wasted more time than your alleged 'tardiness'.

Merving: "Oh absolutely. Thanks." I'm not really sure why I said thanks but it's out there. I sit waiting for Erin to speak wondering if she actually does anything at this company for a moment.

Feuilly: "We're all a team here, Merving. And when one team member isn't able to pull their weight, the other cogs gum up and the whole machine stops working."
Feuilly: "Now I remember when I started working here in 04. Things were a lot different then, but I put in my hours and eventually made my way up to supervisor."
Feuilly: "I feel that you have the potential to make supervisor too, if you only apply yourself and put your head to the grindstone."
Feuilly: She nods her head as if she has said something of any importance at all, and waddles back towards her own cubicle.
Feuilly: Six years at this company and she's still in an indistinguishable cubicle.

Merving: I release the insides of my cheeks from my teeth to keep from laughing now that the situation has been diffused and roll my eyes. I swivel in my chair back towards my computer and decided to check my emails.

Feuilly: You have one new email and it appears to be from Erin.
Feuilly: The timestamp reads 8:29pm.
Feuilly: And the subject is 'Office Policy on Lateness'.

Merving: My shoulders slump to my sides in defeat and I meagerly click the box and then "delete" without opening it.
Merving: I stretch out in my chair and then stand and look around to see if erin is looking this way.

Feuilly: Erin is typing furiously at her keyboard.
Feuilly: Your telephone rings.

Merving: I sit back down and pick up the telepohone. "Hello, what can I do for you today?"

Feuilly: "My computer won't work."

Merving: "Alright, well can you tell me what operating system you're currently using?"

Feuilly: "It's running Windows. But it doesn't work."

Merving: "So what is on your monitor when you try to get it to work? Or will the computer turn on at all?"

Feuilly: "I have some post-its on my monitor. Do you need to know what they say?"
Feuilly: "When I push the button the computer doesn't work."

Merving: "Well...first of all let's check to make sure the computer is plugged in..."

Feuilly: "There are a bunch of wires at the back of my computer? What do I need to do? Should I remove them all?"
Feuilly: perception + alertness difficulty 6

Merving: roll 4#d10
dicebot: Merving rolled 4#d10 --> [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=6 ]{6}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}

Merving: "Alright sure let's unplug everything in back from the outlets but don't remove the wires from any of the computer hardware itself.

Feuilly: You hear some grunting, and then a loud crash on the other end of the line.
Feuilly: "Shit. I'll have to call you back!"
Feuilly: He hangs up the phone.

Merving: "um..." I solemnly hang up my phone.
Merving: I decide now would be a good time to freshen up in the bathroom if nothing else is happening at the moment so granted that erin still isn't paying attention I head there.

Feuilly: As you turn around in your chair you notice Erin looming behind you.
Feuilly: Her face is virtually expressionless, but she starts to talk again.
Feuilly: "Mr. Dithers on the 16th floor has asked to see you. I hope you haven't done anything to upset him."
Feuilly: She moves her hands to her hips.

Merving: (OOC) Do I know who Mr. Dithers is?
Feuilly: No

Merving: "Mr...Dithers?" I say looking at Erin quizzically.

Feuilly: "Mr. Dithers on the 16th floor."
Feuilly: She repeats herself as if that conveys additional information in some magical way.

Merving: "Oh...kay." I reply as I stand up and shuffle around her and head to the elevator. I get in and hit the button for "16."

Feuilly: The trip is short. And the doors open to a dimly lit foyer.
Feuilly: You see a hint of brighter light leaking from a door far on the right.

Merving: I walk over to the door and knock on it and then wait for a reply.

Feuilly: "Please come in, friend."
Feuilly: It's a man's voice.

Merving: I step inside. "Mr. Dithers? Hello, I'm Merving. My supervisor told me you wanted to speak with me?" I try to be polite.

Feuilly: The office is medium sized, and there are two comfortable looking chairs in front of the desk.
Feuilly: The desk is a plain wooden desk, with a desktop computer and a picture frame. It is otherwise clear.
Feuilly: The room has two other people in it.
Feuilly: One man sitting in the chair behind the desk. He has dark brown hair and very large mutton chops.
Feuilly: The other man is leaning over his shoulder, looking at the computer.
Feuilly: He has a swarthy complexion and a big scar on his face.
Feuilly: He laughs as you mention Mr. Dithers.
Feuilly: Insight, difficulty 6

Merving: roll 3#d10
dicebot: Merving rolled 3#d10 --> [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}

Feuilly: You feel a weird connection between this meeting and your dream.

Merving: I'm a bit taken aback but try not to show it. I stand until someone offers me a seat. "Oh, hello." I say to the additional men.
Feuilly: Additional man. There's two guys. One with mutton chops and one with a scar.
Merving: Though I'm not sure who if anybody is Mr. Dithers.

Feuilly: The man in the chair looks at you, and gestures to a seat. "Please have a seat, friend."
Feuilly: "I'm sure you have a lot of questions."

Merving: "Thanks." I sit. "I apologize but I actually don't know which of you is Mr. Dithers." I admit.

Feuilly: The standing one laughs again.
Feuilly: The one in the chair smiles.
Feuilly: "Mr. Dithers is Dagwood Bumstead's boss. From the Blondie comic strip?"
Feuilly: "Tell someone something with enough conviction, and they'll believe it."

Merving: I'm a little confused because I'm still not sure why they made up the name but I laugh politely. "Hah. That's true, you had me going. So what did you want to see me about?" I avoid asking why they're being so secretive as I'm kind of nervous now and still have some meek hopes of getting out of this weirdness.

Feuilly: The standing one starts to talk.
Feuilly: "You've probably noticed some changes in your body, little boy..."
Feuilly: He chuckles again, but his compatriot just looks at him sternly

Merving: I involuntarily rub my shoulder against the place on my neck where I was bitten when he says this. "e-excuse me?"

Feuilly: The man sitting at the desk looks down to his wristwatch. "Don't you have somewhere to be, Nelson?"
Feuilly: "Oh yes, of course."
Feuilly: The standing figure with the scar gets up to walk out the door, and brushes past you.
Feuilly: Insight, difficulty 6

Merving: roll 3#d10
dicebot: Merving rolled 3#d10 --> [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}

Feuilly: You have a sudden flow of sensations.
Feuilly: You hear what sounds like a hymn.
Feuilly: And you see a sudden flash of blood splattering on a wall.

Merving: I look up to the muttonchopped man with wonder. I'm not sure what to make of his comment about my "body changing" as I'm not sure I'm ready to believe I've become a vampire even though the signs are all there.
Merving: "Who are you?"

Feuilly: "I am what you are. We call ourselves kindred, but we're perhaps better known as vampires."
Feuilly: "I am also a friend."
Feuilly: He gives you a genial smile.

Merving: "vampires? Actual vampires? I mean...I did some research but....really, vampires? H-how do you even know me?" I'm flabbergasted by the whole situation.

Feuilly: "How does anyone know anything?"
Feuilly: "We keep our eyes open and pay attention. There are often many signs that someone is a vampire."
Feuilly: "And the vast majority of the population is excluded purely due to the fact that they're not nocturnal."
Feuilly: "Plus a vampire can only be borne of another vampire. So that narrows the trail even further."
Feuilly: "As for yourself in particular, there were special gifts that came into play."
Feuilly: "Have you ever known something without really knowing how you knew it?"

Merving: "Wait, so are there other vampires working here? Is Erin a vampire? Do you even work here?" I blurt out one question after the other a bit overcome by the situation but not purposely trying to avoid his question.

Feuilly: "No, thankfully Erin is not a vampire. She's just a miserable human being. Or kine, which is what our name for normal humans is."
Feuilly: "And no, I don't work here. I am more of a mentor to the lost."
Feuilly: "Normally when a vampire is embraced, that is, turned into a vampire, they're cared for by the one that turned them."
Feuilly: perception + subterfuge difficulty 8

Merving: roll 3#d10
dicebot: Merving rolled 3#d10 --> [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}

Feuilly: Something doesn't seem entirely forthright with his two statements.
Feuilly: "I offer guidance to those that have no sire, and no one to guide them through their transition."

Merving: I feel a certain uneasiness but can't really distinguish it from the general uneasiness of the conversation in all so I rub my temple. "So...somebody did this to me...I mean, that's how it works right? I don't know how this happened. So...okay so" I try to sit up in my chair a bit. "okay so let's say I believe you, and we're both vampires...what's next?"

Feuilly: "I assume you've tried out a lot of the traditional things? Checked yourself out in a mirror, tried some garlic, touched a cross, etc?"
Feuilly: "Those things are mostly nonsense."
Feuilly: "Fire and sunlight are our achilles heel."


Merving: "...Yeah...I've had this bizarre phobia of going out in the daylight lately...I couldn't really explain it. I guess it's a good thing I didn't test it. What do you mean by "fire" though? Wouldn't that hurt anything?"

Feuilly: "Pretty much. But it's a good thing to know regardless."
Feuilly: "You also need to feed on blood to survive."
Feuilly: "I suggest you become acquainted with a local butcher."

Merving: "blood huh...I should have guessed that part would be true...how much do you have to drink? Like can I just get a really rare steak?"
Merving: "I mean just guzzling pure blood...doesn't that taste kind of gross?"

Feuilly: "I'll be perfectly honest with you. It has been well over a hundred years since I've had any food at all."
Feuilly: "I only have the barest memory of what steak tasted like."
Feuilly: "And your concerns are not uncommon. You are not the first to have an initial revulsion at the idea of drinking blood. But you get used to it."
Feuilly: "Just like you get used to never seeing the sun rise again."

Merving: my eyes widen a bit. "Wow...so I guess it's also true that you stop aging when you become a vampire? Do you remember anything about your life before you...you know...turned?"
Merving: "Did you have a um..mentor or what was it you called it before, that showed you how to...function?"

Feuilly: "Have you forgotten your past life?"
Feuilly: "And yes, I do have a mentor. And I have many childer of my own."
Feuilly: "My family is very important to me."
Feuilly: perception + empathy difficulty 6

Merving: roll 5#d10
dicebot: Merving rolled 5#d10 --> [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}

Feuilly: There is a very distinct touch of melancholy to his statement. Apparently family is very important to him, but the thought of it also makes him sad.

Merving: "Oh, well that's great." I try to be sincere though I haven't fully grasped the vampire definition of "family." My comment might come off as insipid.
Merving: "Um....speaking of which...what happens with my immediate family? I'm guessing I don't tell them I'm a vampire..."

Feuilly: "No. Not revealing our nature is our most important tradition."
Feuilly: "In the old days, we were very often hunted like animals simply for existing. And secrecy is the best way to protect ourselves."
Feuilly: He sighs audibly.
Feuilly: "I have something of a confession to make to you."

Merving: I look up at attention at this.

Feuilly: "Your sire wronged you."
Feuilly: "He brought you into this world of darkness, and abandoned you. It's unforgivable."
Feuilly: "And yet I knew about your existence earlier, and did nothing out of fear for your safety."

Merving: "What do you mean? What fear for my...am I in trouble?" I begin to get nervous again after having finally calmed down a bit during the conversation.

Feuilly: "Perhaps it's best I go over the traditions. They're vitally important in this case."
Feuilly: "You know of the first tradition, which is the tradition of the masquerade. We conceal our nature from those that are not kindred."
Feuilly: "The second tradition is that of domain. It basically means that a kindred holds absolute dominion in their own domain."
Feuilly: "This is important, but I'll come back to it later."
Feuilly: "The third tradition is that of progeny."

Merving: "Uh sorry to interrupt you but do you mind if I write this down?" I pull a mini notebook and pencil out of my pocket.

Feuilly: He nods in agreement at your comment.
Feuilly: He takes on a grim expression and begins reciting.
Feuilly: "Thou shalt sire another only with permission of thine elder. If thou createst another without thine elder's leave, both thou and thy progeny shalt be slain."

Merving: I finish scribbling "...and thy progeny shalt be slain..." I suddenly comprehend what I've just heard and written down. Whoa WHAT!?
Merving: "Slain!? So what I'm going to be..."
Merving: In shock and even paler than usual I stare across the desk in disbelief.

Feuilly: "And that is why I didn't contact you earlier, even though I knew of your existence. I knew that any contact from me would put you at risk."
Feuilly: He starts to smile.
Feuilly: "But I've found a loophole."

Merving: I uneasily grip the arms of my chair. "L-loophole?" I stammer.

Feuilly: "Yes. A loophole."
Feuilly: "Hallelujah, you are saved!"

Merving: Cautiously I ask "Okay...so...what is it?"
Merving: I breathlessly await his answer.

Feuilly: "River City is the domain of a fellow named John Burnhamthorpe. Perhaps you've heard of him. He's some rich businessman."
Feuilly: "Anyway, his responsibility as prince of River City, is to ensure that the traditions are upheld."
Feuilly: He says the word prince with a sneer.
Feuilly: "And he has failed in his duties. The masquerade has been broken!"

Merving: I consider asking "Prince? So is there a king vampire of the city?" for a moment but decide to forgo it since we're on the subject of preserving my life. "So...the masquerade...you mean another vampire let the secret out? What happened?"

Feuilly: "We're actually a bit short on details."
Feuilly: "As I understand it, someone tried to publish a book."
Feuilly: "Suffice to say, that's all that was needed for the Powers That Be to step in."
Feuilly: "An investigation is being convened, and by taking part in this investigation the prince is sanctioning your existence. You can live a long and healthy life in pursuit of whatever dreams you may have."
Feuilly: He smiles again.
Feuilly: perception + subterfuge difficulty 8

Merving: roll 3#d10
dicebot: Merving rolled 3#d10 --> [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}

Feuilly: You get the impression that he's lying about the prince sanctioning your existence.

Merving: I look down for a second and ponder. "I probably shouldn't ask this since it's my way of being pardoned but why do they want me to investigate this? I don't have any police skills."
Merving: "Plus wouldn't they rather use somebody whose been a vampire for a while?"

Feuilly: "All of the great old ones get a choice, and I'm choosing you."
Feuilly: "I assume the other members will pick those more suited to the nitty-gritty of detective work."
Feuilly: "And it's not that you don't have skills of your own that would prove useful."
Feuilly: "Computer use is not exactly common among those that are more familiar with buggy whips..."

Merving: I half shrug "Well okay, that works for me. You know, I'm embarrassed to admit it but I haven't even gotten your name." I try to cheer up a bit after the grim news of my impending slaying.

Feuilly: "You may call me Martin."
Feuilly: "I suspect that fortune may smile on you, and this meeting could lead to many great things for you."
Feuilly: "And you may meet some new friends, too."

Merving: "Well, good to meet you Martin. I'm Merving." I extend my hand across the desk even though we've already officially shaken hands.

Feuilly: He gets up and gives your hand a firm shake.
Feuilly: The meeting is on the 30th floor of the Newmedix building. You know the one across the street. 8pm tomorrow night."
Feuilly: "I'll be there as well, but we probably won't get a chance to talk further. But rest assured that no harm will befall you while you're there. No one would dare."

Merving: "hah. You know. I'm still not sure what to think about all this. Whether I should believe this is really happening. But I have a strange feeling of excitement about it." I say standing across the desk.
Merving: "I guess that makes me kind of weird."
Merving: "well there are probably thousands of questions I'd like to ask you but I don't want to keep you. Is there any reliable place I can find out more about....all of this?" I gesture to myself and my new life as a vampire.

Feuilly: "I'm afraid there's no guide book."
Feuilly: "Live. Experiment."

Merving: I nod. "Thank you, Martin. I'll see you tomorrow night." I step out of the office.

Feuilly: You have a lot to think about. At last confirmation of what you are, and that you're not alone.

End of Merving's Chapter 1
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Chapter 1: Take Two Pills and Call Me in the Evening
"The aim of Medicine is not to know the disease, but to relieve the suffering it causes." - Miguel Ángel García

Feuilly: You wake in your bed in your small apartment. The clock says 8pm.

JustinDeckard: I'll get out of bed and begin my routine.
JustinDeckard: Brush my teeth, turn off the alarm.
JustinDeckard: And check my phone for messages.
JustinDeckard: Actually is 8pm late for my character for whatever reason?
JustinDeckard: Or is the game occurring in the summer?

Feuilly: It is in the summer.
Feuilly: It's the last day of June.

JustinDeckard: Okay cool.

Feuilly: You have one message.

JustinDeckard: I'll listen to the message.

Feuilly: As the message starts to play, you hear a familiar woman's voice.
Feuilly: You recognize it as Eliza, a young woman that works at the clinic that you work at.
Feuilly: "Hi Justin, I know you're not supposed to be in this weekend and all, but can you come in tonight by any chance?"
Feuilly: "Dr. Sorenson has a family emergency, and things are starting to pile up in here."
Feuilly: "Please let me know if you're unavailable, because we'll have to start turning people away."

JustinDeckard: I'll call Eliza back.


Feuilly: "Hello, this is the River City Free Clinic."
Feuilly: You recognize the voice as Eliza's.

JustinDeckard: "Hi Eliza, this is Justin. Just calling you back after getting your message, I'd be more than happy to come in tonight so don't turn any patients away."
JustinDeckard: "I'll head over as soon as I can. I'd hate for the clinic to suffer for lack of a doctor today."
JustinDeckard: "By the way though, do you know what Dr. Sorenson's emergency was?"

Feuilly: "He said his daughter has appendicitis."
Feuilly: "It's a good thing you can get in here. I was starting to get very worried."

JustinDeckard: "Oh well it's no problem. Like I said I'm happy to help, and a father should be with his sick daughter."
JustinDeckard: "I'll head over now, and I'll see you soon, Eliza."

Feuilly: "Bye,"
Feuilly: She hangs up.

JustinDeckard: I'll get dressed making sure to put on the baseball cap to cover up the third eye.
JustinDeckard: I'll pocket my cell phone and grab my emergency medical kit and make my way to my car.

Feuilly: Your car is parked just where you left it in your building's lot.

JustinDeckard: I'll toss my medical bag in the passenger's seat get in the car and proceed to drive to the clinic.

Feuilly: It's a short and uneventful drive to the seedier side of town.
Feuilly: The streets seem a bit emptier than usual, and you suspect that people have left town for the upcoming holiday.
Feuilly: You arrive at the clinic and park in the employee parking. Not that it'd be hard to get a spot anyway.

JustinDeckard: I'll lock grab my stuff lock the car and head into the building.

Feuilly: The first thing you notice when you enter is that the waiting room is packed.
Feuilly: And you smell the stench of poverty and disease.
Feuilly: You see Eliza head over to you with a stack of folders in her hand.
Feuilly: She's a young thing at 20, with small stature.
Feuilly: "The first patient is Mrs. Dickerson in exam room 1. She's complaining about a cough."

JustinDeckard: "Okay sorry for taking so long to get here, Eliza."
JustinDeckard: "I'll try to work quickly so we can help as many people as possible tonight."
JustinDeckard: I'll smile at her and then make my way into the exam room.

Feuilly: The woman waiting in the examination room appears to be around 50 years old, but you know from past experience that she's only in her early 40s.
Feuilly: She has grey hair and a face that is extremely weathered.
Feuilly: "I got this cough."

JustinDeckard: "Well let's see what we can do about that."
JustinDeckard: Can I use my medical knowledge to attempt to diagnose her?

Feuilly: You can examine her. Perception + Medicine difficulty 6
JustinDeckard: I'll examine her then.
* JustinDeckard rolls 8 dice: 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 6, 8

JustinDeckard: I guess I'll do this the old fashioned way!

Feuilly: You have her cough for you a few times, while you listen to her chest.
Feuilly: You also peer into her throat.
Feuilly: You suspect that she just has a sore throat from a cold.

JustinDeckard: "Well it seems like it's probably just a typical cold, but why don't you tell me a little about the cough. When did you first start feeling sick?"

Feuilly: "Just a few days ago. I started coughing and having problems eating."

JustinDeckard: "Problems eating? Why don't you tell me more about that?"

Feuilly: "Well, I thought I had a cold. So I made some soup, and it made the coughing worse."

Feuilly: medicine + intelligence difficulty 6
* JustinDeckard rolls 8 dice: 1, 1, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10

Feuilly: Signs indicate that she has some sort of esophageal ailment, but without a lot of testing you can't really determine precisely what the problem is.
Feuilly: It could be anywhere from esophageal ulcers to tuberculosis. The ulcers being the most probable cause, however.

Feuilly: You could also wait until she gets worse and see if further symptoms show up.

JustinDeckard: I'll use Sense Vitality.
JustinDeckard: I'll reach over and touch her knee to do so.
JustinDeckard: "Well we'll figure out what's wrong with you."
* JustinDeckard rolls 9 dice: 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 9, 10, 10

JustinDeckard: So I get three questions.
JustinDeckard: Hmmm
JustinDeckard: Did the soup make her illness worse?

Feuilly: It merely aggravated what was already wrong with her.

JustinDeckard: Has the illness been affecting her longer than the symptoms have been present?

Feuilly: It took a while to build to the level that it became readily apparent to her.

JustinDeckard: Alright, final question. Is the illness life threatening in any apparent way?

Feuilly: Only over a very long term.

JustinDeckard: Alright.
JustinDeckard: "Well this seems like it might be a little more complicated than a cold."
JustinDeckard: Does the clinic have any sort of capacity for running further diagnostic testing?
JustinDeckard: Or is there any place we refer patients to?

Feuilly: She'd need an endoscopy, and that's not something you can perform here.
Feuilly: Unfortunately there are no places that you can refer her to perform one without charge unless it's an emergency and she goes to the hospital. Or leaves the city.


JustinDeckard: "Well it appears you will need an endoscopy. Let me make a couple phone calls and talk to Elisa and see what we can do to help you. Do we have your number to contact you if we work something out?"
JustinDeckard: over.

Feuilly: "Yeah. 555-2411."
Feuilly: "Is this serious? Am I going to die?"
Feuilly: She seems frightened.

JustinDeckard: I'll write down her number and attempt to calm her.

Feuilly: charisma + empathy difficulty 6

JustinDeckard: "You'll be fine trust me we'll do everything we can for you." I say smiling.
* JustinDeckard rolls 8 dice: 2, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8

Feuilly: She relaxes visibly.
Feuilly: "I hope I'll be able to afford this... Times have been tough."

JustinDeckard: "It's okay, I'm going to do everything in my power to get you the care you need without causing you any further stress."
JustinDeckard: "Even when times are tough you can find people willing to care."
JustinDeckard: I smile again.
JustinDeckard: I'll see if we have any samples of medication that can relieve her symptoms while I look into getting her further medical care.

Feuilly: You have some medication that should partially alleviate the uncontrollable coughing.
Feuilly: You run into Eliza in the hallway.
Feuilly: "How's she doing?"

JustinDeckard: "She's going to need some further testing. Do you still have any friends down at the hospital who can help us out her?"
JustinDeckard: "She really needs an endoscopy to identify exactly what's wrong with her."

Feuilly: She nods. "I can make some calls. I have a knack for getting them to do pro-bono work."
Feuilly: She smiles.

JustinDeckard: "Thanks Eliza."
JustinDeckard: I smile.
JustinDeckard: "Send in the next patient, and let me know how things work out with Mrs. Dickerson."

Feuilly: "Next patient is a gentleman in exam room 3."

JustinDeckard: I'll head into exam room 3.

Feuilly: Immediately upon entering the room you realize that something is wrong.
Feuilly: Firstly, the gentleman is clearly not poor.
Feuilly: He's wearing a charcoal grey designer suit with a dark grey vest.
Feuilly: The suit looks like it probably costs more than your car.
Feuilly: He appears to be a very handsome man, 6' tall with dark brown hair and a vandyke.
Feuilly: "It's a pleasure to finally meet you"
Feuilly: His voice is rich, like he could work on the radio, and he has a very refined English accent.

JustinDeckard: "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, sir, but I think you may have the wrong place."
JustinDeckard: "We're a free clinic, and we're awfully busy tonight, While you don't look like you need our services I'd be happy to help you if you're ill, but you look perfectly healthy."

Feuilly: "No, I don't believe I have the wrong place at all. You are Dr. Deckard, are you not?"

JustinDeckard: I eye him suspiciously.
JustinDeckard: "Yes that's correct, sir, but you have me at a disadvantage in that I have no idea who you are."

Feuilly: "My name is Ian Prescott. And you needn't worry about your patients. I've called in some favours to get you some help this evening."

JustinDeckard: "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Prescott, and I'm grateful for the help, but if I might be so presumptuous to ask why is it you've come to see me on this evening."
JustinDeckard: I extend my hand for a handshake.
JustinDeckard: If he shakes it I want to use sense vitality.

Feuilly: "I am in need of a kindred doctor."
Feuilly: He reaches out to grasp your hand.

* JustinDeckard rolls 9 dice: 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 10

JustinDeckard: Man I can't roll for shit!
JustinDeckard: Anyhow!
JustinDeckard: I shake his hand and smile, "Well I suppose I can help you that regard. Why exactly would you need a "kindred" doctor instead of any doctor?"

Feuilly: alertness + perception difficulty 4
* JustinDeckard rolls 6 dice: 1, 4, 5, 6, 8, 8

Feuilly: His hand is cool to the touch.
Feuilly: "You are familiar with Newmedix, are you not? The pharmaceutical company?"
Feuilly: "Well, they're currently hard at work on a cure for AIDS and making very good progress, or so we hear."
Feuilly: "Myself, I don't trust what's going on."

JustinDeckard: Am I aware of Newmedix and their work?
JustinDeckard: I would assume my character is, but can I roll for some information on them?

Feuilly: They're a large pharmaceutical company, and the largest corporation that's headquartered in River City.
Feuilly: Investigation + wits difficulty 6

* JustinDeckard rolls 4 dice: 3, 4, 5, 7

Feuilly: It suddenly occurs to you that much of their research is involved with diseases of the blood.

JustinDeckard: "Well I'm aware that Newmedix does a good deal of work on diseases of the blood, but why would you be suspicious of their work?"

Feuilly: "You're caitiff, so it's understandable that you're not familiar with the city's politics."
Feuilly: "Our prince, one Dr. John Burnhamthorpe is the CEO of Newmedix. And he founded the company many years ago."
Feuilly: "He is... very driven. I do not think that it would be unlike him to fabricate results, or engage in unethical experimentation if it served his purposes."
Feuilly: "So while he may do a great deal of good, there is always a cost."

JustinDeckard: I'll use Aura perception as I respond to him.
* JustinDeckard rolls 9 dice: 1, 1, 2, 4, 6, 8, 9, 10, 10
JustinDeckard: So many 1s...
JustinDeckard: Anyhow...

Feuilly: You have such bad luck!
Feuilly: It's a very pale solid light blue.

JustinDeckard: "Well it wouldn't be the first time a pharmaceutical company was engaged in some unethical behavior."
JustinDeckard: "And you're right I'm not particularly familiar with the politics of the kindred I tend to stay uninvolved."
JustinDeckard: "So why do you think I could be helpful in this situation, Mr. Prescott?"

Feuilly: "It is precisely your lack of familiarity with kindred politics that made me seek you out."
Feuilly: "Anyone else would have had past loyalties and favours to take into account. Whereas with you, you only have your integrity and are only vaguely connected to kindred affairs at all."
Feuilly: "I'll get straight to the point."
Feuilly: "The masquerade has been violated, and an archon has become involved in investigating this violation."

JustinDeckard: I'll respond.
JustinDeckard: "Well this seems to be very serious. Do you think an archon would be pleased with you involving a caitiff in this type of serious investigation?"

Feuilly: "Ah... The archon in question is a Malkavian, and he has his eccentricities."
Feuilly: "Malkavians don't have a very large presence in River City, and it was felt that he could be a truly impartial third party."
Feuilly: "Anyway, after a preliminary investigation, he has requested that the members of the primogen each select an individual kindred to continue the investigation, with a few caveats about that selection."

JustinDeckard: "I see, well what might those caveats be if you don't mind me asking."

Feuilly: "We were disallowed from selecting a member of our own clan. And we could not choose someone that was blood bound to us."

JustinDeckard: "I see, well what leads you to believe that I would be qualified to conduct this investigation?"

Feuilly: "I am not interested in the investigation."
Feuilly: "They're all constantly squabbling over one thing or another. And frankly, it's all moot in my eyes."
Feuilly: "They don't seem to understand the nature of kindred."

JustinDeckard: "The nature of the kindred has always been something of a mystery to me myself. They all seem to have their own ideas, and I personally prefer to just stay out of it all together."

Feuilly: "They're all so fixated on the whims and views of other kindred."
Feuilly: "Kine are our lifeblood, pardon the pun."
Feuilly: "Just look at the Toreador. They're shadows. The fawn and scrape at mortal fashion and art."
Feuilly: "At best you could say that they were once artists."

JustinDeckard: "Well at least one can argue that it gives them a healthy respect for our mortal brethren. In my view not enough kindred hold reverence for those that allow our continued existence. In my view we should be helping mankind not trying to lord over it while feasting on them until they're nothing but carcasses."
JustinDeckard: "But I suppose my view is in the minority for our kind."

Feuilly: "I agree with your point. It IS much better than when they are considered no more than cattle."
Feuilly: "So while I do want the individual responsible for violating the masquerade to be caught, I won't engage in silly games in order to maneuver for position among our kind."
Feuilly: "Which is why I'm more concerned with Newmedix."

JustinDeckard: "Well I can understand your concern. On the one hand if they're genuinely working towards legitimate medical breakthroughs than that's wonderful."
JustinDeckard: "But if they're merely manipulating results and using humans as another path towards some vague concept of high position among the kindred than it is a cause for concern."
JustinDeckard: "Again however, I'm not sure how I can help. It seems there would be better choices to conduct some clandestine investigation of a questionable pharmaceutical company than a simple free clinic doctor."

Feuilly: "I don't want Newmedix to die."
Feuilly: "Regardless of some of their possibly questionable activities, they do some good work, and they have the capacity to do more."
Feuilly: "And you understand that I can't really deal with agencies like the FDA because that would be like wielding a cudgel. Not to mention the fact that if they're performing experiments related to vitae, then it could quite easily breach the masquerade."
Feuilly: "And by kindred views, he's doing nothing wrong."
Feuilly: He rolls his eyes at this.

JustinDeckard: "I see, so you want to stop the perpetrator without destroying the company. You realize that this could be difficult depending on who at Newmedix is responsible."
JustinDeckard: "If the corruption goes all the way to the top, is it really possible to salvage them no matter how good their work might be?"

Feuilly: "Oh, I have no doubt that the CEO is involved in some way."
Feuilly: His eyes light up.
Feuilly: "I'm expecting that it may even require a wholesale takeover."

JustinDeckard: "I see. So what you're proposing if I might use a bad surgical metaphor, is to precisely remove the cancerous element, and then place it under the care of a caring individual like yourself."
JustinDeckard: "I can see the merit of such an exercise, but how perhaps would you suggest that I aid in such an endeavor."

Feuilly: "During the investigation you'll likely have opportunities that give you access to all sorts of information that would otherwise be unattainable."

JustinDeckard: "So if I'm understanding this correctly, you want me to take part in some investigation by the Camarilla in order to get at information regarding Newmedix and any illicit activities they may be involved in."
JustinDeckard: "Well again, this isn't usually my sort of thing, but I could lend my services if you were to use your vast resources to do me a favor."
JustinDeckard: "I would never ask for anything for myself, but the clinic could use vastly improved resources. If we're going to properly be able to help mortals we need greatly improved facilities and staff in order to provide the free care people really need."

Feuilly: "I'm prepared to offer a 5 million dollar donation to this clinic, with an additional 5 million dollars if you should prove successful in acquiring information that paves the way for an acquisition of Newmedix."
Feuilly: "Myself, I understand that it's not just blood ailments that contribute to the health of kine and kindred..."

JustinDeckard: "Well that would be of great help to us here at the clinic. How exactly do I go about beginning this investigation though?"

Feuilly: "There's a meeting tomorrow evening at 8pm on the 30th floor of the Newmedix building."
Feuilly: "The primogen and the other detectives will be there."
Feuilly: "Be careful. I suspect that many of the other selections are brutes and thugs, and I would not be surprised if this investigation ultimately leads to violence of some sort."

JustinDeckard: "Well I'm not much for violence. I'll do my best to avoid it. I don't expect to be able to persuade a potential pack of mercenaries not to go on a murdering spree, but I'll do what I can."
JustinDeckard: "If things go well, I can get through this without any blood shed on the part of myself, or a ground of kindred psychopaths."

Feuilly: "That would be best."
Feuilly: "It's been a pleasure doing business with you."
Feuilly: He heads towards the door.

JustinDeckard: "A pleasure doing business with your as well. Now I need to get back to my patients."
JustinDeckard: "I'll be at this meeting tomorrow though. And have a good evening."

Feuilly: "You as well."
Feuilly: He opens the door and exits, and you see Eliza.
Feuilly: "Doctor, we've got a regular in exam room one. Samantha Hobson."

JustinDeckard: "Thank you, Eliza."
JustinDeckard: I'll head over to the exam room with Samantha Hobson in it.

Feuilly: Samantha Hobson is one of those that you regularly feed on. She has felt indebted to you ever since you saved the life of her son.
Feuilly: "Doctor Deckard, it's good to see you again."
Feuilly: "I thought you could use some..."

JustinDeckard: "Good evening Miss Hobson."

Feuilly: She tilts her head a bit to present her neck.

JustinDeckard: "I would be most appreciative, thank you for your kindness, Miss Hobson."
JustinDeckard: I'll drink two blood points from her.
JustinDeckard: Although if I do that, I'll close the wound.
JustinDeckard: And then I'll ask, "Now other than that, is there anything I can help you with this evening?"

Feuilly: "I just need to sit for a moment."
Feuilly: "You go on; save lives."

JustinDeckard: "I'll do what I can. If you or your son ever need anything let me know. I'm always here for you Samantha."

Feuilly: "Thank you Doctor."
Feuilly: She pauses for a moment.
Feuilly: "I know there are other people that would call you a monster."
Feuilly: "But a monster would never do that for me and my son."

JustinDeckard: I look down for a moment.
JustinDeckard: "We all have our own crosses to bear. I'm not the best person, but if I can help people in any way I can I will. I just consider it like any other illness that needs treatment, but in the end it's people like you that come first to me."
JustinDeckard: I smile slightly, "And take care of yourself. Remember your own health comes first, and your son needs a mother."


Feuilly: She nods, and slumps a bit more into her chair.

JustinDeckard: "I'll come in and check on you after I check on some other patients. Just rest as long as you need."
JustinDeckard: I smile at her again, and then I head out to see Eliza and see if any other patients need treatment.

Feuilly: Eliza is looking a bit flustered.
Feuilly: "Doctor, there's a man in exam room 2."
Feuilly: "He won't say what's wrong, and I..."
Feuilly: She stops mid-sentence.

JustinDeckard: "What's the matter, Eliza?"
JustinDeckard: I look concerned.

Feuilly: "I can't remember how he got there or what was wrong with him."
Feuilly: "Sorry, I'm getting all muddled tonight."

JustinDeckard: I place my hand on her shoulder, "It's okay it's been a busy stressful night."
JustinDeckard: "I'll go see what he needs, why don't you take a 10 minute break and catch your breath."
JustinDeckard: I'll head into exam room 2.

Feuilly: She nods silently in response to your comment.
Feuilly: The very first thing that you notice when you enter the room is that the man in there has very bright orange hair.
Feuilly: The second thing you notice is that his arm is in a very sorry state.
Feuilly: intelligence + occult difficulty 8

* JustinDeckard rolls 6 dice: 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Feuilly: You don't know what caused this, but you are certain that this is no natural ailment.
Feuilly: The man is completely silent and just stares at you with innocent eyes.

JustinDeckard: "Evening there, sir. I'm Dr. Deckard, mind telling me what happened to your arm?"

Feuilly: He just continues to stare at you without making a sound.

JustinDeckard: I'll use telepathy to read his thoughts.
* JustinDeckard rolls 7 dice: 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 6, 9
JustinDeckard: I'm just trying to get surface thoughts.

Feuilly: The very first thing that you pluck from his mind is an unearthly screaming.
Feuilly: This man is in extreme pain and unable to vocalize it.
Feuilly: You also see an image of a man in a gas mask clasping his healthy arm, and seeing it wither before your eyes.
Feuilly: The last is of a reasonably attractive woman in spectacles asking him to be quiet.

JustinDeckard: I'll place a hand on his healthy shoulder, "Don't worry I'll help as best I can."
JustinDeckard: as I do I'll use sense vitality.
JustinDeckard: I'd like to ask some questions about his arm.
* JustinDeckard rolls 9 dice: 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9

JustinDeckard: Can normal medical treatment deal with the supernatural wound?
JustinDeckard: And how long ago did he receive the injury?

Feuilly: The answers are yes and earlier this evening.

JustinDeckard: What type of ability caused the man's injury? Was it vampiric in nature?
JustinDeckard: I guess that's two questions, but I could rewrite it as one.

Feuilly: Yes, it was vampiric in nature.

JustinDeckard: Okay.
JustinDeckard: "Sir, please relax for a second, do you want me to relieve your pain, nod yes if you do."

Feuilly: He nods up and down.

JustinDeckard: Alright then relax and accept my help.
JustinDeckard: I'll place my hand on him and use anesthetic touch.
JustinDeckard: Since he's willing it should be difficulty 6.
* JustinDeckard rolls 10 dice: 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 10, 10
JustinDeckard: Are you fucking kidding me...

JustinDeckard: I'll expend another blood point and do it again...
* JustinDeckard rolls 10 dice: 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8
JustinDeckard: There it works.

Feuilly: He falls asleep.
Feuilly: perception + alertness difficulty 5

JustinDeckard: Oh I guess that only works if the first application is successful.
* JustinDeckard rolls 6 dice: 2, 3, 3, 5, 7, 10

Feuilly: You hear a hustle and bustle coming from outside the exam room.
Feuilly: "You can't all come in here..."

JustinDeckard: I'll head out to see what all the fuss is.

Feuilly: Eliza is in the hall, and there appear to be four other people standing there with her.
Feuilly: One of them, a man, is bleeding profusely from his side, and he's being held up by a woman and another man.
Feuilly: Another woman is standing in front of Eliza, apparently blocking her from proceeding down the hall, or investigating the injured man.

JustinDeckard: I'll head over towards them.
JustinDeckard: "What appears to be going on here, why are you preventing my friend here from doing her job and helping this man?"

Feuilly: The three push there way into exam room one, which is fortunately empty at this moment.
Feuilly: The last woman looks at you and speaks:
Feuilly: "You're the doctor? Our friend needs your help. He got stabbed."
Feuilly: Perception + alertness difficulty 7

* JustinDeckard rolls 6 dice: 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 9
JustinDeckard: Yeah Justin is very unlucky.
JustinDeckard: It makes me sad.

Feuilly: "Be careful, doctor. It looks like it may be gang violence."
Feuilly: Eliza turns and sees the open exam room door and the orange haired man in it.
Feuilly: "Dear God, what happened to his arm?!"

JustinDeckard: "I'll be fine Eliza."

JustinDeckard: "He was in too much pain to tell me, I gave him a milk sedative, and he's resting. We might need to call an ambulance over from the hospital. I think he's going to need more treatment than we can offer here."
JustinDeckard: "Keep an eye on him, and I'll go deal with our "guests"."
JustinDeckard: I'll head into exam room 1.

Feuilly: The woman follows you into the room.
Feuilly: Inside, you see the unjured man with his hands clasped firmly over what you assume is the wound.

JustinDeckard: "Alright now what seems to be the problem here? Hopefully you feel you can be forthright with me now that it's just the 5 of us."

Feuilly: The woman that entered behind you speaks up.
Feuilly: "He got stabbed."
Feuilly: "No, he's going to need more than that."
Feuilly: The other woman is looking at you earnestly.
Feuilly: "I didn't expect things to happen so quickly."
Feuilly: "She must have had some sort of weapon and stuck it in his side."

JustinDeckard: "Alright let me examine him."
JustinDeckard: I'll place a hand on his shoulder and use sense vitality.
JustinDeckard: "It's alright, sir. We'll get you patched up."
JustinDeckard: The normal uses of the power.
* JustinDeckard rolls 9 dice: 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10

Feuilly: He is not a vampire or a ghoul, but he is not a mortal, either.
Feuilly: He's at 'injured'.
Feuilly: "Well, aren't you going to examine him?"
Feuilly: The rude woman at the door asks.

JustinDeckard: I'll examine his wound using my medical knowledge.

Feuilly: perception + medicine difficulty 6

* JustinDeckard rolls 8 dice: 1, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9

Feuilly: The wound looks to be characteristic of a gunshot wound, not a stab wound.
Feuilly: And it appears that it entered and exited without causing any damage to any organs. How it managed to do that, you're not sure.

JustinDeckard: Well based on my roll does it appear to need surgery, or would some stitches take care of the wound?

Feuilly: Stitches should do it.

JustinDeckard: "Alright he should be fine with some stitches. There's no internal organ damage, and he doesn't appear to be too severely hurt."
JustinDeckard: I'll get some anesthetic and needs and thread from the medical cabinet and begin treating his wound.
JustinDeckard: I'm assuming we have some painkillers in a shot he won't actually have to be put to sleep.
JustinDeckard: "By the way this is the type of wound that's typically treated in an emergency room. If you don't mind me asking why did you bring him here?"

Feuilly: "Emergency rooms ask too many questions", the rude woman answers you.

JustinDeckard: "They ask questions for good reason."
JustinDeckard: I'll attempt to gain their trust.
JustinDeckard: "If you don't trust me I won't be able to help to the best of my abilities."

Feuilly: Charisma + empathy difficulty 8

* JustinDeckard rolls 8 dice: 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8
JustinDeckard: Wow...
JustinDeckard: You know what.

Feuilly: They don't appear mollified, and the rude woman looks especially hostile.

JustinDeckard: I'll try again to get them to trust me, and I'll use a willpower point.
JustinDeckard: To gain an automatic success.
JustinDeckard: "Look, I won't keep bothering you, but again if there's something significant that caused this wound I need to know what it is."

Feuilly: Roll again
* JustinDeckard rolls 8 dice: 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 8, 10
Feuilly: The woman holding up the patient seems a bit relieved.
Feuilly: "No, nothing significant. Just a re... steak knife."

JustinDeckard: I'll treat the wound.
JustinDeckard: I'm assuming I have a roll for that, although maybe with my stats success would be automatic.

Feuilly: dexterity + medicine difficulty 3

JustinDeckard: "Well most knives don't go all the way through, miss, but either way your friend will be just fine."
JustinDeckard: "But if someone attacked you, then you need to tell the police, or at least someone."

* JustinDeckard rolls 6 dice: 1, 5, 5, 9, 10, 10

Feuilly: You clean up the wound and sew him up expertly.
Feuilly: The man looks visibly better as you finish your work.
Feuilly: "Let's get out of here", the rude woman says. She is clearly uncomfortable with staying here any longer than necessary.
Feuilly: The other woman makes a motion to get up with the patient, but the patient waves her away, and instead rests his weight on his buddy.

JustinDeckard: "He needs to rest for a while, if you rush him before he's had a chance to recover you risk opening the injury."
JustinDeckard: "Feel free to take your time in this room I need to get to the other patients."
JustinDeckard: "He should be fine to get moving soon."
JustinDeckard: Before I go I'll use telepathy on the injured man.
* JustinDeckard rolls 7 dice: 4, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9

Feuilly: You hear nothing.

JustinDeckard: I'll leave the room and go check on Eliza and the man with the flaming red hair.

Feuilly: Eliza is sitting with the orange haired man.
Feuilly: "Doctor, how'd it go?"

JustinDeckard: "A gunshot wound, we better file a report with the police and give their descriptions."
JustinDeckard: "Other than that he'll be fine I was able to treat the wound."
JustinDeckard: 'How's our red headed friend doing?"

Feuilly: "He's sleeping peacefully, but his arm looks really bad."
Feuilly: "I hope you're not upset, but I already called for an ambulance. I wasn't sure how long you'd be."

JustinDeckard: "It's no problem, let me take another look at that arm."
JustinDeckard: Can I tell by looking at the arm if Obeah would be any use on it?

Feuilly: Corpore Sano?

JustinDeckard: Yeah

Feuilly: You can heal it, but it's the equivalent of mauled right now and you'll have to heal it to bruised in order to avoid any very serious issues with gangrene.

JustinDeckard: So 4 blood points then?

Feuilly: Yes

JustinDeckard: Alright, "Eliza why don't you go check on the patients in the lobby and see if the ambulance has arrived, I'm going to take a second look at that arm and see if there's anything I can do."

Feuilly: "Alright."
Feuilly: She gets up and leaves.

JustinDeckard: After she leaves I'll use corpore sano to heal it to a manageable level.

Feuilly: Recover a willpower point for sacrificing so much of yourself to help this one guy who would otherwise have lost his arm.

JustinDeckard: I'll head out to the lobby and check on Eliza now.

Feuilly: As you reach the lobby, you notice the familiar figure of Dr. Sorenson.
Feuilly: "Thought I could do some good while my daughter is sleeping. Her mother is with her right now."
Feuilly: You welcome the relief that an extra set of hands will give, and ponder how busy this evening has been. Not just in patients, but in supernatural mumbo jumbo.

End of Justin's Chapter 1
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Chapter 1: The Madman's Gambit
"I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it. " - Anonymous

Feuilly: You wake alone in your cheap apartment.
Feuilly: The sheets on the bed are askew as you've evidently been flailing about in your sleep.
AariciaVanIblis: I stand, stretch and walk to the bathroom to begin the lengthy process of dressing myself.
AariciaVanIblis: Tonight I'll dress as Alice from the Shin Megami Tensei universe.
AariciaVanIblis: A nasty little cunt.
AariciaVanIblis: An hour later, I walk to my computer and turn it on.

Feuilly: Your computer whirs to life and starts up its boot up process. As it finally reaches your customized login screen, you notice that the time is 9:30pm.

AariciaVanIblis: I open Firefox and languidly browse various sites for whatever meager tidbits of news have cropped up in the window of time I've slept.
AariciaVanIblis: Nothing catches my interest so I quickly check my e-mail.
AariciaVanIblis: Several request for IRL meetings.
AariciaVanIblis: Such a scurrilous agglomeration of dirty minded delinquents.
AariciaVanIblis: I decide it better to focus on writing tonight and open a new Wordpad document.
AariciaVanIblis: I sit and stare at the empty virtual parchment for nearly ten minutes.
AariciaVanIblis: I've had great difficulty writing as of late.

Feuilly: As you sit and stare at the screen, a message box pops up in front of you.
Feuilly: "Follow the white rabbit..."
Feuilly: Intelligence + computers difficulty 6

AariciaVanIblis: roll 6#d10
dicebot: AariciaVanIblis rolled 6#d10 --> [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}

Feuilly: It appears your computer was compromised in some way, but beyond that you can't say.

AariciaVanIblis: Fucking Jason telling me to scale back my computer skills!
AariciaVanIblis: I pause briefly and think it might me better to simply write out my ideas with pen and paper.
AariciaVanIblis: By candlelight as I had so often in the past.
AariciaVanIblis: But my audience awaits me.
AariciaVanIblis: I can't deny them my brilliance.
AariciaVanIblis: I decide to run McAfee and look for any problems first. (Or would this action be included in my failure?)

Feuilly: No, you can do that.

AariciaVanIblis: I style a few wigs as the program slowly searches my hard drive.

Feuilly: You hear a knocking at your door.

AariciaVanIblis: I grind my teeth slightly.
AariciaVanIblis: I'm not entirely fond of being bothered by the ever present pests that infest this city.
AariciaVanIblis: In fact, I'd prefer solitude this evening.
AariciaVanIblis: Let them knock till their knuckles bleed.
AariciaVanIblis: I'll remain where I am.

Feuilly: You hear another pounding at your door. It's accompanied by a man shouting.
Feuilly: "Ah geez... you're messing up the Matrix scene."

AariciaVanIblis: I tap my index finger on my computer desk in frustration.
AariciaVanIblis: It's something I do habitually so I've worn a hole into the wood.
AariciaVanIblis: Though what he said was somewhat perplexing, so I may as well answer.
AariciaVanIblis: I do my best to sound frail and feminine when I speak.
AariciaVanIblis: "What do you want?"

Feuilly: "I want you."
Feuilly: "I mean you're supposed to come with me."
Feuilly: He sounds like some sort of southern redneck.

AariciaVanIblis: The voice grates my nerves even further.
AariciaVanIblis: There's something about people from the southern parts of this pathetic former British colony that disgusts me to my core.
AariciaVanIblis: Well, whatever. I can amuse myself with this lackwit for a few moments. The program isn't done yet.
AariciaVanIblis: I walk to the door and open it.
AariciaVanIblis: Though I leave the chain lock in place so it only opens a few centimeters.

Feuilly: Do you get a look at him?

AariciaVanIblis: I see half of his face through the doorway.

Feuilly: You see some of the sparkle from a metallic necklace, and it looks as if his hair is up in a bun.
Feuilly: From what you can see of his face, he's very stubbly and his skin is reddish as if he spends too much time in the sun.
Feuilly: "Are you not coming out?"
Feuilly: "Aw shit... I don't know what to do."
Feuilly: You hear him fiddling with something.

AariciaVanIblis: I exhale in annoyance.
AariciaVanIblis: I fight the temptation to roll my eyes.
AariciaVanIblis: From a glance I can see he has nothing that interests me.
AariciaVanIblis: His behaviour thus far has been quite churlish and his vocabulary is vulgar.
AariciaVanIblis: I just want this miserable maggot to leave me in peace.
AariciaVanIblis: "My daddy isn't home, mister. And I'm not allowed out after nine. Sorry."

Feuilly: You hear him speaking. Presumably into a phone, since the conversation seems to be one sided.
Feuilly: "Yeah, it's me."
Feuilly: "No, she won't come out."
Feuilly: "Yeah, she's pretending she's a little girl."
Feuilly: "Shit... Why can't you send someone else?"
Feuilly: He stops speaking abruptly.

AariciaVanIblis: Well, my ruse was obviously not a success.
AariciaVanIblis: Sounds like he knows who I am.
AariciaVanIblis: So there's no need for formalities.
AariciaVanIblis: I drop all pretenses and do my best to intimidate him.
AariciaVanIblis: "Listen carefully you moldering pile of dog shit. Turn around and do not darken my doorstep again. I've enough distractions as it is. So unless you'd like me to choke you with a generous length of your own bowels I'd leave now with great expedience."
AariciaVanIblis: As I say this I do my best to look bored by buffing my nails against my shirt.

Feuilly: Manipulation + intimidation difficulty 6 (this is a resisted roll, so I'll be rolling for him for successes to nullify yours)

AariciaVanIblis: roll 7#d10
dicebot: AariciaVanIblis rolled 7#d10 --> [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=6 ]{6}
Feuilly: roll 4#d10
dicebot: Feuilly rolled 4#d10 --> [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}

Feuilly: "Jesus Christ on a stick!"
Feuilly: You hear him backing well away from the door, but the footsteps stop and you can tell that he hasn't actually left outright.

AariciaVanIblis: I put a hand to my mouth and begin to laugh raucously in glorious triumph.
AariciaVanIblis: "Yes, that's right. Toddle off. I've business to attend to."
AariciaVanIblis: And with that I shut the door, lock the various deadbolts and return to my computer.

Feuilly: The first thing you notice is another message box.
Feuilly: "Knock knock, Aaricia."
Feuilly: The virus scanner also seems to be complete without any viruses detected.

AariciaVanIblis: "Well. Wonderful."
AariciaVanIblis: I'm hesitant to continue using my desktop computer so I turn it off and grab one of my many laptop computers.
AariciaVanIblis: Though I first turn off my router so I can work without the distractions of the Internet.

Feuilly: The router shuts off, and you being to boot up your laptop computer.
Feuilly: Perception + alertness difficulty 6

AariciaVanIblis: roll 3#d10
dicebot: AariciaVanIblis rolled 3#d10 --> [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}
AariciaVanIblis: yaaa

Feuilly: You hear chatter from the hallway but you can't make out what any of it is. Probably that redneck talking on his phone again.

AariciaVanIblis: I ignore him and begin writing.

Feuilly: That chatter stops.

AariciaVanIblis: I'm so focused that I don't even notice.

Feuilly: The phone rings.

AariciaVanIblis: My ring tone is the opening theme from Persona 3.
AariciaVanIblis: It inspires me to write a story focused on the android character Aigis and the female main character from the PSP port.
AariciaVanIblis: It proves to be intensely erotic.
AariciaVanIblis: I ignore the phone as well.
AariciaVanIblis: Obviously.

Feuilly: perception + alertness difficulty 6
AariciaVanIblis: roll 3#d10
dicebot: AariciaVanIblis rolled 3#d10 --> [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}
AariciaVanIblis: o no

Feuilly: You hear nothing.

AariciaVanIblis: And I guess I keep writing.

Feuilly: The lights flicker off.
Feuilly: It looks like you've lost power in your apartment.
Feuilly: The opening theme from Persona 3 starts playing again.

AariciaVanIblis: I curse quietly under my breath since I forget to save the document after each paragraph.
AariciaVanIblis: Something I always do when I become too absorbed in my work.
AariciaVanIblis: I pick up my phone and press the talk button.
AariciaVanIblis: As it seems I've little else to do.
AariciaVanIblis: "What?"
AariciaVanIblis: MY TONE IS EXTREMELY ANNOYED.

Feuilly: "Oh shit... You answered."
Feuilly: You immediately recognize the redneck's voice.
Feuilly: "Uh... Well, are you gonna come out?"
Feuilly: "The boss wants to talk to you."

AariciaVanIblis: "I assume this little power outage is your doing."
AariciaVanIblis: "Very unwise."
AariciaVanIblis: I'm too annoyed to even answer his question.

Feuilly: "Look... You don't like me bothering you, and I don't like standing out here in a dress and high heels."
Feuilly: "But the boss want to meet with you, and I'll keep bothering you until you come out."

AariciaVanIblis: My eyes narrow to razor thin slits.
AariciaVanIblis: I make no reply, I simply end the call.
AariciaVanIblis: I pick up my stuffed rabbit off the couch and walk to the door.
AariciaVanIblis: I open it exactly as I did before and call out to the redneck.
AariciaVanIblis: "If you're so keen on speaking with me then do it quickly."

Feuilly: "The boss is the one that wants to talk to you."
Feuilly: "And he said your place isn't secure."
Feuilly: "Which I guess makes sense, because I was just putting cameras in there a few hours ago while you were sleeping."

AariciaVanIblis: "Oh ho? Is that a fact."
AariciaVanIblis: I casually swing my stuffed rabbit by the arm.
AariciaVanIblis: "Such fervent interest."
AariciaVanIblis: "And you say you've been in here, have you?"
AariciaVanIblis: "Absolutely fascinating."
AariciaVanIblis: I swing the rabbit, which is filled with over 100 pounds of iron sand, at the door.

Feuilly: It makes a loud noise as it hits the door.
Feuilly: "Ah geez... I didn't watch you sleep or nothing. I'm not a creeper. Honest!"

AariciaVanIblis: "Idiot! Mongrel! Dog!"
AariciaVanIblis: Not content with simply making a loud noise to underscore my point, I grab my rabbit and begin to spin in a circle like an Olympic hammer thrower, then I hurl it at the paper thin wall.

Feuilly: It makes a hole in the wall. There goes your security deposit.
Feuilly: "Geez.. Are you throwing some sort of fit in there?"

AariciaVanIblis: I stick my head through the freshly made hole in the wall and glower at the redneck.
AariciaVanIblis: "GET. LOST."
AariciaVanIblis: "Because I sincerely doubt there's anything you can do or say that will convince me to do anything for you at this point."
AariciaVanIblis: I run my tongue over my fangs slowly before making a shooing gesture.

Feuilly: You finally get a good view of him in his leather dress and high heels. He is a ludicrous sight.
Feuilly: "Lady, I've got all night."
Feuilly: "And if you don't come out tonight, I'll probably just head in there and pick you up while you sleep."
Feuilly: He crosses his arms and you can see what appears to be a rub on tattoo of a white rabbit on his shoulder.

AariciaVanIblis: "Wh...what are..."
AariciaVanIblis: I do my best to remain unperturbed.
AariciaVanIblis: Then I recall the message on my computer from earlier and my agitation only deepens.
AariciaVanIblis: I casually walk over to the door, unlock everything with deft grace and step into the hall.
AariciaVanIblis: I pick up my rabbit and begin the arduous task of dusting it off.
AariciaVanIblis: "And what are you supposed to be exactly?"
.
Feuilly: He's visibly embarrassed by your reaction.
Feuilly: "I'm your escort. Now let's go. The underwear doesn't cover all of my bits."

AariciaVanIblis: I take a defiant stance, cross my arms and laugh once.
AariciaVanIblis: "Are you truly that simple? I don't kowtow to fairies nor roughnecks. Certainly not a combination of the two. Explanation first."

Feuilly: "Wait a second... I wrote down what he said."
Feuilly: He reaches into his front and pulls out a piece of paper that's covered in chest sweat.
Feuilly: As he reads through the note, you notice that he's mouthing out the words.
Feuilly: "OK... It says he needs you because this city is full of... uh... ignorant yanks."
Feuilly: He looks a bit bashful at that.
Feuilly: "Oh shit... And he said that the rewards are significant."
Feuilly: "I probably should have mentioned that earlier."

AariciaVanIblis: "He?"
AariciaVanIblis: "Does he have a name?"
AariciaVanIblis: "Or does this he start with a capital H?"
AariciaVanIblis: "Because only that He could convince me to go anywhere with a wretched knuckle-dragger such as yourself."
AariciaVanIblis: "And even then He would have immense difficulty."
AariciaVanIblis: I wait to see if this bumpkin can even interpret my words.

Feuilly: "What, like Jesus? He ain't Jesus."
Feuilly: "Lady, I know Jesus, and he ain't it."
Feuilly: "He's an archon. Didn't give me a name."
Feuilly: "Said his codename was... Uh... Demiurge? I guess that means something or something."

Feuilly: intelligence + academics difficulty 6

AariciaVanIblis: roll 8#d10
dicebot: AariciaVanIblis rolled 8#d10 --> [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}

Feuilly: Demiurge is basically a name for a creator. Or at least the being that fashioned the universe out of chaos.
Feuilly: It crops up in such diverse things as Platonism and Gnosticism.

AariciaVanIblis: "I...see."
AariciaVanIblis: My eye twitches slightly.
AariciaVanIblis: This one is well informed.
AariciaVanIblis: And this sounds rather threatening.
AariciaVanIblis: Though if he was inside my apartment while I was sleeping it would means he's not kindred.
AariciaVanIblis: But it wouldn't hurt to check first.

Feuilly: alertness + perception difficulty 4

AariciaVanIblis: It's a good thing my alertness is at...oh.
AariciaVanIblis: roll 3#d10
dicebot: AariciaVanIblis rolled 3#d10 --> [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}
AariciaVanIblis: boo

Feuilly: His dress seems to be moving very slightly at the chest. Perhaps he's breathing, or perhaps he's merely pretending to breathe.
Feuilly: Vampires with high humanity find it easier to emulate appearing as a human.

AariciaVanIblis: Being in this wretched hovel has dulled my senses.
AariciaVanIblis: Though there is another way to tell.
AariciaVanIblis: "Well, perhaps I'll agree."
AariciaVanIblis: "Maybe."
AariciaVanIblis: "Though I have a condition."
AariciaVanIblis: "You have to crouch down first and meet me eye to eye."
AariciaVanIblis: "This is of the utmost importance."
AariciaVanIblis: I smile slightly.
AariciaVanIblis: (And if he won't I will MANIPULATE.)

Feuilly: "You promise you'll come if I do this?"
Feuilly: "Alright then. Seems simple enough."
Feuilly: He crouches down and looks you in the eyes.

AariciaVanIblis: I trace my finger up his unsightly arm, fight the urge to gag, and run my hand over the back of his head.
AariciaVanIblis: "You're not completely stupid. You can probably guess. I've been shut up in here for oh so long."
AariciaVanIblis: I grab a handful of his hair and pull his head back sharply, exposing his neck.
AariciaVanIblis: "Any objections?"

Feuilly: You see fear in his eyes.
Feuilly: "But I'm not free range..."

AariciaVanIblis: "Well, no harm in being blunt."
AariciaVanIblis: "I could take a quick nibble or I could tear your windpipe out with my teeth."
AariciaVanIblis: "A bit dangerous, no?"
AariciaVanIblis: "You were in here while I slept."
AariciaVanIblis: "So what does that make you, exactly?"

Feuilly: "If I'm dead meat, then I hope you like sitting in the dark. Because your lights won't be coming back on."
Feuilly: There's a spark of defiance left in him.

AariciaVanIblis: I release his hair and let my hand slide gently to his cheek.
AariciaVanIblis: I tap it lightly twice and exhale in defeat.
AariciaVanIblis: Then I strike him with a vicious open hand slap that leaves a savage looking hand-shaped mark at the point of impact.
AariciaVanIblis: "Well then, good sir. I suggest you lead the way. I'll not turn my back on such a devious looking character. And please, explain that appalling outfit."

Feuilly: "Haven't you ever seen the Matrix?"
Feuilly: "Neo opens the door and sees a chick with a white rabbit tattoo."
Feuilly: He turns and heads towards the door of the apartment building.

AariciaVanIblis: "Pish. I may be dressed as Alice but I'm not in the habit of following anyone."
AariciaVanIblis: I look away from him in annoyance.
AariciaVanIblis: "Except for today, it seems."
AariciaVanIblis: "Lead on. And quickly. You've wasted enough of my time as it is."
AariciaVanIblis: "And don't bother giving me a name. As of now you'll be known as Maggot."
AariciaVanIblis: "Now start moving."

Feuilly: He opens the door to the building, and you see a white SUV parked out in front.
Feuilly: He walks towards it and opens the rear door, and holds it open for you.

AariciaVanIblis: "Garish."
AariciaVanIblis: "And where are we going exactly?"

Feuilly: He shrugs his shoulders.

AariciaVanIblis: "I take it you have no idea why I was being monitored either?"
AariciaVanIblis: I raise one eyebrow quizzically.

Feuilly: "I've told you everything that you know. The boss is waiting."
Feuilly: He points inside the car.

AariciaVanIblis: I have a hard time trusting this man. He is either a ghoul or some other sort of moronic puppet. I inspect the inside of the SUV from outside the door.

Feuilly: You peek down and see a man in a top hat and a monocle. His cheeks are covered in stubble, and he appears to be holding a pencil and writing something in a newspaper.
Feuilly: There is also a driver.

AariciaVanIblis: Peek down?
AariciaVanIblis: That must be a small SUV.

Feuilly: It's a big curb.

AariciaVanIblis: I can't be a huge cunt otherwise.
AariciaVanIblis: "Well well, I sincerely hope this isn't the boss you mentioned. Not imposing at all."

Feuilly: The man finishes his writing and looks up at you.

AariciaVanIblis: "You know me. Should I know you?"
AariciaVanIblis: I tilt my head toward the man to acknowledge his existence.

Feuilly: "You should wish to."
Feuilly: Perception + linguistics difficulty 6

AariciaVanIblis: roll 5#d10
dicebot: AariciaVanIblis rolled 5#d10 --> [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}

Feuilly: He has what sounds like an Australian accent.

AariciaVanIblis: "That's an awfully presumptuous attitude."
AariciaVanIblis: I wave the redneck over toward the SUV.
AariciaVanIblis: "Maggot, this vehicle is awfully high. Do me a kindness and make yourself useful. I require a step."
AariciaVanIblis: I point toward the ground and look at him expectantly.

Feuilly: The man in the SUV gives the briefest of nods and the redneck gets on the ground to act as a step.

AariciaVanIblis: I step on the redneck's back and grind a heel into his spine. I do the same with the other foot before getting into the SUV.
AariciaVanIblis: "Now then, make this quick and concise. I'm not entirely fond of anyone long-winded or pompous."
AariciaVanIblis: I slump into the backseat and fold my arms.

Feuilly: "Ah... A sad case of self loathing."
Feuilly: The redneck gets up and moves as if to enter the car, and the man in the monocle and tophat immediately looks at him and gives a look of disgust.
Feuilly: "What do you think you're doing? And why are you wearing that ridiculous looking outfit?"
Feuilly: "Close the door and get out of my sight."
Feuilly: The redneck shuts the door and starts to walk away.
Feuilly: The man in the top hat looks back at you.
Feuilly: "I won't lie and say that I heard you were good."
Feuilly: "You're available, and that's about as much as I can say about that."
Feuilly: "And perhaps with the correct motivation, you can be... acceptable."
Feuilly: He looks you up and down, thoroughly unimpressed.

AariciaVanIblis: I spend several minutes smoothing the wrinkles out of my dress trying to keep my rage from bubbling over.
AariciaVanIblis: I then slowly cross my legs and begin fiddling with a buckle on my shoe.

AariciaVanIblis: "Motivation? An interesting concept. I've been lacking that as of late. And yet in your presence it's been renewed. Now I'm motivated to reduce that bulbous head of yours into a fine paste of bone and brain. Or better yet, I could simply exit this vehicle. I believe I shall bid you a less than fond adieu and resolve the evening for it's best tidings."
AariciaVanIblis: I reach for the handle of the door.

Feuilly: He laughs, and the door locks.
Feuilly: You hear the engine starting.

AariciaVanIblis: I move an errant lock of hair out of my eyes and scratch the tip of my nose.
AariciaVanIblis: "Oh my, this is quite the dangerous situation."
AariciaVanIblis: I toss my rabbit up and down in one hand a few times and absentmindedly toss it at the nearest window.

Feuilly: It hits the window with a thud and falls to the ground.
Feuilly: The window is undamaged.
Feuilly: The car is in motion now.
Feuilly: "Now, if you're through with your temper tantrum, we have business to discuss."
Feuilly: "Your services are required. This is not a request."
Feuilly: "There are those with much more power and prestige than you who are facing final death if the events in question do not go in their favour."

AariciaVanIblis: I stifle a yawn and stare out the unbroken window.
AariciaVanIblis: "You say that like I should care."
AariciaVanIblis: "Or that any contribution I can make will be a difference maker."
AariciaVanIblis: "You are sadly misinformed."
AariciaVanIblis: "Discuss away."
AariciaVanIblis: I pick up the seemingly worthless stuffed rabbit and set it on my lap. I take one ear and begin twirling it in a circle.
AariciaVanIblis: (The ear.)

Feuilly: He pulls out a small stack of what look like cue cards from beside him.
Feuilly: They're wrapped in a black ribbon.
Feuilly: He hands the stack over to you.
Feuilly: "The masquerade has been violated."
Feuilly: "Two manuscripts were submitted to publishers in order to expose kindred to the world."
Feuilly: "Signs point to the guilty party being a member of this city's primogen, or being intimately connected to one of them in some way."
Feuilly: "I was sent here to investigate affairs and render judgment."
Feuilly: "I have collected a great deal of information, but the suspects are all extremely cautious."
Feuilly: "I have asked them all to pick a representative to continue the investigation, because I am of the opinion that the guilty party or parties will use this bizarre situation in order to make a move of some sort."
Feuilly: "Of course they're all guilty of something."
Feuilly: "Anyway, those cards hold a few key details on the principle players."


AariciaVanIblis: I briefly glance at the contents of each card and furrow my brow.
AariciaVanIblis: "From the looks of it this Drogba character doesn't even seem capable of writing anything."
AariciaVanIblis: "You can't handle this yourself? These individuals seem a bit much for one person to handle."
AariciaVanIblis: I stuff the cards into the sash around my waist.

Feuilly: "Yes, that was my opinion of him as well."
Feuilly: "If I were to continue the investigation on my own, I project that it would take at least two more months."
Feuilly: "By using you as a proxy, I encourage the players to take risks with their pieces, ultimately hastening the conclusion."
Feuilly: "Additionally, time is of critical importance because one of the manuscripts is missing."

AariciaVanIblis: "How terribly inconvenient for you. You have my deepest sympathies."
AariciaVanIblis: I stare out the window for several minutes.
AariciaVanIblis: "Exposure is certainly not an option."
AariciaVanIblis: "Especially in such an undignified manner."
AariciaVanIblis: "So all you require of me is to find the one responsible?"
AariciaVanIblis: "Or must I find this manuscript as well?"

Feuilly: "Just the one responsible."
Feuilly: "Anything beyond that is a bonus."
Feuilly: "Should you find the guilty party. And by that I mean the person that wrote and released the manuscript, then you are authorized to inflict final death upon her."

AariciaVanIblis: "Thrilling."
AariciaVanIblis: I stare out the window for several more minutes.
AariciaVanIblis: "Feh, absolutely pathetic."
AariciaVanIblis: "You wouldn't happen to know why they've done this, would you?"
AariciaVanIblis: "Simple notoriety?"
AariciaVanIblis: "Given the amount of garbage fiction based on our kind I wouldn't think something released now would pose any threat to the Masquerade."
AariciaVanIblis: "After The Queen of the Damned the whole notion seems laughable."

Feuilly: "The motive for most of the suspects seems to be a power play. They're interested in disrupting the prince's hold on the city and seizing what they can for themselves."
Feuilly: "If that is the actual motivation, then we are fortunate. However there is always the chance that they are genuinely trying to expose us all."
Feuilly: "As for the manuscript, there are several issues."
Feuilly: "Firstly, it's being pushed as non-fiction. Trashy non-fiction, but non-fiction nonetheless."
Feuilly: "In this case the interest in vampires will just increase its marketability and public interest in it."
Feuilly: "Secondly, it names names."
Feuilly: "It has background information on all of the primogen."
Feuilly: "Unfortunately the masquerade will not hold up to full and direct scrutiny, even from only a small crowd of vampire fetishists."
Feuilly: "Not to mention what it will say to the people who actually do know about vampires. Or the Sabbat. We could lose this city entirely."

AariciaVanIblis: "My my, seems bad for business."
AariciaVanIblis: "And you went to all this trouble."
AariciaVanIblis: "Such high quality cards, too. You really outdid yourself."
AariciaVanIblis: "I don't really have a choice in the matter, do I?"
AariciaVanIblis: I patiently wait for a nod of his head or some such equivalent.

Feuilly: "You don't have a choice if you want things to continue as they have."
Feuilly: "If you'd be happy to live in hiding, with never a moments peace, then you can always refuse and leave town."
Feuilly: "There is a meeting tomorrow at 8pm on the 30th floor of the Newmedix building."
Feuilly: "From then you'll have until Monday, which will be the next meeting. I have a high degree of confidence that the state of things will have changed significantly in that small amount of time."

AariciaVanIblis: "Ah ha ha ha. I figured as much. This is rather bothersome."
AariciaVanIblis: I turn to look the man in the eyes.
AariciaVanIblis: "Though a word of warning. I'm no one's pawn."
AariciaVanIblis: My gaze returns to the window.
AariciaVanIblis: "No, my equivalent piece would be the queen. I simply do as I please."
AariciaVanIblis: I pull the cards out of my sash and casually flip through them.
AariciaVanIblis: I let out an annoyed grunt.
AariciaVanIblis: "And who will be at this meeting exactly?"
AariciaVanIblis: I fan out the cards in my hand.

Feuilly: The primogen, with the possible exception of the wolf-man, the prince, the hound and the pieces.
Feuilly: And yourself.

AariciaVanIblis: "Ha ha ha! And who am I?"
AariciaVanIblis: "I sincerely doubt that I'm held in great esteem amongst this crowd."
AariciaVanIblis: I return the stack of cards to my sash.
AariciaVanIblis: "But I must admit, you are quite shrewd."
AariciaVanIblis: "You even played to my weakness."
AariciaVanIblis: "Damn the Masquerade! Success in the literary world based on something so easily exposed?"
AariciaVanIblis: "Absolutely fucking pathetic."
AariciaVanIblis: "Pardon my language."
AariciaVanIblis: "Well, this is all fairly straightforward."
AariciaVanIblis: "Just one bit of business to conclude."
AariciaVanIblis: "You failed to introduce yourself."
AariciaVanIblis: "Rather rude."
AariciaVanIblis: "I am Aaricia Edle Von Galiana De Walpurgis Van Iblis."
AariciaVanIblis: "The first and only."
AariciaVanIblis: "And you?"

Feuilly: "And here I thought you were Alice, Lolita-chan."
Feuilly: "My code name is the Knave of Clubs."
Feuilly: Wait just a second. I may have screwed up the italian cards thing.

AariciaVanIblis: "Ugh, you may be more disgusting than that idiot in the dress."
AariciaVanIblis: "Alice is fine, keep the Japanese suffixes to yourself."
AariciaVanIblis: "Well, whatever. If you're finished blustering let me out of this gaudy shrine to male insecurity."
AariciaVanIblis: "I guess a name isn't necessary. That face is unforgettable."
AariciaVanIblis: "Unless there was anything else."
AariciaVanIblis: "And I sincerely hope there isn't."

Feuilly: He wrinkles his nose.
Feuilly: "If you're wondering about the stubble, I'm not a gangrel. It just so happened that I was embraced at night, many hours after I had shaved. And now I'm cursed with this insufferable thing."
Feuilly: He brushes his hand over his cheeks.
Feuilly: "There is one last thing, however."
Feuilly: He picks up what appears to be two wine bottles from the floor.
Feuilly: "I woulder prefer it if you did not partake in any of the vitae from this city while you're undergoing the investigation. It is... contaminated."
Feuilly: "This is from my own stock, flown in from Wellington. 100% free range, 100% safe."
Feuilly: He offers over the two bottles.

AariciaVanIblis: I accept them hesitantly.
AariciaVanIblis: "Yes, fantastic. Now stop the vehicle. You've taken up enough of my time as it is."
AariciaVanIblis: I pause for a moment.
AariciaVanIblis: "Contaminated?"

Feuilly: "Of course. Almost all vitae is contaminated, courtesy of the ventrue."
Feuilly: "Have you never wondered why they have that 'delightful' eccentricity where they can only drink from certain individuals?"
Feuilly: "A ruse. A sham!"

Feuilly: "They use that to keep their own supply of vitae pure."
Feuilly: "The rest of it is bad. Tainted by the water that they all drink."

AariciaVanIblis: "Yes, well, never wondered, never cared. A fine gift and all that. Are we through with the transparent placation, now? The night is still young and I've business to attend to."
AariciaVanIblis: I tap on the car door several times.
AariciaVanIblis: "This rabbit hole has begun to suffocate me."

Feuilly: He nods.
Feuilly: "We have arrived."
Feuilly: The car stops and you hear the door unlock.

AariciaVanIblis: I glance at the Knave of Clubs once, open the door and step out without a word. I look around to see where I am.
AariciaVanIblis: Where...am I?!

Feuilly: Apparently you drove in a circle, because you're standing once again on on the curb outside your apartment building.

AariciaVanIblis: I reenter the building and go back to my apartment.

Feuilly: The hole is still there, but the lights are back on.

AariciaVanIblis: I walk to my desk and start up my desktop computer again.

Feuilly: The computer begins to boot.
Feuilly: And after a few minutes it has completed.

AariciaVanIblis: I open Firefox, go to Craigslist and start the arduous task of finding a new apartment.

Feuilly: There is a poor selection.
Feuilly: Although there looks to be possibilities if you're willing to slum it a little.

AariciaVanIblis: Annoyed, I open my instant messenger and wait to see if anybody is online.

Feuilly: There are some other authors of lesbian erotica, but none that are local.

AariciaVanIblis: I go back to Craiglist and leave a message in the CASUAL ENCOUNTERS section.
AariciaVanIblis: Its says: LOL IM BY MYSELF TONIGHT RENTS R GONE CUM OVER REEL SOON PICZ 1ST PLZ
AariciaVanIblis: I take a picture of myself with my webcam and attach it to the message.

Feuilly: Unfortunately you don't receive any messages before it's flagged for deletion
Feuilly: Too pedophilic?

AariciaVanIblis: Growing weary and increasingly irritated, I grab one of the bottles the man gave me.
AariciaVanIblis: I open it and smell the contents.

Feuilly: The smell of blood when you're hungry can incite a frenzy.
Feuilly: Do you still want to smell it?

AariciaVanIblis: Won't drinking it also possibly incite a frenzy?

Feuilly: Yes.
Feuilly: But if you smell it and frenzy, then you'll probably be forced to drink it.
Feuilly: Whereas if you drink it and frenzy, you're already drinking it.
Feuilly: So you smell it?

AariciaVanIblis: WAIT, SOME MYSTIC POWER KEEPS ME FROM SMELLING IT.
AariciaVanIblis: Is it...the voice of God?
AariciaVanIblis: Despite the risk I decide to drink the contents of the bottle.
AariciaVanIblis: Over.

Feuilly: The taste is sweet. Surprising for blood that hasn't been in a body for a while.
Feuilly: Alright, you need to roll to prevent frenzy
Feuilly: The difficulty is 6, and you need five successes from multiple rolls.
Feuilly: But if you fail on any rolls, then you frenzy.
Feuilly: The roll is self control (so 4#d10)

AariciaVanIblis: How many dice?
AariciaVanIblis: So I only have to fail one roll from five in a row?
AariciaVanIblis: That's crazy!

Feuilly: No

Feuilly: You can score multiple successes on a roll.
Feuilly: So if you get all above 6 on your first roll, you only need one more success.
Feuilly: And you can't fail any.
Feuilly: So if you fail the first roll, then you frenzy.

AariciaVanIblis: Can I use a willpower point here?

Feuilly: I'll allow it.

AariciaVanIblis: Done.
AariciaVanIblis: roll 5#d10

dicebot: AariciaVanIblis rolled 5#d10 --> [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}

Feuilly: No, it's still 4d10
Feuilly: You just get an auto success (which means you can't fail, incidentally)
Feuilly: So roll 4d10

AariciaVanIblis: Oh, I thought willpower added an extra die?
AariciaVanIblis: w/e

Feuilly: No, it's an auto success

AariciaVanIblis: roll 4d10

dicebot: AariciaVanIblis rolled 4d10 --> [ 4d10=19 ]{19}

Feuilly: It's better than an extra die

AariciaVanIblis: oops
AariciaVanIblis: roll 4#d10

dicebot: AariciaVanIblis rolled 4#d10 --> [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}

AariciaVanIblis: yay

Feuilly: You maintain your control over yourself as you drink.
Feuilly: How much do you drink?
Feuilly: (How many points)

AariciaVanIblis: Don't I need to roll one more time?
AariciaVanIblis: That's only four.

Feuilly: Yes, but after you get your first sip.
Feuilly: You haven't completely fought it off, and it's something that takes some time to deal with it.

AariciaVanIblis: How do I determine how many POINTS are in the bottle?

Feuilly: There are 5 points in each bottle.

AariciaVanIblis: Do more points mean a higher difficulty on my next roll?
AariciaVanIblis: Or more rolls?
AariciaVanIblis: Or whatever?

Feuilly: No
Feuilly: You can drink up to 3 in a turn.

AariciaVanIblis: Three it is, then.
AariciaVanIblis: roll 4#d10

dicebot: AariciaVanIblis rolled 4#d10 --> [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}

Feuilly: You throw off the urge to frenzy easily.
Feuilly: Frenzy is for the lesser beings.

AariciaVanIblis: I decide to kill off what's left of the bottle and end the evening with a mini-marathon of Super Crazy Dog Men.
AariciaVanIblis: Season 2.

End of Aaricia's Chapter 1
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[Seru]

Congratulations to anybody that read all this.

[FancyMichael]

I read all but yours, man.

retard

[Magic Juan]

I think Clint is probably a cross dresser in real life.

[Seru]

baka...

[Theldorrin]

Chapter 2: The Lion, the Bear and the Fox
"Darmok and Jalad at Tenagra."

The Newmedix Building Main Lobby

Feuilly: It's shortly before 8pm and you've all arrived at the Newmedix tower's main lobby.
Feuilly: There's a tiny woman, dressed in an outlandish outfit.
Feuilly: A gigantic black man.
Feuilly: An otherwise nondescript 20-something dressed in a tuxedo.

Merving: I'm wearing a tuxedo from my days as a WAITER which I ironed myself last night to the best of my ability.

Kehinde: Sweet.

Albie: "A tuxedo?" I (Lord) mumble(s) to my wife. "What a maroon."

Merving: Though I look fairly nervous at best.

Feuilly: A slightly older, sensibly dressed man with blonde hair.
Feuilly: A middle aged man with thinning hair with his dowdy looking wife.
Feuilly: And a man in a gas mask and a raincoat.

Merving: Is the tiny woman the only person in the lobby besides us?

Feuilly: The tiny woman is Aaricia.

Merving: I look over at the person in the gas mask in confusion and awkwardly look away if I think he's going to look back at me.

Drogba: The jacket looks like a rain coat, I guess

JustinDeckard: My guy is probably wearing hat of some sort.

Feuilly: A derby?

JustinDeckard: I guess it's a business meeting so probably something more stylish than a baseball cap.
JustinDeckard: Yes!
JustinDeckard: A derby.

AariciaVanIblis: I've dressed as Gwendolyn from the flawed but beautiful Playstation 2 game Odin Sphere.
AariciaVanIblis: Though not her battle costume.
AariciaVanIblis: That's much too garish.

Merving: In her dress during the cutscenes then?

AariciaVanIblis: Correct.

Feuilly: As you're standing around gawking at each other, a very pert looking woman rolls past you all on a pair of roller skates.

Albie: I'm wearing a very sharp sweater vest and my beautiful wife is wearing a conservatively necked red shirt and a long black skirt. Her gold cross necklace glints magnificently in the lobby's light.

Feuilly: She has stunningly long blonde hair, a pleated pink skirt, and a white sleeveless top.
Feuilly: Her figure is something to behold.

Merving: I look over at Aaricia and think to myself "wow she looks like the girl from Odin Sphere."

Drogba: I'm just gonna assume I already greeted Kehinde
Drogba: Since we've been waiting around for a while

AariciaVanIblis: I lean against the wall and twirl a few strands of hair with my index finger.

Merving: Who am I standing closest to?

Kehinde: I give Drogba a fist bump.

Drogba: So I'll just stand there like a dip shit
Drogba: Oh, fist bump RETURNED

JustinDeckard: I just wait for the meeting to begin.

Feuilly: Merving is standing closest to Albie and his wife, since those are the least strange looking.

AariciaVanIblis: All the while avoiding eye contact with the uncouth deviants in the lobby.

Feuilly: The meeting is on the 30th floor and this is the main lobby of the building.

Merving: I look over at Albie and wait till he makes eye contact and say "Hi, how are you folks tonight?"

Albie: I give a sideways glance at the garishly dressed young man beside me. "We're fine," I say, holding my wife's hand. "Off to a gala later?" I ask.

Merving: "Oh, haha. Yeah, I guess I'm a little overdressed. I didn't know what to expect." I adjust my sleeves.

Drogba: Theldorrin, is it alright if I still have my trunk/chest with me?

Feuilly: Yes

Drogba: Fuck yes

Albie: "My wife and I are somewhat new to the circle as well. I'm sure you'll make a fine impression on... who is it you're here representing?"

Merving: Uh who was I here representing? I'm supposed to be doing some investigation for the Prince, right?

Feuilly: Yes. But you spoke with Martin.
Feuilly: After standing in the lobby for a while, you notice an unpleasant odour coming from the man with the gas mask.

Drogba: The warrior?

Merving: So I'd just say Martin?

Feuilly: You can say whatever you want.

Merving: "Uh well I guess I'm representing...Martin? I only met him yesterday to be honest. Sorry I'm very new to this whole....situation."

JustinDeckard: I'll finally speak up. "I suppose introductions are appropriate. I'll start off. I'm Dr. Justin Deckard nice to meet all of you."

Drogba: Is the roller skate girl still around?

Feuilly: She's waiting at the elevators.

AariciaVanIblis: "Fascinating."
AariciaVanIblis: I stifle a yawn and begin to buff my nails in the most dainty fashion imaginable.

Kehinde: I rub my chin and smile, waiting for everyone else to introduce themselves.

Merving: I smile and nod my head at JustinDeckard in response. I notice Aaricia's yawn but don't really react to it....after a little pause I speak up.
Merving: "Uh Hello everyone. My name is Merving Denim. I'm...new. Nice to meet you all though."

Kehinde: I nod politely and scan the others for reactions.

JustinDeckard: I smile and tip my hat, "Nice to meet you Mr. Denim."

Merving: I look at Drogba quizzically and then back at the rest of the guests but I don't seem to be sensing as much reaction from them as I'd expect from a giant guy in a gas mask.

Albie: I confer silently with my wife for a moment, then walk over to the woman by the elevators.

By the Elevators
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Albie: "Excuse me," I say to her.

Feuilly: She appears to have earbuds on, and doesn't seem to pay any attention to you.
Feuilly: It sounds like some sort of dance music or something. You're not really hip to that sort of thing.

Albie: I clear my throat with frustration and stand with my arms folded, in front of her.

Feuilly: After a moment the music stops, and she removes the earbuds.
Feuilly: "Yes?"
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JustinDeckard: I'd like to use Aura Perception on Drogba.

* JustinDeckard rolls 9 dice: 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 10, 10, 10, 10

Feuilly: It's a pale aura, but you see nothing beyond that.

Drogba: I'm going to walk up to the elevator and hit the up button.
Drogba: I'll step in when the door opens.
Drogba: Then I'll hit 30!!!

Feuilly: Are you going to listen in on Albie and the girl?

Kehinde: Yeah, I'll use heightened senses.

By the Elevators (being listened in by Kehinde and Justin)
===
Albie: So, where is Drogba?

Drogba: I'm standing there and hitting the button over and over and over.

Feuilly: And she's just a few feet away from him, waiting at the doors.

Albie: You really fucked me here, Mike.
Albie: I'll never forgive you for interfering with my action.

Feuilly: The woman has very toned legs, and it's clear that she works out.

Drogba: kekeke

Feuilly: She looks to be in her very late teens or early 20s.

Albie: "Thank you," I say to the woman, perturbed. Then, however, before I can say anything more, I see Drogba leave his seat and approach the elevators. "Ehm," I say to him, "excuse me."

Drogba: I'm going to ignore him
Drogba: I'll walk past him
Drogba: To the elevator and hit the button repeatedly

Albie: My eyes go wide with indignation. "Ahem, miss ...?" I say to the girl.

Feuilly: She speaks up, evidently thinking that you're hard of hearing.
Feuilly: "Yes, what is it?"

Albie: I'm about to start talking loud enough for the room to hear.
Albie: Should I do it in the original room?

Feuilly: Yes
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Merving: Since nobody seems to be speaking up I kind of wander around a bit and find myself near Aaricia. "Hello there." I try to say as casually as I can.

AariciaVanIblis: I shoot Merving a withering glance, a mixture of annoyance and outright disgust evident on my delicate features.

JustinDeckard: I notice Aaricia's glance and chuckle, "It's good to see teenagers are still teenagers kindred or not."

Feuilly: You hear the blonde girl loudly say, "Yes, what is it?"

AariciaVanIblis: *snarky comment*

Merving: I try to persevere through the initial reaction. "So um...do you know if they're doing some kind of construction or is there a gas leak or something...I was kind of wondering about that hazmat looking guy who was walking through here."

AariciaVanIblis: I exhale audibly.

Albie: My frown agitating my jowls, I say to her: "Young lady, am I the only one who thinks it may be unwise to allow a ... man ... in a... a gas mask (!) into a room of the most powerful people in the city?"

JustinDeckard: "I think it's just a fashion choice. Just word to the wise, I wouldn't shake his hand."

Albie: "My wife and I can't be the only two here who consider this questionable!"

Kehinde: "I'm sure you'll like him once you get to know him, sir."

AariciaVanIblis: "From what I've heard he's your equal in worthlessness. Truly kindred, it seems. Ha."

Kehinde: "He just has his ... eccentricities."

Merving: I perse my lips and turn away "ooo-kay." I say to myself.

Feuilly: "I think it's nice when some people realize that they should cover themselves up."
Feuilly: She gives s disdainful look at your wife.

Albie: ffffffffffff

AariciaVanIblis: aw damn

Kehinde: OOOOH SNAP

Albie: I frenzy.

AariciaVanIblis: I laugh a little too loudly.
AariciaVanIblis: Then blush slightly and look off into the distance.

Kehinde: I also laugh a little too loudly.

JustinDeckard: I step over and try to calm Albie down. "Sir, I'm sure she just meant that such an attractive young lady as your wife should dress more conservatively in this dangerous city at night."

Feuilly: She sidles a bit closer to Justin.
Feuilly: "Did you say you were a doctor? A surgeon, perhaps?"
Feuilly: She flutters her eyelashes.

JustinDeckard: "I work at an emergency clinic helping the poor. Surgery always interested me, but I don't have the hands for it."

Albie: "You should learn to show respect for your elders," I say to the girl, my index finger pointed into her face. Then I turn on my heels, look to Drogba and say: "I'm watching you, and make no mistake: I am the eyes, ears and hands of John Burnhamthorpe."
Albie: Then I sit back down beside my wife.

Kehinde: I mentally take note of Albie's allegiance.

Feuilly: Upon hearing the name John Burnhamthorpe, the girl turns back to Albie.
Feuilly: "Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry. I didn't recognize you based on the company you were in."

Albie: ima kill this bitch

Feuilly: "What I said was cruel and undeserved."
Feuilly: "Can you forgive me?"
Feuilly: She does an exaggerated frown face, and starts to fake sniffle.

AariciaVanIblis: I use my hand to veil my smile.

Feuilly: You all hear the ding as an elevator finally arrives and opens.

Drogba: I'll step in.

Merving: I walk over to it and step in if there's room.

Kehinde: I get in, as well.

JustinDeckard: "I suppose we should make out way to the meeting."

Feuilly: The blonde also rolls in.

JustinDeckard: I'll head into the elevator.

Albie: My wife and I enter the elevator as well.

AariciaVanIblis: "I once heard a saying that you should never turn your back to a dog."
AariciaVanIblis: I make a dismissive motion with my hand and continue leaning against the wall.
AariciaVanIblis: "I'll ride alone, thank you."

JustinDeckard: I'll hold my hand in the elevator door to keep it there for a moment.

Kehinde: I laugh at Aaricia's comment and say, "I like this one."

Albie: Has my wife paid heed to this woman's vicious barbs?

Feuilly: She has, and her mouth is in a thin line.
Feuilly: She knows that it's not her place to defend her own honour, though.

Albie: As we walk into the elevator, I use Awe.
Feuilly: Charisma + performance difficulty 7
* Albie rolls 4 10-sided dice: 3 10 5 5

Feuilly: Albie's wife gives him a big smile and pats him on the shoulder.

Albie: I hold her hand proudly.

JustinDeckard: "I can understand your concerns young miss, but the sooner we get to this meeting the sooner you can get back to texting your girlfriends about boys and watching cartoons."

AariciaVanIblis: "My my. So well informed."
AariciaVanIblis: "Regardless, I prefer to not be boxed in with that stench."
AariciaVanIblis: I glance at Drogba for a split second.

Feuilly: "Is that what that is?"

Kehinde: I step out of the elevator.
Kehinde: "Miss, do you mind if I join you?"
Kehinde: "I think we could be friends."

JustinDeckard: "No problem I suppose we'll see you up there in a moment." I'll remove my hand from the door.

Albie: "Someone's gonna get raped," I can't help but think.

Merving: "Are you sure there's not a sewage leak?"

Feuilly: The blonde woman looks towards Drogba.
Feuilly: "You probably need to change your diaper, old man."

Merving: I become very aware that the smell is a lot worse now too.

Feuilly: The door finally closes, and the elevator begins its trip.
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[Theldorrin]

Elevator Trip to the 30th Floor

Merving: I try to inconspicuously hold my breath during the elevator ride.

Albie: Psaturn ...

Drogba: Vampires don't breathe, yo

Feuilly: He isn't intuitively aware of that.

Merving: Then I guess I don't know that yet because I've still been going through the motions.

Albie: You don't have to worry about being inconspicuous about it at least.

Drogba: I look at the roller girl and say, "What is your name, woman?"

Merving: Well I don't want to be rude and say that Drogba stinks.
Merving: Though I don't know the source of the smell for sure since I thought it was a sewage leak.

Feuilly: "Don't talk to me. You're disgusting."
Feuilly: You see that she's staring at Justin's butt, which is apparently the only thing in the elevator that isn't offensive to her eyes.

Albie: I stifle a chuckle.

Drogba: "You have such nice skin. You must be very proud of it"
Drogba: I'll turn COMPLETELY to her and get as close to her as I can without touching her.

Feuilly: "Ewww... Keep away from me you perv."
Feuilly: She shuffles about, trying to get some space.

Albie: The elevator's moving, right?

Feuilly: Yes

Drogba: I'm impressed if she can keep her balance on a moving elevator with roller skates on

Feuilly: After shuffling for a bit, she turns to Albie.

Feuilly (to Justin): You feel a groping of your behind.
JustinDeckard: I chuckle quietly too myself, but attempt to ignore it other than that.

JustinDeckard: I try to defuse the situation. "This gentleman is very large, I'm sure if he could give you more space he would, miss."

Feuilly: "I have some friends that work at Wal-mart. If you want I could hook you and your wife up with some discounts."
Feuilly: "I think they should have some track pants in her size, maybe."

Feuilly: She smiles at Justin for his concern.

Albie: This bitch is cruisin' for a juicin'.

Merving: I swallow hard and look at the floor at the excruciating awkwardness of this exchange.

JustinDeckard: Albie's poor wife is going to be tbe brunt of many jokes before this session i over. Poor girl.

Drogba: I kind of want to do more, but it's so fascinating everytime she interacts with Albie and his wife.

Albie: "Well, if the local Wal-Mart is employing friends of yours," I say to her, "I can assure you my family will no longer be among its customers."

Feuilly: She nods.
Feuilly: "Probably a good idea. At least with Goodwill you have a chance of being retro."

Drogba: Anyway
Drogba: I'm going to shove her against the wall as hard as I can

Feuilly: Drogba puts his hands out onto the blonde girl's breasts, and rudely shoves her into a wall.
Feuilly: And you hear a loud thump as her back hits the wall.

Drogba: "Oops."
Drogba: I'll raise mah head and laugh.

Albie: "What do you think you're doing!" I shout, outraged.

Feuilly: The blonde woman starts crying.

Merving: "Whoa! Jesus man, what're you doing?" I burst out at Drogba.

JustinDeckard: I'll check quickly to see if the woman is hurt. "There's no need for any of this fighting, we just need to calm down and attend out meeting, and then we can be on our way."

Feuilly: Perception + Empathy difficulty 9 for everyone

Albie: rolls 5 10-sided dice: 10 8 8 5 7

Drogba: roll 3#d10
dicebot: Drogba rolled 3#d10 --> [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}

JustinDeckard: rolls 9 dice: 3, 3, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10

Merving: roll 5#d10
dicebot: Merving rolled 5#d10 --> [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}

JustinDeckard: I turn to Drogba, "I'm sure that even you would agree, sir that the less violent we are the quicker this will be over with."

Drogba: Oh wow a botch ... I guess that means Merving goes blind or something

Feuilly: Everyone but Merving gets the impression that the crying is strongly exaggerated.

Merving: "Uh...are you okay?" I stupidly ask.

Feuilly: Merving thinks that she was seriously injured.
Feuilly: The crying increases in volume and she reaches out to Merving.

Albie: "Where I'm from," I tell the horrible man in the gas mask, "men don't lay their hands on young women." I glare at him with great contempt.

JustinDeckard: She's too old for Perving.

Albie: Maybe she has a daughter.

Drogba: I'll back up and sit on my enormous trunk.
Drogba: This elevator is so spacious!

Merving: I take her hand I guess and help her stay upright.

Feuilly: Spacious and slow as shit.

Drogba: What floor are we on?

Feuilly: She draws Merving into a hug and puts her head on his shoulder.

Merving: "Did you break something?" I inquire with my retard level medical skills.

Feuilly: You feel her chest pressed against you.

Drogba: Oh man
Drogba: You can feel her tits, bro.

Feuilly: She sniffles a bit.
Feuilly: "No, I'll be fine."

Merving: I kind of do that hug where you don't actually touch the person's back.

Feuilly: The elevator is at floor 28.

Merving: I probably start blushing too.

Drogba: You ...

Albie: I hold my wife's hand more tightly and we both step to the elevator door in preparation of a quick escape when we reach our floor.

Feuilly: The elevator dings.
Feuilly: The blonde girl stops crying entirely, cups Merving's butt, and then quickly rolls out the door.

Albie: wtf

Merving: My jaw drops.

JustinDeckard: I'll place a hand on the door to keep it open so that every can exit safely.

Albie: My wife and I exit hastily and I take her down the hall, ignoring the receptionist's desk, and towards the door opposite Burnhamthorpe's office.

Drogba: ALright, I'll get out of the elevator.

Feuilly: Albie heads in the same direction that the blonde girl went, and you see a young Indian woman sitting at the receptionist's desk.

Merving: I stumble out of the elevator not sure what just happened. and kind of walk mindlessly down the hall for a few paces.

JustinDeckard: I'll now step out of the elevator and presumably follow the blonde woman.

Merving: I walk down the hall until I reach the receptionist's desk and wait there for somebody to notice me.

Feuilly: She smiles at you and points to your left. The same direction that Albie and the others went down.

Drogba: I'll head in that direction until I find wherever we're having the meeting.

Merving: "Oh, thank you." I reply and head in that direction.

Feuilly: At the end of the hall is a fastidiously dressed man with short blond hair and wire rim glasses. He's sitting at a desk that's situated between two doors. One on the left and one on the right.

Albie: "I assume we're expected?" I ask him.

Feuilly: "You are. I'll escort you inside when the rest of your company arrives."
Feuilly: "Please wait here."

Albie: "I'd rather go in now," I say to him sternly.

Merving: I approach the man with the rimmed glasses. "Hello. I'm Merving Denim...I'm here for the meeting?"

Feuilly: He looks at Albie. "I'm afraid that your daughter will have to remain outside."
Feuilly: "The rest of you can come with me."

Albie: Was he referring to my wife?

Feuilly: Yes

Drogba: Yeah, it's a compliment!!!

Feuilly: The blonde girl is nowhere in sight.

Drogba: Even though she's SOOOO UGLY

Merving: I glance at Albie and his wife for a second with sympathy and follow the guy in.

Feuilly: Because she was on roller skates and so much faster than you dudes.

JustinDeckard: I'll tip my hat to Albie's wife, "It was a pleasure to meet you, miss." then I'll head in.

Drogba: I'll follow the dude.

Albie: "I'm sorry, my WIFE is coming with me, Mr. Pengrove. I won't leave her alone with the company lurking about."

Feuilly: "Mr. Smith, she couldn't be in safer hands than with me."
Feuilly: "I will guarantee that no one shall give her even an ill glance while she's in my company."

Drogba: "Leave the cow outside. I don't have the patience for this."

Feuilly: Oh good.

Albie: "What did you just say!" I bellow.

Merving: "Whoa, guys come on..." I plead trying to interject.

Drogba: I ignore Albie and take a seat in the LARGE BOARDROOM.

Merving: "I don't know why everybody seems to hate each other but I think if we just cooperate the night will be over a lot faster..."

Feuilly: The room isn't empty, btw.

Drogba: That's fine
Drogba: I'll take an open seat or sit on my HUGE CHEST/TRUNK or whatever

Feuilly: "Madam, wouldn't you much prefer to be away from such disreputable company as that sort?"
Feuilly: He points towards Drogba.

Merving: Seeing that the situation diffused itself I guess I feel foolish and just take a seat myself.

Feuilly: The boardroom is large and open. The entire backwall consists of a tinted window showing a beautiful view of the River City skyline.
Feuilly: The table itself is large and wooden, with what appears to be a speakerphone and a webcam, pointed squarely at the entrance of the room.
Feuilly: The table seems to be too large for the present group of people sitting before it.
Feuilly: At the head of the table is an apparently middle-aged man with dark hair that's greying at his temples wearing a dark brown power suit. He purses his lips as everyone enters.
Feuilly: The rest of the table is as follows:
Feuilly: On the immediate left (your left) side of the head, is a much younger looking man (perhaps in his late 30s) with dark brown hair and a vandyke, dressed in a navy blue suit with a vest of the same colour. He is the only person in the room that did not immediately turn to the door as it opened, instead apparently absorbed with something in his Blackberry.
Feuilly: Continuing on the left is an empty seat. Presumably left vacant for an individual not present at the meeting.
Feuilly: And the last figure seated on the right is the elephant man. Or it would be if the elephant man didn't bathe and had creatures visibly thriving on his skin. His gaze quickly scans back and forth as if he's looking for someone.
Feuilly: On the right, proceding from the head of the table is an aged creature of some sort. You can see that it's in a wheelchair, and if you had to guess you'd surmise that it had lived longer as a kine than many in the room had lived as a kindred. Taking everything in almost immediately, its gazes fixes on Merving and transforms into a stare.
Feuilly: Right once more is a youngish man with very large mutton chops. He has a pen in his right hand and a notepad in front of him, unlike the rest. He looks up and down at the group, making notes.
Feuilly: Lastly is the blonde woman with the roller skates. She chews noisily on some bubblegum and bops her head back and forth to imaginary music as she inspects the new arrivals.

Merving: am I anywhere near the old creature?

Feuilly: Albie's wife is visibly disgusted by Drogba, and decides to hold back outside.
Feuilly: The head of the table is at the far end of the room.

Albie: Still outside the room, I seethe at Mr. Penrose: "You tell Mr. Burnhamthorpe that either that cretin in the gas mask leaves or I do."

Albie: Over.

Merving: roll 3#d10
dicebot: Merving rolled 3#d10 --> [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}
Feuilly (to Merving): Looking at the wretched old creature, you suddenly have visions of Romeo and Juliet.

Feuilly: "Is there a problem, Albie?"
Feuilly: You hear John's voice speak.

Albie: I enter the room and point at Drogba. "This person," I say, "assaulted a young woman in the elevator and made a horribly offensive comment about my wife a moment ago, which I will not repeat."
Albie: "I refuse to be a part of any meeting involving him."

Drogba: I'm not going to say a word or move.

Feuilly: ""Ah yes... That must be the... representative of Maria."

JustinDeckard: I'll turn to Albie, "Sir, I understand your misgivings, but the sooner this meeting is over, the sooner you never have to see this man again. So if we could just avoid any conflict, that would be ideal."

Feuilly: "It is precisely because of his ilk that your service is so necessary."
Feuilly: The blonde woman pipes up, "He smells like shit. At least make him stand in the corner."

Albie: "Here here," I say un-ironically.

JustinDeckard: I'll head over to the man in the navy blue suit with the van dyke.
JustinDeckard: "A pleasure to see you again, Mr. Prescott."

Feuilly: "Likewise."
Feuilly: You all notice that he has a British accent.
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The Stairwell to the 30th Floor

AariciaVanIblis: "Friends?"
AariciaVanIblis: "Heh."
AariciaVanIblis: I push off from the wall and head toward the stairwell.

Kehinde: I follow her.
Kehinde: "Perhaps friends is too strong of a word? I believe we can do business."

AariciaVanIblis: "Business? And exactly what business would that be?"

Kehinde: "This affair we've been thrust into, you have the air of person who is well informed."
Kehinde: "I think with cooperation, we can resolve this matter in a way that benefits us both."
Kehinde: "But, regardless, I will do what achieves my personal ends. Whether you can also gain suitably is up to you."


AariciaVanIblis: "I simply want this over."
AariciaVanIblis: "If you can expedite the process, all the better."
AariciaVanIblis: "Though I'm told you lack influence."
AariciaVanIblis: "And you associate yourself with a common bilge rat."
AariciaVanIblis: "So how would I possibly benefit from a partnership with you precisely?"
AariciaVanIblis: "I suggest you speak slowly and choose your words carefully."

Kehinde: I laugh.
Kehinde: "You are well informed, indeed."
Kehinde: "Drogba is not a friend, but he is good at what he does."
Kehinde: "If I could solve this by throwing his body into a fire, I would do it in an instant."
Kehinde: "But first, I would like to know what sort of situation we've been enlisted into before I formulate a plan."
Kehinde: "The kind who have employed us are easily manipulated despite their positions and ambitions. The wealthy and powerful are foolish if you give them the proper bait."

AariciaVanIblis: "You don't know the situation?"
AariciaVanIblis: "Not surprising. Your puppetmaster is a deceptive twat."
AariciaVanIblis: "Though mine is no better."
AariciaVanIblis: My words trail off and I fall into a sullen silence.

Kehinde: "Interesting."
Kehinde: "But, yes, I have been kept in the dark by my employer."
Kehinde: I carefully mull over my words.
Kehinde: "He's given me an assignment, which he detailed well enough for my purposes, but this gathering he left mostly a mystery."
Kehinde: "Could you perhaps shed some light?"

AariciaVanIblis: "I could, certainly. But will I? Unlikely."
AariciaVanIblis: "Just be aware that we're caught up in something entirely unpleasant."
AariciaVanIblis: "Tread lightly."
AariciaVanIblis: "Especially with me."
AariciaVanIblis: And now I use my totally awesome athletic ability to bound up the stairs five at a time.

Kehinde: I run after her.
Kehinde: "I wish you no harm, but unless we're on the same page, I'm afraid I cannot guarantee your safety."
Kehinde: "This is not a threat, miss. But I fully intend to burn this city to the ground."

AariciaVanIblis: I stop at the door to the 24th floor.
AariciaVanIblis: "Oh? Sounds intriguing. And how might one accomplish that?"

Kehinde: I stop and smile, then rub the large scar across my face.
Kehinde: "We've been given unbelievable access to the primogen of this city. It wouldn't take much mischief to destroy them all."
Kehinde: "Or make them destroy each other."
Kehinde: "We just have to say the right thing at the right time to the right set of enemies."
Kehinde: "Perhaps we frame one, or make them fear that they are about to be framed."
Kehinde: "Maybe we clean up what's left, but I don't really care what happens after I've had my fun."

AariciaVanIblis: "Feh. Vulgar and bloodthirsty. What a truly unremarkable individual you've turned out to be."
AariciaVanIblis: "Kill them all and let God sort them out?"
AariciaVanIblis: "Is that what I'm to take away from this conversation?"

Kehinde: I lightly grab Aaricia's face.
Kehinde: "I'm quite remarkable at what I do."
Kehinde: Then I let go.
Kehinde: "But, no, I assume you have your set of grievances with the way things are."

AariciaVanIblis: My eyes widen with plain fury.
AariciaVanIblis: "Touch me again and I'll only have one grievance to deal with."
AariciaVanIblis: I begin to climb the stairs again.
AariciaVanIblis: "Speak to me again at the end of this pathetic gathering."
AariciaVanIblis: "Even the most useless riff-raff can serve a purpose."
AariciaVanIblis: "You may serve mine, I suppose."
AariciaVanIblis: "I guess we'll wait and see."

Kehinde: I straighten up after having bent over to look Aaricia in the eyes.
Kehinde: "I apologize for my rude behavior, but I hope that we can conduct our business with respect from here on out."
Kehinde: "I honestly do find you to be an intriguing individual, and one who could be a valuable asset."
Kehinde: "I'll wait for you in the parking lot. If you don't have a ride, I'll drive you home while we discuss things."
Kehinde: "But let us keep our association to ourselves for the time being."
Kehinde: I walk along behind her to the 30th floor.

AariciaVanIblis: "Hm, yes. Everyone these days seems to think I'm little more than a porcelain pawn."
AariciaVanIblis: "A valuable asset."
AariciaVanIblis: "Ha ha ha."
AariciaVanIblis: My fists clench though I do my best to not to strike Kehinde in the FUCKING FACE.
AariciaVanIblis: I push open the door to the 30th floor and walk through.
AariciaVanIblis: And make a point of letting it close behind me.

Kehinde: I grab the door before it closes.
Kehinde: "You misunderstand me, miss. You are not a pawn to me, but I do believe that we could be mutually beneficial."
Kehinde: "As you said, I also have my uses. My own set of skills and knowledges. It is a trade."
Kehinde: "Fair. I will ask nothing more than what you are willing to give and I expect the same from you."
Kehinde: "Business, that's all. I don't believe you're capable of friendship, so I'll give up the pretense."

Feuilly: You come into the lobby of the 30th floor, near where the elevators come up.
Feuilly: Sitting at a receptionist desk is a young Indian woman.

Kehinde: I look at her, "We are expected."
Kehinde: I notice Albie talking to someone and head toward him.

AariciaVanIblis: "You know, there was an angel that once rebelled against God."

Kehinde: I stop and turn toward Aaricia.

AariciaVanIblis: "He now fills the ranks of his demonic army with the weak-willed and pathetic souls that give in to self corruption."
AariciaVanIblis: "They will one day storm the white gates and banish their maker from existence."
AariciaVanIblis: "A swarm of insects eradicating their all powerful creator."
AariciaVanIblis: I look Kehinde in the eyes.
AariciaVanIblis: "For this to work properly, I'm afraid I'll need to play the role of Lucifer."
AariciaVanIblis: I ignore the woman at the desk and walk toward the meeting.
AariciaVanIblis: "Perhaps you can be my Beelzebub."

Kehinde: "That's my girl," I say and laugh.
Kehinde: "I will follow you with great interest, light bearer."

Feuilly: You see a well dressed man with blond hair and wire rim glasses and Albie's dowdy wife standing outside an open door.
Feuilly: He gestures for you to head in.
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Th...that's supposed to be a secret conversation!

[Theldorrin]

The Boardroom
Kehinde: I open the door widely and hold it for Aaricia to enter.

Albie: they fucked...

JustinDeckard: I'll use heightened senses to see if I detect any sex smells.

Feuilly: It's probably not a good to use heightened senses to smell when Drogba is in the room.

JustinDeckard: That's true.

Feuilly: Do you still want to try it?

JustinDeckard: Also Albie's wife is just outside the room, and I'm sure the combination of those smells would probably cause final death.
JustinDeckard: No, I probably shouldn't.

Albie: You wouldn't smell her pussy over how gigantic a pussy you are.

AariciaVanIblis: I enter and give the room a quick scan.
AariciaVanIblis: Then make a thoroughly unimpressed face.
Feuilly (to Aaricia): You recognize the old woman from your days in Austria, but aside from that you couldn't say a thing about her.

Merving: I walk over to Martin.
Merving: "Hey."

Albie: I'm still waiting for Drogba to be forced into a corner.
Albie: Only then will my ego be satisfied.

Feuilly: Is Drogba still not moving?

Drogba: Yeah, I'm just sitting there.

Feuilly: The man at the head of the table, which you've all generally pieced together as being the prince, taps Mr. Prescott's wrist and nods towards Drogba.
Feuilly: Mr. Prescott gets up from his seat and walks towards Drogba.

Drogba: Uh oh ...
Drogba: I'll stand up and open up my trunk, I suppose
Drogba: And wait to see what he does.

Feuilly: He smiles politely at Drogba.
Feuilly: roll 7#d10
dicebot: Feuilly rolled 7#d10 --> [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}
Feuilly: "Please be so kind and sit in the corner."
Feuilly: He points to the corner farthest away from where he sits.
Feuilly(to Drogba): You feel very drawn to this man. As if he were very precious to you.

Drogba: I'll nod and do what he asks.

Feuilly: Mr. Prescott heads back to his seat.

AariciaVanIblis: "I've never seen a dog so easily curbed."
AariciaVanIblis: "DOH HO HO."

Albie: Is he sitting on the floor?

Drogba: Nah, I'm sitting on my chest.

Feuilly: It's probably best, because he'd likely stain the carpet.
Feuilly: "Now that we're all here, let's begin this meeting. Please connect us with the archon." The prince nods at the man that let you into the room, and he exits and closes the door behind him.

Merving: I scowl to myself at how Drogba is treated.
Merving: Even though a few minutes ago I saw him slam some lady against a wall.

Feuilly: You got a boob feel out of that, though.
Feuilly: The nosferatu looks agitated. "We're not all here. My selection is missing." He casts an accusatory look at the three kindred seated at the head of the table.
Feuilly: "Hmmm... And who might that be?"
Feuilly: "Annette Schwarzkopf"
Feuilly: The prince looks towards the handsome man to his side, and the man nods slightly in acknowledgement, without ever taking his eyes from his blackberry.
Feuilly: There's an audible beep from the speaker phone, and the prince reaches forward and pushes a button.

Albie: I make sure my wife can see what happened to Drogba before kissing her on the cheek and promising her that I'll make this quick. Then I enter the room and sit as near to Burnhamthorpe as I can.

Feuilly: The voice on the line is heavily distorted. "My code name is Acid Burn."
Feuilly: The handsome English man interjects, "James, we all know that's you. The subterfuge is completely unnnecessary."

Drogba: hahaha

Feuilly: The crone bursts out in a loud cackling laughter. Her first actual reaction to any of the events taking place.
Feuilly: "Yes, well...", the voice continues without distortion, and you detect an Oceanic accent.

Albie: James didn't even get to roll Subterfuge...
Albie: Where am I sitting?

Feuilly: You're next to the blonde woman.

Albie: And on my other side?

Feuilly: I don't think there is anyone on your other side.

Albie: So where is Burnhamthorpe in relation to me?

Feuilly: He's at the head of the table.
Feuilly: You are down a ways.

Albie: This is the closest I could get?

Drogba: You could sit in his lap.

JustinDeckard: I have to express my ignorance. What is an oceanic accent?

Albie: You'd better shut it, bitch.

Drogba: Australian
Drogba: New zealand
Drogba: One of those shit places

Feuilly: You could sit in the empty seat, but you assume that it was left open for someone that has yet to arrive.
Feuilly: Yes.

Albie: Wait, the seats are reserved?

Feuilly: The primogen are sitting in specific seats.
Feuilly: Their orientation is based on status.
Feuilly: The prince has the most, and then the two closest to him, and so forth.

Albie: I cross my arms and sit in silence.

Feuilly: The man on the speaker phone continues speaking.
Feuilly: "Could all of the representatives please stand or sit near the entrance of the room so that I can get all of you within the view of my webcam?"
Feuilly: He continues speaking without waiting for anyone to act.
Feuilly: "Anyway, as you probably already know, there has been an attempted breech of the masquerade."

Merving: I move toward the entrance.

Feuilly: "In the beginning of June, a manuscript was received at a major publishing house. This manuscript contained a large amount of factual detail about Kindred, including information about the masquerade, clans, abilities, weaknesses, etc. It went into great detail to correct misconceptions and rumors that we've cultivated over the years."
Feuilly: "In addition to this, it also includes information on a non-trivial number of kindred. This includes pictures, personal histories, and so forth."
Feuilly: "In particular, each member of River City's Primogen is detailed within the book. And the details about this particular city are much more local in scope, and in some cases appear to have insider information. It mentions 40 requests to embrace within this city during the past decade, and indicates all 35 of those that were rejected."
Feuilly: "It mentions the 6 Sabbat assassination attempts made against the Prince in that time, and the 4 additional attempts that were made without the source being determined. It lists the 14 blood hunts called within this city during that time and connects the successful ones with missing person's cases, discusses the conference that was held with the Princes of New York and Chicago"
Feuilly: "It even mentions the events surrounding the embracing of Albie."
Feuilly: "These facts very strongly suggest that the author is a resident of River City, and also suggest that they've received information from the Primogen."
Feuilly: "Four days after the first manuscript was submitted, there was a second copy given to another publisher."
Feuilly: "Two days after that, the first manuscript turned up missing, and I was recruited to investigate these events."
Feuilly: "And now I'm recruiting all of you to finish the job."

Drogba: If I could fart, I would.

Feuilly: Who else moves to be within view of his webcam?
Feuilly: Drogba already is, and Merving moved.

Albie: Am I in view?

Feuilly: Not quite, but you will be if you move a foot or so down.

Albie: I guess I do that.

Kehinde: I'll move into view just to get this fuckin' thing moving.
Feuilly: Oh, and Kehinde and Aaricia are in view.

Kehinde: Oh, okay.

JustinDeckard: I'll get up and move.

Albie: As the only person mentioned by name, I feel dreadful as my grip tightens on my shirtsleeves. "Have we looked into this being the result of some sort of political agenda? An irresponsible liberal hoping to discredit myself and Mr. Burnhamthorpe?"

JustinDeckard: I assumed I was, but I must not be.

Feuilly: "I have looked into a great many things. It is really up to you now to go where your investigation guides you."
Feuilly: "Your code names are as follows: Alice, Congo Bongo, Nitro, Dogbutt, Sphygmomanometer, Albie, and it looks like Smitty is missing. Is she hiding behind Congo Bongo?"
Feuilly: The Brit responds, "No, she didn't attend. I have someone looking into it."
Feuilly: "Alright Mr. Bond, I guess that's it then. If you have any questions ask around."
Feuilly: The speaker phone clicks off.

Kehinde: I hope I'm Sphygmomanometer.

Drogba: I'm guessing I'm Alice

Feuilly: The names should be obvious!

Feuilly: Except Merving, who is obvious by process of elimination.
Feuilly: Justin is Sphygmomanometer.
Feuilly: Merving is Nitro.

Drogba: He's a doctor, you see.

Feuilly: Kehinde is Congo Bongo.

Merving: cool

Kehinde: -_-

Feuilly: Drogba is Dogbutt

Drogba: Oh my God ...

Albie: With a shit-eating smile on my face, I look at Dogbutt and ask the room: "So, does water-boarding work on your kind?"

Kehinde: Dog butts don't have to breathe.

Drogba: I won't say anything.

JustinDeckard: "Isn't Sphygmomanometer a little long for a code name?" I say with a confused look on my face.

Merving: "We could call you Sphygmo." I suggest.

Feuilly: The blonde looks at you and smiles. "At least your code name can be said in polite company."

Albie: more like homo

Kehinde: "I think we can safely ignore our code names."

Merving: I secretly like my codename a lot and hope it is used.

AariciaVanIblis: I study the faces in the room and remain silent.
AariciaVanIblis: And also look a little bored.

Feuilly: The old crone is now looking from person to person, studying them.
Feuilly: And the blonde woman has gotten up from her seat to talk to Mr. Prescott.
Feuilly: She's stroking his arm, as if she's trying to seduce him.

Merving: "what's the primogen?" I whisper to anybody close enough to hear me."

Kehinde: I look down at Merving and smile.
Kehinde: "The ones who hired us."
Kehinde: Gosh

Merving: I look up at Kehinde. "Oh!...thanks."

JustinDeckard: I'll whisper back to Merving so hopefully no one but him can hear me, "Ridiculous kindred politics, I'd stay as far away from them as possible if I were you."

Albie: I'll stand and walk over to Burnhamthorpe.

Feuilly: John begins speaking to Albie in low tones.

Albie and Prince John
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Albie: When I reach him, I wait for him to acknowledge me.

Feuilly: "Albie. It seems that there were in fact two manuscripts. This is very interesting news."

Albie: "What does it mean for us?" I ask him.

Feuilly: "One thing I do know is that Annette was mentioned within the book itself."
Feuilly: "It's possible that her disappearance is connected either to the person who wrote the manuscript in the first place, or the person who stole a copy."
Feuilly: "With that in mind, you're also mentioned within. So it's best if you were cautious."

Albie: "Mr. Burnhamthorpe, I should tell you, when I arrived home yesterday after our meeting, I found someone had invaded my home and left a written threat for me."

Feuilly: "That is completely unacceptable."
Feuilly: "I would very much like it if you and your family were to stay at my estate, at least until this business is concluded."
Feuilly: "Your family should not be left alone, but at the same time we must get to the bottom of this."

Albie: "That's a very generous offer. I'll accept, provided we do everything we can to have this situation resolved before Monday. I won't have my backyard empty on the Fourth of July. It would be an insult to everything I stand for."

Albie: "So, which of these is that Meyer woman you had suspicions of?"

Feuilly: "The old woman in the wheelchair."

Albie: Could you elaborate on what she looks like? You called her a creature. Is she just an extremely, extremely old woman?

Feuilly: She is extremely, extremely old.
Feuilly: 100+

Albie: I'm forced to admit to myself, as I look her over, that perhaps Obama's death panels would benefit some people.
Albie: "And her representative? I didn't see her speak to anyone."

Feuilly: "Dogbutt."
Feuilly: "The wretched chooses the wretched."

Albie: "Please don't tell me that Dogbutt is the man hiding behind that gas mask."

Feuilly: You notice that Merving is starting to approach.
Feuilly: The prince nods at your question, however, but keeps his lips sealed.
===

Martin, Aaricia and Kehinde
===
Feuilly: Mutton chops gets up from his seat and walks towards the group of you at the door.
Feuilly: "Good evening to you all."

AariciaVanIblis: I exhale in annoyance.
AariciaVanIblis: "That wasn't very enlightening."

Kehinde: "I have to agree with my colleague."

Feuilly: "Ah.. But isn't this enlightening?"
Feuilly: "Kate is standing by Ian, trying to seduce him."

Feuilly: "That is not uncommon in itself, but to be so brazen with it suggests that she thinks that the prince will fall."

Feuilly: "Albie is talking to the dear prince. Evidently he's the only one that's very strongly invested in this investigation."

JustinDeckard: We're in the newmedix building, right?

Feuilly: Yes.
Feuilly: "Maria is sitting quietly. The best case scenario for her is the status quo, since it bodes ill of the prince."

Feuilly: The prince and Albie have stopped talking for the moment, Merving.
Feuilly: "The nosferatu is apparently out of the game before it began at all."

Kehinde: "And what about you, Mr ... ?"

Feuilly: He extends his hand to Kehinde.
Feuilly: "My name is Martin Wilson."

Kehinde: "Ah, Martin. I believe our mutual acquaintance Andy wanted me to give you his greetings."
Kehinde: I pause to gauge Martin's response.

Feuilly: "It's good that he still regards me..."

Kehinde: "But, yes, Mr. Wilson, I wonder how you stand to profit from the fall of the prince."
Kehinde: "That's not an accusation, but you were freely giving your judgments on the other primogen. I hope you have nothing to hide."
Kehinde: I give a crooked smile.

Feuilly: "Not everything in this world is about profit."
Feuilly: "The world, and society, inflicts a great deal of suffering on those that live within it."
Feuilly: "If the prince loses his seat to Maria, or Jean-Paul, or more likely Ian, then not much will have changed."
Feuilly: "Our society will still be an oligarchy with the downtrodden being downtrodden."

AariciaVanIblis: I stare transfixed at the old woman then poke Kehinde in the arm.

Kehinde: "I see. So it would please you if they were all disposed of?"
Kehinde: "Not to put words in your mouth, Martin, but if this investigation pointed at one of them, you would likely not lose much sleep."
Kehinde: "Am I correct?"
Kehinde: I turn to Aaricia.

Feuilly: "I oppose methods of force and violence."
Feuilly: "Change won't come from either."

AariciaVanIblis: I say something under my breath.
AariciaVanIblis: "His tongue is forked."

Kehinde: I nod, not making it clear to whom I'm agreeing with.
Kehinde: "But this investigation, it shouldn't come to violence? We are merely seeking the truth, are we not?"
Kehinde: "Whatever comes after we conclude our business is out of our hands, right?"
Kehinde: "Yours and ours."
===

Merving: I guess I approach the prince. to see what Albie is talking to him about.

Albie: "Do you have some need of Mr. Burnhampthorpe?" I ask the young man in a tuxedo.

Merving: I walk up to the prince.

Feuilly: His entire expression quivers for a moment before resuming his smile.

Merving: "Hello, I'm Merving Denim. It's an honor to meet you, your majesty." I moronically blurt out extending my hand.

Feuilly: The prince starts chuckling.
Feuilly: He gives Merving's hand a solid shake.
Feuilly: "It's good to meet you too, Merving."

Albie: I clear my throat impatiently at Merving.

Merving: "Oh, I'm sorry. I just wanted to introduce myself. Uh, carry on." I step away to let Albie talk with the prince.

Albie and Prince John
===
Albie: "Not the rudest young man I ever met," I say to Burnhamthorpe.

Feuilly: "Yes. He's earnest, too."
Feuilly: "He may be helpful."

Albie: "So," I ask, "how do you recommend I proceed?"

Feuilly: "You'll need to trust your gut."
Feuilly: "It seems that most of the people here aren't interested in the investigation. Is one going a step further and instead interested in thwarting it?"
Feuilly: His eyes dart to Drogba.
Feuilly: "I'd suggest that Drogba or Maria herself are good people to look into."

Albie: I murmur slightly and look over to Dogbutt. I assume I see Merving beside him?

Feuilly: Yes
===

JustinDeckard: I walk over to Aaricia, "So I see your as anxious to be done with this as I am, perhaps we could collaborate to be done with this as soon as possible."

AariciaVanIblis: "Hm? What? Are you addressing me?"
AariciaVanIblis: "All this attention is starting to grow wearisome."
AariciaVanIblis: "What did you say?"
AariciaVanIblis: I'm still distracted by the woman in the wheelchair.

JustinDeckard: "I'm sure it is, but trust me my attention is merely a business matter. After we're done with this you can trust me we'll never interact again."

Merving: I kind of awkardly pace around the room not sure what to do with myself. For some reason I decide to approach Drogba.

Merving: "Uh...hey, how's it going?" I say leaning against the wall nearby.

Drogba: Ehehe
Drogba: I look up
Drogba: "Hello, Nitro."
Drogba: I'll just look at him. I'll wait for him to speak.

Merving: "Hehe hey, dogbu...dog....so um...how long have you been a vampire?"
Merving: I make very tortured small talk.

Drogba: I'll sit there and think for a moment.
Drogba: "For a very long time."

Albie: I approach Merving and Dogbutt.

Drogba: "You seem out of place here, Nitro. I'm curious, how did you end up here?""

Merving: "Hah. Um well I wish I knew that myself. Just last night this person appeared and told me I'd become a vampire and they wanted me at this meeting...so here I am."

Feuilly: You hear a loud British voice.
Feuilly: "May I have everyone's attention."
Feuilly: "It appears that Annette has met her final death."

Drogba: "Oh my God. Not Annette."
Drogba: "What will we do?"

Albie: "Show some respect," I spit (figuratively) at Dogbutt.

Feuilly: "I have someone at the scene who reports that there appears to have been a struggle at her apartment, and her firearm is on the floor with a bullet hole and blood splattered on a cupboard.

JustinDeckard: I look concerned by the announcement, but try not to let it interrupt my interactions.

AariciaVanIblis: "Yes, I've heard that line before."
AariciaVanIblis: "Unless you have something substantial to offer me I suggest you be on your way."

JustinDeckard: "Yes, I'm sure you're very popular among young boys and angry perverts on the internet."
JustinDeckard: "But I honestly have better things to do than try to appease a little girl, I just want to get this over with, and I figured at least along those lines our interests coincided."

Merving: I ask drogba in a hushed tone. "Who's Annette?"

Drogba: "She was the most powerful vampire in the the city, Merving."

Albie: I place my hand on Merving's shoulder.
Albie: "Don't listen to this fool."

Kehinde: "Martin, it seems that violence has shown its ugly face despite our deepest wishes to the contrary."
Kehinde: "I take it you are just as surprised as the rest of us at this news."

Merving: "Wow. So was she like the princess or?"

Albie: "Annette was the prodigal representative of that Nosferatu there."

Merving: I turn my head toward Albie.

Drogba: "Yes, she was a princess."

Merving: I turn back toward Drogba. "OH, I'm so sorry to hear that. I guess you must have been close."

Albie: "Merving, was it?" I ask, and without waiting for a response say: "The prince and I both think you're a good young man. You shouldn't be wasting your time talking to this cretin."

Feuilly: The nosferatu is sitting forlornly at the table. Completely ignored by everyone and apparently utterly inconsequential.

Merving: I laugh nervously "haha boy you really give this guy a hard time, huh?"

Drogba: "Which primogen do you represent, Nitro?"

Merving: "Oh, um well that man over there is who I spoke to last night. His name is Martin." I point to the man taking notes.

Merving: "So I guess...him if he's a primogen?" I kind of shrug to Drogba.
Merving: "Sorry I'm still very confused by this whole system." I admit.

Drogba: "Why did he hire you?"

Merving: "Your guess is as good as mine. Apparently they wanted me to investigate. It meant I didn't have to be killed so I just went with it."
Merving: I wonder if I should have said that but it's too late now.

Albie: "So, Dogbutt," I say condescendingly. "You seem pretty unfazed by this whole situation."

Drogba: "Yes."
Drogba: "And?"

Albie: "I just wonder if whoever called you here would be pleased with your nonchalance."
Albie: "What's in that trunk of yours, anyway?" I ask, inspecting.

Merving: I perk up my ears suddenly aware that I'm curious about that too.

Drogba: "Hmmm ..."
Drogba: "Don't worry. I'm just as determined to see this thing out as you."

Drogba: "I won't rest until the investigation is over and we've cleared the prince's name and blah blah blah."

Drogba: "Can't you go bother someone else? Go talk to underaged bitch or something."
Drogba: "Look at her. She's just begging to be approached by a doughy asshole."

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AariciaVanIblis: "Ah, casual insults. Such a friendly group we've gathered. If you can tell me something about that despondent woman over there then we may be able to work something out."
AariciaVanIblis: "She's rather interesting, that one."

JustinDeckard: "Unfortunately I can't help you there, I'm as confused by her as you."
JustinDeckard: "I'm guessing one of our fellow investigators must know more about her since they're working for her."
JustinDeckard: "If I had to venture a guess it's not you, myself, Merving or Albie."
JustinDeckard: "So your best bet is either the African or the man in the gas mask."

AariciaVanIblis: "Not a difficult choice. Leave the son of Africa to me."

JustinDeckard: "Alright I'll see what I can find out from the gas mask man."

JustinDeckard: Seeing as how Drogba is being bothered by people at the moment, I'll leave him for a moment and go approach the Nosferatu.
=

AariciaVanIblis: I walk over to Kehinde and poke him in the arm again.
AariciaVanIblis: "Hey. You."

Kehinde: "Yes, Light Bearer?"

AariciaVanIblis: "What can you tell me about that decrepit old relic over there?"

Kehinde: "I can't say that I know anything besides the obvious."
Kehinde: "Why do you ask?"

AariciaVanIblis: "Tsk, you're useless. Though I'm told your disgusting acquaintance might know a thing or two."
AariciaVanIblis: "You may want to say something to him when he's free to chat."
AariciaVanIblis: "Perhaps."

Kehinde: "I should talk to him anyway, he's doing his best to fuck everything up."

AariciaVanIblis: "Indeed."


Justin and Alex
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JustinDeckard: "Excuse me, sir. I'm sorry for your loss, were you and Annette close?"

Feuilly: "She was a nice girl."
Feuilly: "Not like this lot."
Feuilly: "Look at how they gaze with contempt."
Feuilly: "And one of our own is murdered, and they care not one iota."

JustinDeckard: "I can understand your feelings, I tend to shy away from the kindred due to their callousness. That said, I'm sure she will be remembered fondly as least by those close to her."
JustinDeckard: I try to be consoling as I talk to him and gain his trust.

Feuilly: "Don't turn your backs on any of them. They'll say flowery words to your face, but you mean nothing to them."

JustinDeckard: "I hadn't planned to, sir, but I wanted to avoid any more unfortunate deaths if I could."
JustinDeckard: "I have a feeling you might be able to tell me how I could do that and resolve this situation. Or at least tell me who the others are. The woman in the wheelchair is most disconcerting, especially with her cold attitude."

Feuilly: "The woman in the wheelchair is Maria Meyer. She's an Austrian Tremere, and that means bad news."
Feuilly: "The man with the mutton chops is Martin Wilson. He talks a good game but he's like all the rest."
Feuilly: "There are many things I could tell you about him. He's not nearly as above board as he seems."

JustinDeckard: "Well at her age she was likely a former nazi, and a nazi Tremere is a terrifying combination to say the least."
JustinDeckard: "But what of Martin Wilson, I'm unaware of who his representative is, but he seems no less trustworthy than the rest of the bunch."

Feuilly: "He is a Brujah, and I would surmise that his representative is either the giant black man, or the one in the tuxedo."
Feuilly: "If you take to the sewers you can get a whiff of Martin's work."
Feuilly: He chuckles at his joke.

JustinDeckard: "The man in the tuxedo seems out of place here, he seems to have no idea how the kindred work. He might even be Caitiff, why would Martin choose a man like him as his representative?"


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Kehinde: I walk toward Drogba and grab him by the shoulder.
Kehinde: "Drogba, my friend, we have things to discuss."

Drogba: "Yes. We do."

Kehinde: I turn toward his interlocutors and smile, "I apologize for his behavior. He is a cretin of the highest order."
Kehinde: "Come, friend."

Drogba: "Excuse me, Nitro and Pig Tits. I have things to take care of."

Kehinde: I lead him toward a corner away from the others.

Drogba: I'll grab my box and follow Kehinde

Feuilly: Pig Tits!
Feuilly: Who is that?

Drogba: Albie doesn't have a nickname so Drogba made one up for him

Albie: I attempt to grab Dogbutt's trunk as he walks away with it.

Drogba: He thought it was unfair

Feuilly: Albie gets a firm grip on Drogba's trunk.

Albie: "You didn't answer me, friend."
Albie: I attempt to open the trunk.

Kehinde: I drop my foot on the lid of the trunk, holding it shut.
Kehinde: "He sleeps in there, you'll poison the air if you open it."

Feuilly: There's a bit of resistance with Kehinde standing on it. Are you still going to force it open?

Albie: I look at Burnhamthorpe to see his expression.

Feuilly: He's looking at Aaricia.

Kehinde: Pedo

Feuilly: Ian Prescott gets out of his chair and starts heading to the door of the room, with the blonde woman following.

Albie: "I don't trust your colleague, Mr. Congo. I have reasons to suspect he's involved with all of this."

Kehinde: "He's an idiot, but even he cannot be in two places at once, Mr. Pig Tits."

Albie: You give people an inch...

Kehinde: It's much too early for him to have gone there before he came here, unless he was looking for a tan."

Albie: What time IS it?

Feuilly: It's 9pm

Albie: "Step aside, Mr. Congo," I insist.

Kehinde: "Mr. Pig Tits, please. You are making a fool of yourself in front of the primogen. If you have no respect for Drogba, at least have respect for the company we are currently keeping."

Feuilly: The door to the room starts to open.

Albie: I look over Congo Bongo's shoulder to Dogbutt. "I'll give your friend back this wretched thing," I say, "if you and he would be... so kind... as to accompany me to the crime scene."
Albie: "Otherwise, I open it here, and we all have a look inside."

Drogba: "That is an absolutely wonderful idea."

Feuilly: Entering the now open door is a woman with a tight bun.
Feuilly: And a skirt.
Feuilly: She starts to walk over to the old lady in the wheelchair.
Feuilly: And the blonde woman and Ian simultaneously exit the room.

Drogba: Theldorrin, is this the sexy librarian?

Feuilly: Yes.

Drogba: Fuck yes

Feuilly: She has a distinctive wiggle of her butt as she walks.

Kehinde: "You know what, Mr. Pig Tits, you drive quite the hard bargain."

Drogba: "Indeed he does."

Feuilly: The Nosferatu gets up and leans in to whisper to Justin.

Kehinde: I reach into my jacket to grab my machete.

Kehinde: "I don't want to get violent in the presence of the prince, but you really don't want to fuck with people like me and my friend Drogba."
Kehinde: "We don't negotiate."

Feuilly: The prince makes a gesture towards the open door, and Mr. Penrose enters the room.
Feuilly: Along with Albie's wife.

Kehinde: "I don't want us to be on unfriendly terms, but you are making my decision quite difficult."

Albie: I see my wife enter the room and I shout at Penrose: "Get her out of here!"

Feuilly: Everyone roll alertness + perception difficulty 6

Albie: Then I reach into my ankle holster and pull out my pistol. "They have a second amendment where you come from, you fucking jigaboo?"

Drogba: roll 6#d10
dicebot: Drogba rolled 6#d10 --> [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}
Kehinde: roll 6#d10
dicebot: Kehinde rolled 6#d10 --> [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}
Kehinde: lol
Feuilly: Haha
* Albie rolls 6 10-sided dice: 6 1 5 3 4 4
Feuilly: WTF!?!
Albie: ugh
AariciaVanIblis: roll 3#d10
dicebot: AariciaVanIblis rolled 3#d10 --> [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}
* JustinDeckard rolls 6 dice: 2, 2, 3, 4, 7, 10

Feuilly: roll 8#d10
dicebot: Feuilly rolled 8#d10 --> [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}

Feuilly: Everyone but Kehinde and Albie sees a flickering of shadows.
Feuilly: Against Kehinde
Feuilly: roll 5#d10
dicebot: Feuilly rolled 5#d10 --> [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=6 ]{6}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}
Feuilly: One tentacle wraps around Kehinde.
Feuilly: roll 5#d10
dicebot: Feuilly rolled 5#d10 --> [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=6 ]{6}
Feuilly: Wow
Feuilly: One misses Drogba.
Feuilly: But another heads towards him.
Feuilly: roll 5#d10
dicebot: Feuilly rolled 5#d10 --> [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}
Feuilly: And it wraps around him.
Feuilly: The prince speaks up. "I trust you've learned that it's best not to do violence here?"

Kehinde: "Hahaha, very interesting!"
Kehinde: "A Lasombra prince?"
Kehinde: "Fine, I yield."

Albie: That's some insight for a guy with 0 Occult.

AariciaVanIblis: I look on unimpressed.
AariciaVanIblis: And roll my eyes.
AariciaVanIblis: FOREVER.

Kehinde: Man, I fight Sabbat chumps in my sleep.

Albie: My face belies my embarrassment and I put my gun back in its holster without saying anything.

Feuilly: The sexy librarian pushes Maria out of the room while everyone else that still remains stares at Drogba, waiting for him to respond.
Feuilly(to Drogba): Your feelings for Ian have gone away.

JustinDeckard: dog butt

Drogba: Heh
Drogba: "I'm harmless."
Drogba: "I promise."

Feuilly: The tentacles retract and withdraw.

Kehinde: "Mr. Pig Tits, I hope that we can put this ugliness behind us and cooperate. This has all just been an unfortunate misunderstanding."
Kehinde: "Drogba, apologize to Mr. Pig Tits."

Drogba: "I apologize. I've been acting foolishly all night."
Drogba: "Would you please let go of my box?"

Albie: "Have you reconsidered my offer?" I ask, stepping away from the foul trunk.

Kehinde: "I have a few preliminary investigations to undertake, but I'd be willing to look over the scene of the murder with you."
Kehinde: "I cannot speak for Drogba."

Drogba: "Like I said earlier, I think it's a wonderful idea."

Alex and Justin
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Feuilly: "This city is swimming in Caitiff."

JustinDeckard: I'll whisper back, "True, but it seems unlikely that a primogen would want to include one in this investigation without some reason. There must be more to him than meets the eye, or Mr. Wilson has some sort of ulterior motive."

Feuilly: "Caitiff have strange powers."
Feuilly: "Even the Samedi, yes I know what he is, is more of an open book."

JustinDeckard: "I've already dealt with some of his handiwork. I have a feeling if he could get away with it he'd murder his way through this whole room in a second."
JustinDeckard: "But that's good to know, perhaps the man in the tuxedo, Mr. Denim, will be more trustworthy than the rest of this bunch since he's not connected to the kindred as they are."

Feuilly: "Certainly safer than these weapon crazed freaks."

JustinDeckard: "I agree. The people here seem quick to jump to a violent solution. This doesn't bode well for my desires. I abhor needless killing."
JustinDeckard: "And what of a Prince, using a discipline like that. This situation clearly leads me to be concerned."

Feuilly: "Not the prince, the hound."
Feuilly: "Notice that his secretary entered just as the actions were taking place."
Feuilly: "Very interesting..."

JustinDeckard: "Very clever disguise. This bunch is full of surprises, I'll have to watch myself. How is it that the Prince has a Lasombra working for him?"
JustinDeckard: "Perhaps the prince himself is hiding more than any of us realize."
JustinDeckard: "And with his gun toting pet here to protect his interested it won't surprise me if he plans to disrupt this "investigation"."

Feuilly: "Your guess about the Lasombra is as good as mine."

JustinDeckard: "Anyway, sir. Thank you for your time and advice, and once again I am sorry for your loss. If you need someone to talk to you can reach me at this number. Despite our current state we kindred were once human, and we're susceptible to the pain of loss like any other."
JustinDeckard: I'll write down my phone number on a piece of paper and slip it to him.
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