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Offline [archive] Vongetta

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Re: PV VCS Epilogue Affairs of the Clan
« on: February 16, 2007, 07:11:00 AM »
                Hereby begins the next new night in our continuing PV chronicle. The Sabbat explosion at the docks have captured every Kine's & every Kindred's attention, the mad Prince El Gostro's Sheriff is dead, Azrael the Toreador luminary and Slayden the mysterious warlock are at odds. What will happen next? Stay tuned and find out in our latest chapter in the PV Chronicle...
 
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 (taken from the end of the original thread "PV Vamp Club Scene")
 
 My patience snapped.
 
 Normally when that happens, someone either gets an earful, or someone gets hurt. Very hurt. However that wasn't going to happen tonight. As much as I am blessed with the powers of the Kindred, I knew way better than to get between two, very powerful Elders. One of which could charm the socks - no, souls - off anyone, and the other which could deliver instant death with a simple few words.
 
 I was unhappy that Azrael failed to meet us at the docks, but mental fatigue seemed to be wearing my psyche down. I didn't want an argument. Being thrust into a sudden state of affairs with a coterie I had only met tonight, it seemed a distant possibility that this was happening. I shook my head a little, trying to clear it. The fatigue was clouding my thoughts. Kindred are believed never to tire, but even if my physical body no longer recognised exhaustion, my mind was still very close to what it'd been before my death - something I spent considerable time and effort at maintaining. Humanity....sanity...were they not interlinked? In all my years as Kindred, I had seen a few of my ilk partake in cold-blooded pleasure. In all my years of undeath, I strived to remember I was human. Something I never would tell anyone...any Kindred, that is. They would have laughed. "Aren't you so naive, little one?" they'd say, I'm sure. Perhaps that is why I never really fit into the Toreador social circle. Those who recognised me knew me as a well-mannered once-nobleborn young woman, but otherwise when my company was not demanded I tended to hang around the fringes of society like any other Kine. Azrael would have teased me if he knew my lifestyle. Perhaps that is why I felt more at home with Boxman sometimes...that same, down-to-earth nature, and of course the hot temper.
 
 I tossed the glass into the sink and started up the stairs.
 
 "Goodnight, you guys. Wake me up when this is over, maybe in about ten years."
 
 Without waiting for an answer, I went into my bedroom, peeled off the blood-stained shirt and stepped out of my equally ruined cargo pants. My underwear joined the desolate pile on the carpet as I stepped into the shower. I turned the tap almost three-quarters of the way down. The water, so hot, hot enough for a jacuzzi, was heavenly.
 
 I slipped into a lavender silk nightie, made sure the door was shut, and curled up under the covers. If anyone woke me as soon as the next moon came up, they would be in trouble. Serious trouble.
                       

 

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Re: PV VCS Epilogue Affairs of the Clan
« Reply #1 on: February 16, 2007, 10:17:00 AM »
                ((A bit early no? We're still in descussion with Azrael, but I'll port my actions of the nexst day and continue history in the previus one))
 
 William walks down the stairs, no longer wearing his coat, you could see his shirt and classic overwear. He was laughing while everyone was asleep. His clothings contained several new stains of blood not from the big action yesterday. Everything was looking at him, the chairs, table, even an abandoned glass on the kuitchen floor. Shadows sneered at William and he laughed, softly, bearly audioable so the others didn't wake up form their slumbers. He felt like something had changed, the aura of this city, more irregular then ever. Like a little voice was wishpering in his ear, revenge, eye for an eye. he could feel the anger of the Sabbat from miles away. But they wouldn't come near here... Not for now atleast.
 
 He walked towards the door and felt the evenings chill. Not that he cared, such feelings were nothing to his curse and mind. He walked over the street, its lucky the Toreador lived near here, saved him a few walks. He came towards a rich quarters neighberhood. His looks totaly mismatched the area, but non should see, people were off to party's, work or well asleep, but he knew one family who didn't. He stopped at the iron gate as he pressed the bell. A shadowy head appeared on the small monitor above it, for a second, as the gates opened and William stepped trough. It was quite a walk towards the main mainson, but he didn't mind. Infront on the stairs of the entrance door, A elderly man smiled as he Welcomed the Vampire.

 
 "Welkom William, Ik zie dat je ons weer eens een bezoekje brengt, wat heb je toch gedaan, je kledij gedaan. Kom een verfrissing en dan zal Melanie je ontvangen. Je moet je zus niet zoveel laten wachten."
 
 The man guided him inside and closed the door as several maids welcomed him. William gave the butler a Large bottle with blood and the man nodded and walked away while William went towards the stairs.                        

 

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Re: PV VCS Epilogue Affairs of the Clan
« Reply #2 on: February 16, 2007, 12:34:00 PM »
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 ((Yeah..I know it's a bit...rushed, but people were getting impatient in the previous thread. Anyway yes, you're right, players can wrap up their scenes in the previous thread and forward their actions here, whichever one they prefer. Anywho...the new night is beginning.))                        

 

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Re: PV VCS Epilogue Affairs of the Clan
« Reply #3 on: February 17, 2007, 10:46:00 AM »
                You know what? No. I think we need to discuss this as a group in the Discussion thread.                        

 

                                                  

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Re: PV VCS Epilogue Affairs of the Clan
« Reply #4 on: March 07, 2007, 12:56:00 AM »
                ((hullo boys and girls of the pv vamp club scene! As you most likely are yourselves at this point possibly aware perhaps of, i spend too much time talking to el gostro. ALSO, you probably know thaty Slayden's new chroncile is suspended until further development. i know, its sad, and it makes us all bored, i KNOW. but fear not vampire boys and girls, for i Azrael, your fearless...somthing! have a plan to alieviate said previously before mentioned boredom. What is to follow this post is the story of what my character Alexandre (thats Ah*leh*shan*dreh if you forgot) DeAnorim (Dee*ah*nah*eemh) the charming and powerful Toreador, did upon returning to New York City, New York, following the events which transpired in Los Angeles, California, on the PV vamp club scene. as before its all non-canon, and nobody save captain boxman and valoris need post ANYTHING, except of course, if your a fellow toreador, as the affiars of the clan in NYC is a torrie only affair. this will be short and sweet, and mostly a formality, to alieviate my bordaom and entertain you people, as well as lend some insight into Alexandre himself. Enjoy, Love Azrael XD XD XD))                        

 

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Re: PV VCS Epilogue Affairs of the Clan
« Reply #5 on: March 07, 2007, 01:04:00 AM »
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 (I regret I only started getting into Anne Rice this late, but damn, you remind me so much of Lestat, Az. A nicer Lestat, that is.)                        

 

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« Reply #6 on: March 07, 2007, 01:39:00 AM »
                ((alright lets get cracking. *put on storyteller hat* and no, i dont care if anything i do couldn't, wouldn't, or shouldn't happen ARA/SLAYD, this is purly entertaining in nature and design so ))
 
 Passing through mirrors is an...interesting experience. You start at one location, and in my case, you exert the power of a magical focus towards any common mirror, focusing on a place to which you've already been. You then simply step though and to the place you wish to go. The sensation is disconcerting. Cold and hot at the same time, like sticking your naked flesh into a frozen pond. That i can feel it so accutly in my undeath is curiouser still. But i digress.
 
 I passed though the mirror from my...er...Valoris's Los Angeles apartment, and into my own metropolitan villa. Home is a 14th story flat in a quiet building on Manhattan island, in New York City, on the American East Coast. Its a comfortably sized, richly appointed flat, where modern technology is seamlessly blended with classical comfort.
 
 The one-story flat consisted of 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, a sitting room, a study, and a kitchienette as part of the common room. the bathroom, study and sitting room all ajoin the master bedroom, all save study and the bedroom itself with doors connecting to the common room. The guest room is opposite the door to the sitting room. A piano alto sat in the corner of the common room, near the kitchenette, and around the plasma television against the opposite wall were chairs of comfortable black leather. A glass coffee table sat artfully in the center of the chairs, making hte space oviously more for socaializing thant watching television. A fireplace agains the wall close by was dark, and all around the room were candles positioned for maximum light radius. The walls were apinted dark, the carpeting a rich blood-red, and the kitchen appliances stainless steel. On all the walls the art of the 15th century was displayed.
 
 Asleep on the couch, silouhetted by a single candle, lay a beautiful young woman. She was dressed simply in a pair of black flannel pajama pants and a white tank top, and on her well proportioned chest an open blook lay, moving rythmically in time to here slow breathing. My favorite ghoul. My angel. My Mirah.
 
 As i stepped into the room through the mirror, taking all of this in at a glance, i reached my hand back through and called softly to the otherside.

 
 "Watch your step, Valoris my dear, im afraid this mirror is raised off the ground just so slightly."
 
 I removed my hand from the mirror, a smaller more delicate one perched lightly on it. Attached to the hand was an arm, attached to the arm was a woman. Vongetta Valoris stepped gracefully though the mirror and into my apartment, cooly sizing up every detail with a glance. She favored me with a smile, one that showed her wiked fanged teeth.
 
 "Sweet Alexandre, how did i EVER manage to survive without your helpful reminders?"
 
 I winked at her.
 
 "I shudder to iumagine the hardships you were made to endure my dear. Fear not, for i am with you now."
 
 She moved out of the way as another form passed through the mirror, this one tall and muscular, dressed inleather, and oddly out of place in the comfortable surroundings of the flat. My strong right arm. Captain Boxman.
 
 "Its too bloody dark in here Al. Light some candles. I still cant believe your dont have regular lighting in this place."
 
 "Candlight is a small comfort Boxman, but it does make me feel like i am not so old as i am, no?"
 
 "Whatever. Just glad to be out of that snake pit, and away from that magic missle firing asshole friend of yours and is mad attack dog. Did we miss Letterman?"
 
 "Shhh, or you shall wake Mirah. If you must watch Television, go into the study. Valoris, can i get you anything from the fridge? I have some well aged vitae in storage, some '66, and even a '52. A mixed drink perhaps? I could murder an Italian Vampire (Amaretto & vitae) at the moment."
 
 Valoris simply smiled at me again.
 
 "I'll help myself thanks. Then you can give me the tour."
 
 "As you will."
 
 As Boxman pushed into the study, and Valoris followed him to the wet bar within, i walked over to the Piano Alto and carefully placed my Stradivarius in its case onto the table beside it. I opened the case to examine the intrument, and it gleamed at me from the red velevet lining. Yes, all was right with the world. I laid my rapier onto the kitchen counter, and walked silently to my sleeping ghoul. She was lovely when she slept. Her soft yet sharp features emphasised by the candllight. Her chest heaving in deep sleeping breaths. I didnt wish to wake her. I waved out the candle with my hand, and then carefully set the book onto the coffee table. i then lifted Mirah off the couch like a child, and she squirmed contendedly against my chest. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment, and she smiled up at me.
 
 "Master? When did you return?"
 
 "Just moments ago, meu anjo. Did you miss me?"
 
 "Of course I did. You were gone so long, I wondered after you."
 
 "Well, wonder no more, here I am."
 
 "Mmmm...Where is Leah?"
 
 Stab of pain in my chest. Mortal foolishness.
 
 "Leah...Leah has gone away I'm afraid. It's nothing you need to worry about though."
 
 "If you say so master."
 
 "I'm taking you to bed. You will sleep in the guest room this night."
 
 "As you desire. Will you be staying in?"
 
 "No, i cannot. I have buisness tomorrow evening, but tonight i must check on my affairs, and i must hunt."
 
 "mmmmm...."
 
 She drifted off drowsily, and i carried her into the guest room. I laid her on the queen sized bed, and tucked her into the soft dark blankets. I left silently, she was already sound alseep.
 
 I shut the door behind me as quietly as i was able, and then walked though the open door to my study, where i could here Valoris shuffling through my liquor cabinet, and letterman was just introducing his first guest.

 
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« Reply #7 on: March 07, 2007, 11:13:00 AM »
                I poured myself some vodka in a quart of chilled water, then gulped down a mouthful as I passed the TV and made my way over to the window. Boxman was sprawled on the couch grinning at Letterman, so I inspected the view from where I stood. The city twinkled far below, and though I felt a sort of calm that had settled upon us as we entered Azrael's flat, something heavier and more foreboding still caressed and bore on the backs of my shoulders. I took my lips from the edge of the glass and looked around uneasily, but my sense told me nothing. Probably just my imagination.
 
 I watched Letterman with Boxman for a while, then finishing the vodka, I set the glass on the counter and went back out looking for Azrael. He emerged from one of the bedrooms with a smile just as I was about to call for him.

 
 "Azrael, I hate to impose, but I am weary after our adventures. Do you have a spare mattress? Or perhaps I could just sleep in a closet as long as it is dark," I smiled at him. "Just for tonight, and I'll be back at my apartment tomorrow."
 
 
 
                       

 

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« Reply #8 on: March 07, 2007, 05:01:00 PM »
                "AHAHAHAHAHAH! Oh god, this fucker always cracks me up! Hey, pretty boy, you got any blood lying about? I'm feelin' peckish"
 
 Boxman removes himself from the comfortable seat, and starts looking for Al
 
 "Not hear me or something? Huh?...What you two talkin' about?"
                       

 

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« Reply #9 on: March 07, 2007, 04:19:00 PM »
                ((I somewhere exspected Valoris to complain about this sentance:  "Sweet Alexandre, how did i EVER manage to survive without your helpful reminders?"
 
 Mad attack dog? *wimper and sits down indian style with back towards Az*))                        

 

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« Reply #10 on: March 07, 2007, 04:53:00 PM »
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 ((thats called sarcasm wolfie, val if leterman is on, its midnight. and the affairs is the night after the current one, so this little post-story is only going to be 3 nights long, short nights, with just u me and boxman, and no combat, just intrigue.))
 
                       

 

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« Reply #11 on: March 07, 2007, 05:31:00 PM »
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 I raised my voice so boxman could hear me in the study.
 
 "theres blood in the frigde below the bar Boxy, you know that."
 
 I walked past Valoris and into the study, placing a hand in the small of her back and leading her with me.
 
 The study was a comfortable room, with bookshelves completely covering two walls, and another flat screen televesion covering another, with complementing black leather chairs. Another fireplace was dark, directly below the television on the wall. The floors were all oak, stained dark, as were the bookshelves, the end table between the chairs, the small wet bar, and the large desk in the corner. On the desk papers were strewn about as if read in a hurry, and books lay open or stacked on the floor throughout the room. The computer was of a state-of-the-art design, flat panel monitor glowing dimly. A cordless phone unit lay beside it. An actual chandelier illuminated the room, candles casting comfortably soft light. Boxman chuckled as David Letterman went into his "top ten" skit, and i laid my laptop in its case on the desk.

 
 "If rest is your desire, you may use my room, its just through that door. *i gestured towards the only other door in the room* Boxman and I will be leaving for a while, after I've made some phone calls, to speak with some of our people, and check on our assets. I would advise agains leaving the apartment without us. New York is a dangerous city these nights, especially to someone unfamilair with it. The Sabbat are numerous and bold here, and they may soon know of what was done in Los Angles. If you need anything though, ring the front desk, and the concierge will get it for you.
 
 Ah, the smaller of the two wardrobes in my room belongs to Mirah. Her clothes will likely fit you. Pcik out somthing nice to wear at the affairs tomorrow evening wont you?"
 
 I flashed her a smile, and went to the bar, pulling out a bottle of dissorono and opening the fridge to get a small bag of vitae. I poured them into a glass filled with ice, and lifted it to my lips, taking a slow sip. Then i placed the glas son the bar, and went into my room o change clothes. I glanced out the window before I left the study. Good to be home.
 
 In my room i shrugged off my gray velvet blazer and put it into my wardrobe on a hangar. I took off my shirt and tossed it into the dry cleaning bin. After a moment of thought, i reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a black t-shirt with the words "F.B.I (federal booty inspector)" written in white on the front. I've taken a liking to comical t-shirts in the last few years. Over that i pulled on a black lapel-less leather jacket. I kept on my jeans and my sambas, and checked the ammo of the 9mm Baretta tucked into the back of my pants.
 
 I shut the wardrobe and walked back out to the study. Valoris was staring out the window at the city below. I went back to the bar and grabbed my glass, then, after a few small sips, went to the phone on the desk. I put the glass down, sat in the chair with one leg thrown causally over one of the arms, and dialed Franz.

 
 "Yes hello Franz. Mhmmm. Everythings been quiet in my absence i trust? I see. Yes. No. Yes, I'll be there in an hour, I've other stops to make first. Mhmm...Yes, tomorrow. Who did? Yes, I'll speak with him. Alright. Goodbye Franz."
 
 *click*
 
 I dialed my noferatu contact next, then one of my bookies, a fence, and finally the front desk to tell them to send up my mail. When i hung up the phone, Letterman was just wrapping up, and boxman had risen formt he chair and was streching. Valoris hadn't moved from the window, so captivated by the multitude of lights and sounds of the city through the glass. Ah, the curse of the Toreador. I smiled and shook my head. Then i motioned Boxman toward the door.
 
 "Valoris, we'll be going now. Expect us back by three. if you need me, my mobile is speed dial 4 on the phone there."
 
 She nodded, and i made to leave.                        

 

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« Reply #12 on: March 08, 2007, 12:11:00 AM »
                The door to the apartment clicked shut after they left. Then the studio was bathed in silence. Azrael's flat was so far up that I couldn't hear the hum of traffic on the streets below. I smiled. Impeccable taste as ever, that Azrael. Expensive no doubt, I thought as I looked around the study I was standing in, then recalled the rest of the lavishly furnished apartment as we made our entrance a few minutes before.
 
 I turned from the window and headed through the door to my right. The bedroom was done simply cream, dark maroon and shades of camel brown, with formal scrollwork accents to the fabrics. I could sense Mirah's presence from the next bedroom. Her slow, steady sleepful breathing would have been intriguing to just stand and listen to - to our vampire senses and those so particularly attuned to the senses such as the Toreador, it is all the more fascinating - but I only viewed her with a dispassionate calm. I had lived for centuries feeding off passers-by and those I chose, but I never believed in keeping pets. The idea just seemed alien, inhuman. Azrael may have argued otherwise but to me, ghouls were akin to toys. It just wasn't in my nature to have one. No, not even if my ghoul was a devastatingly handsome, adoring Greek god of a man.
 
 So I made my way quietly across the thick caramel carpet. Both wardrobes were sleekly designed so that they didn't loom over the threshold of the room. Azrael was wealthy but  his interests leaned more towards quality than simply showing off what he could afford. He didn't drip opulence; rather, a quiet practicality to which he applied precise judgement in order that everything fit perfectly to the eye. If it didn't work, he wouldn't want it. I was certain of that.
 
 I flipped through the racks, wrinkling my nose in distaste. Mirah was a lovely young woman, but her clothes were too feminine for my tastes. Apart from an ivory silk dressing-gown, I took nothing else and made up my mind to find something to wear for the event tomorrow. I would awaken when Azrael and Boxman returned at three, and head to a friend's who could fix me up with an outfit at short notice. Her shop catered to the underground network of mortal goths, punks and the like; she had seen her fair share of the horrific in those dark hours where society shrugs off its outer layers and bares its raw, ugly sight to the moon, but she was a skilled tailor by trade and knew her work. I had a little money stashed in my bank account, and I was willing to pay what she would demand.
 
 I slipped into the ivory silk dressing gown, tied the ribbon loosely around my waist and laid myself out on the king sized bed, stretching out with a yawn. Azrael probably wouldn't mind if I borrowed this spot for a bit. I lay in the pillows for some time, luxuring in the fine bed and feeling my inhibitions melt away. The front of the gown had fallen open, but I didn't care. My mind tried to tell itself to go to sleep, but I couldn't. I stared at the ceiling for awhile, and when I finally convinced myself nothing was going to go wrong, I slept.
                       

 

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« Reply #13 on: March 08, 2007, 01:04:00 AM »
                ((i wasnt gonna write anything just now, but i am on a ROLL son.XD))
 
 Boxman and I rode the elevator down to the lobby in comfortable silence. Boxman had put on his headphones, and i could here the loud thrash metal emanating from them, his head bobbing in what could loosly be constewed as in time with the beat. He pulled a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket and and made to light it, then stopped, looked up at the large NO SMOKING sign on the wall next to us, then to me, then back at the sign, then to me again, before winking and lighting it anyway. I rolled my eyes and said nothing. Hardcore rebel, that Boxman.
 
 The elevator dinged and the doors opened. We walked out into the marble lobby. I nodded to the night shift concierge at the desk, and he nodded back. I had ghouled the man long ago for security purposes.
 
 The night doorman, a middle-aged haitan man, pulled open the door for us and nodded to me.

 
 "Mr. DeAnorim."
 
 I smiled and nodded back.
 
 "Tom."
 
 Nice guy, Tom. Very polite. And no need to ghoul him either. Doormen were very discrete.
 
 We walked out into the cool New York City air, and despite myself i breathed in, savoiring that sweet proliferous bouquet of cigarettes and motor oil that was New York. A taxi was waiting for us at the curb, i had called ahead, so we got in, and i gave directions to my bookies.
 
 About 10 minutes later, we pulled up to Saul's Off-Track Betting. I paid the cabbie and boxman and i entered.

 
 "Franz was telling me that Saul has been skimming my profits in my absense. You may have to get physical."
 
 Boxman grinned and cracked his knuckles.
 
 "Physical's good. I can do physical."
 
 I nodded and we made our way tpo the back of the dim smoky room. I entered Saul's office without knocking. Saul was a portly, balding jew in his 60s, who would have looked just as comfortable owning a jewlery store as a bookies. He wore a slightly dishiveled brown suit, a pair of wide rimmed glasses, and a yamica. He was writing in his ledger when i walked in, and he didnt immediately look up.
 
 "Doug, for fucks sake, are you trying to give me hearburn? I told you NOT to come in here without KNOCKING first you cock sucki- *he looked up, and his eyes widened* BOSS! You're back! I thought you were Doug, I'm sorry."
 
 "I'm sure you are Saul, I really am."
 
 Saul's a nervous guy. I could see him begin to sweat.
 
 "Heh, well i am. What can i do for you boss?"
 
 "Oh, you know, just checking my profits. How have they been?"
 
 "Great boss, just great. we're raking in 4% more than last month."
 
 "I see."
 
 I walked up to the desk and picked up his ledger, idly flipping through it. Boxman loomed like a silent specter by the door, the red horesman of the apacolypse in black leather ((the red horseman of the apocolypse is the one that represents war and violence))
 
 "Mhmmm...and how much of this profit is going into your pocket?"
 
 I think he may have shit his pants just then.
 
 "What? I...boss...i would never...you gotta believe me..."
 
 "You know i simply cannot tolerate stealing Saul. And I know you're lying to me. I always know when you're lying."
 
 "Boss, come on...I.."
 
 I nodded to boxman, and a literal blink of na eye he had saul up out of his desk and dangling a foot in the air by his neck.
 
 "Tell me somthing Saul. What do i look like to you?"
 
 "*choke*....what?"
 
 "What do i look like to you?"
 
 "...*gag* wha...what??"
 
 "why do you keep saying what Saul? what country are you from?"
 
 "wha...wha...what?"
 
 "What? What is no country I'VE ever heard of. Do they speak english in What?"
 
 " *gasp* *Saul is changing colors* ...what?"
 
 "English Saul, do you speak it?"
 
 "Yes *choke*..."
 
 "Then answer me. What do I look like to you?"
 
 "What?"
 
 "*sigh* *i motion to Boxman to squeeze tighter* Say what again saul, say it so i can have my associate break your neck. i dare you. now answer me! WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU??"
 
 "Like...*gag*...*ugh* like...european."
 
 "Yeah, european and?"
 
 "Handsome...*gack*...rich..."
 
 "Mhmm...do I look like a bitch?"
 
 "wha...what???!!"
 
 "Do i look like a BITCH to you Saul?"
 
 "N-n-n-n-...No!"
 
 "Then why were you trying to fuck me like one Saul??"
 
 I put my hand on Boxman's shoulder, and he dropped Saul to the groun. He fell bonelssly agains the desk, sitting on the floor, and gasping for breath.
 
 "I'll let this go just this one time Saul. You here me? JUST this once. But if i catch you trying to fuck me again.. well...you ARE replacable, after all. Good evening Saul."
 
 We left as quietly as we came, back out to the street, where i signaled another cab. We climbed in and sped off to Franz's flat. it took five minutes to get there, and five more to hear all Franz had to say.
 
 Franz was a Ravnos, and one of my few kindred suboordinates. He owed me a great debt for arranging that he come to work for me after an unfortunate theiving incident that almost had him executed. He was cunning and reliable, and aside from my eyes and ears, he was a skilled thief and a capable fence for stolen merchandise. After i was done with him we left his flat and moved on to my other stops.
 
 A cafe where boxman and i quickly found prey and fed, a sewer grate where we had a hurried convorsation with my nosferatu contact (who had little to report i did not already know, filthy vermin), a quck stop at my night club to speak with the manager and collect some profits, and finally a languid visit to the young poetry savant whose education i was paying for. His name was Domonic Santiani, the son of italian immigrants, and his work reminded me so much of that of my sire, powerful and mesmerizing and heartbreaking. He was a handsome, charming young man besides, but young, very young. to young for the life i would give him. I may yet embrace him, my first childe in over 2 centuries, but not for many years still.
 
  Finally, around three AM, boxman and i returned to my apartment building, passing Tom the doorman and the concierge, riding up the elvator, and coming back to my comfortable flat.
                       

 

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Re: PV VCS Epilogue Affairs of the Clan
« Reply #14 on: March 09, 2007, 04:39:00 PM »
                "Well that was a fun night out! We should do that more often man."
 
 Boxman pulled a fresh box of cigarettes out of his leather jacket
 
 "So what shit do we have to sort in the next few nights? Hope it's violent, I'm getting rather used to all this shit-kickery"                        

 

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