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The Coterie - The Edition Hotel (pt 3)
By: BIGDoor82 Date: February 14, 2025, 2:20 pm
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## Anastasia Anderson / 2025-02-06 18:48:49 | 12256
Stacy
*Young hearts, out our minds
Runnin' 'til we outta time
Wild childs, lookin' good
Livin' hard just like we should*
-Kesha
[*Approved*]
Malkavian | Oracular Ability
Visual (Colorful Sparkles) and Auditory (Whispers)
Hallucinations
BP: 12/12, 1/turn | W: 4/4 | Humanity: 6
The sun rises and the vampires sleep. Their bodies seeming to be
nothing more than corpses should anyone find them. Housekeeping
avoids the penthouse, as requested. The ghouls do their jobs and
watch over their masters. The day goes by. A beautiful sunny
winter day in Tampa Bay. Then...the sun begins to set, and our
Coterie's eyes flutter open. MK hears it first, her Sire's
voice... “M'Kayleigh Bancroft, attend me!” Leopold bellows from
the center of the main room. How he got in? Leopold has access
to powers one might not expect from one of his Clan. MK has seen
it only once...the mist form of Protean. A classic cinematic
vampiric ability uncommon among the Ventrue.
Then there's me... When I awaken I sit up... “Who the fuck?!” I
ask, startled. Someone's calling for MK. I don't recognize the
voice. I check the gun Clara lent me. *Kill him! KILL HIM! BLOW
HIS FACE OFF HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!!!!* The voices urge me. The
sparkles hover around the door of the closet we're in. I push
myself to my feet.
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## M'Kayleigh Bancroft / 2025-02-07 04:56:15 | 12283
"Don't talk like you don't want me,
Don't talk like I'm some zombie"
[Ventrue Neonate] [Fame:1] [Blush of Health]
"Cause I know you love this feeling - Say you're ready to go,
Say you're ready to go.
I know your body's screaming - Say you're ready to go, Say
you're ready to go."
[App:4 Exotic] [Cha:3] [Presence:3]
[WP: 5/5 - H:6 - BP: 8/10]
Tampa, FL
M'Kayliegh had curled up with the other Kindred in the closet
for the day, secure in the thought that they were safe. The
security measures, bribes, ghouls, weaponry, and fvcking fly
paper should have been enough for her to sleep through the day
peacefully, and awaken without anything cray cray popping off.
She was wrong. She was very wrong. Leopold was the last person
she was expecting to be there, inside their hotel room. Her Sire
was the last Vampire she *wanted* to see there, inside their
hotel room, calling her name. He might have well use her middle
name, like daddy did when he was alive. "oh fuck, oh fuck. oh
fuuuuuuuck. No this not NOT happening" she says as she scrambles
to grasp for the closet door.
Leopold wasn't a terribly old Vampire, in age or generation...
he was, however... connected. He had only been an active Vampire
for going on a century, but MK knew he was close to the Ventrue
Primogen. He held some status or small amount of political power
that MK didn't quite understand, yet. She was slowly, and
somewhat reluctantly learning more about the political side of
Kindred unlife. Still, he is her Sire and she is blood bound to
him so her reaction to his voice is immediate. "It's my Sire,
Leopold is HERE" she says as she flings the closet door open.
She didn't have much time to warn them, or explain anything to
her companions. She hoped they didn't unload an arsenal at the
Vampire responsible for creating her. She didn't hate *her*
Sire, she wanted his favor. She was trying to prove herself by
handling the situation without asking for his help.
"Yes, my Sire. I am at your command" She rushes into the center
of the room, standing before him in the pink and purple sparkled
club clothes, and what would have passed for matching pink and
purple sparkly makeup the night before, her hair disheveled and
her bun slightly crooked. This wasn't her best moment. "I wasn't
expecting you" She says simply, not wanting to provoke him any
further than necessary. He would have just called her if this
wasn't a big deal, he was here... so it was obvi a big deal. Her
eyes dart around the room in search of her Coterie, Serge, and
the Ghouls, trying to place where everyone is, in case some
crazy Vampire stuff happens. She doesn't move from Leopold
though. She stays exactly where she is standing directly in
front of him in the middle of the main room.
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## Clara Groves / 2025-02-07 05:10:44 | 12294
*I want to watch you bleed
You're the crime but I'm the scene*
Toreador | Auspex 2 | Enchanting Voice
The Tampa Edition: Penthouse Suite
Like dominos they come to, one by one. As much as the darkling
sky it's Stacy extracting herself from Clara's arms that causes
the Toreador to stir. A soft whimper escapes, as it usually does
when she wakes up in a dark, unpleasant place like this. A
little keepsake from her hundred year nightmare. But then, she's
awake. And someone else is here... for *M'Kayleigh*? Not
happening. Doesn't matter who.
She's up in a blur of supernatural speed, sweeping both her
firearms up with her. Revolver goes into her waistband and she
snaps the breach of her shotgun shut with an ominous clack.
"Mount up," she almost growls, into the *en suite* bathroom,
before stutter-stepping to the door that separates them from the
rest of the penthouse apartment. A deep breath she doesn't need
to take does little to steady her nerves. It does not make her
look any less angry either.
"You're stompin' on my territory, you thin-blooded hustler!" she
calls as she steps out. "An' I aim to reply to that insult with
a **ferocious** violence."
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## Sergine "Serge" Carlock / 2025-02-07 05:17:05 | 12297
Come see this little war of mine.
[Approved]
Camarilla Brujah
Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes | Strength 4 : Viscous | New
Arrival | Rep
Sergine had considered attempting to remain awake through the
day, or at least attempting to remain awake for as long as was
possible, they had done so in the past, and it would not have
been unusual for him to do so inside the constraints of this
contract. However Clara had not asked it to be done, and given
the layout, the ghouls, and the deterrents that had been
implemented Sergine choose sleep.
So it is with a start that the Brujah awakens, the P90 in their
grasp rising briefly to sit snug in against their shoulder as
they confirmed that all of her charges were still in this realm
of existence. The voice however immediately sets off alarm
bells. Whoever it was, they possessed the names of one their
charges and before the mercenary can react the youngest of them
is on their feet and wrenching open the door. This brought a
growl from the Brujah...so much for all her planning.
Clara growl is unnecessary, Sergine is fast, faster than many
and a work was breathed under his breath as he sped to the door,
moving after the youngest among them. As he exits the door her
eyes track the space, looking for the ghouls who had either
allowed this man in, been killed, or perhaps been compromised.
If this person was infact MK's sire then the ventrue might well
have convinced the ghouls this was for the better.
The P90 is raised, held in against the their shoulder as they
catch up to MK and their face is stoney, eyes locking onto
anything or anyone that was not there the night before, the
muzzle of their weapon not far behind. Clara said all that was
necessary, the second she gave the order, the room, and the
owner of that voice would be hozzed in lead.
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## Anastasia Anderson / 2025-02-07 14:52:20 | 12328
Stacy
*Young hearts, out our minds
Runnin' 'til we outta time
Wild childs, lookin' good
Livin' hard just like we should*
-Kesha
[*Approved*]
Malkavian | Oracular Ability
Visual (Colorful Sparkles) and Auditory (Whispers)
Hallucinations
BP: 12/12, 1/turn | W: 4/4 | Humanity: 6
Leopold is wearing a black suit with a red tie. His features are
handsome and classic. He's well dressed and doesn't seem at all
worried about the weapons leveled at him. He smiles at MK and
ignores Clara, Serge, and me. "I have a job for you, my Childe."
He looks up at the coterie. "For you and your coterie." He says,
his eyes moving to each in turn, but not trying to make eye
contact. It's probably to reassure them that he's not here to
force them... if I had to guess. The discipline of Dominate
requires it, I'm told.
I watch him as he speaks. The sparkles flow around him. The
whispers urge me to fire. "Shh." I shush them. Leopold ignores
it. He knows I'm Malkavian, I'm sure. "We're busy." I continue
telling the whispers. Then I look back at the intruder. "This is
him, the man from my vision. I didn't know he was your sire, MK.
Sorry." I say apologetically. I recognize his face though.
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## M'Kayleigh Bancroft / 2025-02-07 20:52:33 | 12329
"Don't talk like you don't want me,
Don't talk like I'm some zombie"
[Ventrue Neonate] [Fame:1] [Blush of Health]
"Cause I know you love this feeling - Say you're ready to go,
Say you're ready to go.
I know your body's screaming - Say you're ready to go, Say
you're ready to go."
[App:4 Exotic] [Cha:3] [Presence:3]
[WP: 5/5 - H:6 - BP: 9/10]
Tampa, FL
M'Kayleigh didn't have a typical relationship with her Sire, but
she didn't have an altogether *bad* one either. She just wasn't
living up to his expectations, mostly because she wasn't the one
Leopold had first planned to embrace. Daddy was supposed to be a
Vampire, not her. She lost her mom and dad in a place crash
shortly before her Sire was to embrace her father. He made a
hasty decision, one that he had spent almost a century avoiding.
A decision quite similar to the one his Sire made made when
embracing him, and it was like history repeating itself. MK was
trying her best not to disappoint him, but there were times she
felt like an unwanted foster child. "Yes, my Sire. I cannot
speak for the rest of my Coterie. However, I will fully accept
the burden, be what it may" She raises her eyes to meet his, a
nervous confidence building within her" I am M'Kayleigh
Bancroft, Childe of Leopold James of Clan Ventrue. Name your
task, my Sire, and trust it will be completed with expedience."
Wait... what did MK just say?
She tilts her head down some in submission, her eyes never
leaving his. She could hear the rest of the group moving into
position, the readying of weapons, and the shouts of her Coterie
and their temporary companion. Clara called Leopold a thin
blooded hustler, and it took everything she had not to fall out
laughing, still... she doesn't move, she doesn't crack a smile
or give any attention to the other three Vampires while her Sire
has her attending him. She knew in the back of her mind that it
was the blood bond, but it didn't matter to her. For better or
worse, she was a Vampire because of Leo, and she would do
anything she thought would gain his approval. Even if it meant
spending the day locked down with a mercenary and her Coterie in
a hotel closet, hiding instead of calling him for help. In
hindsight, MK now realizes they could have avoided a lot of this
drama if she would have just talked to Leopold about Stacy's
vision, or maybe even introduced him to Stacy and Clara at
*some* point in the last few months.
"My apologies Anastasia, it wasn't your fault. I should have
made introductions much sooner. It was a lack of consideration
on my part." She momentarily breaks her gaze with Leopold to
briefly respond to Stacy. It was obvious by MK's sudden change
in vocabulary that Leopold James held her to a much higher
standard than she held herself.
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## Clara Groves / 2025-02-07 21:14:08 | 12331
*I want to watch you bleed
You're the crime but I'm the scene*
Toreador | Auspex 2 | Enchanting Voice
The Tampa Edition: Penthouse Suite
[7d10 t4 ie10] Roll: [9, 8, 6, 5, 4, 4, 1] Result: 6 Reason:
Charisma 4 (Forceful)+Expression 3, Enchanting Voice applies
With Sergine backing her aggression, it almost feels like
overkill. Between the two of them they could probably take out a
whole pack of shovelheads, let alone a single Ventrue whose
Generation ain't worth a lick of spit. She is confident in her
violence and spiteful at the sudden appearance, the casual
violation of the sanctity and security they had built up here.
And anyway, she is not favorably inclined toward MK's sire in a
general sense. In fact, this meeting had been a long time
coming.
The only thing that gives her pause is MK's own complete and
total submission to the authority of Leopold. The way she speaks
is perversely alien given how clearly enunciated it is. The
shotgun wavers an inch or so. But then she's moving again,
circling with the unnatural speed given to her by Celerity,
keeping the bead on Leopold as she gets a line of fire on him
that does not include MK.
Ultimately, Dragon's Breath is unpredictable though. It's a
cloud of burning metal, not a tight grouping like buckshot.
She's liable to set the room ablaze but that doesn't matter, the
problem is that she's almost definitely going to hit MK no
matter the angle. "This ain't between you an' him anymore,
poppet," she says, her own voice gentle but firm. Velvet over
iron. She had purposefully neglected one of her clan
disciplines; she's got no Presence to speak of. Her little act
of rebellion. But she's charismatic anyway, her beautiful voice
a weapon anyway. "Stand down an' let me handle this."
She flicks her gaze toward Serge. "Get her away from him." Her
finger tightens on the first trigger and her eyes turn **mean**
as she addresses Leopold: "Yer in **my domain**, bluebelly. You
address **me**. I will give you two doses of Hell if you
disrespect me one more again." Her sneer suggests she might just
do that anyway.
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