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The Coterie - The Edition Hotel (pt 4)
By: BIGDoor82 Date: February 14, 2025, 2:21 pm
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## Sergine "Serge" Carlock / 2025-02-07 21:54:46 | 12332
Come see this little war of mine.
[Approved]
Camarilla Brujah
Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes | Strength 4 : Viscous | New
Arrival | Rep
Sergine's sights are laser focused, the integrated crosshairs of
the P90 locked in on the ventrue's forehead. He was ready, he
could feel that passion roiling beneath her skin, that need,
that desire, that WANT to pull the trigger and unleash all their
demons onto this target. The tension in the room is palpable,
and Sergine could feel it, the blood, the violence, the pain and
the horror...it was all so near the surface all ready to be
unleashed. His index finger was gently caressing the trigger,
knowing intimately just how much force it would take.
But Sergine was above all other things, a professional on a job,
and she would bend her will to the needs of the client.
Clara had words, first for MK, and then, more importantly she
had words for the merc. All that was offered in response was an
affirmative, and Sergine slid forward like liquid, one arm
wrapping around MK's chest and locking there like a vice. The
Ventrue child would know here and now just how strong the
mercenary was. As she was pulled away a sudden shift in movement
and hold had Sergine flip positions, with one arm holding MK's
as he placed himself between the two Ventrue, the entire time
the weapon she wielded never straying far from the potential
threat.
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## Anastasia Anderson / 2025-02-07 22:07:24 | 12334
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 smiled, and turned fully to Clara. He doesn't stop
Sergine from pulling his Childe away. "Fine then." He says as he
smooths out his tailored suit. "I mean you no harm. I'm here
acting in an official capacity as Primogen Allen Pembrook's
whip." Anyone who's been in the city for any length of time will
recognize the name of the Ventrue Primogen. "He sends me to
offer you a job, the payment being a minor boon." The Ventrue
says, still showing no fear of the weapons, but let's be honest,
when has a Ventrue ever acted as though they weren't in complete
control of a situation?
I move over to MK, and keep the weapon I was loaned leveled on
Leopold. *Shoot him* The sparkles spin and form a target over
the elder vampire's heart. "Shh!" I demand of them. *Do it!*
They urge. I growl at them.
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## M'Kayleigh Bancroft / 2025-02-07 22:48:34 | 12335
"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 gasps as she realizes the full gravity of the
situation. She looks first to Clara, she didn't know much about
Serge, but she knew her adopted older sister was *fast* with a
capital 'blurry' when she got moving. "Clara no! This is crazy!"
MK looks on in horror as the Vampire who saved her in life, and
did his best to give her the unlife she deserved, was about to
be blown off the map by Annie Oakley and her hired gun, even
Stacy has a gun pointed at her Sire's head. The Ventrue who
watched her grow up, who mentored her father and helped him
amass the Bancroft fortune, who found her in a pool of her own
blood, with enough drugs in her system to kill a cow, and made
the hasty decision to save her, while also damning her forever.
"Stacy, what are you doing?"
Leopold, as usual appeared to be in complete control. She had
never seen him falter, or waver in the slightest... which she
usually found endearing. Now though, she was worried his *gatsby
fuccboi* attitude was going to get him killed, like really
killed. She didn't *exactly* know what a Primogen did, but she
knew who Allen Pembrook was, and she hoped Leo's name dropping
was enough to keep him safe. She didn't have much time to react
to Sergine grabbing her around the waist, as the Brujah was much
faster than her, and MK was *tiny* compared to the larger
individual who pulled her out of the line of fire, her tiny
frame weighing in at only 87 pounds. "Leo...." she calls to him
with outstretched hands as she is pulled away.
MK feels like a rag doll being pulled in two different
directions, emotionally and physically. She knew her Coterie was
just trying to protect her, but she was unable to stop any of
the events that were about to happen. In the moment she wonders
if this is how divorced kids felt? She collapses into Sergine's
arms, her chest is heaving and her skin is HOT. She closes her
eyes, half expecting gunfire, but for the moment Leopold gets to
explain the situation to the much older, and much faster Kindred
with the arsenal pointed at his head.
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## Clara Groves / 2025-02-07 23:13:33 | 12339
*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
*Crazy*. Now there's a word. Maybe she is. Probably, she is.
Just as crazy as Anastasia, and maybe that's why they get along
as they do. She tunes MK out, not out of disregard so much as
her singular focus is on the target on the other end of her iron
sights. Then Leopold goes ahead and drops the name of the
Ventrue Primogen, which she is somewhat less confident in her
ability to get away with murdering. If old Pembroke knows he's
here, then by transitive property... well, she never really went
to school, so she doesn't even know what that word means.
*Transitive.*
But she gets the gist. She whispers a single word that only
those gifted with the discipline of Auspex would have a chance
of hearing: "*Goose*." Then, louder: "He'll be owin' me a boon
just from how you come in like that. An' our boys better still
be breathin' or I will lynch you here an' now an' demand further
recompense from the one who sent you." She relaxes only
slightly. The weapon is trained on center mass rather than his
head. It settles on his gut now. The incendiary shells won't
care where they hit anyway. "Say yer piece an' then we'll let
Miss Anastasia decide your fate."
She's the one with the vision. Younger, her blood less potent.
But it wouldn't be the first time Clara deferred to her. "Finger
on the trigger, Serge. Wait on it." Setting the signal. She
probably doesn't have to, Sergine knows his shit. But she's not
exactly a known quantity just yet.
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## Sergine "Serge" Carlock / 2025-02-07 23:31:08 | 12340
Come see this little war of mine.
[Approved]
Camarilla Brujah
Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes | Strength 4 : Viscous | New
Arrival | Rep
Sergine felt like a loaded spring waiting to release its
tension. She was waiting, finger on the trigger as Clara
ordered, but at the same time he was currently attempting to
manage the limp body of MK. Thankfully the Brujah had more than
enough strength and self control to manage all of it. They
waited, watching, their skin itching and awaiting the chance for
freedom.
Sadly, the mercenary knew situations like this, had been in many
in their life and unlife, they could feel the tension subsiding,
it had already crested, high and mighty but now...now it was
receding like the tide. Then again, you never knew, the arrogant
ventrue might well push the Toreador too far. The thought made
Serge's face twitch as they suppressed a smirk.
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## Anastasia Anderson / 2025-02-07 23:39:28 | 12341
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 again smiles. "It's a simple collection job. There is a
ship in Port Tampa Bay." Where the cruise ships dock. "It's a
cargo vessel. It's currently under investigation by the local
authorities and Mister Pembrook would like to keep his name away
from it. He needs your Coterie to enter the shipyard, board the
ship, and retrieve a box from the bridge." He slowly reaches
into his inner jacket pocket and pulls out a picture of a black
lacquered box with a silver medallion embedded on the lid. He
hands it to Clara. "Once you have it, bring it to Elysium." It
sounds like a simple job, but...I recognize that box.
"The captain's dead." I mutter, the sparkles dance around the
image. "The box is guarded." I...don't know where that came
from... It wasn't in my vision, but it came unbidden from my
lips. I smile at MK and whisper to her. "It will be okay." I say
with a wink.
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## M'Kayleigh Bancroft / 2025-02-08 01:08:25 | 12351
"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 was starting to relax some, just enough to calm
herself. It seemed, for the moment, that Leopold was safe, and
she wasn't in immediate danger. The events from her awakening,
until the moment she was in now no more than a frantic blur. In
her mind she had almost lost another father figure, the closest
thing she had to family outside of the Coterie, and completely
screwed up things with the girls. She was embarrassed, and a
little ashamed. "My apologies" She says to Sergine, getting to
her feet with assistance from the Brujah, while remaining firmly
in the other Vampire's grasp. Sergine was under Clara's orders,
and made it clear to MK that she wasn't going anywhere just yet.
She listens as Leopold further explains the situation. She
wanted to be by her Sire's side, but she wasn't going to
struggle against Serge's hold, how could she?
She initially hadn't been very interested in the whole box
quest, especially considering it cut into her club night with
the girls, and didn't sound especially *fun* for her. The
clandestine beachside meeting, the arsenal of weapons, the
hiding in the closet, and everything else leading up until now,
was what she considered *Vampire Stuff* and was typically never
at the top of her list. She always helped Stacy figure out her
visions, but more often then not MK was reluctant to jump into
the scooby doo mystery machine. - However, Leopold was in the
mix, as well as the Ventrue Primogen, and she had no choice but
to step up and prove her worth. "Understood, my Sire. The item
requested will be recovered with the utmost discretion, and
without incident, to be delivered to Elysium immediately upon
recovery." She was, for the moment speaking for herself, but
also the Coterie, at least indirectly. She was accepting, and
she knew they had her back, so by proxy they were also
accepting. She would let them speak for themselves, as they all
had a say in things, regardless of who was the *current* leader
of the group, at any moment.
MK looks to Clara as she mentions the Boon, and she nods in
agreement as she turns to Leopold. She knew enough about Kindred
society to know Boons were good to have, and were like a sort of
Vampire hyper-currency. She did own any nor did she owe any, but
she had heard about them from Leo. "Yes. I agree. You trespassed
here, my Sire. Did you, yourself, not teach me of our Kindred
right to Domain?" She does her best to stifle a grin as her eyes
instinctively flick over to the Toreador, almost proud of
herself for standing up for not just herself, but Clara and the
group in general. She turns her attention back to Leopold
expectantly, hoping with his agreement that Clara would have
Sergine release her.
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