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The Coterie - The Edition Hotel (pt 5)
By: BIGDoor82 Date: February 14, 2025, 2:21 pm
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## Clara Groves / 2025-02-08 01:18:50 | 12353
*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
And Anastasia does choose. It takes Clara a beat to react to it,
weapon remaining trained on Leopold like she's trying to decide
if an apology would cover it if she had an 'accidental'
discharge. But it seems like they have more to gain from playing
along for now, especially with MK backing her here. Reluctantly,
she takes her left hand off of the fore of the shotgun and
plucks the picture carefully out of his hand, making no physical
contact. As though he is a loathsome thing. She has preconceived
notions. She had always intended to kill him eventually.
But she's immortal, and she can always do that later.
"Message received, oll korrect," she says, a bit deadpan. "You
can git now." She tucks the photo into her pocket and takes up
her gun in both hands. No longer pointing it at him but holding
it ready. And with how fast she moves, she might as well still
have it trained on center mass. Brighton might like to hear
about this, but she's still weighing her options for now. It
might be a fine card to keep up her sleeve. There's a reason
Pembroke is having *them* do this for him, after all...
"Sergine, please escort this fella to the perimeter and see that
he vacates in due haste."
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## Sergine "Serge" Carlock / 2025-02-08 01:29:17 | 12355
Come see this little war of mine.
[Approved]
Camarilla Brujah
Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes | Strength 4 : Viscous | New
Arrival | Rep
Poor MK, she wanted to move to her progenitor, but the grip of
the Brujah was like being encircled by cold iron. There was no
bending their grip, no weaseling their way out. He had been
given an order and would carry it out until told otherwise. That
said the mercenary wasn't without nuance, the tension drained
away in its entirety, leaving time for talking. It wasn't what
the Brujah had signed up for of course, her skills weren't in
negotiation or at the very least they werent what they'd been
hired for.
So, with a slow close of her eyes, almost like a breath being
taken Serge flicks the safety upon the weapon, setting it to
lock before slowly, almost painfully easing up. MK speaks her
apologies, and that scarred visage turns to regard her with
brows raised in question.
"Nothing to apologize for." Curt, calm, unperturbed. Its in
this moment that Clara issues new orders, and with a roll of
their shoulders MK finally feels the iron relent, freed to do as
she would as Serge moves to stand at a forty five degree
position behind the ventrue whip.
"You'll be taking the elevator this time."
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## Anastasia Anderson / 2025-02-08 01:40:50 | 12357
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's smile never leaves his face. "I will convey what
happened here to Mr. Pembrook." He says, and moves to the
elevator, avoiding the fly paper and waving a hand, releasing
the ghouls from their command to sleep. They begin to stir.
Leopold simply enters the elevator, and leaves.
"Well...that was tense." I say with a smirk and look to each of
the people left in the room. Alex yawns, then realizes what
happened... He moves fast...celerity fast, and is at my feet.
*"I'm sorry, ma'am."* He says with an apologetic tone. "It's
okay, Alex. There's nothing you could have done." The ghoul was
no match for the elder ventrue, after all. I pat his head. "Go
find your brother. You can have the night." They'd been up for
over twenty four hours and were still human. They needed to
sleep.
Once Leopold is gone I look around again. "I love you bitches.
Thank you for putting up with my crazy ass." I say with a laugh.
The sparkles dance around my Coterie, Serge included. The
whispers tell me to follow Leopold out, stake him, and bury him
next to Brodie, and I am tempted to do so... but MK is still
attached. Her bond hasn't run it's course yet...
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## M'Kayleigh Bancroft / 2025-02-08 04:15:51 | 12367
"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'Kayliegh waits until Leopold is gone, then lets out a deep
sigh of relief. When Serge finally releases her, she mouths a
quick 'thank you' to them. Although she didn't like being held
against her will, Sergine had pulled her from the line of fire
in what could have easily been a very messy situation, and so
she was thankful. She looks at Stacy with big blue eyes as she
runs over to her and throws her arms around her. "I love you too
bitch" She turns, looking at Clara with her jaw dropped
dramatically. "O.. M.. G... I deadass thought you were gonna
kill my Zaddy, like high key F.D. Final Death him." She was
shook by the whole ordeal, and they could tell she hadn't been
through very much Vampire melodrama before. She was a baby Vamp,
barely out of her Fledge and only released on her own, with the
help of her Coterie, to be considered a Neonate in her own right
somewhat recently. She had a lot to learn, and was in many ways
naïve.
She takes her place back on the couch, grabbing a pillow for
comfort and pulling it to her chest as she speaks. "Stacy, you
aren't cray cray, you just *touched* and that's why we love you.
I should have went with my instincts, and just told Leo at the
jump, but like.. they not my visions, Y'know?" She couldn't just
go running back to her Sire every time Stacy had a vision, they
would have to figure it out on their own together, like they had
planned... it just almost backfired this time, but nobody could
have guessed The Man was actually Leopold James. MK never would
have come to that conclusion on her own. It was clear that there
was a communication gap between Leopold and his Progeny.
"I'm super glad nobody got hurt, I hope the boys are good. Still
low key don't know what TF to do about sneaking onto a boat? I'm
not exactly the queen of blending in. Like, give ya bitch a job
she can *do*, Leo. I'm not a fvcking ninja, y'know?" She wasn't
sure what he expected her to do, but in her mind, that was
probably why he needed her *and* her Coterie. It was also
possible Leopold was just the messenger, and he had less of a
hand in the selection for the mission than others may have had.
Regardless, it would be her main focus now. "I gotta legit
figure out a way to use my Presence to our advantage, or I'm not
going to be much help, no cap." She squeezes the throw pillow a
little then looks away seemingly in deep thought.
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## Clara Groves / 2025-02-08 05:06:46 | 12369
*I want to watch you bleed
You're the crime but I'm the scene*
Toreador | Auspex 2 | Enchanting Voice
[Tampa, FL](/roomloc/19)
She watches Leopold exit stage left along with her mercenary,
wait until he's out of sight before popping the breach open and
catching the twin shells that eject midair. She tosses the
twenty thousand dollar hunting shotgun to Sebastian as he makes
his appearance; no apologies, no groveling out of this one. He
knows she's not going to kill him over this. They've worked
together for a long time. "Putting up with-" The Degenerate
turns to Stacy, with a tiny smile playing at her lips. She's
'normal' again, her accent shoved back down, no promise of death
in her stormcloud eyes. "I don't know what I'd do **without**
you."
MK gets a single nod. "I **was**," she confirms, no beating
around the bush. "But maybe we can use this to our advantage.
Better for the long term." They're both so young. She's not even
especially old herself, by Cainite standards, but she's thinking
years and decades ahead. Maybe if things go well enough she can
start thinking in centuries. "You two pow-wow, I'm gonna go
fetch our ringer." She turns away and draws her revolver,
twirling it on her index finger idly as she heads off to catch
up with Sergine, leaving the club kids alone to strategize.
Probably not the best move, but she can't imagine either of them
will be much help either if they don't come up with something to
play to their own strengths.
If it's just her, it's just her. And maybe, if he wants to stick
around, the scarfaced mercenary.
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## Sergine "Serge" Carlock / 2025-02-08 13:06:53 | 12372
Come see this little war of mine.
[Approved]
Camarilla Brujah
Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes | Strength 4 : Viscous | New
Arrival | Rep
Serge follows the intruder a few paces behind, out of reach, and
out of easy eye line, this was best practices that she had
learned over the years, when dealing with anyone who likely had
dominate or presence, you wanted to be in a good place to fuck
up their day long before they can get their hooks into you. The
mercenary was being particularly careful of this particular
individual as they had already shown some penchant for avoiding
Serge's traps and precautionary measures.
She'd escort him to the elevator, and would wait, watching him
carefully as he entered, and disappeared down into the lower
levels of the building. They'd stand there, watching the numbers
on the elevator recede to the ground level, and would wait,
watchful and listening for any signs that the man might decide
to change Sergine's night and come back. There was little hope
of that, but sometimes the scarred individual was a bit
optimistic despite themselves. After all if he returned, that
would likely mean that Serge would get to kill him.
And wouldn't that have been a nice start to the night.
When the Brujah hears steps behind her, the creature in black is
a blur, spinning in a blink of an eye as their chosen weapon was
raised their face set and those grey eyes showing a hint of
light and excitement. Sadly, it was not the target returning for
some petty reason instead its the client. As quick as Sergine
was, she is equally as fast as they drop the weapon into a
resting position once more and tilted his head.
"The intruder has left the building." Is all that is offered, a
considering look crossing the Brujah's face as they seemed to
relax an iota, but remaining at attention before the client.
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## Anastasia Anderson / 2025-02-08 17:32:21 | 12378
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
I smile at my coterie. Their reassurance means a lot. Clara goes
after Sergine. I sit on the couch next to MK. I yawn and stretch
out. It's one of the habits I still have from when I was alive.
"The bond to our sires is strong." I say to MK. "Given time, and
distance, it will fade though." I reassure her. Then, my eyes
shift to look at a wall. To me the sparkles dance and shift
colors, playing a game of tag. The Whispers urge me to seek out
Leopold and put him in the sand, to give Brodie company. I'm not
entirely sure I could pull it off. He's much older than me, and
knowledge about vampiric powers.
So...for now...I watch the sparkles, and lean on MK's shoulder,
smiling, completely zoned out...
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## M'Kayleigh Bancroft / 2025-02-09 06:28:38 | 12395
"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 winces at the thought of Clara killing her Sire, she
didn't have much left in this world from her mortal life... an
only child with dead parents. She was close with her Coterie,
but she had only known them a matter of months. Leopold, a few
decades. She had known Uncle Leo basically all of her life, as
far back as she can remember. He had always been a close friend
of the family, and after her parents plane crash, he saved her
from an attempted suicide. She was appreciative of the restraint
her much older adopted sister had shown in not blowing Leopold
off the map, so to speak. "Preesh. You a real one for that,
sis." MK was torn between her Sire, and her Coterie. She wanted
to please them both, and right now that meant getting onto a
boat and securing a box for the Ventrue Primogen.
MK turns to Stacy as she mentions her Sire, and takes a moment
to consider the Malkavian's words. She wasn't sure the bond was
something she wanted to break. "yeah... I guess" She says
reluctantly.
She wasn't any type of tactician, but she was clever in her own
ways, and she was already starting to formulate some semblance
of her part in some bigger plan. She had always been able to
gain access to the hottest clubs, and the most exclusive
after-parties. Sometimes that took a bit of coordination, and
something was brewing in that seemingly empty head of hers,
perhaps a plan... maybe even a plan involving a *ruse*. She
looked down at Stacy, and then to the wall the Malkavian was
staring at. She knew the touch came and went. Sometimes Stacy
was much more lucid than others... this was not one of those
times. She begins to take a mental inventory of her personal
strengths, hers, and those of her Coterie. She didn't have
anything solid enough to present to Clara, but she definitely
had *something* in the works, and even if it didn't end up being
a good plan, at least she was actively interested in doing
'Vampire Stuff' for once.
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## Clara Groves / 2025-02-09 07:29:51 | 12399
*I want to watch you bleed
You're the crime but I'm the scene*
Toreador | Auspex 2 | Enchanting Voice
[Tampa, FL](/roomloc/19)
When the barrel of Sergine's boxy submachinegun is raised up
toward her, the Dragoon stops its whirring spin with the grip
sat firmly in her palm, hammer thumbed back, though the muzzle
is lifted skyward. Like that matters. She thumbs the hammer back
into place with a click then gestures toward the elevator with
the single action weapon. "That was keen work. Kept your cool."
She keeps the big revolver in hand mostly because the Brujah
does. It's a far less sophisticated weapon, but she's done more
with less.
"Far's I'm aware, you arrived alone and you've got no posse. If
you're gonna stay a while, you'd be welcome amongst mine." It's
a softball. Her smile is pure congeniality but her eyes are
shrewd. She's still a businesswoman, even if Sergine had her
over a barrel previously. She glances over her shoulder, toward
the open door, but never quite lets her erstwhile ally escape
from the corner of her eye. Then her gaze falls completely upon
Serge once more, lingering just a second on those scars.
Undisturbed, quietly fascinated.
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