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The Coterie - The Edition Hotel (pt 6)
By: BIGDoor82 Date: February 14, 2025, 2:22 pm
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## Sergine "Serge" Carlock / 2025-02-09 23:00:09 | 12408
Come see this little war of mine.
[Approved]
Camarilla Brujah
Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes | Strength 4 : Viscous | New
Arrival | Rep
[Tampa, FL](/roomloc/19)
Sergine's eyes alight on the weapon, the finely crafted
mechanism of death that Clara wielded so comfortably. The Brujah
wondered on it for a moment, thoughts running deep beneath the
still waters of their features. They shift after a moment,
pulling the strap of the gun taunt so it can hang against her
chest, at rest, no longer charged and ready for action, perhaps
this is meant to give Clara comfort, a weapon in its sheathe,
tame to the hand that wields it.
The offer that comes is...an interesting one, but Serge was a
creature of particular habits, and he rolls his shoulders before
craning their neck from side to side, looking briefly towards
the room where the other two vampires were sitting, or maybe
dancing, Serge had no idea, after all they both looked like club
kids to the Brujah...they might well be dancing the adrenaline
away...if adrenaline still coursed through their bodies. Her
eyes slowly track back to the client, and as if by rote she
huffs a little, an old tick from a life long based.
"With respect." They said slowly. "I will need you to finish our
contract before I consider, or discuss something like that."
Yes, particular habits indeed.
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## M'Kayleigh Bancroft / 2025-02-10 03:30:58 | 12415
"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 continues to formulate a plan, at least a way to make
herself useful. She shifts a little on the couch to better
support Stacy, who for the moment was either distracted by her
hallucinations, or was receiving a vision. MK never really knew
which. She reaches up to stroke the Malkavian's blonde hair
lightly as she thinks about the role her Vampire BFF would play
in her little plan. "we got this" she says to herself, mostly.
Mk would sit with Stacy until either Clara returned, with or
without Sergine, or Stacy spoke. She would spend the next few
moments trying to push the showdown with Leopold out of her
mind, and focus on the task at hand; retrieving the mystery box
for the Ventrue Primogen, and earning additional Boons,
hopefully proving her worth to her Coterie, and to her Sire.
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## Clara Groves / 2025-02-10 04:40:58 | 12416
*I want to watch you bleed
You're the crime but I'm the scene*
Toreador | Auspex 2 | Enchanting Voice
[Tampa, FL](/roomloc/19)
Clara lets a tiny huff of laughter escape, eyes darting to
either side as if in search of more work to assign to Serge.
"No, that was pretty much it. Contract closed, you can stop
dodging the question now." The artificial lighting on the
balcony overlooking Tampa-by-night plays off of the gold
engraving on the otherwise-blued finish of the revolver. It's
the latest model, which is to say still old as hell but as
advanced as the big ol' smokewagons had ever gotten before the
arms industry decided to drop cap-and-ball guns entirely. It had
existed alongside cartridge pistols like the Peacemaker, or her
own revolver of choice, the Model 3 Schofield.
Even back then it had not completely escaped her that the man
who had patented the design for that weapon, had later fatally
shot himself with it.
She cocks the hammer back halfway and adjusts the cylinder so
that the hammer falls on the dead chamber once more. She's not
gonna shoot herself with *this* museum piece. Once Sergine's
weapon is as released as it's apt to get she sticks her own in
the front of her pants in lieu of a holster. "I gotta protect
these girls, and I could use the help. I think we have a lot to
offer you too, unless you're really just passin' through here."
Her big sweetheart eyes gaze up at the Brujah imploringly.
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## Sergine "Serge" Carlock / 2025-02-10 13:14:51 | 12417
Come see this little war of mine.
[Approved]
Camarilla Brujah
Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes | Strength 4 : Viscous | New
Arrival | Rep
[Tampa, FL](/roomloc/19)
The contract ended, and there is a subtle shift in Sergine's
form, a slackening around the eyes perhaps? Hard to say with all
that scar tissue. Beyond that however the mercenary only offers
a nod of acknowledgement before rolling their neck a little. "I
did not intend to pass through, no." She offers this information
at least, his features slowly tracking about the space.
It took a few moments, perhaps in consideration before the
Brujah turned to meet those imploring eyes, her eyes however
only aallowed for a single raised brow.
"It is clear what you gain by having me at your side I have
shown this the previous two nights. The same cannot be said in
reverse." She shakes her head. "Tampa offers many potential
contracts. Tying myself to you eliminates most of those
opportunities." A slow nod would be gestured towards the room
where the other two sat, waiting.
"What is it, you believe you offer me?"
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## Anastasia Anderson / 2025-02-10 13:29:12 | 12419
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
/roll 5d10 t6
Perception 3 + Empathy 2<div class="alert alert-success dieroll
mt-1">5d10 vs 6: <b>10</b>, <b>9</b>, 3, <b>10</b>, <b>7</b> =
<b>39</b> (<i>4 successes</i>)<br/></div>
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## Anastasia Anderson / 2025-02-10 13:49:21 | 12420
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've been watching her, as I do everyone. The noise of the
whispers and the distraction of the sparkles sometimes get in
the way of that, but not tonight. As I zone out, my brain fires,
going over the time we've spent with Sergine. She is a powerful
Kindred. She's smart, capable, and professional. Still...beneath
all of it, she's still a Brujah, and he wants to build
something...a future? Maybe?
There's a lot the coterie could offer them, but none of the
common things will work. Boons, or blood, or things...these
won't make him part of the coterie. These will just make him our
contractor. We need something else.
I stand up abruptly and walk to the room I can hear them talking
from. “A place to build something, friends to help you build it.
We will be demanding a piece of the Primogen's Domain, and we
will get it. We can all build something good and important.” I
look at Clara. This is one of my rare lucid moments when I'm not
forcing it. “Together.” I add and look back at Sergine. “That's
what you actually want, right? I don't mean as a contractor, as
a person. You want to create something. We want to help.” I say
with a smile. We'll see soon if my insight was correct...Or if
I'm just another nutjob...
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## M'Kayleigh Bancroft / 2025-02-10 15:03:54 | 12421
"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 was focused on her own thoughts, allowing the Childe
of Malkav to do the same... or not, as the case may be. It
became apparent that Stacy had indeed been lost in thought, and
not merely staring at the wall like a kid on an acid trip, as
the Malkavian stands without warning, and leaves the room. MK
wasn't sure if Stacy's abrupt exit was due to a vision, a sudden
idea, or something else... but she knew Stacy, and it usually
meant something important. Still, she doesn't get up from her
place on the couch to chase after Stacy, she remains where she
is until they decide to return. "KK just bounce, I'll be chillin
on the couch" she calls after Stacy, but still mostly to
herself, as the Malkavian exited before she finished her
sentence.
She figured her little idea to get the plan jumpstarted could
wait until they were all back in the hotel room together. She
was quickly approaching something somewhat cohesive, but she
would wait until she had Clara and Stacy's full attention before
presenting it. MK would understand the desire to expand their
little adopted family, and might have a bit of an insight into
what was going on outside the room, networking... and possibly
even recruiting. Serge seemed like a lone wolf or whatever, but
MK liked their authenticity, and could see the potential in them
joining.
MK slides her phone out from between the couch cushions, quickly
typing up a few bullet points into the note app. She wanted to
have something to refer back to when it was time to present her
plan. She knew it had merit, even though there were still a lot
of unknown variables, many of which she wouldn't even *know* to
consider. She felt it was worth bringing up, and the desire to
prove herself was giving her the confidence to do so. - She
completes her brief note taking, nodding to herself. "Your plan
is fire AF MK, you got this" she tells herself reassuringly. She
waits as patiently as she can, glancing up at the door
occasionally in nervous anticipation.
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## Clara Groves / 2025-02-10 18:00:46 | 12422
*I want to watch you bleed
You're the crime but I'm the scene*
Toreador | Auspex 2 | Enchanting Voice
[Tampa, FL](/roomloc/19)
"Does it?" She arches a brow indicatively at that assertion,
unsure just what contacts having a coterie would cut Serge off
from. But then Stacy appears, like a sparkly angel, and she
turns to offer a supportive grin to the Malkavian. Showing her
she's being helpful, maybe even making the game-winning play.
Clara motions her closer, to stand at her side and not behind
her.
Eyes go back to Serge, meeting the Brujah's readily. Similar
color, like there's about to be thunder. Here comes the pitch.
"I'm an established ancilla with ties to the sheriff. And I'm
old and my gun-hand is steady. We won't get in the way of any
contracts that don't include us, specifically, as targets, and
maybe with our help you'll even have a broader selection
available, the stuff you couldn't handle just on your lonesome."
She leans over to link arms with the Malkavian, a show of
solidarity as she makes her final offer there. And maybe someone
to support her if the answer is just crushing disappointment.
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## Sergine "Serge" Carlock / 2025-02-10 19:22:47 | 12423
Come see this little war of mine.
[Approved]
Camarilla Brujah
Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes | Strength 4 : Viscous | New
Arrival | Rep
[Tampa, FL](/roomloc/19)
/roll 6d10v8 willpower! <div class="alert alert-success dieroll
mt-1">6d10 vs 8: 5, 5, 4, <b>9</b>, 1, 2 = <b>26</b> (<i>1
successes</i>)<br/></div>
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## Sergine "Serge" Carlock / 2025-02-10 19:30:24 | 12425
Come see this little war of mine.
[Approved]
Camarilla Brujah
Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes | Strength 4 : Viscous | New
Arrival | Rep
[Tampa, FL](/roomloc/19)
Sergine stood there, her features remaining placid save for the
eyes. They seemed to shift and consider but it is a tiny
movement, you had to be actively looking at the brujah to
ascertain that it was infact happening. It was almost like long
ago the mercenary had forced themselves to drain all movement
from their face.
Clara might have seen Serge’s lips open as if to respond, but
before he could the conversation of two became a triplet as
Anastasia burst upon the scene and spoke her piece.
The Malkavians statement and more than that her insight is the
first thing to break Sergine’s facade. Those grey eyes widen and
their posture tightens up as they took a step back, almost as if
they were attempting to défend themselves.
They might see the churning depths that lay behind Sergines
controlled exterior as his upper lip twitched up as if to expose
fangs.
But she reins himself in, regaining composure as she held her
ground and reassumed that position of neutrality.
Their eyes were locked on Stacy, but slowly they shifted towards
Clara and took in her pitch. There is silence as the words fall
though whether they are on deaf ears is unknown for many long
moments.
Finally the mercenary lets out what is clearly a forced exhale
and nods curtly.
“Alright.” She said as they reached up and I clipped the weapon
from his vest and moved back towards the other room. They would
stop beside Clara and Stacy and looking down for a moment nodded
a few more times.
“We can try.” There is emotion there, and it sounds…heavy.
At that they would carry on, returning to the room where MK
waited, setting the submachine gun down on the table as they
went.
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