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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.
       ----
       ## 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.
       ----
       ## 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.
       ----
       ## 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?"
       ----
       ## 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>
       ----
       ## 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...
       ----
       ## 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.
       ----
       ## 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.
       ----
       ## 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>
       ----
       ## 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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