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#Post#: 1105--------------------------------------------------
Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: VAP0RSPAC3 Date: April 16, 2025, 6:51 pm
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[left]"You can hear my new Ford roadster, you can take my
hard-boiled hat[br]
But you can never take from me my silver-mounted gat."[/left]
[center]Travis J. Calloway
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[center]Gangrel Ancilla - Permanent Fangs - New Arrival[/center]
[left]"The hold-up men don't hold me, they sure leave me be[br]
I′m a pistol packin' papa and I ramble where I
please"[/left]
[center]App:2 | Cha:3 | BP: 15/15 | WP: 6/6[/center]
[hr]
Travis slinked through the different exhibits, taking a good
long bit to get a feel for the crowd. He paused every here and
again to admire something, but overall he was content to keep to
himself for the moment. He was new in town and more keen to keep
meandering 'round the dancefloor than stand in the corner
waiting to be asked.
Once the catboy Gangrel had circled the room sufficiently, and
made himself seen for those that might be lookin, he turned his
attention away from the exhibits and towards the other patrons.
He gives the other Gangrel a quick nod of acknowledgement in
return. He wasn't always able to win playing Guess The Clan with
other Kindred, but he was usually able to recognize the feral
look of another of his own Clan. Sure, the more outward
manifestations of the beast were varied among different Gangrel,
but the animal always comes out sooner or later.
Travis was just about to mosey on over to Geoffrey and 'em at
the Etruscan Exhibit, even though he was still somewhat hesitant
due to the small group already forming. - He stops short of
actually walking over to them when Dio and the Anarch Posse roll
in. He angles himself against a nearby wall and watches silently
as the group splits, the biggest toad in the pond joining the
growing crowd near the Etruscans, and the others buddy up.
It looked like he was the only one with an empty dance card...
so he decided, after some internal deliberation, to make his way
over towards the group, taking his sweet ole time to do it too.
#Post#: 1106--------------------------------------------------
Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: Jenn B. Date: April 16, 2025, 10:44 pm
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Geoffrey Wodeward
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[font=Arial, sans-serif]To all things housed in her
silence[/font][br]
[font=Arial, sans-serif]Nature offers a violence[/font][br]
[hr]
"I'll toast to your continued survival, then." At his side, he
tapped his last two fingers to the bottle he was still holding.
[br]
He didn't rush or hurry the clanmate circling the fringes. Let
him approach at his own time, or not. Beyond the fact that
Gangrel tended to Embrace loners and outcasts among other
things, the Beast showed itself in more ways than just fur and
talons. He could just be checking the perimeter, circling to
make sure the ground was paced down before settling. Maybe he
was just taking his time[br]
"The night's still young, isn't it." He remarked to Sergine
instead, either way, shifting his focus back to the Brujah
easily enough. "I've been in and out of the area, but I think I
like the climate. Maybe I'll stick around to see how that
situation in St. Petersburg plays out."[br]
They'd mentioned it at their introductions. It was interesteing,
not unhead of, but intersting to him in a concerning kind of
way. It suggested things to him that seemed to point to why he'd
been asked to visit in the first place. THings he held behind
his tongue so as not to just dominate the conversation with
gloom.[br]
He couldn't see everything happening all over the museum from
his vantage point, but it seemed like there was a hush that fell
over an adjacent room. It got quiet, the way animals quiet when
they sense a predator. A ridiculous analogy for certain in a
house of predators. [br]
Maybe it had something with the imposing woman Abel invited over
as casual as that. [br]
"I still go to Chicago, but I'd relocated to Milwaukee after all
that shite went down. I do get on fine with Kevin Jackson" He
let Abel know some of the trajectory he'd taken after all those
fateful events. Even if he kept a base or a haven in a place, he
still made it out to the road enough. Clients and requests still
came.[br]
" Prince Jackson, if you're nasty." He addended with a perfectly
straight face, as though stating a fact and not making some pop
culture refence. "But, yea, that sounds fine. I'll come by some
night and we can talk about it."
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: calliamity Date: April 16, 2025, 11:19 pm
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[center]Dio
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[center]Well, the bottom of a river, that's no place for a
man[BR]Especially one as well dressed as you, can I help you
understand?[/center]
[center]Anarch | Baron of Clearwater | NPC[/center][hr]
[BR]
The Anarch lets out an obnoxious laugh, purposefully loud, such
that it gets more eyes on her and fewer on her 'friends' as they
maneuver about. Not that they're really up to anything
particular tonight but they're not used to the kind of pressure
she is, the scrutiny, the thinly-veiled contempt. "Awww, but I
like lurking," she offers to Abel in feigned protest, before
ultimately relenting and heading over to join the crowd
surrounding the Toreador. It's rare enough that anyone at
Elysium would actively invite her participation and not make
some sort of attempt to politely shoo her away.[BR][BR]Her eyes
move over each of them in turn, lingering a moment longer on
Sergine and making no effort to hide the fact that she's being
sized up. A sense of game recognizing game, followed by a
respectful nod. She can appreciate a fellow brute, someone who
wears it on their sleeve like she does. And while she has some
muscles beyond the obvious ones to flex that means there's just
as much chance for the other woman to take her by surprise as
well. Not so much with these others, who don't look like much
and will probably just bore her to death with the usual Kindred
powers of the mind or spirit or whatever.[BR][BR]There's a lot
to be communicated in just a single glance.[BR][BR]Geoff and
Abel warrant less scrutiny, and they don't get an approving nod
but she doesn't exactly flip them the bird and give them
swirlies either. Instead, she just introduces herself: "Dio.
From Clearwater." She can't say much more than that openly
without opening herself up to reprimand, but just giving her
'hometown' says enough because that town is known as a place
where *certain individuals* enforce their own lawless brand of
order. She announces it loudly enough that other groups within
earshot can overhear it and get bees in their f*ckin' bonnets
about it.[BR][BR]Loud enough that the odd cowboy prowling nearer
can hear it as well because she's not going to say it twice if
he jumps into the conversation. "But don't let me interrupt. I'm
a great listener."
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: Mother_Hydra Date: April 17, 2025, 8:25 am
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[center]Sergine “Serge” Carlock
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[center]This little war of mine.[/center]
[center][I]Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes| Strength 4 :
Viscous| New Arrival| Rep [/center]
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[hr]
For being solitary creatures, vampires did enjoy to wag their
tongues. Elysium was the place to do that, to air grievances, to
discuss the goings on of the night and to spread the ever
present gossip.
Sergine tread these waters well, having participated in them
long enough to have survived and done great and terrible things.
For now though, the Brujah is content it seems to become apart
of the gaggle that grew. The extended hand is considered for
only a moment before Sergine's own scarred hand clasped the
Toreador's. Their grip is firm, strong, but they do not attempt
to make some show of whos stronger, those were human games, and
ultimately more of a faux pas then an advantage.
"Clan Brujah." There is a slight raising of the edges of
Sergine's lips as he releases the man's hand, their eyes
dropping briefly to the offered drink before shaking her head.
"I'll pass, gave up that preference long ago."
They had been preparing to address Geoffrey's statement their
gaze tracking back towards the gangrel, but then Dio slid into
the conversation and Sergine's gaze locks onto the anarch's.
Their gaze meets for several long seconds, both of them
appraising, both of them considering the others strengths and
far more importantly, their weaknesses. In the end an upnod is
offered in return, game knew game.
Finally, Sergine's mind turned once more to Geoffrey's comment.
"I have yet to hear of any particular strategy in regards to St.
Petersburg, regardless it will need to be addressed, one way or
another. Sooner would be my preference but...that.." Her lips
twitch, separating to show the barest hint of teeth. "Is not my
decision."
Slowly his gaze would track back to Dio, landing there with
intent. "What's the situation in Clearwater?" Abrupt, intent,
inquisitive.
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: MAT Date: April 17, 2025, 7:04 pm
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Rudolph Longstaff
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those boon times went bust
my feet of clay, they dried to dust
the red isn't the red we painted
its just rust
[font=Arial, sans-serif]Toreador Ancilla | Blush of Health |
Enchanting Voice | Deceptive Aura [/font]
[hr]
He let out a little chuckle at Geoffrey’s unintended joke. “I
think we both know that I am.” Nasty.
“Jackson, huh? So Lodin actually bit the dust. I don’t know that
I would have put money on Jackson to succeed him. Meh.” He
shrugged. “Occasionally I ship something to the area, but I
haven’t been back since ‘93. Discretion being the better part of
valor, and all that. I floored it out of there and never looked
in the rear-view mirror.”
One domain was pretty much like the next. He didn’t maintain any
illusions of sentimentality or loyalty to any of the places he’d
lived throughout the years.
Abel nodded at Sergine’s polite refusal, but didn’t linger on
it. They’d exchanged polite introductions and that was fine.
Instead, he pulled another mini-bar bottle from his trench coat
pocket and held it up to Dio. “How about you? Curious?” he
asked, tilting the bottle back and forth slightly so that the
amber liquid caught in the focused lighting of the exhibit room.
“With us being next-door neighbors and all, I feel like some
hospitality is warranted on my part. At the risk of being
unfashionable,” he added, clearly not that terribly worried
about the prospect of his social standing being damaged through
association with the Anarch leader.
Sergine’s laser inquiry about Clearwater got a tag-on from Abel.
“Yes, do tell. Brave soldiers out there on the front lines.”
That pile of angry, wide-eyed ragamuffins was basically standing
directly between him and the shovelheads the Brujah was just
talking about. By that logic he had a vested interest in their
continued existence.
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: VAP0RSPAC3 Date: April 17, 2025, 9:57 pm
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[left]"You can hear my new Ford roadster, you can take my
hard-boiled hat[br]
But you can never take from me my silver-mounted gat."[/left]
[center]Travis J. Calloway
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/>: Black Cat[/center]
[center]Gangrel Ancilla - Permanent Fangs - New Arrival[/center]
[left]"The hold-up men don't hold me, they sure leave me be[br]
I′m a pistol packin' papa and I ramble where I
please"[/left]
[center]App:2 | Cha:3 | BP: 15/15 | WP: 6/6[/center]
[hr]
Travis saunters on over to the group, a sly smile plays on his
lips hidden behind a simple black bandana. Feline eyes flick
between the different Kindred as he approaches, his gaze landing
on Geoffrey briefly with a slight inclination of his head one
more again. He stands just outside the group, his hat in hand.
He listens twice as much as he talks, as a general rule... but
being new in town he wouldn't have much to add to the
conversation anyway. He might have a vague idea of what's going
on, but he was here more to find out what the situation was, and
it sounded like he came to the right place.
He listens for a bit, his attention shifting between the
different people talking. He wasn't sizing anyone up as much as
he was watching body language, mannerisms, and gathering
information on the local factions. Independent to a fault, and a
rolling stone, it helped to get informed quickly when entering a
new area. He had been through Florida a number of times, but
never long enough to kick his boots off. Tampa, St Petersberg,
Clearwater. Those were just dots on a map back east... yet here
he was.
"Th'names Black Cat Calloway" He speaks up, squeezing into the
smallest possible opening in the conversation before it turns to
Clearwater. "I couldn't help but notice y'all passin 'round
sumpthin" He tugs his bandana down below his nose, sniffin at
the air before looking to the Toreador. "Sumpthin that smells
reaaaaaal nice" He lifts an eyebrow. "Watcha' name? Watcha
drinkin on? Can I get a glass?"
Travis would let them get back to talking area politics in just
a shake - scoot in, get a drink, scoot out.
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: Jenn B. Date: April 18, 2025, 4:52 pm
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Geoffrey Wodeward
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[br]
[font=Arial, sans-serif]To all things housed in her
silence[/font][br]
[font=Arial, sans-serif]Nature offers a violence[/font][br]
[font=Arial, sans-serif][/font]
[hr]
"Right? Out of all of Lodin's wretched childer." He could say
it, now that Lodin was dead and Chicago was several hundred
miles away. "let me know if you need special shipping." He'd be
glad for the excuse to make it up there, even as he tried not to
look too glad.[br]
They'd attrached quite the crowd; largely newcomers to the
domain to his understanding Interesting but not particular
worrisome to his reckoning; he didn't often have reasons to be
this far south, so every face was a new one to him, just
about.[br]
"I've my theories, but I don't want to presume." Meaning: he
wasn't going to speculate in a place where the Prince and the
Sheriff and God knew who else could be listening to and
recording this conversation. "Come over to Tampa Heights
sometime if you want." The invitation for Sergine came about as
genially as Kindred got. They could share all vicious and
paranoid thoughts about the Sabbat next door in a more private
setting, if the Brujah felt up for visiting.[br]
"Geoffrey." He introduced himself nonchalantly to the people he
didn't walk in here knowing. Dio, Calloway. He took a step back
when the other Gangrel came into the crowd, asif to open up the
circle. Stepped a little bit into what the other Kindred's
trajectory up had been. [br]
Not boxing him in as much as encouraging him to stay a
spell.[br]
"Where are you from, Calloway." Not Florida, he didn't think,
though he could be mistaken. And, because he was prompted by
Abel earlier, he spoke up about the impromptu speakeasy the
Toreador was running now, apparently. [br]
"khemia." He used a word, quietly, then went on. "I think. He's
been doing it as long as I've known him."[br]
At Abel's question, he looked Dio's way as if similarly
interested in her answer. He too, didn't seem particulary
concerned about being too near the Baron. She'd come here, after
all: she should expect a little interrogation.
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: calliamity Date: April 18, 2025, 10:47 pm
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[center]Dio
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[center]Well, the bottom of a river, that's no place for a
man[BR]Especially one as well dressed as you, can I help you
understand?[/center]
[center]Anarch | Baron of Clearwater | NPC[/center][hr]
[BR]
Dio lifts an eyebrow at Sergine's question, then looks between
the others as Rudy chips in to second. That look from Geoff sees
her composure crack, finally, and she glances off to one side as
she snickers. "Come see for yourself, sister," she offers to the
Brujah. Rolling her muscular shoulders, she turns her gaze back
to the group at large. "We're making do. It's just a matter of
time though, isn't it? They come for us, then they come for
you..." She hadn't come here to rally the troops or anything but
the bait is impossible to ignore.[BR][BR]But Abel's isn't. She
flashes him a smile that's a whole lot of teeth. "I only drink
twenty year old scotch," she quips, then she gestures toward the
newly-arrived, self-proclaimed catman. "Help yourself," she
tells him, and she doesn't say her name again because she was
never going to. If he hadn't caught it on the way over, then it
might be an unpleasant surprise for him to learn that he'd been
hobnobbing with the most influential Anarch in the region. The
rest are doing it with full awareness, which is intriguing and a
little suspicious too. That kind of friendliness from other
Kindred never goes anywhere pleasant.[BR][BR]With her vague
answer locked in, she rocks back on her heels, waiting for
someone to either call her out for it or invite her to a second
location. Never know with this set. At least when the Sabbat
wants you dead you'll know it right away. But then again, they
want everyone dead and they're not much good at fancy parties.
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: Suzy Date: April 19, 2025, 5:40 pm
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Faith Everett
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[font=Arial, sans-serif]Run Like Hell[/font]
[font=Arial, sans-serif]This is the night of the hunter[/font]
[font=Arial, sans-serif]Deliriously pull the trigger,
fire[/font]
[font=Arial, sans-serif]You are my escape artist[/font]
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Faith definitely wasn’t at Elysium for the enjoyment of
the exhibits. A few pieces spoke to her and maybe if she had
invested a little more thought and introspection into them she
might actually find some meaningful connection. Maybe. Her level
of art appreciation was about as dead as she was. She tried to
fake it the best she could.
The growing group had gotten her attention. Abel was better
built for social situations, he could work a crowd and probably
work this group of kindred with ease. Thing was, Faith
wasn’t going to make friends or good connections by taking
up space in the corner.
Maybe there was a little more pulling her in that direction.
There was certainly the pull of some interesting characters and
the potential for conflict among them. She wasn’t
interested in the conflict but she was certainly interested in
protecting her valuable interest among them.
She approached with confidence but with a stride that had no
intention to be bullish or threatening. It was the smile that
was the only mildly threatening thing, a little bit too much
teeth showing, almost like it was forced.
“Evenin’, couldn’t help but hear some
interesting conversation about our neighbors. I’m
interested in hearing more. I’m Faith, Brujah, forbid my
ignorance or local area politics, I’m still getting my
feelers.”
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: Mother_Hydra Date: April 20, 2025, 12:46 pm
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[center]Sergine “Serge” Carlock
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[center]This little war of mine.[/center]
[center][I]Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes| Strength 4 :
Viscous| New Arrival| Rep [/center]
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[hr]
Sergine couldn’t help it, as much as the Brujah accused others
of becoming locked in their ways, calcifying into predictable
patterns that ultimately made them weak, easy targets she too
had some patterns, strategic appraisal was one of those
patterns. The Brujah had come to this city for a reason after
all.
Both Geoffrey and Dio make similar comments, telling him that he
should come, see for themselves how Clearwater and other
neighborhoods on the edge of sabbat territory fared. One might
see it as a challenge, Serge for their part simply nodded and
folded their arms before them slowly.
“In time, perhaps.”
The group continues to grow, with a second gangrel and yet
another Brujah, the low clans gathering in force and surrounding
the lone rose. Sergines eyes track briefly to Abel, as if trying
to assay his feelings before turning her gaze to the newcomer.
As Geoffrey had moved back to allow Calloway into the circle,
now Sergine shifts to make space for Faith an upnod offered to
the woman.
“Most of us are new to the area.” Sergines gravelly voice
offered as they shrugged. “I suspect we are all doing the same.”
The shift left a fair sized space in the middle and Sergine’s
gaze tracked to each immortal in turn before settling on
Geoffrey.
“Found a place to settle your feet then?” The inquiry casual as
it could be.
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