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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: MAT Date: April 20, 2025, 7:04 pm
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Rudolph Longstaff
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/>aka Abel Beaumarchais
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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]
The Toreador’s bright green eyes flicked toward Geoffrey at the
mention of khemia - the dark and curious art. Khemet: the black
land, so far removed from the red land. Just as his concoction
was far removed from its deep red base, the life-blood, the
vitae. The others couldn’t begin to guess how much time, effort,
and magic had gone into crafting the drink he now shared so
freely. All the better.
“Brewing. A timeless craft,” he said, making a subtle
redirection masked as agreement.
Now and then, Geoffrey would say something that gave him away.
Something that made him seem older than old, beyond even the
label of anachronist. Like he understood too much. They were
both performing, perhaps, each playing a role. But to what end,
he couldn’t say.
A secret worth unraveling.
“Yes,” he said, responding to Dio with a small smile. “Nothing
personal. But in that order, hopefully.” The Anarchs might well
serve as a speed bump for the Sabbat...a grim early warning.
Canaries in the coal mine. That was the value of the Tower,
after all, and the Anarchs had walked away from it for freedom.
And freedom usually came with a price tag, sometimes in the
shape of a toe tag.
The Baron’s refusal surprised him a little, though. He’d taken
her for someone more daring, given her swagger. A devil-may-care
attitude lost its lustre if the devil showed they actually
cared. Maybe their collective friendliness had thrown her off.
Maybe it masked something uncertain. Or maybe it was just
paranoia. That was baked into Kindred existence.
He let out a soft peal of laughter at the comment about scotch,
a sound as smooth as velvet. “I’m sure there’s some at the club.
A Macallan. A Lagavulin. Talisker. Glenfiddich. Sometimes it
hurts to see them go down the gullets of podcast alphas and
crypto bros. Such a waste. Unless, of course, they become the
drink.” Abel left an invitation to Dio threaded between the
lines. Just obvious enough to be noticed, just subtle enough to
be denied. He couldn’t risk being seen as conspiring with the
rabble. But. His domain existed because he’d convinced (read:
bribed) the Prince of its value: a neutral zone. A buffer. A
DMZ. Sans the fences and landmines.
He tossed the wax-sealed bottle to Travis with a practiced
grace, the kind that came from years behind a bar. “Cheers,
Cat,” he said, lifting a newly opened bottle in a salute to the
cowboy and taking a sip. A light buzz helped the evening slide
by. Socializing with the city’s other residents was a necessary
evil. But still evil. Every one of them had a monster inside
that needed silencing.
“Faith...Everett, I believe?” he said to the newest arrival,
punctuating that with the briefest of winks and flicking his
tongue over his teeth. He gestured idly at the gathered
individuals in turn to bring Faith up to speed. “Sergine, fellow
Brujah; Geoffrey and Black Cat, of clan Gangrel; myself, Abel,
of prestigious Toreador blood; and agent provocateur Dio,
of...well. La ​famille Mystérieuse.”
He wasn’t sure whose blood ran in the Baron’s veins, but he
would have guessed Brujah or Malkav. The former, because it was
obvious. The latter, because some kind of mental illness was
required, after all, to not only openly join the anarchy but try
to lead it. He could only imagine it was like trying to lead a
pile of raccoons.
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: VAP0RSPAC3 Date: April 20, 2025, 10:12 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 glances back to Geoffrey with a smile in his eyes. The
prompting to share a bit more with the group was not lost on
him. The thing is, once he gets going it's tough to get him to
stop. He took the cues though; the subtle call over, the space
made for him, the follow up question et cetera. "out west" he
lets the words hang for the briefest of seconds, like they were
lofted into the air and he was about to catch em and toss some
others up to go with em. "Texas by way of Nevada" he adds. Naw,
he ain't from Florida.
He gives Abel a curious look when Geoffrey says khemia...
alchemy, or was it chemistry, wait just a tick, it's brewing or
something, right? He doesn't connect the dots. The Toreador's
correction made perfect sense and filled in any gap he might
have had, which sated his curiosity quite easily. He
half-chuckles when Dio declines, shoot... that's fine, more for
him and the others that chose to partake.
Travis couldn't help it, despite his best efforts to just hang
back and listen he found himself in the spotlight, or rather; he
saw the opportunity to step into it and couldn't resist. - He
flips his hat over and with a flick of the wrist he lets it spin
few times in his hand before flipping it end over end by the
brim. He winks at Abel as he tosses the sealed container towards
him, then does a little spin move and brings his hat around
behind his back to catch the bottle. "eww weee that was pert
near a perfect tossup" He laughs, pulling the bottle from his
hat then returns his hat to it's original position at his side.
"cheers"
He gives nods all around and steps back just a little. Faith's
introduction gives him the conversational cover to slink back
out of the spotlight. "evenin" he says as he scoots back to
examine the bottle. He wasn't leaving the dance circle just yet,
but he got the drink he was after and would go back to listening
in on the talk about the goings on and such in the area. That
was the real reason he showed up at Elysium, to get a lay of the
land and decide if he might stay a spell or take to the road.
The scarred one had a point though, many of them were new to the
area... Travis included.
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: Jenn B. Date: April 21, 2025, 9:22 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]
It took Geoffrey a moment of thought before it came to him. Part
of the reality of his existence was that he now visited a lot of
places and met a few people. And Gangrel, despite their
reputation among other Clans as being taciturn loners, had some
intricate social rituals. Swapping stories of their deeds and
trading important information at monthly gatherings. [br]
"Not the Calloway that left that entire Sabbat pack tied up on
that Bishop's front lawn outside of Austin." A life on the road
meant he could hear little fragments of many things. He spoke up
once it occurred to him where he'd heard it. [br]
Since they were talking about that shite going down in St.
Petersburg, it seemed topical.[br]
With that, he uncapped the bottle he'd been holding now that he
wasn't the only one holding it. Lifted it as if in toast. Took a
little drink.[br]
"Is that why you're here, then?" He asked next, plainly, of
Dio. "Running out of reinforcements?"[br]
He had the courtesy, such as it was, to look her square in the
face when he asked it. Was he baiting her? Absolutely. Was he
agitated about it? Not even. It could be one of any perfectly
sensible reasons for her to be making a show of showing her
face. [br]
"Good to met you, Faith." Whether it was good, or not, he said
the pleasantry like it was exactly that: pleasant. And with
that, he was about ready to settle back and let someone else do
a little talking. Like Abel, who was smoother and far apt at it.
That was, until Sergine asked him their question.[br]
"The city's surrounded by wilderness to the west." He answered
with a glance over his shoulder. "And the weather's nice."
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: calliamity Date: April 21, 2025, 11:41 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]
Dio gives Faith a distracted little wave, digesting Sergine's
reply. In time, perhaps. Good enough, no need to force the
issue. If she doesn't want to be there then they don't want her
there, really that's for the best, one less problem to worry
about in a town that has plenty of them. And if she does come,
she'll get the full tour. Things aren't actually so bad but they
can look even better when your tour guide only shows you the
nice bits and leaves out the garage with the drum barrels where
they dissolve the bodies.[BR][BR]Abel gets a grin that goes on a
bit too long, too much eye contact. It's wholly insincere.
"Yeah, hopefully." She taps the side of her nose. The
implication is clear: if the Sabbat ever goes all out, and
they're left to their own devices, there's always an out. Just
step aside. Let them pass. And maybe take their chances with the
whichever faction's left standing after that
dust-up.[BR][BR]Then the moment passes and she's clapping Travis
on the back as he makes his own little withdrawal. Geoff's blunt
question gets a disbelieving laugh, catching her a bit
off-guard. She doesn't advertise her Clan but probably someone
could figure it out if they dug. Most people assume Brujah, from
how she dresses, how she acts, who she reps. But if she'd really
been one of Troile's special babies he might've caught an
ass-kicking for that question. And maybe that's the idea,
because then she'd get thrown out of here on her ass in a best
case scenario. In a worse case, it'd be a fighting retreat and
then back home to circle the wagons and see how Brighton and her
posse do in a real fight.[BR][BR]But then she blinks. Smiles.
Shakes her head a little bit. "Nah. We'll be fine."
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: Suzy Date: April 22, 2025, 9:29 am
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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]
[font=Arial, sans-serif]Brujah | Bright Aura [/font]
[hr]
How curious it was that most of them seemed to be new to the
area. Maybe it was mere coincidence, either way it was probably
in their favor. A unique collection of skills, abilities and
pools of knowledge. She noted the statement from Sergine with a
curt nod before her eyes cast over to Abel. She regarded his not
so subtle action with a squint.
“Mister Beaumarchais, partager des échantillons avec de
nouveaux amis?” the squint faded as she looked around the
gathering to match the names to faces.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” a similar curt
nod was offered to Geoffrey.
For the most part Faith was well practiced in being fairly
friendly and sociable when she put the effort forth. It
didn’t mean that the beast wasn’t just lurking
nearby ready to crush some skulls. For the most part she was
glad to be introduced to some new company. Wasn’t it
reassuring to know that in the shadow of potential threat that
there was going to be plenty of folks in on the fight. Unless
they turned tail and left.
…speaking of which. Her gaze settled on The Black Cat. The
right corner of her lip almost raised in a sneer. All she had to
hear was his name to confirm who it was. It was a good thing she
didn’t seem to hold a grudge for too long. There was also
a matter of having well practiced control. There was the chance
he could just casually dig up her own past. She wasn’t
really afraid of that. Everyone had a past, past lives, past
names. She just hadn’t gotten around to bringing it up
among present company, particularly Abel.
“Nice to know that Calloway is still as slick as his
title. Out West may be real big but kindred move in small
circles.”
That more or less may have answered any questions of where she
came from, the drawl in her speech had risen a little in
recalling his past. He was fortunate it wasn’t an outright
roar of his lying, cheating, and thieving ways. It was a long
time ago.
She was going to leave that ball in his court on where things
were going to go from here on out. She wasn’t interested
in seeking out any kind of revenge for something that was also
her own failure. He baited a trap and she fell for it. It was
fun and delicious until she had to deal with the painful
consequences later.
She gave Dio a small wave in return, it was nice to release the
tension from her fingers and settle into a more peaceful and
calm flow.
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: MAT Date: April 22, 2025, 11:14 pm
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Rudolph Longstaff
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/>aka Abel Beaumarchais
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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]
Abel held the Baron’s long gaze. “Yes. I’m sure you will.” He
found her utterly insincere smile very satisfying. Gumption was
admirable. So was control.
Then he nodded once, silently. It was all he could do to
telegraph his true position. He didn’t really want the Sabbat to
kill or convert the Anarchs. Elysium wasn’t the place to wear
one’s heart on one’s sleeve, though. There were spies
everywhere. Probably some Obfuscated rat lurking nearby right
that moment.
He opened his arms to gesture idly at Faith. “Le premier est
toujours gratuit. Mais certains ne boivent pas, apparemment. Une
existence brutale. Imaginez!”
When she scowled at Black Cat, he raised an eyebrow slightly,
but said nothing. He was unaware of any bad blood in her history
with that Gangrel. Despite being partners with her, she had
plenty of secrets from him, and he had entire libraries full
from her.
“Last call,” he said with a smirk, opening his trenchcoat to
pull out the last bottle to hand it to Faith. Something to
soothe whatever impulses she was holding in check.
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: VAP0RSPAC3 Date: April 23, 2025, 9:20 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 examines the bottle for a long moment, shrugging off the
pat on the back from Dio with a slight nod of acknowledgment. He
takes the bottle by the neck and swirls it around a couple of
times and glances back to Abel, but he don't speak French, so
whatever he was chatting with Faith about was lost on him. He
tucks his hat up under one arm and opens the bottle, quickly
sniffing the air before tossing one back. - He uses the bottle
to block his face, careful not to let anyone, or any cameras,
get a clear view of his feline canines.
He chuckles a little when Geoffrey mentions one of his exploits
in Austin, TX. It was top of his list for sharing at Clan
Gathers, and when it came to boasting and bragging Rites, he was
a big talker that used that particular story to bait other
Gangrel into calling his bluff. He wasn't altogether surprised
about that one getting tossed around. "Sure sounds like
something I would do... but you sir cain't be Geoffrey...
Wodeward, the very same Geoffrey that shot his way out of the
Long Branch Saloon? Boy howdy I heard you was outnumbered and
outgunned" He laughs "Sure good to see you're above snakes." He
was used to the competitive back and forth at Gathers, but it
was interesting how they were spinnin it 'roundways and bringing
up each other's stories now.
Travis didn't get long to enjoy the moment, and he knew it was
coming... well, not this exactly, but he knew something was
coming. Faith wasn't just going to let him slip by with a simple
'evening' like they didn't go back a ways. It wasn't anything
personal, and they didn't really know each other back then, but
it was enough to leave an impression, and possibly some bad
blood. "Ms. Everette, my apal-o-gies. You're more beautiful than
I remember, and I plum didn't recognize you. I guess I ain't
reckon just how small these circles can get. I hope thar's no
hard feelings atween us after all this time" He says, sincerely.
He shoots a quick look around the room, scanning for reactions.
It didn't seem like she was still sore at him, but iffin she was
he was going to try and figure who's side who was on. Giving his
best guess he figured Clan Brujah were in long supply. Faith
also had friends outside her Clan... the pretty boy didn't say
much, but even a raised eyebrow says something to a poker player
like Black Cat. - It wouldn't be his first time outgunned and
outnumbered, but he was going to play it cool and see it
through.
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: Jenn B. Date: April 26, 2025, 11:15 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]
Geoffrey took another drink from the bottle in his hand and
found somewhere to lean. One shoulder to the corner of a nearby
column in the room. There was a little too much comprehension in
the glance that passed over Abel and Faith's conversation on his
way to Dio. He did understand French.[br]
He let Abel talk to her; he just looked at her a moment. The way
he might study a bit of the ancient statuary. A note of
appreciation for the craftsmanship. From a time and place he
wasn't familiar with.[br]
"I'm glad to hear it." He remarked with a beat of lag, like he
was turning the words over in his head to make sure they were in
the correct order. [br]
"That was certainly a night." He remarked Travis' way with the
slip of a grin when the other Gangrel picked up one of those
things from his own travels. "Find me later, I'll tell you all
about it." [br]
Which was to say: find him somewhere outside Elysium and the
audience and he'd be glad to put it to proof. That was one of
the things that happened with the way he existed: always an
opportunity to get into shit.[br]
Like now, maybe. He hadn't missed the knot of tension that had
wound up when Faith had come in. His gaze, ever watchful it
seemed, passed between her and Travis once more. In case it was
going to escalate.
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: calliamity Date: April 27, 2025, 2:57 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]
Faith's a presence that Dio finds most curious, someone who like
Sergine is new in town. The way she seamlessly integrates into
the others makes it seem like she has preexisting ties; she is,
in certain terms, well-heeled. So, the Camarilla are stocking up
on Ancillae. And just like that, the Baron has surmised perhaps
the most important news of the evening, in spite of what else
she might discover from mixing with the assorted bootlickers and
sycophants at Elysium.[BR][BR]All that from a glance. She'd only
looked that way when Geoffrey did - maybe he is trying to
communicate things to her. And not what she'd taken from him at
first blush. She lifts her chin toward the Gangrel. "Gonna go
circulate," she says, not a whisper but not loud neither. "Catch
me before we leave so I can give you my contact deets." Modern
slang, maybe still a little outdated. An Elder trying to stay
with the times. It's an unending struggle.[BR][BR]No hugs, no
touching, no fond goodbyes. She takes a step back from the
crowd, looks them over one last time, then leaves to catch up
with her divided entourage, probably to catch up on whatever
they'd learned. And to catch them up on what she had learned. Of
course she is the object of many eyes' attention, like a bomb
waiting for the signal.[BR][BR]So it's easy for someone a little
more low-profile to make an entrance with a bit less drama.
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Re: OPEN VTM SCENE: Elysium Night
By: calliamity Date: April 27, 2025, 2:57 pm
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[center]Make some noise ‘cause I’m off the handle now[BR]Light
‘em up ‘cause I’m about to burn it down[/center]
[center]Toreador Ancilla | Auspex 3 | Enchanting
Voice[/center][hr]
And she does. Toreador or not, Maynard had taught her how to
play second fiddle and she'd gotten pretty good at that. Being
underestimated, ignored. Picking her moment, lining up the shot.
Bang.[BR][BR]"Well, blazes, that who I think it is?" A faintly
familiar voice behind Faith. The individual it belongs to is
dressed in bootcut jeans, filigree Justins and a plain black
shirt with long sleeves. Not too dissimilar from how she'd
dressed a century ago and change, except the individual items
are all designer now, expensive brand names stitched onto 'em,
just missing a cowboy hat from Gucci. She's missing the matched
brace of Bisley race guns she'd brought with from the Bill
shows, but those are long gone and even if they weren't there's
no way she'd be allowed to bring them into Elysium.[BR][BR]There
is space for her, recently freed up, to drift into before the
circle closes but she waits for acknowledgement, arms folded.
Waits for the conversation to stop, and the spotlight to drift
onto her. Even in life she'd been a showman, that was what had
made her Sire convinced that she had to die. The blood had made
her, perhaps, a bit worse. It made all of them worse.
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