2014.08.04:The Impossible Beast Pt. 2
| The Impossible Beast Pt. 2 | |
|---|---|
| The deal gets even worse. | |
| IC Date | Monday |
| IC Time | Night |
| Players | Clarimond (Storyteller), Basilisk, Mikhail, Misa, Silvana, Velok |
| Location | Prospect |
| Prp/Tp | The Impossible Beast |
| Spheres | Mage and Mortal and Shifter and Vampire |
Log
Avante Seaside - 304 Living Room
Upon setting foot in this apartment it is not the downy soft carpet, the luxurious appointments, the fine furniture, or the vaulted ceilings that immediately draws one's attention. Instead, it is the incredible view of the ocean one has from the floor to ceiling windows that look out upon the veranda and beyond that the beautiful blue of the Pacific. Settled into the windows with no discernable break in the view is a sliding door that leads outside. A wind chime hangs above it, just outside, providing a merry tinkling as it flutters in the breeze
Astonishing as the view is, the apartment itself is no slouch. The area is extremely large with the living room just inside the door. Soft studio lighting can be turned up or down with a dimmer switch just inside the entrance. To the left is a well appointed kitchen of white marble and tile floors. A gas fireplace with a mantle made from repurposed glass, brick, and tile is a work of art in its own right that dominates the right wall of the apartment. Above it hangs a 72" high-definition plasma television, tastefully inset into the wall. In front of it is a designer couch in gray. To either side are ultra-modern stainless steel and glass end tables with white lamps on them. Flanking the end tables is a matched set of chique, comfortable chairs. In between the couch and the fireplace there is a matching steel and glass coffee table. Beyond the kitchen is the entrance to the master bedroom.
Clarimond is standing in the living room, you see a silver spear propped up against her couch, and she is waiting for you to come inside after Lars answers your knock... "Welcome Basilisk."
Basilisk comes to the house and knocks. She comes inside, sniffing Lars and the house. "Hello, Clarimond. You called?" she asks.
Clarimond nods and gestures to the spear, "I found this last night. I picked it up after we slew that mage. It was his and now it is mine. I have recieved word that an enemy of mine is in town, he is weak to silver, a rare trait in Kindred, and now it is time for another lesson for you. You need learn about vampire politics. My clan split up a long time ago over the dispute of a discipline, and the creation of the Sabbat, a sect of Kindred that wish to stop the end of the world. Most of my clan are in the Sabbat, very few of us are like me, and remain independent. My enemy is a Tzimisce that is in the Sabbat, he is just as old as I am, but has had more time to grow in power. He never went into torpor and he will likely be on his way as we speak. This spear will end him."
Basilisk nods seriously. "Vampire politics.' she says. "Im sure he wont come alone. I'll be ready to protect you." she says.
Clarimond nods as she pumps more blood, "They should be close now. He never could be patient. Now that he knows where I live this could get ugly.. the Sabbat are not known for subtlty and have no problem attacking in the open."
Basilisk frowns. "How many of his kind should we expect?" she says, watching the door, poised like an animal ready to strike.
Clarimond thinks for a minute.. "At least six.." She is still pumping blood.. someone is really expecting trouble..
Basilisk nods "Six.." she says, as she starts to pump blood too. "I'm ready when you are."
Clarimond grabs her spear, her auspex hearing revealing their arrival, "They are here.. I can hear them in the elevator.. I will need to text our.. friends.. they can help." She grabs her cellphone with her free hand, texts them all using Google, something she just learned how to do, and puts her phone down. Then the door BUSTS down. A monstrous looking creature stands in the doorway, "The cows outside got the curtesy of seeing my charade of a human form.. but you.. you will see my beautiful face before you die.. you should know it well by now.." Behind him are five other vampires.
(1 round Combat. Kills: Basilisk 1. Damage taken: Clarimond 1 Bashing)
(Enter Mikhail, Misa, Silvana, Velok)
Clarimond is leaping over her couch, her heightened strength and dexterity allowing her to flee to her room. She passes her silver spear off to Stenn who stands beside Lars, wielding the weapon now. Lars wields his shotgun. Irna is hiding somewhere. Clarimond is behind her ghouls, slightly bruised. Basilisk is in the middle of the room draining a Tzimisce elder dry. She has JUST finished when you walk in. His body begins to decay. Five hungry looking vampires, all rabid, and VERY low humanity are advancing into the room.
Basilisk looks up from her meal, which is probably turning to ash considering his age. Her mouth is covered in blood. "Hi guys. Want to hunt with us?" she asks as if it is any other night and shes in the ocean hunting fish. Her eyes glow blood red, her claws and fangs extended.
Mikhail enters the hallway at a somewhat hurried pace that increases as he sees the empty hall with one open door, he grows another foot where no one can see him and runs down the hall drawing his hands from his pockets, revealing large ugly looking cat claws on his mostly human hands, running for the door.
Silvana is probably going to be at the rear as everyone arrives and sighs pulling out her phone "Hey John. If you get a calls from a disturbance at" gives the address "Delay them send them on a wild goosechase as much as you can.. if they are heading my way.. Let me know. Thank you"
What happens when it's pretty hot out and you get kinda thirsty. Slurpee run. Hence why Misa and Velok were so close as to respond so quickly to a disturbance call. Now obviously, Velok treated the text pretty seriously. His house has been attacked already, and he got pretty pissed off about it, so it's only fair to return the favor of assistance to Clarimond. I mean, it's not like Clarimond was somehow responsible for his house being attacked, right? Just because he's taking it seriously, however, doesn't mean he's not closing the car door and walking at a brisk pace into the Avante Seaside still holding his ultra mega XXXXL Slurpee in his hand. Man's got his priorities. As he's arriving into the scene with Mikhail already shifting and Silvana calling off the dogs, he's sipping on his blue slurpee. There is no rush for his weapons, no eager urge to run in guns ablazin' and powpowpowpowpow everyone. Just the awkwardly timed ambiance of *Sluuuuuuuuuuurp*. In his defense...he did lose the smoothie the last time they all hung out.
Misa is strolling easily as well. That was HER smoothie, Velok was just borrowing it last time. She's not in the middle of this fight, not the main target, she can handle this her usual way. She's totally not related in any way shape or form, just some sorority girl out on the town with her slurpy and some dreamy guy. Nothing to see here. The cloth wrapped parcel in her hands? Probably some posters or something. Certainly not anything to worry about. It's a little warm for it but she seems to be wearing leater pants and a loose peasant's shirt, fingerless leather gloves, peasant's blouse and what must be a rather thick sports bray just barely visible at the neck. Nothing to see here.
(Long 3 round combat between 5 Sabbat, Mikhail, Silvana, Velok, Misa, and Basilisk. Kills: Basilisk 2 Silvana 1, Lars-NPC 1. 1 Sabbat Incapacitated. Damage taken: Mikhail 6 Agg, Silvana 1 Agg,)
Holy shit did things escalate quickly. Velok was just walking along in the hallway, minding his own business, sippin' on his wonderful blue slurpee, and then there's this battle? Granted, he was there because he was requested to be there, but the way his hand lovingly clutches to that plastic seethrough frame, lips adorning the blue sippy straw, he's pretty content with how he is. He stands outside the doorway when Misa and Mikhail charge on in, apparently choosing an observer relationship with this battle, despite being loaded up and ready for war. It's no wonder he's pretty upset then when one of the Sabbat decide to personally piss in his cheerios. The first dodge is easy enough, even if to an outside observer it seems like he just barely made it. "Oi. The odds of you fucking with me are not in your favor. Piss off." The Brit says, still slurping away. He does glance idly towards Misa as he has to once again dodge this man's grab. Velok lowers the drink from his lip when SOMEONE, a particularly careless and jerky Bastet, botches an offhanded swipe and claws at Velok's slurpee. The plastic cup, just as so many of the claw's enemies before it, becomes eviscerated, the delicious blue necter spraying and coating the front of Velok's hoodie. His eyes go WIDE, staring directly towards Mikhail with malevolence. It's pretty lucky that he manages to turn his head just quick enough to have the WhateverSabbat send a blood loogie to the wall behind him. He stands there staring at Mikhail even as that WhateverSabbat is taken care of shortly after. Oh Helllllllll no.
Mikhail rushed up, snarling with long claws as he faces a leech with claws of its own, his firt move slashes across the creaturs chest tearing into its flesh. As the vampire retaliated, Mikhail dodged and attacked again mauling the vampire with those claws, but the vampire responded with a wild swing that crippled the massive Russian with one swipe of its deadly claws despite its wounds. Mikhail attempted one last swipe with his left hand, slashing through Velok's supposedly safe slushie. Summoning his rage his last swipe flew true and knocked the vampire to the floor. He moves towards the last remaining vampire and slumped to the ground as a rabid Basil moved before him.
Clarimond watches the entire battle from behind her ghouls. Stenn and Lars guard her dutifully although Stenn ends up harmed significantly. But he is still standing at the end of it all, passing the silver spear back to Clarimond, and she puts it back in her closet, locking it as clearly she needs more training with the thing. The Sabbat vampires do not fare so well... they scream in agony as the "good guys" kill them off one by one.
Misa isn't actually charging in, she just sees someone making a move on Mikhail and frankly that's HER job. Without a moment of thought Misa hucks her drink right intothe face of one of the monsters, slips under the swing meant for Velok and pops up on the other side with her sword at the ready, the Brit may not be in a good mood, but after watching the antics of the vampire she certainly seems to be. The smile on her face doesn't fade in the slightest as her straight sword dances rapidly about the slurpee fiending vampire, managing a few cuts here and there before her attention is dragged back to Mikhail... damn he looks messed up. Misa thinks for a moment maybe she should help but it seems those guys have it handled. She turns back to face her vampire and wiffs horribly, overxtending herself on an arcing stab, but it seems to help push the man into the waiting sword of Silvana. "Good work sugar."
Silvana gets the call and shows up as she sees what is in store she steps back out to call her contacts in case they get too loud and the neighbors think there is a big major lover's spat or orgy gone wrong or something to that affect and call the cops. She asks for them to be re-routed or for a warning to be done. Then she comes in weapons drawn making a slight discuss look to Basil as she notices her finishing off her lunch but her attention is drawn when one of the leaches comes to try and claw at her. She is able to hurt him wich really must of pissed him off because he return the favor and his claws connected on her upper chest, he must of been trying to cop a feel, the jerk. Sil winces at the pain and raises her sword and in turn slices the man in half, that will teach him for roughly trying to grab the boob. There is blood on her clothing now but she seems to ignore it as she steps up to the next vampire and thanks to Misa pushing him over she cuts him almost down, some people don't just don't lay down and die quickly, but then someone else takes care of him and the job is done. She turns to see how the others are doing. She sees Velok lost the slurpee and she awws "i'll buy you a new one when we get out of her" she then turns to see how Mikhail is doing he looks hurt, even if he might not be acting it, blood tends to lead to owie pain.
Basilisk has been tearing through vampires since before the others came in. One to another to another. She does this methodically, as if this is just like hunting fish. When the prey is done moving, she smiles. "Hi guys. Im so full. You should eat some. This is much better then fish." says the blood-covered gangrel. Her fangs are extended and she looks more wild then ever before.
Velok stands there, unfortunately drenched in the blue liquid. His eyes continue to stare at Mikhail, though the debate within his mind by three very annoying women eventually wins out in favor of the Bastet. There will be no slurpee revenge. Slowly his hands come down and in swipes he thrusts the slush off his wettened clothing, letting it splatter down along the floor. He looks over Silvana for a moment, possibly ensuring she's not bleeding out or dying, then Misa, just grinning away, then over towards Basilisk. "I'm good, thanks." At the offer of...eating? Ew. A smile spreads across his lips as he returns his eyes to Silvana, offering the woman a wink as he splashes more slush off his hoodie, grabbing the zipper and drawing it down to free himself a little to airdry.
Clarimond steps out of her room, handing Stenn a bag of her blood, "Remember to drink all of it.. do not leave even a drop left.." She is damned serious. She watches everyone as they stop fighting. Clarimond does not seem even the least bit disturbed by Basil, as if diablerie is the most normal thing in the world to her, "That is what happens when a stupid brute thinks that it is his eternal mission to wait for you to resurface, and hunt you down. Distusting Sabbat wretch. May his bones form the waste room of the ship Naglfar." It's a curse that no one else probably even understands.
Mikhail breaths hard as he slumps to the ground. He nods over to the tough Sabbat he finally felled, "Eet eez note destroyed... eef yu have qvestions.. He may have answyers..." the man says. Fucked up is a polite way to put it as he looks around, "Ve should make sure hallvay clear before neighbors gyet curioos..."
Basilisk leans in close. "If you're not going to finish him can I eat him?" she asks. "I ate two and they taste soo good. Sometimes they get caught in your throat but when you swallow them you feel so strong." her definition of diablerie.
Silvana isn't bleeding out but there is definately blood in her clothing. She bends down to check on Mikhail's wounds "I can clean them up and perhaps help heal some not all if you would allow me to help" she offers at Clarimond suggesting what Basil can do and Basil speaking of eating more there is a cringe and Mikhail might notice something if he pays attention lucky for the rest of the room they don't see that look. She takes a breath.
Basilisk nods "Right. YOu need help cleaning up?" she asks. At least shes not eating people.
Mikhail looks over his wounds, "No.. I veel be ok, I just.. may need a hand gyetting do apartmyent..." he says. If Mikhail notices Basil eating other leeches he doesn't seem to care about it.. not at the moment.
Velok's eyes survey the room, the blood everywhere, the messy people and ash from others having been eaten. This place is going to need a lot of hush money to maids before it feels sanitary again. Velok of course doesn't really care at all, strolling into the room now that his hands are free. He does toss an idle eye down towards Mikhail, but his Geas is fulfilled. Instead, the man does the first thing that comes to mind. Invite himself to Clarimond's fridge. Yep, the thing is opened and food is surveyed. The vampire might not have to eat, but surely her favored ghouls do. Got milk?
Silvana bows her head to Mikhail "I will help you get to wherever you need to go" she stands and offers Mikhail a hand. She then looks at the mess and sighs taking out her phone and begins to text. Silvana comments after putting her phone away "Clean up crew will be here in five, we probably want to stay out of their way. We can gather and meet somewhere else and ask doofus there some questions"
