2014.10.28 Vengeance
| Vengeance | |
|---|---|
| What happens when you piss off an elder. | |
| IC Date | Tuesday |
| IC Time | Just After Midnight |
| Players | Clarimond (storyteller), Tobias |
| Location | Prospect |
| Spheres | Vampire And Mortal |
Clarimond is stepping out of the elevator, heading towards her apartment. She has Auspex activated, she can hear what's going on behind the door. Voices, the hunters, they think she is dead, and they are using her apartment from time to time. Hopefully they haven't found anything important. There's no one in the hallway so she prepares to bust down the door.
Maybe she should try looking out the window, cause in the fire escape, in the shadows, was a malkavian watching the apartment. Tobias had heard whisperings of hunters in the area and he actually wanted to see them before the vampires decided to kill them dead. With the first dot of obfuscate shielding him, and his remaining silent and watching, he watches the claws grow and her head to the door.
Clarimond smashes through the door, her claws shattering the wooden barrier between the pissed off Tzimisce elder and her prey. She is grinning, "Hello boys.."
Tobias remains silents, images and memories of the woman flit through his head, but he just treats them as if they were simply parts of the cobweb. Meanwhile a cockroach scurries about the fire escape, running into the vampire. Tobias catches it, looks to it and puts it in his mouth, crunching it and chewing.
Tobias just plays with his throwing knife...So shiny...before his wrist flicks and then the knife flies from his hand, hitting the hunter but ripping through the shirt and into the couch. When that happens, Tobias looks to his wrist and then to the knife in the couch like 'hey'. He simply begins to make his way now towards the room, since the hand wanted to play with them, the rest should as well.
Clarimond watches the hunters pull out their revolvers. But hunter number one never gets to fire his shot, Clarimond roars, it sounds inhuman. She leaps at the man, her right hand going right into his chest. Blood pours out from his wound and he is close to death.
Clarimond leaves the first hunter to bleed out while she goes after the second one nearby. He is the oldest of them so she decides that he will know more information. She latches onto his gun arm to prevent him from firing, time to get him onto the ground.
Tobias pulls another throwing knife out and looks to it as he hurls it, this time sticking the man. When the man calls out in pain, Tobias continues going over, a finger raised to his lips as he shushes the man. "Hush little baby, please dont cry." He says as if singing to a child.
“Daddy is going to sing you a lullaby..." Tobias says as his chest hits hit by bullets only to sink into his skin. "If my lullaby causes strife, then Daddy will get you a shiny knife." He says as he produces another knife to stab with which he does.
Clarimond effortlessly wrestles the middle aged hunter to the ground even as he tries to resist in vain. She has him in a powerful lock now. The first hunter continues to bleed out.
"If that knife fails to find your gullet, Daddy will find you a lead bullet." Tobias says as he picks up the revolver, pulls the hammer and pulls the trigger after quick aim, putting the bullet to the man's head. "Sweet dreams." He says to the body before beginning to giggle a bit as if finding something funny.
Clarimond has the man now, he isn't getting away. She drags him with one hand into a spare room, which serves as a torture room. Luckily it has never been discovered by the owner. She starts to strap the man into the metal chair. She says to Tobias, "Thank you for the help by the way." She has a London accent.
"Eh, Lefty cant help it, he likes helping women in need. Something about the gratitude sex." Tobias says, having a london accent himself as his hand twitches, left one at that. He goes about gathering his knives and the guns. Looting corpses, fun stuff.
Clarimond smirks, "You can have all of their effects, I certainly don't need them." She grins at the man in the chair and starts her interrogation, "You know I was never schooled in assassination, but I have heard plenty of tales of pissed off elders sending lackeys to kill a rival, my own sire has quite a few herself. That said I have picked up a few tricks concerning this particular trade. Do you know what the most important bit is? MAKING SURE THAT YOUR FUCKING TARGET IS DEAD FIRST!!" She brings her balled fist down onto his thigh, cracking the bone effortlessly. The hunter begins to scream in pain. Clarimond quickly stuffs a rag in his mouth to avoid unwanted attention. Then she throws a blanket over him, undoing his straps, "We need to move him if I am going to work as slowly as I want to.. this one is a screamer."
“I got a place, wonderful spot, paid extra to make it soundproof and everything. Neighbors got tired of the moaning and loud music and screaming. What confused the neighbors was I was alone when they complained." Tobias says as he continues looting.”
Clarimond nods as she wraps him up completely, ignoring his wounds, "I can always feed him some blood to heal him if I get too excited before I am done. I actually have my own building.. there are some leftover devices from the Inquisition that I have stored there for ocassions just like this. You might find them interesting given your apparent demeanor so far. I would be happy to give you the full tour."
Clarimond gestures to her fridge as well, "There are blood bags in there if you want it.. top grade at that. Very potent." She grabs some for herself.
“Normally I do not go to a strange woman's home and drink their stuff on the first date, I am cheap, not easy, but you I think I will make an exception for." Tobias says with a grin.”
Clarimond nods, "I am going to assume that my ghouls are dead. One of them, Irna, she was my lover. I don't have time to mourn in the traditional sense, so I will spend her funeral spilling this man's blood, and learning everything there is to know about him." She makes sure that the prisoner is gagged and bound properly, "If anyone asks, we are moving a plastic dummy." She goes into the elevator but waits for Tobias before closing it.
"I dont have pets, I forget to change their beddings and then they get pissy at me." Tobias says as he follows her. "I will have you know I do not have a bit of plastic in me, like them blonde pretty girls!" He says, sounding offended.
Clarimond doesn't bother trying to understand the Malkavian. She doesn't know his clan for certain but she can guess. When they reach the bottom of the elevator, they go outside, and pile into a white van... minutes pass... They arrive at the warehouse Clarimond was referring to. She takes the prisoner out of the back and carries him into the facility. She pulls the blanket off of him and sets him on the cold floor, "Now which of these shall bear you on your long and painful voyage into the next life?"
Tobias probably rambles on like he usually does during the trip. He even voiced a question on what would eat a dead buzzard as they passed one on the road. When she asks the question to the man, Tobias hmms. "I am not so sure you should send him to the next life, I mean, then he will get a fresh body and do over. Lets make him stick with the broken shell, would be much more fitting and keeps him from his buddies."
Clarimond thinks for a few moments before deciding on her absolute favorite: The Judas Cradle. She begins to rip the man's clothing off, "We can't have you overdressed for this.." She places the naked man onto the device, the sharp pyramid slicing into his tender skin inside of his rear end. He screams in pain, his legs flailing, the blade slicing away his flesh slowly, but surely, "Now we let him kick and scream until he figures out why it's getting worse." She watches him with a dark, sadistic awe.
"So thats where the idea of a colonic came from...I always wondered if it was cause someone did this or shoved a hose up a butt by accident." Tobias says as he looks to the various knives she had, picking one up and smiling at it.
Clarimond waits for several minutes, watching without saying a word. Finally the hunter has stopped moving so much, wincing in pain. She has let the device do all the work so far, "You have no idea just how unfortunate you are to be the one I chose to interrogate. Tell me where my ghouls are." The man is sobbing, ready to talk at last, "We.. we killed.. them.. the female was raped.. her corpse thrown into.. the ocean.. the males were.. beaten to death.. their corpses burned.." Clarimond's eyes widen. She is silent for several moments, and eerily enough she does not go berserk, "I see.. you enjoyed it didn't you? Killing and tormenting the last love I had on this planet. Just know that your confession has just put me into such a chipper mood that I am going to saw off one of your legs.." She marches over to one of her many tables, and carries a large saw back over to the device. She starts to saw his left leg off.. slowly. His screams are even louder than before.
"Be sure to heat the wound or he will die of blood loss. Wouldnt want him to leave the party before we are done with him." Tobias says as he plays with the knife of hers that he held, flipping it about and looking it over. Seems this lunatic has some skill in medicine. Who knew?
Clarimond grins, "Good idea.." She retrieves a candle from an old desk in a corner, lighting it, and bringing it back to the hunter. She holds the flame just underneath the stump of a leg, forcing the wound to close. The man's screams get louder. Several minutes pass, Clarimond has to revive him a few times with cold water, but she begins again, "Who are you working with?" The hunter is babbling now, almost like Tobias. Clarimond hisses, "Is it my mother?" The hunter is barely able to shake his head when he at last comprehends what he is being asked, "Anonymous.. tip.. told.. us.. where you were.. who you were.." Clarimond picks the saw up again and heats the blade, "We are getting nowhere fast.. so sad for your last leg.." She starts to saw it off.. the hunter's screaming is blood curdling.
"Telling ya pal, Your better off telling her everything you know here and now, atleast then she may put you out of your misery." Tobias says as he plays with another knife. "No body listens to me though...except me."
Clarimond is heating his second stump of a leg so the hunter doesn't bleed out, "Let's just get this out of my system shall we? I need to pay you back for what you did to my lover.. TO IRNA!!" She proceeds to saw off both of his arms. She also heats those wounds, and then cuts off all remaining parts of his appendages until he is merely a stump torso with a head.. and yes he is alive still. She rips open her wrist and feeds him her blood. His holes close up and he stops bleeding. She picks up the stump that used to be a hunter, "Now what is your name Stump?" The hunter is quivering now, "S-s-Stan.." Clarimond grins, "Well Stan.. you have just earned an eternity in my service." She brings him to what looks like a gallows.. but it's not. A large hook is hanging from it, She slides the man onto the hook, his flesh cracks and he bleeds, hanging like a piece of meat. She grabs the saw, "Don't worry.. you won't die from this, you are a bit more durable now." She starts sawing him partially in half until he is only barely alive. His screams are like music to her ears! Then she starts drinking his blood, nearly dry, then she feeds him more of her blood.. the Embrace has been initiated, "Your punishment will be a Hell of my making. Your agony has only begun." While she waits for him to change, she leaves Stumpy Stan hanging on the hook. To Tobias she says, "He will wish he was never born.. oh the decades.. the centuries of torture that await him."
Tobias then moves over to face the man. "I will tell you something, because I like you. Because I like you, I will tell you the biggest secret of my race." He says as he grabs the guys' head to force him to look to him. "Our existence? Our lives? They are nothing but lies. Lies and hollow mockeries. Despite all the cool powers and toys We still do not have the things you take for granted, like enjoying the sunlight, eating drink and drinking food, being able to fuck a girl's brains out and enjoy it as much as her, to have kids...to feel warm. And now, She will take it from you." Tobias says before backing off to let Clarimond do her magic. When she turns to speak to him, he shrugs. "Just hope the bosses dont find out you embraced someone without their permission. They are big on politics. and obeying rules."
Clarimond sneers, "I am not part of the Camarilla. I have no sect at all now. I am completely independent of all laws.. and I also have protection of another sort. But I won't be spilling those beans.." She is very sure of herself, "He isn't my childe, he is an ornament caitiff. I do not acknowledge him as mine, he will know nothing of Kindred society, or of his clan. He will be the most wretched creature in existence."
"And here I dont have an ornament Caitiff, I feel deprived." Tobias says as he shrugs. "Dont tell the cammies and sabbat your sect-less, they are kinda obsessed with cliques." He says with a shrug.
Clarimond grins, "Oh they are not aware of me much really. I stay on my side of the fence so to speak and I never meddle in their affairs. Stumpy Stan is barely even a vampire, he is merely a monster, a warped creature that will never know peace again. This is perhaps the most devastating sentence I have ever given anyone. But what this man took from me... I will never find again."
"Never say never." Tobias says with a smile. "I never thought I could be driven more mad then I was a couple centuries ago. Imagine my shock." He says with a grin.
Clarimond shrugs, "I wonder if you well ever be as insane as this man will be.. he will rarely ever see, smell, or hear anything but an air tight box for the next five hundred years. He will be taken out only to feed or be tortured at my whim. He perhaps feared Hell in life, well he has now found it, there is no rescue from this fate, no god that will help him, no one will ever know who he was. I am going to warp him.. physically and mentally."
