2012.09.18.All.Hail.The.Prince

Once more into the breach! Markus is waiting for them in an empty bar. Well, mostly empty. On the floor are three men, bound and gagged. They struggle and attempt to cry out for help when they see new people coming. Instead of waiting for the group to meet at his booth, Markus strides across the floor and meets them near the entrance. "It is about time you have come," he says gruffly, his accent more thick then usual in his excitement. "The city teeters on the verge of falling. Blood runs in the streets, elders are being put to the sword in their havens, the few remaining blood mages are powerless to resist, and while Rome burns the Brujah and Toreador battle one another instead of us."

Nils approaches, dressed in a bodysuit thats seems to be made of human flesh. He looks to Markus with determination. "Excellant. I have a van outside, full of war beasts." He says. "We are ready to attack when you are."

And Cash.. Cash says nothing. He stands there, arms across his chest, the same usual sneer on his face as he waits. The large man is occupying a space not far from Griggs, gritting his teeth in anticipation.

"Well what the fuck are we waiting for? Let'th get out there before it'th all over," Griggs states in a low tone, not wanting to speak over Markus, but anxious to join his brethren.

Willy waddles into the bar, actually joining everyone on a mission for once. A cracked grin reveals the brown stumps of his teeth and he moves to stand next to his ductus.

Griggs looks to Cash as well, the Ductus being the leader of the pack in times of war.

Serena walks up to the side of Nils and glances sidelong to him, her eyes falling to the rest one by one. She then glances forward, "So.. This should should be fun." As she speaks, the Shadows around tense and shiver as they take on a tangible form, moving and swirling around Serena's form,

"I do not wish to keep you here longer then necessary," Markus explains and motions to the bound men behind him. "I wanted to give you the opportunity to strengthen yourselves and then feed before you left. Also, if you so desire, there is a cache of weaponry between you and your objective." The assamite smiles, something he has never done before, and bares his fangs. "I have secured for the Sabbat of Prospect the honor of destroying Elysium and bringing final death to the false Prince that cowers within."