NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: As there are now no more Kindred left in Otagia, any others wishing to become Princes/Barons/Bishops of various cities are now free to make their claim. Completely open to non-mortals (the Masquerade is still intact here).

IC:

Silence.

For nearly a week, the Kindred of the outside world had heard nothing from the Otagian cities, neither those ruled by the Princes of the Camarilla nor the bloody realms of the Sabbat. Complete silence reigned. Not even the ever-present voice of the Nosferatu was heard, the local Schrecknet nodes were all offline, either unplugged or destroyed. The Sewer Rats of other countries heard nothing, which unnerved them to no end. After all, what is a Nosferatu without his vast information network?

However, this power vaccuum could not go unnoticed. Already, both the Sabbat and Camarilla were preparing expeditionary groups, to investigate the sudden disappearance of the Otagian Kindred.

OOC: C'mon, there have got to be SOME Licks around here looking for a princedom of their own! Nobody has any VtM Kindred around here?

A hand, adorned in rings and finger-armour, lowered to caress a bald head, letting the deliciously curved metal, and edged nails, drift over the naked flesh; drawing a soft whimper from the thing that sprawled, almost animal like, at his side. Long black hair spilled across his brow and about his shoulders; as he sat, eyes drifting over a map; rapt in attention; a smile crossing those pale lips; tongue playing over delightfully sharp fangs. The flesh crafted servitor mewled and hissed as it's Master rose; his body clothed in leather and black silk; veleur and velvet spilling about him, as he shook out his hair; and turned towards a window; surveying the city by night.

He had only just arrived; and already it pleased him; already he saw it's spils lain out before him. He, the new power; soon to be the only power. He would mold this city as easy as he molded his servants; as easy as bone and flesh yielded to him, would the folds of this city bend to him. He chuckled lightly; pushing open the window; stepping out into cool air and chill sensation; looking out across his new kingdom.

"Where to begin?" He mused; turning; the girl suspended on the wall, watching him with a blank fear; her mind was gone, of course; he had made sure of that; lobotomised the child from the inside out; and now; her wrists pierced by shafts of living bone; vitae trickling in rivulets to the mouths that lined the wall; flowing down intricate canals; like rivers of blood; to a goblet below.

"So good when I am provided for. I may savor the hunt; but the slow kill...." He purred, raising it to his lips; sipping softly and sighing; raw sensation coursed through his dead flesh; he felt a blush upon his cheeks. "I enjoy the torments of flesh and it's frailties; I savor each moment of your life." He ran his hand across the undulating flesh and watched her lower; kissing her cold forehead softly; the bone's retreating; the body slumping to the floor. His wry chuckle echoing as the servitor mewled once more; turning its blind head towards him and sniffing the air. "Ready for something filling?" Simon whispered, dribbling the contents of the goblet teasingly on and about the body "Ready for a treat?"

It coughed and choked, and moved towards them; mewling; mouth yawning wordlessly; vocal cords gone. After all; good servants should be seen and not heard; good pets needed to be disciplined...

Kayla was the last of her kind that she knew off, hunted by the Geavani the tratorus clan who had killed Cappadocius the Antediluvian of the Cappadocian clan. Kayla was embraced a few years befor the Geavani wiped out her clan and saw her sire given final death befor her vary eyes, from that day on she swar she would hunt them down to the last almost giving in to the beast.

She had been around for nearly 1000 years skipping though time by entering torpa in fear of the hunger and the beast, never did she stay in once place to long always on the move.

Kayla wasnt her real name, she had changed it meny times. She was a slim girl who looked only in her 20s and vary good looking, in the modarn world she had changed to fit in looking more like a Cyber Goth rather then the old gothic look of the past. Her hair was long and black, she had dyed her fringe white and silver for added effect.

She sat in her haven when a friend of hers a Nosferatu had come by, even her didnt know what clan she was but she was a useful tool in getting rid of other elders that became anoyance or getting intel on things he could do.

"ahh, Gary long time no see what brings you here?" she asked as he walked in, even tho she was useing her computer gary had never gotten in with out her noticing.

"something of interest, a nation called Otagia, i dont think you know of it. Anyway it seems that the Kindred have gone poof, no one knows where they are. The primagins are going insane thinking its Gehenna, blood old elders" he paused, "no offence" he added.

"none taken" she replyed not really taken any notice, "let me guess you want me to cheak it out?"

"no i was going to say, no kindred no princes and such, free cities. IF you got to one in time you could claim it as yours" he said with a smile.

"and what would you get inreturn for this infomation?" she asked.

"why nothing...apart from being apointed Primagin of the Nosferatu in your city, oh and i have a sheriff aswell. you remember Ashcroft that hot headed Anarch Brujah?" Gary was up to something she knew it but being Prince of a city had its advantages.

"fine when do i leave?" she asked him.

"i have your stuff moved to the Freighter Arpelico, the Captain owes a me a favor or 2. well hes my goul but meh thats not the point he will do as hes told if he wants his next blood fix. it leaves in an hour dock 3, arrives 2 days earlyer then any other Vampy whos going to the Capital city. And Ashcroft will meet you on the boat, i will follow shortly." Gary said "alas i must be going, some annoying pritty boy Toreador thinks he can mess around with my stuff i think an acid bath for his face is in order." he turned and walked out.

Kayla was happy, she was soon going to be a Prince of the city, a free state city and on top of that her first act as Prince would be to call a blood hunt on all Geavani.

Marco flopped down on the threadbare couch, flipping through channels on the TV. Seeing a news channel, he stopped.

"Hey, Franz, Lupe, get in here! We're on the news!"

The pair rushed into the room, one short and mousy, the woman tall, dark, and rather imposing. Rushing between their legs, a large dog leaped onto Marco's lap.

"Dammit, Essy, how many times have I told you, not on the couch!"

The dog scurried off his lap, encouraged by a good swat from Marco.

"So, we're on TV?"

"One sec, the segment is just starting..."


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PRA NEWS

"Police are dumbfounded as the search for the killer of over three dozen men and women continues. All the victims were mutilated beyond recogntion, limbs were removed, and entrails appear to have been devoured. A witness described the killer as a large man, wearing a blood-soaked white fur coat. Families of the victims have posted a three hundred thousand Quetzale reward for information that leads to the apprehension of the killer. Police are urging all those with information that could be relevant to step forward immediately."

PRA NEWS NETWORK

"...And in other news, new evidence may indicate that the recent killings plaguing this country may be more wide-spread than originally believed. Forensic investigators in Glenmarch uncovered what appear to be the charred remains of several corpses. The ashes may be composed of up to fifty human beings. PRA News will continue to bring you updates on the case as they occur."

OOC: Bump for exposure. I'd prefer to have more than two people...

Kayla was sitting in the hold of the Freighter, it had been over 2 days since they had left the Port and they were hours away from docking. On the ship were a few other Kindred, all of them she knew and they all feared her and Ashcroft. All from different clans other then the Sabbat and Geavani.

The sun had gone down and she wondered up to the bridge, looking out to the sea where she could sea the lights of the shore and the city she was going to claim. Gary was in the Captains office with the Captain, she didnt bother knocking she just walked in.

"ahh Kayla, nice to see you. I take it you heared about the news?" Gary asked looking at her.

"what news?" she asked.

Gary turned the TV on to the news to the story of the 50 burned bodies (or ashes of the dead) was still going along with the murders.

"Tzimisce" she said in a tune of discust.

"that or Lasombra" gary said, "remember there are 2 sides to the Sabbat. besides i dont think they are that smart to kill 50 Kindred."

"this has the smell of Tzimisce all over it, well maby not the 50 kindred but the murders do. I think hunters got to the other one, did they say where and what state the place they found them is?" Kayla asked Gary.

"no, anyway hunters are not that smart no this is something elce, but anyway we will be arriving in port in a hour. I take it Ashcroft is not annoying you?" Gray seemed interested at this point.

"no, you could have told me some goons were going to be coming, or at the vary lest that a bloody insane Malkavian, and i mean insane even for a Malkavian. I normaly understand them but this one, its like talking to a brick wall....bloody pyscopathic girl."

"yes, Kesh takes some getting use to but she is good at what she doesm quite how tho is beond me."

"what then Gary is she good at?"

"trust me you will know when the time is right, unless some of her vision get the better of her and she thinks your the pope or something, i belive she did that once to a guy who would had if lived would have of been the pope. Malkavians such a curse on there blood, worse in my eyes then ours since they have to suffer infront of mortals where as we well....dont"

"so whats going to happen when we dock?"

"a group of cars will be waiting for us, a good fellow, a Venture of the name Blake. You know the one i asked you to get some juice on, well it came in handy the young Venture had quite a front, a small company who happens to have offices in the city. And being a Venture he belive one day he would be Prince of each city his Company had offices in so there is a rather grand Goth Throne room, daft fellow really in this day and age most Princes sit behind a desk but alas this idiot thinks himself better. Pitty i had him sign this office over to me after i removed his face....should have done what he was told...that Malkavian such pritty work sometimes, she wanted to tie him to a stake and allow the sun to take him. i really didnt want that...oh no but he has a permintish reminder...pitty hes a kindred and will heal...hopefuly not fully." Gary smiled, "anyway they will take us there and then Ashcrofts goons can scout the city putting hte world out to the Kindred who now controls the city. I take it a few elysiums will have to be set up so...that might be one of hte main things you do"

"i know gary" She said turning her back, "why do i have the feeling you know more then your letting on or is it you have people in the city already you just want someone to control them?" she asked not even waiting for an answer.

"cos...im a Nosferatu its our job to know things" she said even tho she wasnt in the room.

OOC: Are you about to dock in an Otagian city then? Or is this a stop-over? I'd like to know before I make my next IC post.

OOC: Are you about to dock in an Otagian city then? Or is this a stop-over? I'd like to know before I make my next IC post.

a Otagian city any one reall tho the capital would be cool, but anything big maby like...LA or New Yorkish style city =D

OOC: Glenmarch it is then. Largish city, on the coast, lots of prey for you. Known for its botanical gardens, the largest in Otagia.

IC: Marco leaned against a cargo container, watching the large ship pull into the port. He watched as the Cappadocian and her Kindred retinue exited the vessel. Walking up to the ramp, he caught them just as they exited the ship.

"Ms. Kayla, I presume? I'm Marco. Blake sent me to pick you up. Would you like any help with your bags?"

OOC: Glenmarch it is then. Largish city, on the coast, lots of prey for you. Known for its botanical gardens, the largest in Otagia.

IC: Marco leaned against a cargo container, watching the large ship pull into the port. He watched as the Cappadocian and her Kindred retinue exited the vessel. Walking up to the ramp, he caught them just as they exited the ship.

"Ms. Kayla, I presume? I'm Marco. Blake sent me to pick you up. Would you like any help with your bags?"


Kayla looked at gary, "and he is?" she asked.

"he just said didnt he, Marco dont ask me" he said from under his cloak "im not the all know master of the universe...well not yet atlest"

"No i fine Marco all i have is with me or will be take by some of my personel Bodyguards" she pointed to ashcroft and some others, all could see were carrying some form of firearm but also some had a blade and others nothing. AS Marco opened the door to the first car for her she turned to Ashcroft who was behind her. "get so of your boys and girls to scout the city, find good locations for elysiums, after that come back. IF any kindred are found in the city make shore they know whos in charge, i also want to know if any others are attempting to make a grasp for power. Deal with them" she added.

"of corse" he turned and called over a small group and muttered to them, they quickly left to do as they were told.

The car slowly pulled out of the pier, and headed down the highway. As soon as the car was onto the highway, Marco turned, swinging up a shotgun, leveling it at head level to the Kindred in the back seat.

"This thing is filled with Dragonsbreath rounds, so I'd suggest not moving. Just sit nice and tight until we get to our destination. I'd really rather not have to set this car on fire, I just got it cleaned."

OOC: BTW, Marco is NOT driving. He's riding shotgun, ironicly.

the thing crouched low like a gargoyle; peering over the side of the building by the docks; it's face twisted; a multi-eyed rictus of pain and suffering; tongue loling out, from fanged mouth, lapping its face with blind devotion; as it turned swiftly; watching, following with its countless eyes, growling lowly as it leapt from rooftop to rooftop, panting like a dog as it cowered before it's master; whispering in half-human grunts; a smile crossing it's masters face. It had pleased him. It liked it when he was pleased...

Ruby wine ran from veins, enshrined like sepulchre; gleaming with blood sweat, alight with artificial vigor as it coursed down his hand, and the thing rose on once-human hind legs, to lap and suckle.

"Good...So; we have visitors, do we? I shall have to deal with that, shall I not?" He chuckled softly. "The night is young yet, young enough for us to rally forth the troops. Such a good pet..." Hand idly drifting over its scarred skull. "Now; let us begin...."

The car slowly pulled out of the pier, and headed down the highway. As soon as the car was onto the highway, Marco turned, swinging up a shotgun, leveling it at head level to the Kindred in the back seat.

"This thing is filled with Dragonsbreath rounds, so I'd suggest not moving. Just sit nice and tight until we get to our destination. I'd really rather not have to set this car on fire, I just got it cleaned."

OOC: BTW, Marco is NOT driving. He's riding shotgun, ironicly.

Kayla smiled at Marco closing her eyes then opening them, strangely her skin changed to a stone like look.

"now now, Gary" she said, Gary knew what she wanted and he vanished, the window beside him was open. "now you have a problem, you have a invisible Nosy you have no idea where he is. You have right in front of you a vampire who has lasted though the ages, you think i did that by being stupid and weak. Right now i wouldnt care if this car crashed and went up in a ball of fire i would still walk out of it with ease, fucking mortal" she finished. Muttering under her breath she looked up, "oh by the way did i warn you that my pet was following, the Wraith who owes me a favor or two....if im not mistake hes about to well.....i dont want to spoile it for you."

Suddenly a fist went though the roof above the drive Grabing head on both sides, "got him Ka" Gary said.

OOC: befor i go any futher Kayla would at this point use highted scenes to find out if this guy has a heart beat so does he?

They wouldn't have to worry about that soon; soon they wouldn't have to worry about anything. Automatic fire tore from a rooftop; the howl of bullets on the road and at the moving car; as though something moved in pursuit; flanking it. Bullets hurtled forth, destined for glass and bodywork and wheels. Before something slammed into the road in front of them; a screaming, mewling thing, with sharp bone and twisted flesh.

Simon slammed another magazine home as he opened fire again; leaping down from the building as he did, landing, graceful and languid as a cat; another thing moved past him in the shadows; hissing as it hurled itself into a gallop; pursuing the car.

"Go my little pets; go. Welcome our new guests; and show them the folly of the company they keep, ja?"

OOC: They have heartbeats. And, if you had bothered to check, they also have auras that are black shifting to red. :)

IC: Marcus groaned. "Trust me lady, you did NOT want to do that. I mean, really, we could just be overly parano- SHIT!"

The car swerved as the monstrous creature slammed to the ground in front of the car. The driver twisted the wheel, trying to avoid ramming the beast. Too little, too late. The car spun, flipping onto its side, spraying up sparks as it flew towards the Slatzcha.

Reaching forward, the two in the front seat pressed their palms against the rear-view mirror-

And vanished, leaving the two Kindred barreling towards the bloodthirsty flesh beast.

OOC: They have heartbeats. And, if you had bothered to check, they also have auras that are black shifting to red. :)

IC: Around the hand grasping his head, Marco sighed. "Everything seems to go wrong at once. Miss, you really won't like me when I'm angry."

Reaching up, he grabbed Gary's wrist, and changed. One moment, he was human. The next, massive claws were clutching the wrist, the Kindred's hand barely covering the massive muzzle of the beast. Silver fur covered the creature's body, and the seat beneath it had buckled under the weight. Lips pulled back to reveal fangs the size of a man's fist.

Next to him, the driver had also changed in a single instant. A great mane of dark red fur now rose across his broad neck, hackles rising as saliva dripped from his hungry maw. Eyes burning with rage, the giant turned towards the Vampire in the back seat, and pounced with a blood-curdling howl, flying through the back window of the car along with his victim.


OOC: Gary had hold of The driver

They wouldn't have to worry about that soon; soon they wouldn't have to worry about anything. Automatic fire tore from a rooftop; the howl of bullets on the road and at the moving car; as though something moved in pursuit; flanking it. Bullets hurtled forth, destined for glass and bodywork and wheels. Before something slammed into the road in front of them; a screaming, mewling thing, with sharp bone and twisted flesh.

Simon slammed another magazine home as he opened fire again; leaping down from the building as he did, landing, graceful and languid as a cat; another thing moved past him in the shadows; hissing as it hurled itself into a gallop; pursuing the car.

"Go my little pets; go. Welcome our new guests; and show them the folly of the company they keep, ja?"

OOC: ANd I fired at the car and had Slatzcha attack...

OOC: Edited. And Chronos, its kinda hard to respond to a Slatzcha attack when everybody is stuck inside the car. I'm attempting to get the fight out onto the street, where its a bit easier to have a nice big brawl. Or run away. Or both.

OOC: But one ran in front of it....Which could make it crash; bringing us to the street :D

You know what, fine. If you insist, I'll rewrite the post. Doing so now.

OOC: BUMP. Btw, if I have offended anyone with my tone, I apologize. My sense of humor doesn't translate well to the written word.

The thing hissed as it whirled; the car impacting it; shattering its body; even as another leapt forth against the wreckage; blood splattered the wreckage; the scent rising on the air even as Simon advanced; slowly; smirking lightly. Grinning now, as he let his weapon rise once again; glancing at the car.

"Now; what do we have here...?"