Nosferatu Clan Meeting

Jun 1st, 2011 07:12 AM

Josephine turned to meet the fleeing Anton and her eyes flickered to the spear as it loomed closer. She tried to adjust her movement, to sidestep out of the way. But to no avail. A brief flicker of sardonic thought crossed her mind as the weapon pierced her flesh: You win some, you los-

By the time she was kicked from the spear, sensation of pain was lost in the fog of Torpor. Josephine was lost to strange dreams; hazy but disturbing in its content. Scalpels appeared to hover above her prone form. And then hands began to form, gripping surgeon's implements tightly. Patients circled her, drawing nearer, faces savage with bloodlust as they began to cut into her flesh.

This was not going to be a pleasant dream.

**Brenn Lawrence** · Jun 2nd, 2011 02:42 AM

Brenn's feet thundered into the pavement, her legs propelling her forward with sheer, physical power. Her only goal was to catch the fleeing Bishop, nothing else mattered. Josephine's body limply falling to the ground only heightened the building fervor in her veins and with a sudden burst of speed Brenn vaulted down the stairs, hurtling towards the spear-carrier with a growl. At the last moment she lunged forward, abandoning thought of everything but coming to grips with Anton. Brenn's arms wrapped around his waist and she hauled hard, trying to stop the attackers escape.

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Jun 2nd, 2011 02:46 AM

Sidor's dark eyes narrowed in the shadows as he watched Josephine fall and Brenn start to grapple with the fake Bishop. The suspicion, that glint of paranoia had quickly blazed into a bonfire, and his other hand delved back into his pocket. Not for another feather, but for his disposable cellphone. He hit Anton's number on speed-dial. He willed the blood in him to continue knitting the wounds together and waited for the answer.

The clues tugged at him. Only a Sanctified and someone who had expressed interest in coming to a meeting harmed. The ability to conceal a spear. No speech. The use of a spear at all.

He already knew that there would be no cellphone ring from the fleeing figure, because he no longer believed it to be Anton. He had a very good idea who had dared to attack a quiet clan gathering.

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**Dean** · Jun 2nd, 2011 02:58 AM

Sidor 2L | Anton 4B | Anasztaz | Josephine (Torpid) | Brenn

Anton grinds the haft of his spear against Brenn's windpipe, tearing out the grapple with a sudden burst of strength. The Haunt flees at inhuman speed, escaping the scene.

Grapple Broken

Combat Ended.

Jun 2nd, 2011 09:57 AM

"The meeting has just been attacked," Sidor's voice is sharp, concerned as he speaks into the telephone. "By someone wearing your skin, your Grace. One of our number is torpored. And I think we are both aware who the only individual in the Domain foolish enough to use an archaic weapon in public, such as a spear, is. We need your assistance urgently." He paused a moment, listening intently. "Understood," the Russian Haunt hung up the cell and tucked it back into his pocket at the same time as he holstered the Makarov.

"Miss Lawrence, Mr Veres, we need to get Dr. Powell out of the road. Miss Lawrence, I believe you brought your own car?" Sidor said, moving to Josephine's torpored form. The shadows looked like a gathering storm across his face. "The real Bishop Flores is enroute. This slight... this cowardly attack against our Clan... it will be avenged, I promise you."

**Nil** · Jun 2nd, 2011 11:40 AM

"If the motel is still available we should move her there momentarily, until the real Bishop arrives and we can draft a course ahead." Anasztaz suggests, following up on Sidor's suggestion regard the identity of the Anton.

"Bring the car over if possible, Miss Lawrence. We don't want to drag her such a long way back if we can help it."

**Dean** · Jun 2nd, 2011 01:59 PM

Minutes later, a chauffeured sedan pulls onto the motel lot, containing Anton Flores and Conner Greyson. The Bishop bursts from the passenger side, dressed in dark slacks and a button-down shirt, dishevelled enough that the bulge of the weapon he wears is visible.

He strides over to Sidor, his face a furious mask. The Beast is close to the surface tonight, seeping out of the subconscious and making his movement less natural and the absence of humanity clearer.

"Tell me who saw this," he demands, pulling Sidor aside.

Jun 2nd, 2011 04:04 PM

Conner, unlike his more direct counterpart, slides out of the back seat of the car. His walk is much calmer and more controlled then Anton's. Conner's senses are on alert as he makes his way over to the group of haunts. No emotion showing on his face just observing eyes. Conner looks to Sidor and those around. His eyes turn back to Sidor as the question is asked, taking stalk of his emotional state.

Aura Perception 3suxx

Jun 2nd, 2011 04:05 PM

"Just the clan members here, your Grace," Sidor said, his voice serious. "And of course, Dirge herself. I was able to drive her back by accessing my Sorcery. The Dark Blessing seemed to inspire a great deal of fear." The Russian Haunt looked equally furious, his sharp fangs extended as the shadows blurred in a tempest across his stoic features.

"Dr. Powell needs to be awakened. She attempted to intercept Dirge and... well, you can see how our insane former Priscus responded for yourself. She seemed to particularly target anyone with a vested interest in the Teachings of Longinius. I had invited Dr. Powell to attend Mass. It would have been a neat way to remove most of the Sanctified from the Domain... if it had been successful."

Sidor's Aura is blazing so brightly red, it looks as if a supernova is clouding around him.

Jun 2nd, 2011 05:06 PM

Conner knew how strong the beast was within Anton, just because his was behind a mask does not mean it was not quaking with fear at the ferocity of the beast within the other deputy. "Call his Majesty or the Reeve, ask for permission to try to wake her." Conner recommended, his voice quiet and calm.

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