The Sanctified Gather

**Dillon Connery** · Aug 17th, 2011 07:38 AM

As the Deputy ascends the pulpit, Dillon briefly imagines what a religious function led by Conner Greyson would be like. No doubt the opposite of the estranged Anton Flores, who the Gangrel had also not witnessed perform a mass, but imagined a homily colored of hellfire and brimstone. He pictures Greyson droning on in that near-monotone of his, as though it was boring him into Final Death. Nipping the daydream in the bud before he starts chuckling, Dillon stands and nods politely to the direction of Deacon and Deputy.

"Good evening, sirs. You both have my number; should any assistance from me be required, you will have it."

In his unfailingly un-Savage manners, Dillon will hold the front door open for the others as they leave, offering Ariana and Josephine similar farewells.

Aug 17th, 2011 10:22 AM

As Ariana stood up, she spoke to Sidor. “I believe we understand the reason for the cancellation.” She glanced at Conner for a moment before heading to the door.

“You know how to reach me should you need anything.” She nodded to Josephine and Dillon before she left. Ariana hoped that Sidor and Conner could determine what had happened and that it was not something that would scar the Covenant. She hoped one man's actions did not overshadow the entire group.

Aug 17th, 2011 07:19 PM

"No apology is necessary," Josephine shook her head swiftly. She gave a quick goodbye to Dillon. "Like Harpy Donovan said, we understand the reasons." She glanced from Conner to Sidor; it looked as though she wanted to say something further, but refrained and left after the other two Kindred.

Aug 17th, 2011 08:40 PM

Sidor watched them leave and glanced up at Conner when they were out. His voice was crisp, sharp. "The best laid plans, Deputy Greyson. How much time do we have?"

If I were not Damned, I would ask forgiveness for what I must do. As it is, I ask only guidance that I may do it cleanly and without the pleasure of the Man Within, who looks over my shoulder and tempts me with what I could have been.

**Max Heinz** · Aug 17th, 2011 11:09 PM

*As the Sanctified meeting breaks up, a late model BMW pulls up and rolls to a stop. The Reeve steps out, having drove alone to keep Samantha out of harms way. He takes a quick look around before heading to the trunk of the car. Grabbing the usual items he carries when expecting trouble, Max ignores the other Kindred and heads directly into the House.

He nods to Greyson and Grigoriev, trying to force his body to relax and get ready for what was to come.* Good evening gentlemen...

Preparations

Aug 17th, 2011 11:38 PM

Sidor nodded to Max, his shadowed face impassive. He pulled a plain, white paper mask from his pocket, and put it over his face. He muttered under his breath in Russian, his eyes closed. The mask practically exploded into dust a moment later and Sidor jerked. His body seemed to smoulder for a moment, and the air around him filled with the scent of sulphur.

When he moved again, dark red light seemed to bleed into the air after him, as though he was vibrating with some deadly, unearthly presence. In the shadows on his face, light could be seen flicking across his profile, the contrast only enhancing the disturbing, impossible to read nature of his curse.

"Are we ready then?" the Deacon said, and his voice was no longer a scalpel, wielded expertly. It was an express train to the face, dual-toned, something inhuman and unearthly beneath it. Something that felt like it could shake the earth. The shadows around him seemed to move with him, as though he were dragging them with his new, hellish form.

8 successes

Aug 18th, 2011 12:42 AM

"No... You spoke of a ritual, Hauberk of Blood." Conner asked. "You stated it would take Vitae to do it. I will give you the Vitae." Conner says, "if you will provide the ritual?" Conner said with a quick flick of the wrist a Dagger slid out into his hand. He pressed it against his wrist and waited for the word.

Aug 18th, 2011 12:50 AM

Sidor nodded, the motion leaving red-black flickers in the air behind him. One smoking hand picked up the chalice from the autopsy table that served as the altar here, and he held it beneath Conner's wrist.

"You also, Reeve Heinz? The more blood, the more protection I can bestow," the voice spoke as if it could shake the foundations of the Earth. He could give none himself. His banishment had left his veins empty. He prevented himself from breathing in, giving his full focus to the flow of will he was providing.

**Max Heinz** · Aug 18th, 2011 09:20 PM

*Max nods, the Mekhet being intimately familiar with blood letting ceremonies. He too presents his wrist forward, taking care to pull the sleeve of his button-up shirt back so as not to stain it. He was eager to find out what situation the three Kindred currently found themselves in; but that could wait until the preparations were complete.*

**West** · Aug 19th, 2011 08:32 AM

Let's go ahead and start a new Scene...

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2011-08-17 22:19:51		Sidor Rurikovitch Grigoriev rolls 11 to Damned Radiance (10 Again)		8, 10, 10, 4, 9, 5, 9, 5, 10, 3, 8, 4, 9, 7		8 successes

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