Forn Clakes , FrereSebastian , ErlangShen
The call
A note was posted in the private area of the Nox the night before:
Good evening, fellow Kindred
For those of you willing to take on an assignment on short notice, there is a chance to better the situation in Florin for our kind and gain privileges in the Regency.
If interested, please come to *address* at midnight.
Michael Redfill, Regent of Florin
The house
The neighbourhood Redfill has summoned everyone to isn't the best one. Then again, no Vampire-occupied neighbourhood is. This one isn't gang-crazy like South Sacramento. Neither it is the endless feast of drug-addled partying and sweaty sex that is Downtown. Instead, it is dark. As the arriving Kindred make their way through Florin they will notice street-lights flickering from disrepair, huddled shapes motionless in the alleys. The rich driving by quickly in their cars. The poor and disenfranchised sticking to the shadows.
It is a place of darkness and secrets, where the air seems to cling to your skin and mansions are like gnarled trees spurting through the ground between the more normal dwellings. It might look different during the day but it's not something any Kindred will ever see with their own eyes.
The house Ablution occupies is pretty much the personification of the neighbourhood. Months before it had been in a state of horrible disrepair but time, effort and money have done their job. It now looms over the street, its white walls stark against the darkness. There is a fence: a thing of black metal with pointed tops. The gate is open.
The paved road leading to the door has rose bushes on either side, the plants are in full bloom but they are more wild and untamed than one would normally expect. The wind flutters by, carrying on it the scent of flowers and dereliction and a tree creaks softly.
Tonight, you are welcome.