Meeting somewhere dark

Mar 3rd, 2012 07:14 AM

A small wooden door on a back alley of a bustling street. Engulfed in darkness because of the shining lights of the main avenue.
A red X next to it. The door isn't closed.
It's one of those buildings who belong to no one, technically they do, but they are abandoned from centuries. Maybe.
Or decades. You never know.

That's the meeting spot.
Some people, might have heard the voice on the streets, the money moving. The silent whispers.
Others, might have outright heard it from Francesco himself.
But tonight is the meeting not of mens. Tonight is a kindred only meeting.
Call it executive meeting.
Francesco is outside, acting as a bouncer. Or better yet, as a way to understand who's kin and who's not.
His aspect of the predator is on, but the dim light makes it useless to use the bloom of life. Especially tonight.

**Chris Wooding** · Mar 3rd, 2012 06:54 PM

The first curious predator arrives after a while, he doesn't feel as one, but Francesco should recognize the face of Chris Wooding. In this night, the Mekhet trusts his heightened senses.

It is one of the few thinks I can 'try' to trust.

He nods to Franceso. 'Good evening.' Chris had heard about it somewhere. With his herd consisting of those few pagan freaks in Sactown, and other strange folks, you'd be surprised what to hear now and then.

Chris in his suit

**James Calloway** · Mar 3rd, 2012 07:09 PM

A silver Honda Shadow rolled to a slow stop two blocks from the 'meeting'. A rider dressed in black dismounts, removing a black helmet and strapping it to the bike. He wears a dark, armored riding jacket and shakes his head for a moment, feeling the breeze in his hair. James Calloway had arrived, and he was most curious about the events that would take place tonight, whatever they were to be. He'd simply heard about it on his rounds, whispers in the shadows about something hidden and exclusive. He checked the alleyway carefully, and caught the back of a man who looked familiar to him entering a door. Chris Wooding, that was his name -- they had met at the Asylum days before.

He does not waste his time with Aspect of the Predator; no, his blood is potent as all hell, and requires no fraudulent empowerment. He follows Mr. Wooding in, his piercing blue eyes sizing up the Mekhet and his cousin. His Beast sniffed away at Chris Wooding, detecting no Beast, and his Blood screams its fury at the seemingly equally powerful host of the meeting. Wrestling back the urge to sprout his deadly tiger's claws and shred the other Gangrel while Chris Wooding looked on just for a show of dominance, Jim regained control of his Beast and smiled. "Hello, gentlemen." He offered Chris a handshake. "Good to see you again, Mr. Wooding." He then turned to the new Kindred and said, "Good evening. I'm James Calloway."

**Vampire ST** · Mar 3rd, 2012 09:02 PM

http://nwod.org/wiki/images/Arnold_Culler.jpg

The open doorway is suddenly darkened, light limning a silhouette that fills the frame. It's obvious the man is huge, and his fedora dips as he steps in.

Arnold Culler's voice is attention grabbing and sonorous, full like the sound of James Earl Jones. It rumbles through the night, filling the room as his body did the doorway.

"Who called this meeting?"

Arnold Culler
Giant
Mask of Tranquility

Mar 4th, 2012 03:57 AM

José was invited by his Gangrel cousin to an unusual gathering. Francesco was mostly secretive about it, but had left also a hint about that unfinished bike matter.

The Brazilian, then, decides to give the talkative Giovanni some more attention Discussing Sacramento streets, huh? Ok, I think it'll be good to start to inform myself about the topic...

When José reaches the indicated address he hears familiar voices inside the room, although all he sees is a towering man standing at the doorway. The Exu don't notices any bestial presence coming from him, but José had learned that some kindred, somehow, can silence their inner demons completely.

José approaches the door in the very moment the man soundly announces himself. The Savage however don't says a word, waiting to see if the Exu introduction will be felt by the huge stranger I need to know first if I'm dealing with an unknown vampire or just with food... if so, an abundant meal indeed...

**Chris Wooding** · Mar 4th, 2012 06:51 AM

With a good humored nod Chris shakes James' hand. 'Indeed Mr. Calloway, a good evening.' The Vala is wondering, how real 'mafia' this actually is. He had heard the stories of real Kindred Mafia, of course, that family stays in Italy. But wow deep into the 'criminal shit' would this Franceso be?

There's not a lot of time to wonder about that. Goddess protect me. The Big Bad Oldie just appeared above surface.

Chris remembers that guy.

Poor Franceso.

Mar 4th, 2012 08:32 AM

Francesco had replied to the guy with the suit first, when he had come up to him.
Good evening. I'm afraid the meeting has been postponed... I'm here to warn those who's cellphone is off. not *was* but *is*. that, coupled with the stressed wording, should be enough. At least, if one doesn't have the wits to understand the secret meaning of the sentence, it's no use.

Then the other guy came through, or better yet, the other kindred. This one he felt.
The exchange of handshake between him and the other guy, human? ghoul? made him think a while before actually saying something else.
Good evening, Mr Calloway is it? Is it perhaps that you and Mr Wooding share the same...nightly interests? he added.

Then someone else came by again.
This one was big. It dimmed the light, and it's looming over Frankie wasn't a good sign. Just how big could someone become?
No beast, again. Was this one a general thug? thugs so big could make excellent muscles, but bad executives.
As a matter of fact, as I was saying to these others fellows who had the decency to speak politely instead of assuming.
the meeting has been postponed; is your cellphone *off* by any chance?

Then another one, again, this beast however, yes, this one he felt and recognized, as the brazilian Josè came too, after the giant. At least it would be a fair three on two fight, if the two turned out simple thugs or not kindreds...and if they didn't intend to leave.

OOC

**James Calloway** · Mar 4th, 2012 01:45 PM

"Mr. Calloway, is it?" You've got to be shitting me. Something about that condescension from a random neonate he'd never met didn't sit well with James. The Civilized keeps his cool, polite mask of a face on, but rankles somewhat internally. "It is. And Mr. Wooding here has been enjoying those nightly interests in this city for longer than I." He gave the man at the door a once over, feeling his powerful Beast screaming at his and gritting his teeth slightly at the urge to shred him... but then, his Beast's potential rampage was interrupted.

Jim looked up. He looked waaaaaaaaaaayyy up at the giant who had made his way over and asked the ominous question. He felt no Beast, but there was something so odd about his face -- it was dark and so deformed under the hat... Francesco, however, seemed unconcerned, going on like some kind of gangster. Jim had no idea who the big guy was, but he was suddenly very wary. He locked eyes with Chris Wooding for a moment, remaining silent and letting the 'bouncer' do the talking. After all, this was Francesco's party. He had to be pretty tough if he was going to call a meeting like this.

**Roxie Hart** · Mar 4th, 2012 08:26 PM

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/26086972/Edge%20of%20Darkness/Roxie%20Jeans.jpg

The legcellent Gangrel heard about some meeting. Her jeans and leather coat could blend in nearly anywhere. She of all people liked to keep tabs on this sort of thing. Roxie Hart stepped up to the door. This bald guy was at court and didn't Brady talk to him, and well... Her beast began ferociously snarling within at the little beast at the door. The Jim guy, saw him at court and well. That was about it.

She gave a quick nod of her head to Culler. Years of mingling, or seeing each other at court, she still respected him as a former Regent. Being fiesty and cordial was hard work. So she lit up a smoke and waited. Smoke blowing in the direction of Francisco, she quickly said her name. "Roxie." There was another look to the door guy with a 'figure it out' expression.

**Vampire ST** · Mar 4th, 2012 08:26 PM

"That's a stupid euphemism."

Arnold took a step closer.

As he did, he let the soft, silken sheet covering the monster inside fall away, revealing a strong, powerful predator.

Everyone roll for Frenzy (Predator's Taint) with +1.
Anyone with an average Blood pool of 4 or less subtracts 1 dice for Hunger penalty (VtR 179).

Arnold Culler
Giant
Blood Potency ••••

Meeting somewhere dark

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