Gangrel Clan Meeting

[Headstrong]

A motorcycle drove nearer, Headstrong in the saddle. For those with superhuman powers of perception it was indeed a sight to behold.

Like the monster of Frankenstein the bike consisted of painstakingly selected parts from multiple beautiful donors that had been brought together to create a new, better kind of bike but as with Frankenstein's monster this thing looked hideous once granted locomotion.

Headstrong cared little, she had put nights into envisioning the bike on paper and years in acquiring the parts. When her baby roared to life she didn't care it was hideous, her eyes saw like only a loving mother did when it came to her bike.

The bike roared angrily, somehow combining violent ferocity with modest volume, before dying a dozen yards from the gathered Gangrel. Headstrong got off and approached her clan mates, looking at each and every one of them, lingering only shortly on each and their luggage or lack thereof.

Headstrong wears a dark green biker jacket that poorly conceals something bulky and long -probably her weapon- on her back. From underneath the dark green a lighter Poison t-shirt glares angrily at the world. From the hulking womans belt dangled a big sheathed knife, a flashlight and an harmonica. These clanked against her massive legs none too fleshy legs covered in blackish grey denim. Her combat boots crushed grass into the ground wherever her heavy tread carried her.

"Evening." she concluded to be the best greeting, her face an example of stone-faced neutrality, as she took up her space in the 'circle' of Gangrel.

[Konstantin Malevich]

Konstantin greets each vampire as he or she arrives, and after Headstrong arrives, he takes a moment to look over the assembled Gangrel. Most of the local Savages known to him are present, as are several he hadn't known about until now. He wasn't sure what to make of Aesop, but suspected he might be one who had retreated too far into the Beast, and planned to talk to him later.

He noticed that Father Black - Bishop Black, now - had not arrived, which - along with the Clan/Covenant leaders meeting - made two significant events he'd failed to attend in a row. If the Bishop didn't show, Konstantin would make a point of dropping by the Bishop's church for a talk, as it didn't look good for so prominent a member of the clan to be so negligent of duties.

Deciding that most who were likely to show had probably arrived, Konstantin stands and bangs the haft of his spear against a tree stump to get everyone's attention.

"This meeting starts now," he says. "If more show, they can join in."

Konstantin looks at each vampire present, then continues. "Some of you know each other, but it looks like most do not know the others. I recognize some, but know none of you well. Some I do not know at all. I am Konstantin, Priscus of Clan Gangrel. This position is mine as one of very few of Clan Gangrel to survive the Lost Nights, and because I am of stronger blood than the others. If I keep position, I do so by the strength of my blood and my body. If any wish to make a challenge, we will discuss that later." He looks each of the others in the eye, predator to predator, showing he has no fear of any such challenge.

"First, let us show each other the truth of our blood. Any who use your blood gift to make your Beast seem stronger, do not do that now. Let us stand before each other as we are, showing our true blood strength."

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Konstantin: Blood Potency 3

[BloodiedClaws]

Fenix nods, putting the Testament away and dropping the power that masks his blood. He steps forward, knowing he would probably not be the strongest there, but nonetheless, confident in his ability.

Fenix: BP 2

[Roxie Hart]

Roxie Hart: Blood Potency 2

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"Well isn't that just peachy," Roxie is initially unable to keep her thoughts to herself as she comes into the area. A real dick waving contest, she thinks to herself, just to set the tone of the whole night to come. Peachy-fucking-keen. She looks around at the rest of her local Clan, coming to the sobering realization that she was exactly fifty percent of the female part of the clan.

Not with a little bit of pride, she thought that the two of them could scrape the face off any of the other's on the pavement if it came down to it. Maybe not the ugly guy in the biker jacket.

While everyone takes the time to whip out their tape measures and compare dick sizes, she appraises the men for the likelihood that she'd sleep with them. It's not like the two trains of thought were very far apart. Injin Joe looked interesting, he was young and not wholly unattractive, and he had a confused air that she could use to keep on top during. Mister Speaker her was more her body type, and he had scars which were always sexy, but the beard was approaching turn off status. Big shoes though, that was promising, she wondered if he'd shave it. It's not like it wouldn't grow back the next night. The only other one that she was remotely interested in was mister Cargo Pants. There was something about him beyond the tattoos and attitude that was, and this was not a phrase she actually knew but if she did she would use it, diabolically sexy.

She resisted the urge to pick at her clothing. The hiking shorts were far more appropriate on her and the red Aloha shirt did not suddenly need to be adjusted. She made sure that she got the buttons right, not that she got them wrong ever, but it was a minor concern when she had things she was going to. The bright sun over the sandy beach was her own little poke at irony, and she doubted that anyone could see her guns. She thought that maybe she didn't need to hide them, but it was a habit she had gottern used to, and she had done it before thinking about it when she got to the meeting place.

I knew this shadow once...

[02] Someone rolls 8 to Touch of shadow @ guns (1s Subtract)
4, 2, 9, 8, 2, 5, 6, 4 (2 successes)
[01] Someone rolls 8 to Touch of shadow @ guns (1s Subtract)
8, 7, 5, 8, 7, 6, 10, 8 (4 successes)
Someone rolls 8 to Touch of shadow @ ammo belt (1s Subtract)
8, 9, 1, 7, 10, 7, 7, 10 (3 successes)
The .44s and the belt with the ammo is invisible

[Sean]

Sean rolls his eyes. This comparison of blood was one of the things he hated about Kindred society, not so much because of the principle of the thing but because some asshole always had a bigger Beast.

If everything went well with Samael, though, all that might change.

He drops the gift of his blood that allows the savage mien of his beast to put on its facade of strength, and his position on the totem pole becomes more obvious to those around him.

Sean O'Neill - Blood Potency 2

Looking around, Sean winks at Lori. He's got the impression that she's pretty pissed off at him, exactly the reason why he's been dodging her around town. He knew he was gonna see her tonight, though, and he couldn't make it look like he'd been avoiding her. Then he sees the leggy blond approach the meeting and steals Sean's attention altogether. To him, Roxie looked good enough to eat, and his gaze follows her as she walks over to their circle. As the Beast growls, and protests in the presence of so many other Beasts of varying strengths, the Man watches the blond. It was a shame it was so dark out here, he'd like to get a better look at her, and it occurs to him that he'd be able to see her just fine by the light of the overhead lamp, in the backseat of the boosted Accord he had arrived in.

He grins at her when he notices her looking his way, and then turns his attention back to the meeting.

[Majunior]

If Peter is uncomfortable, he doesn't show it. If Peter is impressed, he doesn't show it. Without getting up or looking around, he simply holds that little bit of himself back. Besides, the blood is nice, but it's not the only way to power. Given study time, Peter was sure he'd be able to take on any of the other Savages here. And time, as they say, is on his side.

Yes it is.

Blood Potency 1

[Headstrong]

Outwardly, Headstrong shows no sign of change, not even a subtle shift of posture betrayed her. Inwards though, she suppressed the exaggerated part of her inner predator.

Headstrong - Blood Potency 3

And proceeded to subdue the instincts of frenzied violence and murderous exsanguination that immediately assailed her stalwart mind. The single person here that invokes a similar amount of rage was the lancer, Konstatin. He and she obviously were head and shoulders above the rest. A vast gap of power yawned between them and the bulk of the Gangrel which in turn were more potent than two others, either new or freshly risen.

The Indian felt weak, almost as weak as the man with a red action figure on his shirt. The one that made a point of bringing the Lancea et Sanctum to this meeting was of average potency, followed closely by the two Janies. The womanizer felt somewhat stronger.

There was a sort of ferine joy in watching how they now shrank back from her and Konstatin. Sure, they tried to stand their ground, to even hide their fear but none possessed the composure to suppress every subtle sign.

How very much unlike her, who did maintain the stone-faced neutral look despite the temptation to do otherwise. Though perhaps she was unfair in her judgment, after all fear was more potent a motivator than anger ever was.

Her expressionless face slowly returned to Konstatin, awaiting his reaction to all this and whatever point was next on the agenda.

[Konstantin Malevich]

Although Konstantin's Beast urges him to mercilessly demonstrate his dominance over those of weaker blood, and to strike out at Headstrong so as to determine their relative strength, his rational side is glad to see that so many of these Gangrel have blood strength beyond that of a neonate, and that one of them matches the strength of his own blood. He is not surprised to see that is Headstrong, as she has the look of a true warrior.

He continues to be confused by Aesop, though... for one so strong in Protean and appearing to be so dominated by his Beast to be so weak of blood was surprising, and more than a bit troubling to him. Once again, he resolved to try to figure out more about this strange vampire as soon as possible.

"Good," he says to his clanmates. "Blood does not tell all, but it does tell some things, and is good we listen. But whatever your blood strength, you are all strong. We are all Gangrel. Strength is part of us as secrecy is part of the Shadows and wanting to rule is part of the Lords."

Konstantin looks at the others before continuing. "We must respect each other, and demand others respect us. Respect is easier if we know each other, so, we talk now. We talk one at a time, and as one talks, we listen to show respect. Say your name and your covenant if you are in one, and talk about your strengths and what you have achieved. We are stronger as a clan by knowing how each of is is strong, so if you have special skill or gifts of the blood unusual among our clan, speak of those as well."