Fists of Fury

[AlphaStrike]

Zach stepped into the fitness center, still suited up, but Blushed, and carrying a duffel bag with his exercise equipment in it. Zach walks by the Studio where Callum is prepping, gives him the "what's up nod" and continues back to the men's locker room. Having changed, Zach comes back to the studio dressed in a tight fitting black stretch shirt and a pair of loose fitting exercise pants.

"Hey, what's happening Callum?"

Zach's retainer had been keeping him up to date on the modern night's slang, mostly by watching "popular" TV shows. Zach didn't really care for Jersey Shore, but the First Tradition needed keeping, even if it required playing stupid.

[Mike]

Erich arrived in a simple white tank top and black sweat pants. The look was...

odd.

Over his shoulder he carried a large black back that held fencing gear. This could be assumed by the two foils crossed on the side of it.

Setting the gear in a corner and kicking off his shoes he walks barefoot onto the mat towards the others.

"Hey Griffiths, McCann." A thought seems to cross his mind, and that flashes in his face.

"Mr. McCann, we have hardly spoken. Let me buy you dinner soon. I like to stay in touch with family." He flashed the man a grin.

[Tracy Burns]

The loud sounds of a motorcycle were heard outside, as Tracy pulled up next to studio and parked her bike. The Gangrel Deputy was wearing her usual getup, which consisted of black pair of jeans, a black leather jacket, a red tank top and a pair of combat boots. It certainly wasn't what you would expect someone to wear at a martial arts dojo, unless you were already familiar with the feisty little Savage. As she stepped through the door, the animal inside let out a guttural snarl at the weaker Beasts around, urging the petite redhead to over her dominance through violence. However, Tracy reminded her Beast who was the one in charge, pushing the thing back into its cage. One of the perks of being a Dragon is that she had learned to be more disciplined, so petty fits of defiance were easily quelled by her own will.

"Mr. McCann," said Tracy to the Daeva, offering a smile in greeting to her fellow Deputy. Of the other two Kindred present, she knew Zach due to the fact that she was his Whip, and the other Daeva she recognized from the debates. Passions, if my memory does not fail me, the Gangrel mused to herself as her emerald green eyes scrutinized the two of them. "Mr. Griffiths, Mr. Passions." She gave the two of them a half-nod respectively before shifting slightly to address the whole group as a whole. "I hope you gentlemen are enjoying your evening so far," added the petite Savage, a smirk forming on the corner of her lips.

-1 Vitae for Blush of Life

[Chris Wooding]

With the advantages of coming here piling up - some extra exercise, get to know an official better, stay up to date - Chris could hardly stay away. He arrives wearing his own training suit, it is quite casual. But to be sure, he also has his other training clothes with him in a rather large sports bag.

Of course there's no apparent reason to show off things he's already good at.

'Good evening everyone, Mr McCann, Miss Burns.' Of course there's a difference between 'everyone' and the officials.

And, there is a difference between everyone and him. Erich Passions. The Hierophant smiles. This is already an interesting evening.

[Martha Villiers]

Martha is skipping and limping along from the locker room to Studio.

Her Blush of Life is on for the benefit of the Mortals. She's dressed neatly in her gymslip, a simple white cotton blouse and her blonde hair neatly tied with red ribbons into two twin tails.

Her gymslip stops at her knees. In deference to the dojo status of the studio she is barefooted. Having left her simple black shoes by the door. It's obvious she wears no blazer or hat. Her cane is held lightly and hooked over one arm.

Tiny Martha takes the chance to steady her Beast as she bows to the dojo.

Rising from her bow, she smiles cheerily to all those present.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" she chirps.

-1 Vitae for Blush of Life

[Dillon Connery]

Very similar to Wooding, the Reeve's choice of training attire consists of a gray tank top and black running pants. Only, if you look closely at his feet, you will see a pair of Tabi rather than shoes.

As the demon dog swells up in the back of Dillon's mind in response to the few others it can sense, its master can be seen casually slipping his car keys into a duffel slung over his shoulder. He seems to be paying little heed to the vicious triple-snarl of canine fury emanating from him, except that for a passing second the muscles across his bare arms and broad shoulders stand in sharp relief. Physical and literal restraint keeps him from making a great mess of the situation.

When hazel eyes look up from the small task to greet the others, a bright, lopsided smile forms.

"Good evening everyone," he says simply, echoing the tiny Herald.

If he has any thoughts on the other participants beyond approval of the presence of his Deputies and Ranger, it isn't visible.

I hate to keep being *that guy*, but...

@Mike / @AlphaStrike :
*cough cough* PREDATOR'S TAINT *cough cough*
Final Warning

[Mike]

The Shark had preffered the presence of the more familiar and weaker beasts, but with the influx of those after him, the Shark was even less happy.

"Always have time to learn another art cousin. Always..." he replies to Callum while avoiding the actual question. He's too distracted with entrance of the Deputy.

The Deputy intrigued him, for all the Shark's vicious posturing and whimpering, the Lawyer had a desire to know more of this women.

He nodded to her slightly, "Miss Burns, I like the way you dress for a bit of exercise. Perhaps your fighting style is exactly what I'm looking for. I'd love to be your whipping boy if your looking for a sparring partner." Out of any other mouth, from any other man, spoken in any other way, it would have sounded like the sleaziest statement in the world. Somehow, he managed to make it a bit... charming.

  3sux

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-03-12 16:05:36		Erich Passions rolls 10 to Seduction 1st roll Pre3+Per4+Spec1+SL4 (10 Again)		5, 9, 6, 8, 7, 5, 1, 9, 5, 1		3 successes

Then that Fucking Heriophant had to show up. Erich offered him a polite, friendly smile. The type of smile that screams fake.

The Herald is offered a polite nod at her arrival. "Miss Villiers."

Then the Reeve had to enter. Snapping up the attention of The Shark like fresh blood in the water. But this blood smelled of only danger and death. Erich hides his grunt with a slightly clearing of his throat.

"Mr. Connery, good evening."

[AlphaStrike]

Zach was glad he wasn't at court. At court, he couldn't have the Taker awake. It had to sleep at court. Here, in the wonderfully free training area, it could be awake. Well, free compared to an Invictus court.

Callum's beast was familiar enough to provoke only the mildest response, but as each new face arrived, it got more and more tense. Not afraid. Oh, certainly not that. But hungry. And grabby. And TAKEY

Too bad Zach wanted these people to like him more than the beast wanted to play with them.

As each one comes in, Zach returns their greetings. As Callum asks about Zach's combat abilities, Zach nods affirmatively. "Yeah, I've got quite the experience in the ring. Lately, I've been expanding my talents, too. Picked up some knife fighting and shooting ability, although I'm still very much the beginner. Been looking into getting some time behind the wheel of a car, too. I've been having all kinds of fun."

OOC

Zach has blood potency ASPECT OF THE PREDATOR for this scene. He's at least as beastly as you are.