O-Yama follows after Reeve Culler, ready to spring to the ready at a moments notice, should anything happen.
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O-Yama follows after Reeve Culler, ready to spring to the ready at a moments notice, should anything happen.
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Wilhelm follows as well, his blades sheathed though he knows that if necessary they will be in his hands in a moment.
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As they get downstairs and to the front door of the Asylum, they notice something brewing - a sense of tension - among a large cluster of kindred. They see Ishani in this mix, and they also notice Asa is with her.
Arnold, Wilhelm, O-Yama, Lazarus and Konstantin took their whole turns getting to the door, but can (if situation warrants) roll initiative and take other actions next turn.
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O-Yama watches as the tension builds, and notices Ishani and Prince Clarke amongst those assembled. The Prince was there, there was much he needed to talk to him about. He makes ready to fight, hand resting on the hilt of his katana, should a fight break out.
just in case
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Wilhelm notes the tension in the air and, more tellingly, O-Yama's hand straying to the hilt of his katana. It seemed, that he'd best be prepared in case a fight broke out.
Initiative: 12
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Mariel recoiled from the one labelled as Brood, backing closer into the Satyr Sean's personal space in a shameless attempt to get some free protection.
Michael seems...not himself. Doesn't look like he could kill a fly, she thought grimly, wishing that it was otherwise.
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"Yes, they're for anyone how's had their endowment," Michael answered. The rod felt cold in his hand.
He looked a little concerned when she tensed and followed her gaze, only now seeming to notice what was going on. "Who are they?" he asked uncertainly.
Something was tugging at the back of his head but his mind seemed chilled and he couldn't think clearly.
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Brood are bad, mkay? replied Mariel, using her belly to push her way through some of the gawking Kindred.
Sometimes they eat your soul, she whispered.
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Jayant is confused.....flashes of the future, his future, start to flood his young mind.....he sees a lifetime of servitude and protection......he craves to guard......the shadows start to take shape around him.......they look serpentine.....
Jayant is holding, focusing on protecting Ishani. Myrah's up.
Lazarus follows the group downstairs and to the exit of Avalon where he sees the remainder of the group in a hostile stance. The man he had met before, Olaf, seemed to have trouble brewing around him. The doctor prepared himself for combat.
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