Sunday Bloody Sunday

[Avis]

Avis paced up to the Forge, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of a hoodless windbreaker. Underneath it she wore her exercise hoody, yeah, the sleeveless one with the bleach stain and patched hole over her right breast, and sweatpants and black tennis shoes completed her outfit for this evening of mayhem. Well, she'd lose the windbreaker once she got inside. She only wore it to cover her arms from the eyes of the unknowing: rules 1 and 2, yo. Of course, rules 1 and 2 had an exception, which was why her lips twitched towards a smile when she saw Asp, Jono, and Animus already waiting outside. She was glad the others had heeded her summons to an Adamantine Mass this Sunday. She needed help praying to the alter of destruction tonight. Or, more accurately, walking away from it after the praying was done.

Avis trotted over the last few yards and slipped into the line, moving past Alison and trying to squeeze her way in front of Asp (it was somewhat difficult getting around Jono, but she was slim and managed it). They were her guests, after all. Would be irresponsible to let them talk to the doorman first.

"Hey, glad y'all made it. Should be a vigorous seminar tonight," she said, nodding to the other Arrows in greeting once she was in the lead.

Streetwise 2. Represent.

[Michael Redfill]

The most dangerous thing for a Kindred, especially for an Ordo Kindred, is falling into a routine. It was one of the things Andrey taught him first and Michael has realized how much it was true during his first years as a Vampire. They were creatures of habit and stagnation so routines were dangerous. What you need is Change. Change all the time.

So he gripped the grapevine by the balls and shook it until it bled and gave him info. A completely illegal underground all-out brawl. Perfect for a distraction and kicking that annoying self-obsession out of him.

Michael walks to the place as he really doesn't want to show off his extremely expensive car anywhere around such a place. His casual clothes fit him nicely, not allowing much room for being grappled. The Prince gets a somewhat surprised look and a polite nod of his head as Mike walks inside. He has learned his lesson: no deference or over-familiarity in public. Just an acquaintance, not the overlord of the metropolitan area.

Blush & Vigor active. Learned about the event through criminal sphere of influence and a bit of Streetwise.

[Velma]

  Hunting: 1suxx to pay for blush of life

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-24 17:09:22		Velma Star rolls 5 to Hunts: humanity cap 5 dice (10 Again)		5, 3, 4, 2, 10, 2		1 success

The Succubus had heard the news about the underground matches through a usual contact of hers. Underground cage matches evoked memories of the old underground boxing clubs during the twenties and the depression.

The raw brutality of two beings pushed to the boundaries of savagery had its appeal, not just to the beast that all kindred bore inside them, but in Velma’s case to the Ravager as well.

Before stopping by the Forge the Daeva took a quick meal, her recent tenancy in the Communal Hunting Grounds meant she had a larger buffet to choose from. It would do her no good to go with an empty stomach, especially to a place where violence could erupt at any moment and where blood would surely be spilled.

Dressing a vintage black leather jacket, black denim jeans, a pair of gloves and a fedora Velma moved inside. No bars could stop a Succubus on her tracks… with her blush firmly held she waited for her chance.

The very familiar face of the Prince stood amidst the small group, there was a smile for him. Michael’s beast made itself known as well, Velma smiled as well to the newly appointed Regent.

Noticing the line was growing large she sighted. She was growing impatient.

Blush of life active for the scene.
Velma heard of the match through her contacts and streetwise

[Dillon Connery]

Blood Potency ●●●●●
Blush of Life
Vigor and Resilience active

Keeping things very much simple on the fashion front, Dillon exits the '68 El Camino wearing an especially thin and stretchy enough tee shirt and pair of faded jeans. The kind of clothing he could move deceptively well in. Depending on the nature of tonight's contest, he may or may not remove the Doc Martens.

There is a fairly serious expression on the Savage's face for a moment. A storm brews behind his raptor gaze, but it softens as he sees familiar faces, and feels familiar Beasts in Velma Star and Michael Redfill. The monster within him, seemingly stronger and fiercer with each passing night, bucks at its master's control. It bucks hard. Snorting ash and cinder through six canine nostrils, as though knowing it can't be freed, but demanding anyway: Pay attention to me.

But Dillon heels it, the same as he always does. Homing in on the unmistakeable profile of @Asa Clarke in a silent gesture to the event's wardens. I'm with him.

At least for now. These things are no fun if you talk to the same vampires you see almost every night.

Dillon remarks dryly in a casual tone as he nears the Prince, "Praise the Lord and pass the mouth guards."

Vitae returned to full after feeding roll. Dillon is here because Asa clued him in. And Streetwise.

  nom

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-25 14:23:19		Dillon Connery rolls 6 to fedding roll; Humanity Cap (10 Again)		8, 5, 8, 6, 4, 8		3 successes

[Asa]

By the time Dillon showed up, Asa wondered if there had been a city-wide memo for all male Kindred to wear grey t-shirts.

The bare predators of the Regent and Succubus Priscus had been amplified by the energy in the air. The thought of having either, alone, locked in a cage, made his own exult in bloody rage. Even knowing them --one more so than the other-- it took effort. Another reason to have arrived earlier, than later. Yet he calmed it. Eventually Redfill got a nod and friendly smile. He winked at Velma, but didn't close the distance.

There were others. The Man noticed, but The Beast ignored. An attractive, out of place woman who knew Swilla as well. She tweaked at his memory. A scarred man. Another attractive woman, but who had come for business. How did he know? The first time he'd asked Ishani to wear a dress. Those leathers would give her an edge, as body armor, and he mentally saluted her for that. Somewhere, lost in the faceless crowd, there'd been a smile. There usually was. It hadn't stood out. Not like the others.

Dillon Connery.

For the first time in a long time, the man was curious. Maybe it was the mood, the setting. Or Dillon's manner of dress. He wondered.

Do you wonder?

Of course he did. He must. And they could find out. Tonight. The Beast was a clever thing. How it waited. Locked away, for so long. It surged, and the muscles at the base of his jaw tightened as he warred with it. With the Blood. Without. Man and Beast, for a moment, were in accord. The desire to know. He closed his eyes, the blackness of his inner eyes, splashed with the sticky blood of rage from his subconscious more manageable than the actual sight of the Savage Priscus.

Savages.

He'd spoken of them once. To Katrina. Maybe that was part of it.

Finally, the Beast was reigned in again. His eyes opened, having been closed only a moment, and he offered the Reeve a pleasant smile that was entirely at odds to the rage and bloody visions he'd just fought off.

"Praise be."

A hand dipped in his pocket, and he pulled out a sacrament from his own "church" -- Asylum.

"Certainly, if you like. I'll just be spectating this evening."

The wooden ball was perfect for sinking fangs into, and the spikes would wreak havok on flesh and bone that struck them. How did he know? Maybe from evenings spent at Asylum. Maybe from evenings spent with a monomach nonpareil.

His voice dropped to the barely audible.

"Have a care this evening. I've seen that bearded man at the door before -- and his strength matched Culler's. Perhaps not all is as it seems."

Sacrament from Asylum

[Leo Lockheart]

Leo? Late? Nope nope nope.

The Theurgist had to run back to the Circle and change, which wasn't a big deal if you had a car, but when you walk and take public transportation it put a dent on your punctuality. One day he'd fix that. It had been almost two years now, but one day he'd fix that.

Leo finally made it to the Forge in black jeans, a dark red t shirt, and his boots. He scans the crowd hanging around. The crew was here except for Striker, which was good. "Hey all." The First Talon said as he slipped into line, which was coincidentally near the front thanks to Asp. He turned to Duncan smiling. "I'm with these fine ladi-"

And that's when the double take happened. See, there were people you expected to see at an underground cage match. Arrows, adrenaline junkies, maybe the odd Libertine or two. Then there were people you never expected to see at them, like cops, Mystagogues, your psychotic excabalmates art manager. He wasn't trying to be awkward and stare, but the double take did draw some attention even if he was now awkwardly shifting between Aaren Eloi and the Arrows. Should he stick to his group or go so hi? Would it be seen as blowing her off if he stayed with the Arrows? Would the same happen if went to say hi to Aaren?

'Fuck! This is why I stay in the Circle when I'm off.' He thought as he continued squirming awkwardly for just a few more seconds.

  Pot 4 Prime Sight, Pot 3 Body Control, dox bashing healed before match

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-26 00:23:41		Leo rolls 10 to Supernal Vision (WIT + Occ + Prime+2 HS-2 Advanced Prolongation) (10 Again)		6, 10, 9, 10, 3, 9, 1, 3, 1, 3, 3, 4		4 successes
2014-06-25 19:14:05		Leo rolls 5 to improvised body control (Gno+Life+2HS-2 Advanced Prolongation) (10 Again)		5, 8, 5, 9, 8		3 successes
2014-06-25 19:12:46		Leo rolls 5 to Improvised Gain Skill (Brawl) (Gno+Life+2HS-2 Advanced Prolongation) (10 Again)		2, 1, 1, 7, 6		failure
2014-06-25 19:10:14		Leo rolls 1 to dox (10 Again)		10, 7		1 success

[Avis]

"Hey, if you wanna hit on her, just make sure to do it before you get your face messed up," Avis said quietly to Leo, nudging him in the ribs with her elbow. She was glad to see the First Talon had shown up but she couldn't resist the dig. It was more than habit. Any excuse to point out the weakness in others drew attention away from her. That was just how it went. Besides, she'd never seen Leo uncomfortable before, even when someone when got up in his face or mind-raped him with abyssal magic. It was kind of uplifting, seeing this vulnerable side of him.

[Crowley]

Crowley noted the new guy muscling his way to the front - the crowd around the big Sumo guy.

Yawning silently, he scratched at his stubbly chin and made to say something, but caught the glimmer in the aura. Perhaps wisely, he decided to keep his own counsel for now. Perhaps somewhat deliberately, he turned his back on the group and checked to see who else was coming.