Rina Yui v Bobcat : FIGHT!

[West]

Asylum.

is vigilant at the door, vetting those who would enter. Once again, the club is closed for a private party. No matter what the imagination might conjure at the words 'private party' in reference to a fetish club, even the most depraved would be shocked at discovering that it would be nothing short of bloodsport with no mercy or quarter shown.

Monomacy.

For half a decade, the word had been nothing more than a footnote in the Prince's Laws. Then, everything changed. The neonate Michael Travis' body could very well still be slowly decomposing -- and this evening, there would be another Final Death.

Again, the cage is erected. This time, it sits empty. The Prince of Sacramento has yet to arrive.

[Cabochard]

Rina arrived early to this fight. She had to be, and she could only assume that Bobcat would do the same, considering they were the participants. It was only polite of them to show up first and prepare for the fight ahead of time, so they didn't have to bore the observers with whatever warm up exercises they liked to do. This death didn't have to be dragged out any longer.

The Shadow had fed well beforehand, stopping by one of her favorite hunting areas for a quite filling snack, and she felt even more prepared for this fight now than before. She had the right clothes on, a thick leather jacket and motorcycle pants for protection, the right weapons, her katana, lovingly wrapped in a black cloth for transportation, and her knife, stuck into her boot and hidden from mortal eyes by the power of the shadows.

Rina passed by the Prince's ghoul with a silent nod as she was let past, and headed into the cage immediately. The blade was carefully placed on one of the raised spots, the cloth left on, and the Shadow stood, waiting for her opponent and those who wished to watch. While she waited, she made her preparations, beginning the movements of her Vitae to strengthen herself.

  Feeding Roll 3suxx, Obfuscate the Knife 2 suxx.

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-03-06 21:02:46		Rina Yui rolls 6 to Obfuscate 1. (Wits + Larceny + Obf) (10 Again)		2, 1, 7, 8, 1, 10, 2		2 successes
2015-03-06 20:59:03		Rina Yui rolls 5 to Feeding Roll. (Str + Subterfuge) (10 Again)		5, 2, 8, 9, 9		3 successes

-1 Vitae for Vigor

[Martha Villiers]

Pale and desperate, tiny Martha, dressed in her usual school uniform, hurries in after Eva. She was watching Eva's sleek legs and calves at work, but her mind was on fostering peace.

Hobbling along, trying to catch up with Eva, Martha is held up at the door by the Prince's ghoul.

"Good evening, Miss Cozette!" she begins breathlessly, leaning on her cane now and submitting willingly to Cozette's scrutiny's, Martha wants to halt the madness.

Once let passed Cozette, Martha hobbles inside.

Nodding a respectful greeting to Rina, Bobcat and Eva.

Wide eyed, she's looking for someone from the Invictus to help give advice on bringing this deadly rite to an end.

With obvious urgency, Martha hobbles over to Bobcat.

[Chris Wooding]

If anyone still doubted whether Sacramento is an Invcitus Domain, or just a Domain with an Invictus Prince, the recent Monomacy duels of First Estate vs. Other make it all the more clear. Technically Michael Travis was Invictus, but they kicked him out. He also said he was a Shadow. A master of being non-present then.

Now that this is starting to be a seasonal tradition, the Hierophant felt like dressing up a bit. And you can always wear some stranger fashions to the Asylum. Not that his more chique long coat is of any fetish, but it certainly isn't his everyday outfit. As he entered the club, he attached his katana to his belt. Would he have worn a hat the Reeve could have looked more like a gothic musketeer with a strange sword than like the ninja the teenage Chris always wanted to be. Or the grown up one, for that matter.

Once inside his Beast is not only agitated by the dark violent atmosphere, or the presence of other Beasts, but also by the damned music. It also has a childish sense to it. But at least it brings everyone in a mood to kill each other.

Just great.

Mortal combat. Yes, they're not immortals. But only one Kindred would die tonight, that's the Reeve's job for the evening.

[Gerald Baker]

Curiosity would be a kind word for the urge that draws Gerald to the Asylum. Kind and, perhaps, not entirely accurate. There is color in his cheeks this evening, and he hopes to feel his heart race in its mimicry of life. There is a beauty - a romance - in the duel. Two individuals conducting a deadly dance in the most polite and civilized of pretenses. Both defending their honor or, more likely, looking for a way to exact revenge for some slight. Victory would decide who is 'right' and who is dead. And Gerald "Twice-Dead" Baker is here to enjoy watching another Kindred die.

But this is Invictus territory. It will not be a duel. Their 'Monomacy' is so stuffy. So... false. Enough of the wind leaves his sails with that thought to keep an eager grin off of his face. Just as well. He has appearances to keep.

The Sea King is dressed down for the evening, wearing a modern and well-fitting casual suit in blue and grey. No tie. Comfortable leather shoes. As if the truly finer threads were reserved for more formal events. More likely he simply doesn't want to get blood-spatter on his best suits.

It is odd to be greeted by what appears to be a living, breathing mortal rather than the Prince. Perhaps he is too busy? Gerald almost laughs. Too busy for some 'sacred' Invictus rite of destruction? Unlikely. He will keep his eyes open; it might just be that Gerald is early. His Beast, once again, snatches his thoughts away from him as it rears its ugly head. Gerald's fangs produce themselves from nothing and his mouth lets out a very faint, subtle sound like a breathy hiss. He clenches and unclenches his fists a few times before he stops seeing red, staring at one who could only be one of the competitors . Tiny Martha's quick hobbling passes through his stare and seems to bring him back.

Curieux. Where does the little bird hobble off to? Gerald slowly makes his way to join them.

-1 Vitae for Blush of Life.

[Twist]

Twist paused at the door of Asylum, though whether the brief halt in her forward momentum was to give Cozette her chance to impede or halt her, or because she was readying herself for what lay past the lovely ghoul was not immediately apparent.

She was dressed simply in form fit black slacks and an equally dark blouse that with a deep v-cut, bared her neck and more. Black flats added no height and her dark hair was swept back into a loose topsy-turvy ponytail. There would be other nights for fashion statements, tonight another display would be the focus for those attending.


Resuming her forward motion, Twist let the presence of other Beasts wash over her as inside a rousing was negligently quelled. There was already a guarantee of blood and death tonight, no need to add.

Wandering up to the cage, she did not bother hiding her curiosity about not only it, but those inside and gathered around.