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    Malcolm Green's Avatar
    Freehold Pledge: Winter
    Allies (Clubs) 1
    Allies (Emergency Services) 1
    Allies (Unions) 3
    Malcolm Green, the Mountain

    WP: 4/4
    Health: 10/10
    Giant
    Mantle: Bubble of crisp, cold, air surrounds him. Frost rimes his head and shoulders, tracing icy epaulettes.
    Malcolm Green

    Sun Banisher's Oath

    (+1 Investigation, +1 Intimidation) - Winter 2016

    Freehold Pledge

    (+1 Streetwise) - Winter 2016

    Dragon's Bane Pledge

    (+3 Faerie Favour) - Spring 2017
    Greens Scenes

    Dragon Giant|

    3
    PRE

    Normally, Malcolm Green did not like banking on his... fame. Normally. Right now he had few options. His Union friends sure saw him as a winner right now - not that he could use them, exactly. Had he not pushed the Union Movement to a telling victory against a Corporate Giant just now (such a great win for workers)? Just so - and none of it had assisted with his true aim.

    That had forced him to take a darker path; had forced him - personally - out into the open.

    Malcolm Green entered the Man In Black as himself: a giant who filled the doorway, his face set hard against the men who guarded the entrance. They let him pass - let him squeeze through the steel rimed opening. Good guards, they did not appear to blanch at Green's great size and girth; they didn't enquire after him, either.

    The giant obtained a beer and took command of a corner. Even seated he loomed amid the shadows. Emotionless hard, hard like stones, stared across the room with its small tables and numerous nooks and crannies, where, even at this hour, business was brisk. The usual thieves hogged the corners; a gangster held court with his moll; a club guy cut some sort of deal with a dealer over by an out of place tour poster.

    The Man in Black was a place to be seen and to see. It was a place to transact business.

    Him being there meant he was willing to barter. He knew that the word would get out soon enough. Hopefully, he might be able to cobble together something to hurt his mighty Nemesis' interests still. And with luck, maybe he'd pick up some information that he could turn to his Freehold's advantage.

    Time to experiment with the new location. Remember, your character will need Allies 3 in any Sphere of Influence, Contacts, or Status 2+ to gain admittance to this underworld / grey area meeting ground.

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    Tuesday's Avatar
    Robin Lewis, Prudence Miller
    (Current ID, Reality War Name)
    Presence
    (Plucky)
    Distinctive Voice
    (Raspy)
    Status
    (Criminals)
    Allies
    (Criminals, Street)
    Tuesday

    Acanthus

    Trained Observer ●
    Trained Memory ●
    Quick Draw ●

    Nimbus

    Stained glass butterflies surround Tuesday, each pane on their tiny wings glows a verity of iridescent hues, while showing glimpses of what was, what is, and what will be. When vulgar magic is cast, the fluttering cascade doesn't last, they shatter. Falling into dull, colorless dust before vanishing completely.
    Stats/Bismark

    Oct Rits

    Health:
    Backlash:
    Mana: |
    WP: |
    Armor 1/0
    Defense 5

    Vulgar
    Active Spells: 2 / 6
    Personal Spells: 2

    [4] 2E Fate Shied (Rit)
    [3] 2E Fate Sight (Rit)

    +1
    DV
    3
    PRE

    She'd heard whispers of this place since she got to Sacramento, but that was it. Whispers and half heard rumors. Nothing concrete. Nothing real. Settling in with Vee Tee, let her settle more with Margo, and Robbie. A hubby and wife duo who loved the lulz like she did, and stole stuff because not everyone could make wicked sweet moneys busking for a living.

    ...not even a Unicorn.

    Well, unless she did some Fate stuffs. Which was just meh, she was awesome enough that she didn't need to Fate up some tippers. Unless it was raining. Then she might Fate since. Well. Rain. Also she'd find a umbrella or something since Baby didn't do well with water.

    But stealing stuff, getting better at stealing stuff (which yeah. for truth. she used a bit of Fate to Luck up her odds, and Time too. Since. Yeah. Time, she was finding was all sorts of awesome) getting known (in certain circles) for stealing stuff....It wasn't Magic, she knew that, but somehow, someway a card found it's way into her possession.

    An address.

    They say Curiosity killed the Cat, but Tuesday always thought 'cat' was a euphemism for Mage.

    Because here she was. Taking more care with her appearance then she usually did, wearing simple ear cuff, unlike the ones she wore to Consilium these ones were decidedly less fae-like. Deciding that they might undercut the statement she wanted to make. Her hair was brushed back, settling into an artfully spikey mess. Nice, dark and gasp not threadbare jeans adorned her legs, black ankle boots covered lime green and hot pink socks, and a grey tank top was nearly hidden under her black blazer. She entered the Man in Back.

    A giddy little grin appears as she walks farther into the room...? (Room didn't feel like strong enough a word.) Hazels taking in the sights and cuffed ears take in the sounds.

    Heading for the bar, the Unicorn order a cooler, and once she has it, sips at it, all the while leaning against the bar.


    Tuesday Gains Entry with her Status 2 (Criminals)
    Health: | Mana: | Willpower:

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    Alessandra's Avatar
    Presence
    (Commanding)
    Striking Looks
    (Tattooed Beauty)
    Blood Potency(+1)
    Status
    (Criminals)
    Retainer
    (Gabriel)
    First thing you will notice about Ale is the abundance of her tattoos. They go from her face all the way to her feet, and not much is left bare. The second thing? Her strong Italian accent.

    Known as Sofia De Luca

    Gabriel, Ghoul
    Cain, Hell Hound
    Alessandra Scenes
     -2 Vitae for Blush of Life and Drink, 
     
     

    +1
    SL
    4
    PRE

    Of course Ale heard the whispers and rumors of the club. With her ties to the criminals of Sacramento, it was only a matter of time before she made her way there. And tonight was that night. It couldn’t hurt anything, and maybe she’d gain a few new allies or contacts. Those were always good to have.

    So the Savage pushes the blood into her dead body. The sudden beating of her heart was always startling, not something she ever got used to. But, it was a necessary evil to dealing with Kine. Her skin was warm and flush with fake life, she could breathe once again.

    Parking the Torino a block or two away, she makes her way into the club. While she had license to carry her guns, she wasn’t sure what the rules of the club were, and best not to stand out too much. Ok, so she was going to stand out for the obvious reason, her tattoos. But the guns were left in her car, secured in the trunk in a locked case.

    She came in leather pants with knee high steel toed boots, a vest was worn on top with a high collar, and two buttons holding it closed. All that was underneath was a red bra. Her long hair had been pulled up and was hanging over the collar of the vest. Tattoos adorned every inch of visible skin, stomach, sides, back, you name it? It was inked. There was even ink on her face, stars that traced her left temple and hair line.

    Standing in the doorway, she takes in the room. An eyebrow was raised at the imposing and just downright huge guy. Bet he could be useful, she muses to herself. The girl at the bar didn’t look like she really belonged. But she could very well be dangerous, her appearance a cover.

    The Italian finds a table and sits. She didn’t feel like drinking yet, plus she’d just throw it up later. Maybe later she’d get one, to keep up appearances and all that fun stuff. For now, the Predator was content to watch and observe, the useful ones would make themselves known. Sophia was ready to deal.

    -1Blush of Life, Ale gains entry with Status 4 Criminals
    Alessandra Antinori │BP 6│Strong Italian Accent

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    Bea's Avatar

    Bea
    Bea

    (Blush)Vitae 1 Spent
    2
    PRE

    In her time walking under the sun, the soil of many shores had passed beneath Bea's feet, and yet she'd rarely seen a place like the Man in Black. True neutral grounds were almost non-existent, even in capitols, like Caracas, Moscow, or Algiers. Someone always played host. The Man in Black, though? She was amazed it still existed.

    Especially once she walked in and saw a certain tattooed woman already sitting at a table.

    Bea kept moving towards the bar, showing hesitation was more than a mistake in a place like this, but she was struggling to decide how to react. She wanted to jam two fingers against her jugular and then point at the object of her rage, she wanted to make her threat clear, but she wasn't ready to start a war quite yet. Her alliances were tentative, and unfortunately she didn't have the firepower to take on the Domain without them. What was worse, she wasn't going to be able to get them. Someone with more pull in the Organization was already in town. Someone that might have a fetish for tattoos and a serious case of vampirism...

    That meant she couldn't mad dog. She would have to play a longer game. A longer game than she had been planning.

    So instead she ignored the Reeve, and finished making her way to the bar. Hopefully, there would be someone else to distract her. She couldn't enjoy what the barkeep had on Tap, after all.

    Bea gains entry with Allies 4: Arms Dealers. -1Blush.
    Bea ("Bee"). Daeva, Carthian Movement. Pres 2 (Unimpressed).

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  9. #5
    Star's Avatar
    Status
    (Entertainment)
    Status
    (News Media)
    New Identity
    (Jack Hoyle)
    Nimbus

    The Mirage: Star appears translucent with overlapping and slightly offset images of himself in different identities/disguises.
    Supernal

    1
    OCC
    2
    PRE

    You can't just wear a thin tie. You've got to own it.

    Own it like you can't be arsed to care what's hanging around your neck other than a tribute to the Blues Brothers. Slicked back hair and a neatly shaped moustache and goatee framed a bored look as his bona fides got checked and he was let in. Some people know people. And some people do things. And some people have friends. Other people? Tell stories about them. The thing is, a good journalist can make or break anything by shining a light on it with the filter of their choice. On the flip side, a good journalist need to know who to talk to.

    ...and where to find them.

    He'd heard a word here, a whisper there around the Bee. Very hush hush. Secret Squirrel. But squirrels climb stuff, so he'd climbed the ladder. Yikes. Because heights. Don't look down.

    I Am Jack's Chagrin.

    Seeing the tattooed woman at the bar drew a glance away with a pained look. Like seeing an ex. Ouch. Made sense, though. Him? Yeah, bull riders at The Man probably falls under 'Not So Much'. Okay, so he'd lied. Look around. It's what criminals do, yo. Besides? A lot of what he'd said was True. Maybe even Painfully True.

    It's the spikes, though. Say whaaaaaaaaaaaaat.

    That's it's own special kind of awkward. Were they both keeping A Secret from Avis? Like, not a Stuff secret, but a Black Secret. That's something to ponder. Skipping Tuesday in case she's Undercover. Incognito. Whatever. But also needing to teach her the finger-speak. Because super useful in a Place Like This. He looked around. There. In the corner. Who'd ever notice Jack in the shadow of that... guy... thing... person... over there.

    "Seat taken?"
    he asked Malcolm Green . Then sat. "So what's your story? Break it down for me like a fraction. Buy you a drink, better than a penny for your thoughts."
    Nimbus in MiniSheet 2. Cloaked spells, no overt magical res. Scrut for deets.
    '...Watch With Glittering Eyes...'
    - Roald Dahl

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    Malcolm Green's Avatar
    Freehold Pledge: Winter
    Allies (Clubs) 1
    Allies (Emergency Services) 1
    Allies (Unions) 3
    Malcolm Green, the Mountain

    WP: 4/4
    Health: 10/10
    Giant
    Mantle: Bubble of crisp, cold, air surrounds him. Frost rimes his head and shoulders, tracing icy epaulettes.
    Malcolm Green

    Sun Banisher's Oath

    (+1 Investigation, +1 Intimidation) - Winter 2016

    Freehold Pledge

    (+1 Streetwise) - Winter 2016

    Dragon's Bane Pledge

    (+3 Faerie Favour) - Spring 2017
    Greens Scenes

    Dragon Giant|

    3
    PRE

    Green turned his head slowly and his eyes fell on slicked black hair, moustache and goatee. The reference was lost on the giant; but he recognised someone who could connected with the quiet and dangerous ambience of the Man In Black.

    "I am trying to work out what I got that I can trade, yeah? Before you sell you gotta know what you have thats valuable. And what isn't." Malcolm Green grunted.

    Perhaps this fellow with his slick black hair might be able to give him some pointers for this as yet unfamiliar terrain. In that vein, Green decided to humour him.

    "You buying or selling? Or just out to see who else is moving about in the shadows?"

    Green grimaced as he struggled to master his rumbling voice. His eyes drifted from his new table-buddy and fastened onto the women gathering at the bar. Once he'd have pegged the beautiful tattooed lady as the danger (and no doubt she was, if she was attending this particular watering hole); but that man was gone and only the mountain remained. He suspected that the normal looking woman in her blazer and boots was probably the most dangerous - too normal for a place like this. The third woman had a look about her that said she was a regular.

    In a place like this, silence was his ally. Loose talk could be dangerous.

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    Tuesday's Avatar
    Robin Lewis, Prudence Miller
    (Current ID, Reality War Name)
    Presence
    (Plucky)
    Distinctive Voice
    (Raspy)
    Status
    (Criminals)
    Allies
    (Criminals, Street)
    Tuesday

    Acanthus

    Trained Observer ●
    Trained Memory ●
    Quick Draw ●

    Nimbus

    Stained glass butterflies surround Tuesday, each pane on their tiny wings glows a verity of iridescent hues, while showing glimpses of what was, what is, and what will be. When vulgar magic is cast, the fluttering cascade doesn't last, they shatter. Falling into dull, colorless dust before vanishing completely.
    Stats/Bismark

    Oct Rits

    Health:
    Backlash:
    Mana: |
    WP: |
    Armor 1/0
    Defense 5

    Vulgar
    Active Spells: 2 / 6
    Personal Spells: 2

    [4] 2E Fate Shied (Rit)
    [3] 2E Fate Sight (Rit)

    +1
    DV
    3
    PRE

    Hazels glance and dance and she's pretty sure that was NotStar. Which um. Yeah. She totally should have known he would have known how to get in here. But she wasn't expecting to see him here. If that make any sense.

    He slips into a chair by the table where a literal giant was holding court, so Tuesday figured that his must be one of the places where he disappeared to, only to reappear as whatever!Star. Which considering the goatee...seemed like a good assumption.

    So taking his silents as a lead, once again realizing that she needed sign language, Tuesday's hazels slip away from him as quickly as they found him.

    The Strikingly pale women covered head to toe in tats is given a once over. She looks like a women who's used to being here. Used to being watched, and waaaay to Important and Dangerous for a Unicorn to belt at. At least for a First Visit.

    Hazels gander, sliding over the nigh club royalty, and the thieves hidden in the shadows. She'll probably slip her number (or A number) into their pockets before the night was done, but for now her attention focus on the women would slid next to her at the bar.

    "Hey."
    Health: | Mana: | Willpower:

  14. #8
    Bea's Avatar

    Bea
    Bea

    2
    PRE

    Bea turned to look at the spikey haired girl next to her and gave a small jut of her chin.

    "So, I see you've gone for something...more modern when it comes to your choice of drink,"
    she commented, eyeing the cooler in front of the young thief.

    "I'm afraid I have different tastes, but maybe you could still help me out. I'm in need of advice. Do I drink Whiskey, Vodka, or Tequila tonight? How would you decide?"


    It would be an extravagance, but Bea liked the idea of showing off in front of her rival. Besides, you didn't come to a place like this if you weren't willing to drink. It was as much a sign of peaceful intentions as shaking someone's hand.
    Bea ("Bee"). Daeva, Carthian Movement. Pres 2 (Unimpressed).

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    Star's Avatar
    Status
    (Entertainment)
    Status
    (News Media)
    New Identity
    (Jack Hoyle)
    Nimbus

    The Mirage: Star appears translucent with overlapping and slightly offset images of himself in different identities/disguises.
    Supernal

    1
    OCC
    2
    PRE

    "Well, how do you find out what's valuable?"

    Skinny Tie offered the grunter a shrug.

    "Because value's subjective. One man's trash, all that glisters, yadda yadda yadda. It's never about what you have. It's about what you want. What you want, and what you're willing to pay for it. That's the only value that's meaningful. The only value you care about."

    He waved at a waitress. Sidecar, neat.

    "You play cards? Hold 'em? Let's take cards. You've got your cards, I've got my cards, and then there's the pot. People will tell you winning poker is about reading other people and making hands out of nothing, but they're just trying get you to buy into doing something stupid. You've got your cards, and there's the flop. Now you know what you need, and the question is, can you afford to stay in?"

    He leaned back.

    "My guess? If you're asking those kind of questions, you just lost a big hand. You've stepped away from the table and are seeing if you've got anything left in your pockets to get back in."
    Nimbus in MiniSheet 2. Cloaked spells, no overt magical res. Scrut for deets.
    '...Watch With Glittering Eyes...'
    - Roald Dahl

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  18. #10
    Malcolm Green's Avatar
    Freehold Pledge: Winter
    Allies (Clubs) 1
    Allies (Emergency Services) 1
    Allies (Unions) 3
    Malcolm Green, the Mountain

    WP: 4/4
    Health: 10/10
    Giant
    Mantle: Bubble of crisp, cold, air surrounds him. Frost rimes his head and shoulders, tracing icy epaulettes.
    Malcolm Green

    Sun Banisher's Oath

    (+1 Investigation, +1 Intimidation) - Winter 2016

    Freehold Pledge

    (+1 Streetwise) - Winter 2016

    Dragon's Bane Pledge

    (+3 Faerie Favour) - Spring 2017
    Greens Scenes

    Dragon Giant|

    3
    PRE

    "Yeah, I play cards." Green grunted.

    Tentatively, he reached for his beer.

    "Hum. Yeah. Something like that. For sure lost a big hand. So what would you do - if you were stuck in a... situation... Yeah. Situation like the one you just - uhm - made out?"

    Green could still hide behind his beer.

    The big man was looking at his smaller table companion now, fully present in the moment.

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