Ozzy
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Post by Ozzy on May 30, 2009 1:01:22 GMT -5
* The pup looks a might fearful. Then again, pups usually are... thrown into all of this ain't easy for many of 'em considerin the cushy lives they've just been ripped outta. Not like some of us... these little brats wouldn't have lasted dodging flak while having to wade your way inta hell. Unfortunately, instead of just running... she has to use one of the traits to frenzy a mutt after Wade...*
* Great... sicing a Cherry hogg on the scourgue... that's a good idear*
* Just takes one good swing from his old slugger and the dog's roadkill. Its brains splattered all over me Lemmington. Just washed her 2 months ago! I throw her in park... just as he's pulling a damned 'nade from his belt. Bloody puss-spewing hell. I aint even got out of the car before he louiseville-slugs it at her. At this point... its time for the old rule in basic...duck and fucking cover. Thankfully the things just a flash bang... lighting up the night and deafening thoes closest. It aint that great of an experiance for me either... even with my ears covered. Considerin the look off a his face a tick ago, I can only imagine what he cares to do to the pup for pulling that. Gotta talk a little eighteen pence into him b'fore he whips out the stakes.*
* We gangrels gotta stick t'gether after all.*
* Allready he's on her, and allready he's got his sawred-off out n ready fer buisness, and I know fer a fact he aint 'fraid ta use it either. This girl'd better appreciate this.*
" Cheese n Roice Wade... almost resussitated me back 'ere! Need ta lable 'em O'connors 're sum'in...
* I reach down with me right, grabbing the pup by the scruff and pulling her up... safely securing her... while I dig through my pocket, pulling out the silver flask I'd pumped my intended meal into. Shiney little number picked up durring the war. Just like the rest of my plunder, had ta shave off that damned Reich's cross 'at used ta hang on the exterior. I shake it a little bit, letting him know its full.*
" Care for a nip ta take th' edge off? Bluddy Mary... extra Bluddy..."
* I make a bit of a pondeorus expression*
" Caint really call it a MARY fah sure... never did git 'er name."
* I hand it on over to him, knowin full well he'll take it. I figgure Wade turnin down booze's a sign a th' 'pocalypse. After he snatches it, I lean down to the girl.*
" Dunno ifn yu'n here me luv... but yu'd bettah be damned graveful foah 'is."
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Storyteller
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 10, 2009 3:33:09 GMT -5
Wade used a weapon, and not an ability, so his dice roll was just to see what kind of damage it dealt.
5: Kami has been blinded and deafened for the next 2 rounds.
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Kami
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Post by Kami on Jun 10, 2009 3:54:09 GMT -5
I don't get very far, before I hear that dog die. Poor pooch. But survival is more of an instinct for me than sympathy for the dog, and I keep moving. But luck is not on my side tonight, and a huge explosion makes me think I might have actually been brought to the 'Final Death', that my Sire had prattled on about. Everything seems to explode in bright white and sound so loud it hurts, and I hit the ground hard. When you're basically already dead, and you're sight and hearing don't work, how do you know if you're still just Un-dead? I smell and feel the two vampires as they come up, so I figure that's sign enough that I'm not completely dead yet. But the fact that I can't hear or see makes any sort of communication difficult.
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Wade
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Post by Wade on Jun 10, 2009 20:26:54 GMT -5
Seems like maybe Oz is playin Jimminy Cricket again, onto that schtick he gets sometimes with trying to keep me from going psycho monster...
Not that I really care.
Booze is booze. I snag the flask offa him, takin a long pull off of it, smackin my lips at the taste.
"Mmmm....tastes more like Wilma to me Oz. Can kinda get that from the saltiness...Type B...B negative. Vodka as drink of choice. Tasty little number. As far as nades, I'd have to figure out which is which 'fore I could really label them. Mostly guessin. Flashband does the same as a frag, you really think about it. Frag just lasts longer, and burns shit."
I grin at him, feelin the booze kick in just a bit, bringin down the psycho killer bit down enough that I feel ready to stow the shotgun, an turn my attention in a slightly less homicidal direction, pullin a pair o' cuffs off of my gear belt, and snapping one end 'round the chicks left hand. Other to my right.
"Remind me Oz, to pick up a pair o' these that don't have black an orange tiger stripin. Not really settin the right mood an all...Handy for After Hours fun though. Ought to see my Toaster sex machine..."
Okay, I know there was something else....something important. I take another slug as I think about it, and then hand it back to Oz when it hits me. Its So obvious!
"You see those pigeons on the roofline Oz? I swear they was watchin me tonight...always watchin it seems. Anyway, lets grab my junk an be on our way. Prince'll want this one 'fore she starts gettin feisty gain. Need to come back for the birds later I guess...Gigi would like a nice snack."
Bird issue set aside for a later time, when I can poach some for my gothic gecko, I turn my attention to the vixen, draggin her down the alley, I move over to the dumpster, refillin my pockets with my left hand, and then drag Foxy lady into the back end of Oz's POS muscle care, admiring the leather crackin on the back seat. Looks kinda like a Platypus fuckin a gerbil with a strap on....Either that or Cheech Marin's bong....
Weird shit they put on cars these days...
I settle me an Kitsune girl in proper like, makin sure I get us both buckled in securely...knowing better than most how shitty Oz can drive some times...specially when he's been puttin the bit on chicks in bars.
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Ozzy
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Post by Ozzy on Jul 14, 2009 4:39:53 GMT -5
* Just stand there with the girl, blinded 'n deaf most likely, watching wade slurp down my dinner. He comments on the pallet, the taste, Wilma B with Vodka. Can see his rage subsiding as the spiked blood kicks in, which considering how he'd get when he's testy... is a good thing. Stows the shotgun, pulls out the cuffs to snap around the wrist of the foxy cub.*
*Gotta smile as he gripes about the tiger striping on the cuffs.*
" Probly wouda been bettah ta order frum th cop shop steada frum the back a Hustler."
* As he hands the flask back ta me, he gets this look in his eyes, like he's thinking about something. Few seconds he starts going on about the Pigeons on the rooftops watching him all night. About the only rational thing coming out of his mouth is talk of presenting the girl to the prince. Have to say, that isn't going to be something easy for the pup. With all the respect due to her, she's got to be one of the meanest princes I've come across... even if it is a rather short list. The pup's got a long night ahead of her, even if she still can't see or hear.*
* as he gathers his crap up, I just growl over my shoulder, looking up to see the gamey little gutter birds perched up there, like their waiting for something.*
" Damnded moochin shiet 'awks 're allwuys ayin us... lookin foh meals 're tagits ta doive bomb. They troi doin 'ere buisness on me baby... 'n I'm gunna 'ave ole Tommy straightun 'em out. Moigh just ave ta come n join yae when wae git dun."
* I turn and stard heading back towards my ride*
" Well c'mon... whut yae watin fer, a ruddy invitation? Thae prince es a busy lady. Yae dun want tae interrupt sumthin nae du yae?"
* I trot up and pull off one of thoes 'Dukes' slides over the hood, before hopping in the drivers seat. I give Wade a chance to get the pup strapped in before I start her up. She misses a few times, but after a few cough's she purrs like a kitten. I rev her a few times... let out a little howl before kicking her in gear and hitting the gas. A high pitched squeel and burning rubber echoin through the air as we take off.*
* Off to see the wizard so to speak*
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Wade
Malkavian
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Post by Wade on Jul 21, 2009 3:19:57 GMT -5
OOC: Kami is being skipped this turn at her player's request. Now you know, and Knowing is half the battle! Coooobbbbrrraaaa!
After one of the smoothest rides I think I've ever Had in Ozzy's shitcan car...I swear, we barely even drove anyone off the road, or blew through any important stoplights...we come to a rest at the Prince's office, with the engine clunkin like a damned piledriver. I swear, Oz performs maintence on this thing by the lightyear...Still, can't beat havin someone to help you out of a jam. Mmmm JAam...
I pull Foxy an me out the passenger side, and then tap the hood as I speak to Oz through the window, grinnin as I talk. Not able to resist the chance to needle him abit.
"I swear Oz, the way yer drivin tonight, you'd think you were sweet on the fox girl. You keep the Beast runnin, an I'll go drop off the package to our benevolent bosslady. Then I'll take ya for a pint at Demos' an we can get down to the Proper biz of hired guns. Gettin drunk an hittin on chicks WAY out of our Leagues."
Now, generally speakin theres a procedure to how yer supposed to deal with the Prince. First, ya gotta call and make an appointment, then ya gotta wait for that date, a month hence when her busy schedule permits, then ya gotta show up, go through security, an have all the numbskull Bruj security dorks take away all your toys, then ya ride the Vator to the third floor, and hang around an office for an hour till she's ready to see ya.
Yeah, I don't Do procedure.
Instead, I drag Kitsune girl through the front entrance, pass the MIB squad, and right onto the Vater, hittin the top floor button, an swipin my Primo Deluxe secuirty pass to bipass the secuirt an get right to the Holiest of Holies. An boy would I like to get into hers...maybe some other time. Gots pigeons to kill.
I march on past Hawtsome secretary number three, and up to Gavin, who's runnin interference, depositing the fox chick directly into his big strong Brujah hands. Swear these guys benchpress tanks in their spare time...
"Here ya go pal, keep the change.Caught a stray just inside the city. Pretty straight forward. Not initially cooperative...but I think she saw the light. One Hella Light actually. Tell the prince we gotta try schedulin that Putput thing some time next month. Dying to kill that damned windmill. Anyways, toodles!"
That done, I about face and head out, steppin into the Vader, and out of Foxxy Cleopatra's problems. Heres hopin she manages to catch the Prince on a Good night.
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Roxie
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Post by Roxie on Aug 9, 2009 2:39:37 GMT -5
It's a sad sight indeed, the mongrel Trent brings to see me. Looks like she got the wrong side of Wade's humor tonight. Never a good entrance to the city. I let Trent lead her on to a room, forcing some blood down her throat to heal her up faster. I don't have time to waste on noobs who can't even take an escort right. As soon as she starts being responsive, I get right down to business.
"Welcome to our City. I am your Prince, Roxie. What brings you here, and what do you know about the Traditions of the Camarilla."
Her responses are... less than adequate. I'm glad that she wasn't born in my City, heads would roll for this insult. Mongrel Gangrel, breeding in the wilderness, rolling in filth. First bet would be to call Ivan, and let him deal with her. But he has other duties... I think Wade's companion... what was his name? Ozzy, that's it, Ozzy has enough time on his hands to whip this whelp into shape. I ring his cell phone,
"Ozzy, come up to my offices. The City has a need for your service."
I put my phone away, looking over Kami, wondering how smart she could be, how quick to make Ozzy's task.
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Kami
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Post by Kami on Aug 9, 2009 4:55:44 GMT -5
Rendered Deaf and Blind, I can't do anything as I'm drug about, the handcuff slapped on. At some point I'm drug from that car and pushed around some more, my nose catching allot of odd scents, nothing useful. All I can do is hope this wears off, and hope I don't die before then. As soon as I can see, some freaky little woman's in front of me, and the first words I hear are her introductions as the Prince. Lovely. Just fucking Lovely.
I have never been inside of a City. My Sire told me I must present myself if I enter a City, and to hold the Masquerade above all else for survival.
She calls someone on her Cell phone... Ozzy. The Gangrel driving the car... I look down at the floor as we wait, not at all liking where this is going.
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Ozzy
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Post by Ozzy on Aug 18, 2009 5:50:10 GMT -5
* Not the usual hot-roddin me n the old girl do tonight. I keep're inside the speed limit as we move out to the 'ol palace. Halfway hopin the flash-bangs effects wear off on the ride over. Like I said earlier... ol Roxie isn't a real 'people' person. She doesn't take well to possible insult, even if its beyond the persons control. Just hope the little lady gets a fair shake is all... hate to see a cub getting an unfair shake.*
* I put 'er in park in front of Roxie's estate, aka town hall, Wade yanking the deaf girl out of the car. He ribs me about having a crush on her, and tells me to keep 'er runnin... he'll drop her off an we'll head on down to Demos's fer the usual bit of undead debauchery. I just smirk a bit, letting me stained yellows poke out a tad, an shrug.*
" Whut'n oy say... oy'm a suckah fer pups. An oy'll old yu ta 'at... best not stiff me loik last time."
* I haveta halfheartedly smile as wade drags the girl in. Has to take a pair to just barge through security like that. Dunno if that's a courtesy granted to all Scourges, or if he's a special case. In past cases... I've made it a point to avoid Scourges at all cost...they all acted like a cross between the palace guards n the ruddy gestapo. But Wade, not including all of his 'ticks, is a different case.*
* Speak of the devil... he's emerging back out, hops on in and we take off, screamin down the streets like a bat outta hell, as per usual, burning rubber down to the old haunts when the ol 'bark at the moon' ring-tone sings its little song. I flip up the little piece of hardware, and hear that all too familiar voice coldly float across the line. Have to say, if I was livin, all the color'd be sucked from my face right now... bout the only thing that can come into my mind is 'oh buggah'.*
" ...R..roigh...."
* I grab onto the wheel and turn a hard left, making a rather hard u-turn in the middle of the street... cutting off a few blokes as I haul ass back to the office. As I'm responding to Wade, I'm sure he can pick up I'm a touch unnerved after this call.*
" That was the Prince... says she wants ta see me...."
* Damn... Damn Damn Damn... this can't be good... lowly little bastard such as myself getting called up to see her highness can NOT be good. Never is. No possible reason it could be. What the hell could I have done to piss her off? I haven't broken the masquerade or nuthin... *
* I am waist deep in shit an I can't even remember what I did!*
* Skid the beast to a halt across the street, taking up a handicapped spot in the process. I open up the glovebox... digging through til I find an up-to-date card...empty my pockets, before I gulp and head out. Feels like I got ruddy artillery shells ties to my feet. Kinda wishing I did... at least I'd know where the impendin doom was comin from. I walk into her highnesses base of operations, gittin the odd look an occasional sniff as I pass through security and finally make it to her office.*
* And I knock.*
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Roxie
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Post by Roxie on Aug 20, 2009 0:42:49 GMT -5
Though she doesn't know a whole lot that she should, she's smart enough to keep her mouth shut, her eyes to the floor, as we wait Ozzy's arrival. It doesn't take long, and he knocks on the door, very polite. "Come in." I mentally command Trent to offer Ozzy a glass of blood. It's not alcoholic, as I suspect he would prefer, but it's still very good blood, and warmed to the proper body temperature to boot. I can smell how uneasy Ozzy is, but I'm also very used to that out of everyone in my presence, so I don't take offense. As soon as that's settled, I get down to business. "Ozzy, thank you for coming. I am sure you know of a filthy habit Gangrel have, breeding outside of city limits, and abandoning their pups without proper training and manners. It turns out, our newest pup is a product of such a union. Unfortunately, we can't go out and hunt down her sire to hold him accountable, so if she's going to stay in our City, she's going to need a teacher. Of course, normally I'd put the task to Ivan, but then she may stay ignorant and end up a concubine, and I would rather educate and make use of her for the city as a whole, and not his tastes. So, I am asking you. Kami is not your childer, or your responsibility, none of this is your fault. But she is a fellow clan member in need, and you know the City and it's Laws perhaps better than most in your clan, due to your work with Wade. If you agree to my bargain, you will Teach Kami the Traditions, and how to be more than a filthy beast in this town, and in exchange I will give you a special boon." Another mental command brings Gavin forward, a metal box in his hands, and he opens it to display the item to Ozzy. "This is The Wineskin of Dionysus. It produces a small amount of blood per night, the blood has an intoxicating effect, much similar to alcohol. Along with this special item I think you might gain enjoyment from, there will be a good sum of money at the end of this task as well. If Kami does anything wrong, you cannot be punished for it. You would be responsible for teaching her, but not responsible for her actions. If she can't be taught, you will be able to watch her public execution with the rest of the City. What do you say? Will you lend me your help?" ((OOC: Ozzy can skip Kami for reply, she's still standing still with her mouth shut respectively)) ((For a physical description of the item in question: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wineskin ))
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Ozzy
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Post by Ozzy on Oct 6, 2009 21:15:47 GMT -5
* Once she gives me the all clear, I make my way inside. Gotta say I'm still a tad nervous coming in. The girls sitting there, looks about as scared out of her mind, her majesty seated a short distance away. Naturally, her two bodyguards are there too. That big gorilla Trent offers me a glass a fresh blood. Don't seem like its Irished up as I like it, but I don't wanna seem rude're anything... specially considering she's the bosslady... and her two goons could likely bench-press me... so I 'graciously' accept.*
*... as I'm standin there.... a bit too nervous ta know if I should sip on this or not... I'm startin to wonder if I should have showered earlier...*
* After thankin me... she quickly gets down to buisness... apparently the girl was another of the many 'wild oats' sewn by the gangrel, much as I was back durrin the big one... but unfortunately her sire didn't have the forethought to educate her on the masquerade. Says she would ask our Alpha ta take her in... but considering his reputation with the ladies, she'd rather not. And now she's asking me.*
* I get a little antsy in these few seconds... wondering what made her call me... if the girl might have made some accusations after the flashbang's effect wore off.... but that subsides when she gets to the part where I'm not in trouble. That she's merely askin me to help out a pup in need.*
* I woulda given out a sigh o relief at that point, if I weren't in the princes office.*
*Then she says something about a reward... just about the time tiny comes walking up with a metal box. Opens up to reveal onea them canteen things from way-back. Says its the wineskin of dio... dia... whats-is-face... says it makes shots of blood that's already irished up. Also says there'll be a bit of a financial reward in it for me for taking her in, along with immunity in case she don't take to the 'lifestyle'.*
* As I keep nervously swirlin the blood around in its glass, my eye's where movin in between that ancient flask and the pup... noticin her cringe with the mention of 'public execution. Gotta say it don't leave any 'warm n fuzzies' in my noggin either. Been to a few... and can't say... even with the bastards having it comin, it aint pretty. This one's already been through hell that I've seen.... An like I said allready... I just got a soft spot fer pupps.*
* But I also got a reputation to keep... can't let the other mutts figure I'm going soft. But the payoff, some of the city's funds and than lovely little pouch of intoxication she's talking about, is just the kind of cover I need to satiate the masses... and wade.*
* I quick bring the glass to my lips... and quickly suck the warm liquid down. Ain't that bad, despite not having that little Zing I'm accustomed to, and set the empty glass down upon the end-table, and wring my hands a bit, popping my knuckles before respondin.*
" Y...y..yeah... *ahem* Yes, 've corse. Anythin in... service uv thae prince... ma'am...."
* You'd think I wouldn't a stammered it out like, knowing the situation....too late fer that now.*
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