Wade
Malkavian
{S=4}The Scourge
Little sunburn never hurt anybody...
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Post by Wade on Apr 16, 2010 23:39:28 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry about the extended delay during the boards downtime. I'm going to try and get Wade back in the saddle and get this thread moving Doc finally gets his buttocks over the fence and into the car, and we're off with a roar as I take off down the interstate, steppin on the gas, and flickin on the taxi lights just for fun. Couple weeks ago, this was just your standard city taxi, an boring as hell, but after I got my hands on it...well it was time for a change. Obvious things first, changin the plates and call numbers, tossin out the fuzzy dice and such...but also doin some shit to the engine. Serious hotrod overhausl that make her roar as the careens across the very early morning pavement. Damn but I love my new car. I allready know the way to the Doc's house, so I concentrate on finishin up the clan shit before we get where we're going, more than a little sure that the Doc'll want to know all the gory details. "Okay, so like I said, we got Toreador, Malks, and Brujah...thats three. Theres also the Gangrel, like my buddy, pal, and man friday Ozzy...Gangrel are kinda weird. Like Lupines almost. Get more beastial as they age, growin claws, an ears and shit. Upside is they can talk to the animals, an turn into ehm. Handy skill to have. Just watch out for fleas," absently, I swing across three lanes of traffic, cuttin off a minivan and then gettin off the highway and down to ground level, lookin for the right address as I keep talkin, "Anyway, that just leaves Ventrue and then theres the Tremere...Ventrue are the blue bloods. Buncha stuckup aristocratics with frilly shirts and pimp shoes. Stuck up eaters too....dumbasses....The Tremere...well the Tremere are just fucking weirdos. Buncha D&D rejects can can actually do magic or some kinda shit like it....Just stay the fuck out of their way if ya can manage it."With my infomercial complete I pull up to the Doc's residence, and paralell park perfectly next to his door, ignorin the no parking signs and such as I jerk a finger to the entrance, speakin as I do. "Its 2:30 now. Go in, get changed, and get your ass back out here in 15 or Less. We want to be Back here by Six am or else you're sleepin with yours truely in the trunk, and I like to spoon."Sure, I could probably get lodgings at the Prince's digs if we needed them...but I sure as fuck ain't gonna impose just cause my damned kid ain't got the sense god gave mocking turtles not to get his ass out here when I tell him to. He'll be lucky if I don't bring a baseball bat to his skull if he keeps me waiting. Anyway, while he strays inside, I turn up the radio, listening to National Pubic Rash as I wait. Buncha soft an mellow shit designed to make you fall asleep...Borin as all hell, but the all rock station ain't playin anything decent this time a night. Buncha fuckin infomercials instead....
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Dr. Mulcahy
Malkavian
{S=4}
I'm sorry, our time is up.
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Post by Dr. Mulcahy on Apr 18, 2010 13:40:04 GMT -5
OOC: Whoops, didn't see this. Posty time.
Artists, spies, fighters. Toreador, Nosferatu, Brujah. Easy enough. I hope. I have a feeling this world I’m entering into has a price for stupidity. The one I’m still stuck in has one too. It’s the same everywhere. Everyone watches you, knows everything about you. Can’t be too careful. These new ones, these vampires, they know that others know. He must have done something to the cab. I’ve never been in one this fast. Not that I’ve been in many. I miss my car. I’m not a very material person, but that car was quite the investment. They probably have all the information on it. License plate, registration, how many miles are on it, when I bought it, when I’ve driven it, who’s been in it with me, all of it.
I have to listen to Wade. He saved me from Them, but he doesn’t seem like the type who’s opposed to the idea of killing me either. I’ll have to proceed with caution for now.
With my hands folded in my lap- I don’t want to touch anything in the cab – I listen as he continues the list. Gangrel. Animals. Look like animals. Animals are dirty. They roll in the dirt and defecate outdoors. Ventrue are the blue-bloods. Blood. Why does it make me hungry now? Oh, right. For all intents and purposes, vampire. Picky about what they eat. Tremere. Magicians. Dually-noted.
It would be one thing if Wade violated parking ordinations, but no. He went right over my lawn, skewed past the driveway, and parked right in front of my house. Goodbye, garden. Ignore the damage. Ignore it. I have to clean. Clean my house – no. Clean me. He gives me instructions, I give him a nod. Fifteen minutes.
Inside. Clean everything-no. Just me. Throw these clothes away. Scalding shower. Go over the rules, the clans. Brush teeth with scalding water. Don’t touch anything. Clean it later. Gloves. I need gloves. Rubber gloves? Check under the sink. Latex gloves? None. Wash hands, steaming water. Leather driving gloves. I can touch things with gloves on. These are dirty, everything else is dirtier. Clothes. Underwear, undershirt, dress shirt, socks, pants, tuck in shirt, shoes, tie, belt, coat. Time? Thirteen minutes. Head out the door. Lock it. Get in the taxi.
“Okay. Okay.” I buckle myself in, not looking at Wade. I feel dirty looking at him, and I just got clean. I count the rules off on my fingers as I recall them. “Don’t tell anyone I’m a vampire. Don’t make others without permission. Don’t invade someone’s territory. If I make another, keep track of them.” He has to keep track of me. Like They keep track of me. No. He opened my eyes. He’s different. “Don’t kill another vampire, only the…Prince can give that order. If I go to another town, present myself to the Prince. Sunlight and werewolves can kill me,” and he won’t hesitate to either.
“Toreador, artists. Nosferatu, ugly spies.” Spies. Spies. “Brujah, fighters. Ventrue, upper-class. Gangrel, animals. Tremere, magicians. Malkavians…us.” Malkavian. I’m a Malkavian vampire. Wade is in charge of me, and we have to be safe before sunup. Night shift. I have to call in, take the night shift. I have just enough pull to swing it. Excuse. Good excuse. One They can’t see through. They’ll know. They just won’t do anything. They’re tricky like that.
Every word I speak feels odd. Has my voice changed? I feel more aware of the sounds I make, my voice sounds more relaxed even as I know the undercover madness going on around me. I hate Them. I feel it in my guts, but not my voice.
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Wade
Malkavian
{S=4}The Scourge
Little sunburn never hurt anybody...
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Post by Wade on Apr 19, 2010 0:47:31 GMT -5
Once the doc goes inside I busy myself with my oldschool Game Gear. Sure the damn thing weighs more than some laptops, drains batteries faster than Jenna Jameson with a vibrator, and has lousy graphics...but you can't beat X-Men. Where else can your poorly digitized rendition of Nightcrawler teleport Through FUCKING WALLS???
Seriously, Ultimate Alliance could Learn from how awesome this game is.
I'm about halfway through the hellfire club level when the Doc makes it back, looking nice an spic and span for his interview with the vampiress. Sputterin out all the stuff I told him just as soon as he gets himself fastened into the car...and all while avoiding looking me in the eye.
Kid learns quick.
I chuck the Game Gear in the back and take off down the street, makin a beeline for downtown, and keeping the car under 90. No reason to be attracting attention. I don't bother with conversation for the moment though, just crankin up some Flogging Molly, and generally ignoring the kid on the ride over. No reason to make the guy feel more nervous about this than he allready probably is.
Although..Ya ever feel like you forgot to mention something? Something important that he should probably know.....I know it was something....
Five minutes later finds us parked in the garage behind the Prince's digs, out by where Aid likes to park his limo, when he bothers to show up for shit. He actually hangs around here more than you'd think actually. Weird, kinda sorta. None of my beeskneez though.
I lead the Doc into the buildin, flashin the nightshift guys a grin, and telling them the twerp is with me, that we need to see the Prince. They tell me where to go, and wisely get out of the fucking way, leaving me to get into the Vator and pick the right floor, moving quickly through the mazeness that is the Bossladies office. and to one of her meeting rooms. Nice enough place...Oooh...and Bonus, theres Dita, my very own Prim and Sire.
Awesome Blossom.
Naturally, it falls to yours truely to make the Intros.
"Heya Bosslady, brought in the new Kid...Dr Mulachy...Mulcahy? One of those. He probably has a first name too...can't be bothered to keep up ALL the details, ya know? Anyway Doc, this is the Prince, Roxie, and that over there is the Malk Denmother Dita, my Sire. That'd make her your...Grandmother? Something like that. Sorta weird....anyways Roxie, I laid out the rules for the kid, so he oughta be able to do chapter and verss, if not I'll loan ya my machette. Nice an sharp...used it on the Doc's first meal just this evening. Tasty tasty."
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Dita
Malkavian
{S=4}Primogen
Who?
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Post by Dita on May 5, 2010 23:20:58 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]Dita[/glow]
That Bitch! She's done it again! It's bad enough I wake up not even knowing where I am, dressed in cloths that... are too tight, too covering, and too dark... But It's always in the middle of a group of strangers staring at me as if I'm insane, calling ME by her name! With the blood of her stooges covering me, I stomp through town toward the Prince's offices, even in this scene, unseen, thanks to the use of Obfuscate.
((Obfuscate, Level 2, no roll needed, unless I speak or otherwise break my 'cover'.))
Breezing by the receptionist as if she's not even there, I let myself through to the office the Prince is in. I nod my head respectively to her, even as pissed off as I am.
[glow=black,2,300]"Forgive me, my Prince, but I have a private matter to discuss with you, if you could find the time."[/glow] When she nods, I turn to close the door. The less people to hear about this situation, the better. I give Roxie a distressed look before I start,
[glow=black,2,300]"I've brought the subject of Fatalia to you before, if you remember? Well her humiliation seems to know no bounds, she's done it again. No worries, I didn't leave any witnesses alive to tell the tale."[/glow] I stop my rant to brush my index finger over my own blood-drenched cheek, bringing it suggestively to my lips to suck the blood away.
[glow=black,2,300]"And just look at how she dressed me this time! Roxie, I ask for your permission to kill this interloper! She's taken my identity, and made a mockery of my person! I demand some form of justice!"[/glow] The Prince assures me she knows of my issues, and comes up with a very good plan! I grin at her words, and would have thanked her kindly, except that's when my childer pushes some frumpy looking guy in, his mouth running it's usual speed. My eyes go wide with his news, my smile getting even bigger as I look the new boy over.
[glow=black,2,300]"Grand-sire dear. Grandsire. I was never a mother..."[/glow] I walk around the kid, sizing him up, getting excited, I turn and grab Wade's face in my bloody hands kissing his forehead before turning to his childer,
[glow=black,2,300]"My boy is growing up! Isn't this great Roxie! He's got a childer of his own now! Well come on then Mulchahay! Give your Grand-sire a kiss!"[/glow]
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Roxie
Administrator
{S=2}The Prince
I am the light. [br]What you seek is my flame.
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Post by Roxie on Oct 17, 2010 14:08:05 GMT -5
Who says the work of a Prince is never done? Waking up this night, I have no immediate things to work on... For once the City seems to be rolling along on it's own pace. Thanks to some lovely quirk of my blood, I am able to rise before the sun sets, and as I have no work to jump to, I head to the attic of the building, throwing open the shutters to see the Scarlett shades ripping through the sky, before they fade into the darkness with everything else. Always a good way to wake up. Gavin and Trent find me, once they have awoken, and I feel them standing outside the door, waiting on me to make my way out. I grin as I throw the door open, walking between my two ghouled body guards, looking them over. As always, they stand at attention, eyes forward, waiting for me to either walk away, or make a demand.
[glow=red,2,300]"Has breakfast been prepared?"[/glow]
They both nod once, at the same time. It's so cute when they can answer me in tandem!
[glow=red,2,300]"Well then, carry me there."[/glow]
In the mood to play, I jump on Trent, making it awkward for him to get a hold on me, but he does well, carrying me all the way from the attic stairs, to the basement. I can hear the whimpering of an older man inside. Must be a priest tonight... Instead of going in alone, closing the door, as I usually do, I stay in Trent's huge arms,
[glow=red,2,300]"You boys are going to join me this time."[/glow]
I can smell their instant terror at the thought, and it makes me giggle a bit. Even in all the years they have been with me, they still don't like to join in my feeding times. I'd think they'd be used to it by now. Trent carries me in, standing before the priest, who has been strung up upside down, put on lovely display just for me. I lick my lips, his heartbeat making me hungry, but note that I don't have my familiar itch to Frenzy this time. I smirk, moving from my body guards arms, to poke the priest in the stomach with my finger,
[glow=red,2,300]"You're not pure. I can smell the taint you bring into my lair. Tell me father, how have you Sinned? Was it some sweet altar boy in your bed? Or perhaps your kink comes from the tithe collection... money is always a good thing to sell your purity for."[/glow]
The priest whimpers at every touch, every word, but does not answer me, instead spitting off some prayer about the valley of the shadow of death, and fearing no evil. I let my laughter ring through the room, the evil tinge to it make even my body guards uneasy.
[glow=red,2,300]"My prey need not be pure, or in fear. None of that matters. What matters, is that there's blood. Boys, take off your shirts."[/glow]
My body guards disrobe fast, and I grab Trent by the wrist, pulling him close to the priest, lifting the priest's wrist over his bared chest, using my fingernails to rip open his veins. He screams, but continues repeating his prayer, as the crimson life force flows over my ghoul's muscles. I push my prey's hand into my ghoul's hand, and he holds it there, as I move to repeat the action with the other hand, and Gavin's lovely body. Now the Priest forms a rather lovely upside down cross... with much blood. I take a look over it, such a lovely picture, before I move to desecrate the scene much worse. Running my tongue over Gavin's flat stomach, I feed on the blood of the tainted priest. Still no Frenzy, shame that, but that doesn't mean I can't make it fun. I bare my fangs and hiss in the priest's face, as I move over to lick Trent's chest, swirling my tongue over his pecks, making shapes in the flow of blood there. about half way through I bite Trent, making him grunt, but continue focus on the meal at hand. Feeding this way is a time killer... it takes awhile to bleed the priest out as I lap up the blood, my body guards standing still as I do, but eventually the man runs dry, and the blood is licked clean of my ghouls. They seem relieved, as I didn't go into Frenzy and tear all 3 of them apart mindlessly. Still such a pity I was robbed of that chance. I stand back, my hands moving to cup both of their cheeks,
[glow=red,2,300]"You have been very good lately my boys. It's time I let you feed as well."[/glow]
I bring first my hand to my lips, biting through the vein with my fangs, before bringing my left hand to my mouth, to do the same. With the blood flowing, I tear the priest's body down, letting it fall to the floor behind them, taking his place between them as I hold out my arms. My ghouls instantly move to their knees, moving to catch my blood as it flows. They know better than to let any of my blood fall on the floor. As they work to lap up every drop, I feel my wounds already starting to heal, and know their feeding will be over way too quickly... for them, at least. When the wounds have healed, I lower my wrists to their mouths, allowing them to lick the spot clean. With that done, I give the priest's body a tap with my foot,
[glow=red,2,300]"Clean up, and meet me upstairs."[/glow]
I head to the business rooms, stopping by my Secretary to assure their really is no pressing meetings or business to deal with, before wandering around aimlessly. Boring... I should throw a party... since I have nothing better to do. Or go find Aid, see if he has any knowledge to impart to me... As I run my options through my mind, not used to having any time to myself, I smell blood... lots of blood, and when Dita speaks, her cover of obfuscate drops, and I grin. Her appearance is just lovely tonight! The tight black leather gown hugging her, soaked completely in blood... and she seems so angry... I could just drink her all right up. I don't say a word as she goes off, almost manically, apologizing for barging in on me, I nod to tell her to go on, suddenly not so bored. Our Malkavian Primogen really is as insane as the head of that clan should be. Here she is, pissed and asking me for permission to kill her own split personality. Some would think I handle Dita with kid gloves, to keep the power her other personality wields close to my own hand. I don't really. She amuses me, and that's something I seem to need tonight. I put my arm around her, licking some of the blood off her cheek, before answering her absurd demands in a way that will please her, and keep Fatalia under my thumb,
[glow=red,2,300]"I will give you permission to kill her, with one specific stipulation: You must kill her with your own hands. You can't send Wade after her, or any other. My permission is only granted if you can physically rip her heart or throat out yourself."[/glow]
She seems pleased with this, as I figured she would be, but before we can talk any further, her Childe comes in, with his Childe. Wade tells me his childe is ready, and if not, he'll give me the blade to gut him with, and I smile. The poor fledgling seems really out of sorts, and Dita trying to get a kiss only pushes him further. I put my hand on Dita's shoulder, pulling her back a bit,
[glow=red,2,300]"Don't count your Grand-vamp before he's completely hatched my dear. Save that kiss for celebration if he passes."[/glow]
I look him over with interest, wondering just what it was about him, that drew someone like Wade. Wade asked for permission to change him, even payed a rather lovely offering... I can still taste the altar boy...
[glow=red,2,300]"Alright, out with it then, Tell me your name, and then tell me the traditions of the masquerade, the rules you will be expected to follow, if you are to live the life of the undead."[/glow]
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