VtM Part One - New Arrivals

Fourier

The perfect night vision at Lysander's command allows him to see the hunter, along with Jonathon's wife, who is knocked out on the ground.

The hunter's heart is racing, especially since the hall lights went out.

Necro

Lysander tries to spy the sword mentioned in the email. He takes the gun from his belt but does not aim it just yet.

Fourier

The sword has been cleverly covered with a black coating to make it difficult to see in the dark. It looms large in the hunter's hands. To be fair, most vampires with a Kindred's typical night vision would not be able to see it. Lysander is among the few Lasombra though whose vision is sensitive to an impossible degree. Reflected starlight makes the room as bright as midday to him. There won't be any surprises from that sword.

Necro

Lysander now aims the gun at the hunter's head. He stealths further into the room...

Fourier

Lysander enters, the hunter doesn't even register until he hears the trigger of the gun (OOC: only possible due to Lysander's poor experience), he swings wildly, but though the sword connects Lysander's Kindred physiology means it is no more than bruise.

Lysander quickly fires twice and the hunter collapses holding the gun wounds in his stomach.

Necro

Lysander feeds on the hunter, draining him of every drop left in his body.

Fourier

Lysander is fully replenished. His body full to the brim with Vitae.

The hunter lies dead. He could say little given the speed at which Lysander drained him, just something about a brother.

The clock at the bedside says 22:35

Necro

Lysander takes the sword from the hunter. Then he walks over to the unconscious wife of Jonathon. He opens his arm, and lets the Vitae drop into her mouth..

Fourier

She looks up in dark startled. "Where am I?" the Vitae is keeping her calm enough, she doesn't scream, it lets her believe she is in the presence of a friend.

Necro

Lysander speaks to her.

'You are safe my dear. What is your name? Go quickly to my apartment and rest my dear. You have earned it.'

Fourier

"Jonathon's friend....you saved my life...that lunatic attacked me. I'll go right away, is Jonathon there?"

Necro

'No, Jonathon is minding the children. Fear not, you will see them...soon. If you wish.'

Lysander searches the room quickly for any further items of the hunter's.

Fourier

The hunter travelled light, but had big ambitions. His notebook reveals his target was Deborah, the Toreador Primogen.

Jonathan's wife speaks once more "Oh my name is Susan, really I can't thank you enough!"

She heads out the door.

Necro

Lysander pockets the notebook before he stealths out of the room again and down the stairs. He peers into the hallway to see if anyone is awake.

Fourier

About four people are downstairs now. Seems like the tenants are socialising. All are in the common area. An escape out the front door would be trivial.

Necro

Lysander slips into the bedroom he originally entered and places the gun in a bedside drawer. Then he slips back out and exits via the front door.

He takes off at normal walking pace towards the sewer entrance he was advised about.

Fourier

OOC: 3XP. Off for the night.

Fourier

He arrives at the manhole on California Avenue, it's next to a Credit Union and an up market biker shop. A bunch of start up tech types are talking in a café near by.

Necro

Lysander pries at the manhole to see will it open easily.

Fourier

The cover lifts effortlessly, a powerful stench and a long drop await, there seems to be no ladder.

The tech geeks point and laugh.

Necro

Lysander pays no attention to the tech geeks and drops into the sewer.

Fourier

He falls a frightening distance, were he human he would have broken both legs, but he isn't and he didn't.

The sewer leads both left and right, to the left is quite dark, though Lysander can see as if it were day that it continues for a while before turning at a right angle.

To his right is a boarded up sewer gate. A human would see the marks on the board as meaningless graffiti, all Kindred however know that the board signals the start of Nosferatu territory.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

He falls a frightening distance, were he human he would have broken both legs, but he isn't and he didn't.

The sewer leads both left and right, to the left is quite dark, though Lysander can see as if it were day that it continues for a while before turning at a right angle.

To his right is a boarded up sewer gate. A human would see the marks on the board as meaningless graffiti, all Kindred however know that the board signals the start of Nosferatu territory.

Lysander continues down the left turn, drawing the sword now but proceeding as stealthily as he can.

Fourier

Lysander sees an entity about three times his height dart across where the current tunnel meets the perpendicular one ahead. It's too vast to get much visual info aside from green skin and a small cut smelling of Vitae and not blood.

Necro

Lysander stealths up to the end of the current tunnel and peeks both ways down the perpendicular one.

Fourier

When he first looks he sees nothing, then he hears a thud behind him. Turning, he is confronted with a monstrosity.



Oddly though, the being speaks.

"A Lasombra. How odd. Truly I did not expect one of you. A Ventrue eager to prove himself, a Toreador marched off by their elders or perhaps a Tremere seeking an unusual encounter with strange magic, but one of the Keepers.....

....so tell me your tale"

The voice is refined and controlled.

Necro

Lysander regards the being with caution.

'What are you? My tale is very uninteresting... one of lies upon further lies. I was sent here to investigate the death of ghouls.... they asked me to make it stop. Weren't too forward with details on how.'

Fourier

"Well I can end your investigation quite quickly for you. I am the one killing them. I require mortals of good stock and whose mind remains relatively unaffected by the blood bond. It is easier to start with preexisting Nosferatu ghouls and convert them, their ghouls are usually quite strong of mind. None so far have passed the test however."

Necro

Lysander takes a step back.

'Ok. But we seem to have a problem then. I was tasked with stopping you.'

He thinks.

'But I abhor violence. I have no wish to challenge you or attempt to harm you. Can we come to some arrangement... perhaps where you take your plans.... elsewhere?'

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'But I abhor violence. I have no wish to challenge you or attempt to harm you. Can we come to some arrangement... perhaps where you take your plans.... elsewhere?'

"You are intensely afraid and yet none of what you say is a lie to escape the obvious fact that I could kill you. You are interesting....."

he ruminates on Lysander

"....and hence you will live. Now, I do not feel like leaving, what will you do about that?"