[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/xOqbNW5.jpg[/img][/center] [center] If you're interacting with someone important: Ie. An Elder, A reoccurring NPC, Vlad... Your Event will be written like a regular post. [/center] [center][h3] [color=7bcdc8][i][b]-Bloody Good Bar-[/b][/i][/color][/h3] [/center] - [color=c4df9b]Inside the London pub:[/color] [@Major Ursa] - [i]While Willamar enjoys a nice glass of Brandy, a mighty man (fluffy beard, large and sinewy hands, iron muscles) is sitting at the center of the pub alone, drinking a refreshing beer after a hard days of work. Frustration seems to be building up in the brawny man as he observes a tiny red-haired waitress get sexually harassed by a drunk, top-hat politician. First the rich man slaps her butt, then he ask her if she'd like to give him a little something after her shift. He flaunts his money in front of her as if she were some kind of prostitute. Obviously, this prick felt entitled to have her. She expresses to the man that she is married but her saying no just makes him want her more. The wealthy man forcibly pulls her to him and plants a painful, hard kiss on her lips while groping her plump ass. Most people acted like they could not see this, the big man, however, refused to be a bystander. He stands up slamming his fist into his table demanding the drunkard to stop. Not phased by the simpleton, the politician lets out an annoying snort and continues to touch her... Before you knew it, a beer glass went straight for his head. CRASH. Nearly knocking the scum unconscious. Now terrified, the waitress runs into the kitchen. Some random idiot yells: [color=9e0b0f]BAR FIGHT[/color]. And the pub becomes a chaotic hell. While you sit with your nice, lovely brandy, a man with glasses is flown in the air and hits your table. As he lays on the now broken table, he spits out blood and a tooth. From the distance, you could see a gang of drunk men coming your way....[/i] - [color=a2d39c]Meanwhile, outside the London pub:[/color] [@Jangel13] - [i]Lorenzo and his gang are prowling the streets ready to hunt some stupid humans. Across the street from a pub, you can see five people stumble out hurriedly: two heterosexual couples and a male, fifth wheel. After they joke about the fight going on inside, the two girls get into a disagreement about whether or not the female waitress "had it coming". Their voices get louder and louder by the second, filling the entire street with their high pitched voices. The fifth wheel was the more sober one out of the group. He immediately cuts in to shut them up. There was no need to add a cat brawl to the night. He then offers a shortcut to get to his house, since he didn't live too far from here. One couple tells the others to go on ahead. Not waiting for a response from their group, they quickly scurry to an alleyway nearby... and commence in canoodling one another. The other couple, the woman quite pissed and disgusted at everyone else and her lover too drunk to comprehend her emotions, tell the fifth wheel to lead the way. Sighing, the fifth wheel takes the first right on Garret Street. Before the turn, he meets eyes with you, Lorenzo, but thinks nothing of it. Wiping the sleep off his eyes, he marches forward. His friends were assholes who only cared about themselves and here he was taking care of the fools. Well, minus the horny idiots.[/i] [hr][color=7bcdc8][center][h3][b][i]-Nose Candy-[/i][/b][/h3][/center][/color][center][@Akai no Senshi][/center] [color=00746b]"Lord Louis Ventrue himself!"[/color] A strange boy bowed to the Elder. A whiff of his scent made Ventrue's nose turn. Not because he smelt awful, but because he was... different. This boy wasn't anyone he recognized nor did he seem like a vampire. The answer hit Louis like a board across the face: this was an Aspirant. A coy smile spread on the white haired man's face, for this was a rare occasion indeed. [color=00746b]"Are you sure you'd like us to fight such a thing, sir? A Kraken is generally known as the monster that suctions your face in, after all."[/color] [color=aba000]"Hm... I see your point. A Kraken and its many thrashing tentacles are hardly a challenge for my House. I saw it once, yet it fled at the mere sight of me! Vlad couldn't possibly be happy with the death of such a craven creature. So I suppose we will settle with obliterating the Leviathan instead..."[/color] Louis told this newcomer. For a second, the Elder looked away, as if lost in thought. Suddenly, he threw down the trash can lids and pulled a flintlock pistol from his coat with lightning reflexes, the muzzle pressed up against this boy's head. A single finger cocked the firing mechanism. [color=aba000]"You know, the last Aspirant to approach me without permission was 600 years ago. The only words he got out were 'Hello, sir' but then I ripped out his spine. I'm sure you've heard the stories."[/color] Ventrue's usual whimsical tone switched to a deadly serious, his red eyes glaring at the boy. [color=aba000]"...But even knowing all this, you [i]STILL[/i] decided to talk me? That takes big, [i]massive[/i] balls. And I respect that to a whole new level."[/color] Louis uttered, his familiar grin cracking back onto his face. [color=aba000]"I respect it so much that I'm making you an official member of the House of Ventrue. We need more ballsy types like you, ones who don't run away from a monumental challenge. I'll have someone prepare the ceremony in say... 3 days, give or take."[/color] Augustus wasn't going to die after all. In fact, great news came from this chit chat with the Elder. The flintlock pistol was lowered and Ventrue gave the human before him a clap on the shoulder. As he did so though, a brick of packaged white powder* fell from his jacket, silently landing on the floor. The vampire lord's eyes fell upon it and a quizzical look appeared on his face. Pocketing the pistol, he bent over.[color=aba000] "Ah, yes. [i]This[/i]. I uh... 'borrowed' this package from Grangrel today. He had it on his person and he wasn't paying any attention to me. Anyway, I'm not exactly sure what it is."[/color] Ventrue picked the brick up and unfurled the packaging. He poured a good sum of the powdery substance into his palm, some of it leaking onto the floor. His head leaned into his palm, and he took a good whiff of it, as if he were seeing if it had any smell to it. A good bit of it got sucked into his nostrils, and Louis stumbled back as though he was kicked by a mule. At the same time, he began to feel just a bit light headed. [color=aba000]"Damn! I didn't expect that!"[/color] he cried, his eyelids blinking rapidly while he tried to blow the white substance out of his nostrils. He dusted off his hand on his pants leg and folded the rest of the package before turning his attention back to Augustus. [color=aba000]"Since you seem to be free, I want you to see if you find someone who knows what this is and then report back to me. It shouldn't be too hard with all the criminals in this city. I want to know what shady things Grangrel is bringing into London. Just be careful. You're still a human for 3 more days. Speaking of that..."[/color] Ventrue produced the flintlock pistol he had been holding moments ago and handed it to Augustus along with the mysterious package. With a wave of his hand, the Elder sent his underling off to his bidding. As Louis walked away, he was filled with an amazing feeling, and all of a sudden, he couldn't stop staring at his hands. [sub]*Cocaine[/sub][hr][color=7bcdc8][h3][center][i][b]-Secular Motions-[/b][/i][/center][/h3][/color][center][@Miakardia][/center] [color=fff79a]"Personally, my lord, I would recommend the cabernet sauvignon... There's a few bottles from 1807 in the back, a fantastic year, I must say..."[/color] Francois eyes dart to the lone figure standing there, instantaneously recognizing his Prelate's regal form. The man was dressed [i]almost[/i] as fashionably as himself, but not quite. A small nod of greeting is given, but Francois doesn't respond to Viktor's suggestion, rather apathetic to what wine is brought to him as long as the alcohol does its job properly. [color=fff79a]"The swine... What has he done now?"[/color] At the words, the Elder scoffed and turned away, tightening his fists until his knuckles turn white. [color=f26522]"He did nothing, Viktor. Absolutely nothing. But I can't stand so much as to look at the bastard..."[/color] he seethes. After a moment, Francois breathes heavily and lets his emotions go for the time being. [color=f26522]"I don't wish to think about it right now though. Tonight, I'll drink till I can't hold myself up and bed wenches till I'm sore."[/color] The gentleman's icy blue eyes fell upon a table to his right and he is suddenly reminded of an urgent issue. His feet carried him to the wooden surface where a single letter lay unopened, the great seal of House Malkavian engraved in the wax that kept it shut. [color=f26522]"I'm glad you visited me when you did. I was about to forget my duties as Master of the House."[/color] He took the envelope and strode over to Viktor, handing it to the proud man. [color=f26522]"There has been some clamoring in Parliament. Apparently, there's been a few radicals that want to separate the Church and state, and they've been gaining quite the audience. They're prepared to send a bill to do such through next Friday. As our primary influence comes from within the Church, this would be a devastating loss. In short, I want these reformers out of the picture."[/color] Francois stated concisely. He began to pace back and forth with his hands gripped behind his back, each foot stepping with eloquence of a thoroughbred stallion. [color=f26522]"However, this isn't your run of the mill assassination. I want their deaths to seem like accidents. Inconspicuous. I don't want the masses out on a witch hunt. As a man of many talents, you're the right man for the job."[/color] The Malkavian stopped his pacing and pointed to the envelope in his Prelate's fingers. [color=f26522]"That contains all the information available about these men. Names, addresses, hobbies... You get the picture."[/color] As if on que, the serving girl that Francois had sent off earlier returned with a case of wine and a couple of glasses. A small smile flickered onto the blond's face, and he gestured Viktor out the door. [color=f26522]"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have my own 'duties' to attend to. We will speak more on the morrow."[/color] [hr][color=7bcdc8][h3][center][i][b]-Possession-[/b][/i][/center][/h3][/color][center][@luclovers][@Neko Sensei][@Stern Algorithm][/center] An enormous shadowy figure watches as the two Adjutants, Laurant and Igraine, are bossed around by the imperious Elizabeth. Before Elizabeth can vanish into the tunnels beneath the tavern, the heavily garbed vampire steps forth. This person's face can not be seen, hidden behind their shrouded hood. [i]You can't tell if the figure is male or female.[/i] [color=8882be]"Oh my darling Elizabeth, where, oh where are you heading now?"[/color] the ambiguous sing song voice of her superior calls out. [color=8882be]"I have come to give you orders. Pressing matters, my darling."[/color] It's quite clear from their demeanor that they are a Prelate, a rare sight for the two Adjutants. Unseen eyes suddenly dart to Laurent and Igraine. A soft chuckle can be heard before this enigmatic person steps closer to Igraine. They kneel down to get on her level, silently breathing. [color=8882be]"Amaury's bastard. As edible as your mother was. If only he had let me have you when you were a child..."[/color] the shade whispers ominously to her. Igraine can make out the lower portion of this eerie person's face. Two massive scars run from the corners of their mouth, a terrifying Chelsea Grin "smiling" back at her. The rest of their jawline seems burnt and scarred. Before she can respond, they stand upright and stride toward Elizabeth. [color=8882be]"As I was saying. Pressing matters, Elizabeth. Very pressing, yes. Lord Grangrel would like you to find the root of the Malkavian infestation."[/color] they purr. [color=8882be]"This isn't an open ended assignment though, my darling. Oh no, no, no. You have until the end of the night to uncover a lead. If not... Well..."[/color] The person draws a smile across her lips [i](as if insinuating she'll have a permanent smile just like his)[/i], snickering all the while. Whoever this figure is, they are clearly not sane. [color=8882be]"Don't think I have forgotten about your kiddies though."[/color] they tell her, adding more onto her plate. The shade spins around and stares at the two again. [color=8882be]"You two... So young, so fresh. They call me the Wraith, for I have no name. I have served Lord Grangrel longer than anyone. As a matter of convenience, I will have you carry out a couple of menial tasks that would be beneficial to our House."[/color] The Wraith pulls off one of their black gloves, revealing a disgusting necrotic hand. One of their shriveled, black fingers points at Laurent. [color=8882be]"You, fancy boy. There's been rumors of someone investigating our Lord's latest kill within the Red Light District. You should be able to find information in the whore houses. Discover who this person is. Then dissuade him from his case by any means necessary. Do this on top of whatever else your lovely, luscious mistress has demanded of you."[/color] [color=9e0b0f][Neko Sensei, if you haven't already, please read Nytem4re's recent post][/color] The frail, gross hand then aims at the smaller vampire, and a long, saliva coated tongue drags across the Wraith's chin. [color=8882be]"And you, my treat... If you wish to find yourself in the kind graces of you father, then locate a package that was taken from him. It contains our newest supplement to our thriving, underground... 'pharmacy'. Yes, yes, the white stuff."[/color] they inform her, a somewhat seductive tone to their voice. [color=9e0b0f][Stern Algorithm, please read "Nose Candy" event] [/color] With that, the cloaked figure begins to take his leave. However, a few steps forward and they stop. [color=8882be]"Remember, failure is not an option, my sweets..."[/color] they warn before vanishing from sight.