Penny

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@Humble1

The Fae were mad for human music. They could reproduce a symphony with digital precision but somehow it always seemed to lack some vital, vibrant and living component. As a result the ability to create music of any kind was especially prized among humans they interacted with. Of course this was not necessarily good news for musicians who played for them. Think of a famous musician who died young and dollars to pay the fae were somehow involved.

The Moon's Gift was packed tonight. The fae were out in force tonight. A pair of women, impossibly beautiful but with the icy cast of Winter sat in a corner, their drinks smoking with frost. A knight, armored in a breastplate of autumn leaves of red and gold, leaned against the bar chatting with a woman made of twisted green vines. Other less identifiable creatures, changelings, sprites and clued in mortals packed the seats, chatting quietly.

A hush fell over the crowd as the lights went down. Old school pyrotechnics began to detonate with sparkling flashes and smoke billowed from concealed generators only to be light a moment later by lasers that flashed and pulsed. A stylized axe flashed in glittering lights and then the smoke suddenly cleared as the shredding chords of Gossamer Axe began to blast out. A spotlight stabbing down on Giselle Rainwalker.

"Is this seat taken Cheri?" a cultured voice with a creole accent asked. The question was pro forma as the speaker, a handsome black man in a tuxedo and top hat was already sitting down.

"Because I am rather taken with your seat," he said with a lewd chuckle. There was a strange smell about him, like orchids underlaid with something faintly astringent. Small cylinders of cotton wool were pressed into his nose and a cigar was pressed between his lips. A glass of pungent rum punch was held negligent in one hand.

"What do you see when you look at her?" he enquired, gesturing to Giselle with his cigar.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

If by breaking in you mean 'planning an armed assault' yes, I would say it threatens his interests. @rush99999

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@rush99999
You can see six of them, though you notice that a couple of them appear to be talking into what look like blue tooth headsets

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@rush99999
Quincy stood in the doorway in an expensive suit which was utterly ruined by several bullet holes. That amount of air conditioning would have been lethal to a human, even to most vampires, but in Quincy's case, dark unnatural blood welled up sullenly, like treacle being forced from a bottle. One of the vampire's expensive shoes was gone and his vest was splattered with more red, more human blood, clearly not his own. Ironically Quincy's tie, complete with gold tie pin was unmarked and perfectly fastened.

"We are out of time, they musn't have it," Quincy declared, and thrust a small ornately fashioned key with a tag of polished wood into January's hand. Three digits were picked out in golden inlay and there was the slight and familiar hum of power to the thing. Without waiting for a response Quincy shoved January inside and slammed the door shut. A moment later there was a burst of gunfire, not the child like crack of a gangbangers hand gun, but the deep full throated roar of assault weapons. There was a bat like shriek beyond the door and the beating of great wings. The gunfire intensified. Through a grimy window January could make out men, human men carrying modern assault weapons. His vampiric eyes picked out the glint of chainmail shirts beneath their hoodies and jeans as they hosed fire into the sky after some retreating foe. One of the men, a shaven headed brute who might have served as a USMC recruiting poster if not for the burns which disfigured his neck and lower jaw, pointed at January's door and shouted something which wasn't an invitation to dinner.

Synopsis

Qunicy gives you a key and then slams the door shut in your face a second before assault rifle armed thugs in hoddies and chain mail open fire on him. He turns to a great bat and flies away, but not before the thugs spot your apartment and head for it.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@Humble1 the card should be tie to the NPC to which you owe a debt

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

Added the Foreman to the zeroth.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@tokkiya
Room 516 was at the end of a long hallway. It was probably meant to command a picturesque view over the river, but the muddy polluted ribbon of water failed to deliver, even under moonlight it glittered with an unhealthy looking aspect that couldn't quite be defined. A wound care cart stood outside the door, waiting to be taken to central sterile, biohazard been bulging with bloody gauze. A young African American nurse arched an eyebrow as Anders approached, her heavy floral perfume an obvious violation of the fragrance free signs which hung on the walls.

"Sir visiting hours are..." she began but was interrupted by a harrumph from inside the room.

"Its ok Wendy, maybe a good time for a break sweetie," a gruff voice called from inside the room. The nurse hesitated for a moment and then stood, scooping up her phone and a crossword puzzle she had been working on.

"If you need anything Mr Jones, you just press that red button," she called and then slipped of down the hall, casting a skeptical eye over Anders.

Inside the room Jones lay on a bed. He was shirtless, impressively muscled in a sinewy kind of way, old scar tissue from ancient and wounds, all the more stark for the fact his belly and arms had been shaved prior to treatment. His right arm was wrapped in bandages as was the lower part of his abdomen. A long cut run up his left cheek, held together by a series of butterfly stiches.

"Anders," Jones grunted, giving no sign of being in pain other than a slightly distasteful twist of his jaw.

"I went down to the old theatre on the edge of Beacon and west, I heard there were strange sounds down there. Thought it might be the Foreman." The Old Theatre had been abandoned decades ago when gentrification had failed in Kingsley, it had been a magnet for grafitti and a place for kids to drink for a long while, its faded grandeur a magnet.

"Got jumped by a couple of vamps, but not before I saw they had snatched a couple kids," Jones grunted with characteristic brevity. How an old man had managed to escape vampires was left unstated.

Synopsis

Jones was jumped by a couple of vampires at an old Theatre in Anders turf.

The Foreman - Back in the 70's there was a major industrial accident in Kinglsey where a chemical factor burned. Eleven workers and a foreman, the so called 'Kingsley Twelve' burned to death due to failure of the company to take proper saftey precautions. Over the next decade various directors of the company were found horribly murdered. The cases were never solved by the police, but those in the know realize it was the spirit of the Foreman and his men, now restless shades. They spirits still occasionally manifest in Kingsley, particularly after fires, scaring or harming bystanders. [+] Haunted.

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

I'm stuck waiting for Dark Cloud to show the coachman his invitation

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@rush99999 Hard to make out through a door, but there aren't too many people left in the world who speak conversational Latin, most people sound like children learning their words to you.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@POOHEAD189

Caber knew something was wrong as he approached his favorite bar. The door was open but the usual buzz of conversation from the patrons was absent. The place smelled of steel and blood, it reeked of cold iron. Several range rovers, old and battered were carelessly parked across loading zones. A keen eye picked out rifle racks in the back, empty as the sockets of so many skulls.

Prompt

Describe Caber's favorite bar.
You owe the barkeep a debt - create this NPC
You are owed a debt by someone in mortality, create this NPC or hold for later.