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  2. Ravenna raised a single brow at the arrival of the disheveled woman gaining entrance into the private portion of the club. She had to be someone, that much was sure, if she was in here and since she carried the obvious look of 'broke and unimportant' the next best guess was 'kindred'. "Well, well," she mused, the corners of her lips curled up into a grin. "And what has the proverbial cat drug in this evening?" Unconcerned for the most part, she turned her attention back to the conversation at hand. "I merely said 'ambition'. I did not say grand, or lofty. What your implying are 'schemes', and I assure you, I've none here in Berlin to concern myself with. I just meant ambition in it's simplest form: to apply oneself to achieve something worthy of the work one placed into it. Nothing more, nothing less. I'm sure the Prince is worthy of the title, but this is hardly the first, how do the American's put it? 'Good ol' boy' city I've been to. If he's surrounded himself by loyalists and those those he can count on, then he's one step ahead of most others in this world."
  3. The sun goes down. Her eyes open. She is still as only the dead can be still. She listens. She can hear the rats in the walls, the roaches scurrying from place to place, shadow to shadow. If she tries real hard she imagines she can hear the worms crawling among the remains of the elderly woman who had owned the small house and now lies buried in the small garden outside. She listens and hears only the things one would expect in a home rotting from within. Slowly she unfolds from her resting place in the back closet, rising to stand with movements unnatural yet precise. If anyone could have seen her , there in the pitch black closet, they would have ran screaming or they would have stood frozen piss running down their leg. Either way they would have died. She was hungry and needed to feed it had been, what now two days, three? Her tongue ran over her teeth feeling the fangs which marked her. Irony. As a child and adolescent she had always had over large canines a rich source of embarrassment and teasing. On more than one occasion cruel children, her friends, had called her fang face, or blood sucking vampire. Her father had relented when she was fourteen and had them fixed by her orthodontist, had paid a small fortune. And here she was now, a real vampire and the fangs were back but unlike her fellow vampires, the Kindred, who could hide theirs only bringing them out when the needed them to feed, hers were always there, longer than before, sharper. Drawing the eye of anyone who saw her open her mouth. She was fang face once again, only now no one laughed. Hungry. She leaves the closet and the house she needs to hunt, to feed. It takes her well over an hour to finally find a likely target. She doesn't know where she is in the city she just isn't that familiar but she tries to stay where there isn't much activity. Better to avoid being seen by anyone living or dead, especially dead. She marks her target two teenagers a boy and a girl, attractive and obviously into each other they can barely keep their hands off of each other as the are walking along the street with purpose. She thinks they are going to someplace they know so they can fuck. She decides to let them. She can wait. But she was wrong that's not where they were going. They knocked on the door the skinhead who answered was pale and she knew instantly that he was like her a vampire on of the Kindred. This pissed her off her food was going to become some other blood suckers dinner. She felt rage there was no pain as the claws ripped through skin and talons grew from her finger tips she heard a low growl like some savage beast. It never registered that it was her. Sh moved through the shadows. My food She was a few yards from the door when it opened. In an instant she was again in the shadows. The kine heard nothing but the vampire sensed ...something. He looked around but failed to see her and shrugging he and his two friends started walking somewhere with purpose. Jade calmed down the claws retracted and she stated following a a safe distance. Was it possible that the kids didn't know they were with a vampire? They led her to a club. Jade watched as people came and went there were other clubs nearby but this one she knew was special. The Vampire and the kids had gone right in and the door man had seemed to know the Kindred. As she watched two More Kindred, both women she recognized from her brief time at the Princes court, entered. Jade checked her reflection in a nearby window she looked pretty shabby but then so did a lot of the kids going into the club and she still had most of the 100 euro's they gave her when they cast her out. She could blend in and there was a lot of food here and apparently vampires too. The doorman looked up at the severe looking blond crossed the street, former special forces he had observed her watching the club but hadn't alerted anyone now though as she crossed the street something about her gave him a eerie feeling. “What do you want?” he asked as she came up to the door. Before she could say anything he put the red velvet rope up to signal that the club was full. “We are full right now maybe you should go to one of the other clubs down the street.” He indicated with a jerk of his head. Jade could smell the life coming off the big man could hear the blood surging through his veins as his heart pumped.. She wanted to rip his throat out and drown her hunger. Insted she closed her eyes tight for a second and steeled herself, then in barley passable German “I can pay the cover I just want to go in and listen to the music. I'm no trouble. I promise.” She looked at him and held out the 5 euro note. Clause started to shake his head but then her eyes seemed to bore into his to fill his mind. “Please I just want to have a little fun and maybe get something to eat I can smell the food even from out here and it smells so good.” Clause could think of nothing but those eyes he took the bill and opened the rope and the strange woman went inside. The place was incredible she had avoided places where the kine gathered ever since she had been set free but there was energy and life here that drew her. Jade felt the hunger but it seemed somehow lessened here, as if the very humanity on display kept it at bay. There were others of her kind here as well. She tried to mingle to find someone she could take someplace quiet and out of the way to feed on. But most of the kids seemed to notice something off about her and few remained close to her for long. It began to annoy her then she saw one of the women she had recognized leading a tall handsome boy up some curving stairs the boy had a glassy look to his face one Jade recognized he was being compelled. Jade followed as discreetly as she could. She found herself on the second floor but couldn't find the woman she did find the restaurant and the stairs leading up to a third floor private club. The pretty girl wanted her to pay a hundred euros for a one time membership. Jade smiled showing her teeth and looked deep into the girls eyes... Marlene and Olaf both saw Jade enter the third floor private club. Of course them being who they were they knew about Jade, at least as much as the Prince had let be known, but neither rof them had expected to see the caitiff here. “Oh my, this should be interesting.” they both said at the same time form different parts of the room and to different people.
  4. It was a relief to get away from the tension at the table for a little while. Here, in the music, with the people, she could forget who she was...what she was. Craving for blood might have overtaken her hunger and thirst...but it did nothing to limit the power that music had. The beast cared only for flesh and blood. Desires and pleasures of the mind were unscathed. Her sire had scoffed at music...at least at music as humans practiced it. He preferred the sound of insects and animals, the howl of wind, and of course...silence. He was big on that too. Lily could remember all the times he'd muttered that she was little better than 'one of those Toreador idiots.' But in the end even he had to admit that everyone met undeath on their own terms. Everyone made their own peace...or failed to. She found herself watching the werewolf. She couldn't help herself. The creature looked so normal. The irony of this, one monster in human guise marveling that there was another monster in human guise, was not lost on Lily. Do they have it better than us, I wonder? The old man said they were practically slaves to their rage, but he may have been full of it. Besides, how is that different from what WE are? At least they're still alive. Lily found herself with many, many questions. Things she'd never articulated to herself because they were as impossible as musing about if one could walk on the surface of the sun. You'd never get there, so why bother? Werewolves hated vampires, said her sire, and there was no fooling them. Was he wrong about that too? Abruptly she became aware of someone else approaching. Lily jerked around on instinct, eyes widening as she prepared to fight or flee...then relaxed a bit on seeing who it was. One of the vampires from the table. The one with the hard to pronounce name. Erza...something. Shit. Probably better not to try to wing it with a nickname. Vampires could be really touchy about that sort of thing. She gave Erzsébet a nod and even a little smile. "Hey."
  5. "Oh, there are those with ambition, but the wrong kind of ambition gets you ground under the Dietrich's heel. Granted, he has very expensive tastes, so it's a designer, or custom made heel, but a heel none the less." Olaf said with a small shrug. "The last person to try to fulfill grand ambitions was back when the wall was up. He thought to declare himself Prince of the other half of Berlin. When the wall came down, Dietrich corrected him. To this day that other kindred is just remembered as 'that poor bastard' by the kindred here." he chuckled as he thought back about it. Olaf then leans forward, resting his elbows on the table and crosses his arms on it as he spoke in a somewhat more hushed tone. "I have been to several cities in my time. Prague, Vienna, Kraków, and Paris, to name a few, and rarely have I seen a city and Prince so ingrained with one another. Many here owe him a lot and he is good friends with the right people. Like the Toreador. There's one of their clan Elders." he said as he motioned with his eyes toward the booth with Annalisa and Marlene sitting at it. "So if you have lofty ambitions, then good for you. But I would think twice and tread very, very carefully." he cautioned.
  6. "Find all the pleasure you like dear," Ravenna said with a false smile of interest. If these people were content to be lurching over a toilet bowl vomiting up the contents of the fruit salad they'd eaten earlier all for the sake of tasting a few strawberries, that was their prerogative. She did so love the 'last word' types though, the people who said what they thought passed for relevant, then swiftly fled the scene to escape a possible rebuttal that could unravel their fragile and flawed philosophies. The Italian Elder watched her scurry off like a lamb fleeing a verbal slaughter. Kids these days, how adorable. She had known many a Kindred in her day who could eat mortal food, she'd even trained herself to do it once upon a time. It took time, but it was possible and required far more effort than most Kindred would care to put in, despite having forever. Those she knew who had it however considered it a great gift for thwarting those knowledgeable in vampire lore, but it was never some frivolity to play at being human instead of a vampire. It was a tool in the vampire's arsenal, not a means of escaping what they truly were. Not to mention that anyone with an ounce of class would ever willingly engage in an act that could produce them the results of damp, withered food that had been resting in a dank, vestigial, unused stomach that no longer produced the necessary enzymes to break down for easier regurgitation. The thought made her shudder. "So," her lips were curled in a wicked smirk, trying to shake off the thoughts of regurgitated food. She had the air of every feminine Disney villain ever about her. "Are trivialities all Berlin has to offer, or are there individuals with ambition in this city?"
  7. Erzsébet's dark blue eyes narrowed on the woman singing on the small stage. She was not any image of a werewolf she was familiar with. The beasts of haunting the Carpathians were ravening savages barely glimpsed between the trees and under the shadows, their howls shivering the air. Very rarely seen, their threat was a nebulous presence hanging over the uncivilized regions of the area. The dusky skinned woman singing on stage conveyed none of that. Erzsébet would have thought this nothing more than one of Olaf's teasingly irritating follies, except the Burgomeister seemed too amused by the revelation. The small woman sniffed condescendingly. The 'lone wolf' was a product of modern storytelling. Wolves were a danger due to acting as a pact - in truth, a single wolf was far less dangerous. If the songstress turned out to be a rabid dog, she would be put down like a rabid dog. Erzsébet could not countenance that more than one lupine could have infiltrated as bastion of the Kine. Her gaze narrowed in interest as the predatory Italian noblewoman made her entrance, stylishly attired if disconcertingly tall compared to one of her modest height. Erzsébet politely nodded and waved when Artus excused himself to speak with the newcomer. Her eyes went to her ghoul sister Lillian, crimson lips curving with fondness as she danced with a tall man, well muscled with large hands able to completely encircle her waist who seemed to be likely entertainment for an evening. She rolled her eyes with exasperation when Artus returned with the woman and Olaf began his crass flirtations, but her lips tightened at Ravenna's condescension for their appetizers, her clear spite in enjoying any discomfort it may cause later. In response to Ravenna's disgust, Erzsébet helped her to a strawberry liberally dipped in rich cream, savoring it before standing up and slipping out of the booth. "Bella Ravenna, for some of us, death lays lightly upon us," Erzsébet murmured in a husky contralto at odds with her diminutive stature, "And we can still find pleasure in the trivialities of the Kine. Be it in gastronomic delight or the heated sensation of coupling with Kine or Kindred, what matter where we find it? There must be more to our damnation than merely cursed existence and blood and blood and blood." She gave the Italian a once-over, lips quirking. "There is nothing sad in not descending into a base beast, nor blasphemously believing one to be a god - for there is but One God. It is in fact, too often lamentably commendable for our kind. I do hope you can find your ease in Berlin, Ravenna. As for myself, I believe I am in the mood for some dancing." So saying, Erzsébet sashayed onto the dance floor to join Lillian. Petite and baroquely glamorous, the supposed Countess conveyed a sense of danger despite her delicate, curvaceous appearance. She moved like an enticing predator, graceful in her stiletto heeled boots, with a subtle strength out of proportion with her slim, short figure, her presence dominating the dance floor.
  8. Jade Carrow Clan: Catiff Sire: Unknown Nature: Survivor Demeanor: Competitor Generation: 7th Embrace: 2017 Apparent Age: 20's Story: Jade grew up in a middle class suburb in America. She was athletic and a Tomboy and took to sports and competitive activities early on. She was equally good in both team and Individual sports although never of star quality. She began Competitive Martial Arts training at the age of ten. By the time she was in High school her parents had divorced and both remarried, She lived with her Mother and step father and visited her dad on the designated weekends and for two or three weeks each summer. She had been an only child now she had step siblings. Through out high school she was at best a mediocre student but she kept her grade good enough to allow her to play sports and competed in Martial Arts Tournaments. After high school instead of collage she joined the Army and served as a Military Policeman. It was in the army that she honed her fighting skills and began body building. After a tour in the Army she left to go to collage. In collage she began fighting semi professionally which led eventually to her leaving collage to pursue a professional career as a MMA Fighter. Her carreer never seemed to take off and she was always on the low bill. She was about to give it up go back to school when a Promoter who she had worked with in Europe invited her to a series of paying matches In Germany. She decided to give the fighting career one last chance. And it was the last. While in Germany she received a mysterious invitation to a widely popular Gala. At the Gala while waiting for the mysterious admirer that had invited her she was attacked, murdered and embraced. She never saw her maker could not tell you if it was male or female. She was left at the Gala to be discovered. Now she lives her unlife each night prowling Berlin at the sufferance of the Prince. Forbidden by the one who allows her to live to leave the city, she is alone, a castoff, seeking to survive and carve a place in this world of darkness. Physical: Strength ●●●● (Powerful Arms), Dexterity ●●●● (Lightning Reflexes), Stamina ●●● Mental: Perception ●●●● (Tactical), Intelligence ●●, Wits ●●●● (Changes in Strategy) Social: Charisma ●●, Manipulation ●●●● (Persuasive), Appearance ●● Talents: Alertness ●●●, Athletics ●●● Awareness ●●, Brawl ●●●, Intimidation ●●, Streetwise ●● Skills: Drive ●, Firearms ●●, Leadership ●●, Melee ●●●, Stealth ●●●, Subterfuge ● Knowledges: Academics ●●, Computer ●●, Investigation ●● Languages: English(native), German Disciplines: Dominate ●●●, Celerity ●, Fortitude ●, Potence ●, Protean ●● Backgrounds: Generation ●●●●●, Contacts ● (Fight Promoter), ? ● Virtues: Conscience ●●●, Self-Control ●●●, Courage ●●●● Morality: Humanity ●●●●● ● Willpower: ●●●●●●●● MERITS: - -11 Efficient Digestion (-3) - You are able to draw more than the usual amount of nourishment from blood. When feeding, you gain an additional point to your blood pool for every two points of blood you consume. This does not allow you to exceed your blood pool maximum. Language (-1) - German Light Sleeper (-2) - You can awaken instantly at any sign of trouble or danger, and do so without any sleepiness or hesitation. You may ignore rules regarding how Humanity or your morality Path restricts the number of dice available during the day. Nine Lives (-6) Fate has granted you the opportunity to come as close to Final Death as anyone can get and still survive. When a roll occurs that would result in your death, the roll is made again. If the next roll succeeds, then you live — and one of your nine lives is used up. If that subsequent roll fails, then another reroll is made, until either a successful roll occurs or your nine lives are used up. The Storyteller should keep careful count of how many lives the character has remaining. FLAWS: +19 Dark Fate (+5) - You are doomed to experience Final Death or, worse, suffer eternal agony. No matter what you do, you cannot avoid this terrible fate. At some point during the chronicle, your Dark Fate will come upon you. Even more ghastly is the fact that you occasionally have visions of this fate, and the malaise these images inspire requires an expenditure of a temporary Willpower point to avoid, or else you lose a die from all of your actions for the remainder of the night. It is up to the Storyteller to determine the exact nature of this fate, and when it will occur. This is a difficult Flaw to roleplay; ironically, though it may seem as though it removes all free will, the knowledge of one’s death can be quite liberating. Permanent Fangs (+3) – Your fangs do not retract, making it impossible for you to hide your true nature. While some mortals may think you’ve had your teeth filed or are wearing prosthetic s, sooner or later you’re going to run into someone who knows what you truly are. You are also limited to a maximum Appearance rating of 3. Impatient (+1) – You have no patience for standing around and waiting. You want to do things now — fuck those slowpokes trying to hold you back. Every time you are forced to wait around instead of acting, a Self-Control roll is required to see if you go tearing off on your own instead. Lunacy (+2) – You are affected by the phases of the moon, increasing your chances to frenzy. Under the crescent moon, difficulties to avoid frenzy increase by one. Under the half or gibbous moon, difficulties rise by two. When the moon is full, difficulties increase by three. Eerie Presence (+2) – Mortals have an unconscious awareness of your undead nature, which makes then anxious and ill at ease in your presence. Because of this, difficulties of all rolls relating to social interaction with mortals are increased by two. Beacon of the Unholy(+2) – You radiate palpable evil. Clergy and devout mortals know instinctively that there is something horribly wrong with you, and react accordingly Grip of the Damned (+4) – There is no ecstasy in your Embrace — only terror and pain. Mortals upon whom you feed struggle and shriek while you attempt to feed, requiring you to grapple with them for as long as you wish to take their blood. For vampires with high Humanity, this experience may require a Humanity roll, at the discretion of the Storyteller. Giovanni cannot take this Flaw.. Freebie Points 26 (18 –11 Merits +19 Flaws) 4 dots Willpower -4 FP 1 dot Dominate -7 FP 1 Language – German -1FP 2 dots Attributes (+1 Manipulation, +1 Wits) -10FP 2 dots Abilities (+1 Leadership, +1 Subterfuge) -4FP MORE STORY
  9. Annalisa sat back a bit of a pout on her lips. "I'm not worried about her causing trouble I'm worried about ours if they find out." She is talking about the singer but not looking at her. Marlene follows her gaze which leads back to the table with Olaf. "Who is that woman speaking with Artus?" Annalisa asks
  10. "Well met Olaf," Ravenna said. Her smile snaked into a wicked curve. "Yes, I'm sure you wouldn't mind at all. I'm afraid I'm through my rebellious bad-boy phase, Signore Olaf. Perhaps had you caught me three centuries ago we'd had painted the town red... literally. It's always one thing I've appreciated about the Nos. They have a nerd-like quality about them. While all the other clans are thinking of power and prestige, they're thinking about sex. It makes them either very proficient at it, or incredibly eager to please, and I've always uses for either. Those who can look like others... certainly helps too." Her expression was simple and plain, the dead pan expression of a wolf wearing a sheep's mask. Everything bout her was predatory and shameless. A killing machine with nothing more than her restraint holding her back, and that seemed to be a very dim light in her soul. People didn't exist. Everything was a tool for her to exploit, use, finish with and cast aside. "I understand the age old adage of 'keeping up appearances', but in modern society it seems more an excuse for foolishness rather than a practice for survival. Frankly it's a disgusting practice. Taking in food so that it may rest in your vestigial stomach, where you then have to later lurch over a toilet or street corner and regurgitate it back up like some bulimic teen or model. Ugh... no thank you. It's positively repugnante. Please though, enjoy, the fuller you are the more painful the heaving will be later, and that I will enjoy thinking of." "As for why I'm here," She continued, lifting up a strawberry and sniffing it like she'd never seen one before. She gave a repulsed face and cast it back upon the platter. "You no doubt know what I do, Olaf. It's not easy work, and in time it takes it's toll. I do what I do protect both the Kine and ourselves from each other, and I accomplish this by hurting the Kine and ourselves. It's a noble path, albeit a dark one and it takes it's toll unless I take some time away from it once in awhile. Normally I'd sleep, but things are not very stable in this world right now so instead if sleeping, I'm trying to keep myself 'available', while on vacanza, one could say. After all, whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god. Sadly, I've yet to become either."
  11. Olaf grinned at Lily and let out a small laugh before catching himself. "You are in the presence of kindred..." he said as he nodded his head to around to the various club goers, "..and dozens more kine." he added. Olaf leaned forward, giving Ravenna an very overtly gave her the once over with an appreciative smile as his eyes explored her every curve, mound and valley. "I would expect you to know the value of 'keeping up appearances', Fraulein." he said as he rested an elbow on the table and his chin on his palm. "Because I must say, you do it so well." he grinned. "Bah. Where are my manners. I'm Olaf. And despite this ruggedly good looking exterior, underneath is the Primogen of the Nos and Burgomeister of Pankow." he said with an overly exaggerated flourish of his hand. "If you don't believe me, we can meet in the bathroom and I can show you my real face," he said as he then leaned a little closer and added, "and I wouldn't might showing you my O-face too." with a grin as he raised his eyebrows a few times with a smile. Dropping the joking he sat back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head, stretching his legs out beneath the table. "Sooo... What brings you to Berlin?" Olaf asked. The server nodded and quickly slipped away to deliver the message to Sid. Marlene sighed softly and flicked the sizable length of ash off the end of her cigarette into the awaiting ashtray. "Nothing is going to happen between her and you unless you make it happen, my child. She is calm, at peace or 'chill' I think the current jargon is for it. In fact, I am not sure I have ever seen one of her kind so... relaxed. I have been staring at her aura all night it is quite entrancing." she said as she placed her hand atop Annalia's, interlacing her fingers with those of her childe as a brief rush of warmth rushed from her sire's palm. To Annalisa, the colors in the room; skintones, hair, clothing upholstery and so on, seemed to desaturate, not quite to black and white, but nearly so. Then new colors came in, radiating from and around each person there. Among the kine the colors varied wildly, shifting slowly from one color to another. As Analisa's gaze reached the table of kindred, she could see colors radiating from them, but they were dull compared to the kine. Lily chuckled and pointed at an unknown kindred woman with her thumb, which caused Olaf to laugh, making both of their aura flash with vermilion. Then her eyes could not help but be drawn to the lupine girl sitting on stool, playing her acoustic guitar as she sang. Her aura was incredibly bright and vibrant, even when compared to the kine. Tiny starbursts of gray, deep red and dark green exploded against a background of bright, light blue at different parts of the song with waves of vermilion and violet rippling through the light blue from time to time in some sort of psychedelic display. "Normally, lupine auras are purple, red or brown. Or some combination thereof. The color of the small bursts all hint at other feelings she is having, likely drudged up by the song. Gray is depression. The deep red is desire. And the dark green? That is envy. 'Write what you know', they say. And the light blue dominating her aura? That means calm." she explained to Annalisa, soft whispering into her ear as she leaned close, brushing it with the tip of her nose.
  12. Lily blinked, then actually chuckled and nodded at Olaf. Indicating Ravenna with a jerk of her thumb, she said to the Nosferatu, "That's what I was expecting."
  13. "Saluti, Lilly." The raven haired woman said in practiced Italian, it was easy to discern what the word meant, so Ravenna didn't bother offering an English translation. She possessed an air of the proficient predator, a monster that had fully come to accept what she was and she possessed all the arrogant snobbery one would come to expect from a rich well-to-do celebrity or politician... or Lasombra. "Newcomer to Germany, yes. Newcomer to the Night, however, no. Pardon my forwardness, dear, but you are swaddled in discomfiture. Lilly, love, you're an apex predator and you have only to choices: own the room or dawdle in the threshold. Do away with your 'first day of school' nervousness, I don't bite." Her wink and smirk were not very comforting. "So, I see we're having fruit salad... how... gauche," Her revulsion was visible as well as her mingled confusion. "I'm sorry, I must admit I'm confused. I thought I was in the presence of Kindred."
  14. Lily looked up at 'Revanna of the Lasombra' and blinked, taken aback. Damn, she looked like she'd just stepped out of some kind of fashion TV show. Was that how she woke up every night? Goddamnit. That was really unfair. She gave Revanna a nod and smile, and threw a little gesture that was half a wave, and half a salute...sort of tipping her hand at eye level towards her. "Hey, Revanna. Nice to know I'm not the only newcomer in these parts."
  15. [Dialogue in Italian] "Hmmm. There is a certain hardiness to the Germans that could lead one to feel that way. For all that, though, they are worthy of some measure of respect. But then, I have lived here for a very long time. Perhaps I have just acclimatised to their ideosyncrasies in that time and no longer see it for what it is." he shrugs easily. "But that is neither here nor there. I would love to discuss the matter further at a later stage, but for now, you are correct. I should not monopolise your time so selfishly." At this, he slides out of the booth, offering the Beauty an arm as they return to the others at the table. [Dialogue in English from now on] "Thank you for your patience, please do forgive my absence." He slides a chair out, offering it to Ravenna and waiting till she is seated before taking his own. "I believe introductions are in order. Ravenna, may I introduce Lily, of the City Gangrel, Lady Erzsébet of Clan Brujah, as well as Olaf, Burgomeister of Pankow and Primogen to Clan Nosferatu. Annalisa, of Clan Toreador, is our host, but is tending to her duties as such at the moment. Everyone, may I introduce Revanna of the Lasombra. She will be visiting our fine city in the coming nights."
  16. [All dialogue is in Italian] "Surprisingly, in all my long years, I've honestly never been to Germany at all," Ravenna admitted, omitting how old she actually, he noticed. "I always found Germans to be... uncouth, unsanitary, and undesirable. Ever since that ordeal with Rome they've mislead themselves into the delusion that they have some place on the world's stage and they always screw it up by over stepping their bounds. Granted those are just opinions, since I've never actually been, perhaps this is an opportunity for this place to change my mind" The olive skinned beauty curled the corner of her burgundy lips, "Come, let us not chatter in a corner all evening. Your invitation to show me around is well received, I would be pleased to be shown about by a kindred of such, distinction." It was difficult for Artus to understand where she got such a vile reputation from, Ravenna seemed positively delightful, if a bit snooty. Her compliment to his character didn't go unnoticed. "Alessandra mentioned me visiting her at Inque later as well, but let us concern ourselves with the now, however and I am being rude to you and your guests by pulling you away for so long. Shall we?"
  17. "Relax? There is a werewolf in my club that I didn't know about. If anything happens I am going to be blamed." She grabs the glass of wine and downs it in a one swallow wishing that the Alcohol did more than serve as a prop. "Of all the fucking nights for Olaf to show up." She signaled one of the servers who came over. "Sid should be downstairs have him join me as soon as he can get away. Thank you."
  18. [All dialogue is in Italian] It... had been a long time since he had had the chance to speak his native tongue for more than the odd word here or there. He made a point of keeping as up to date with the evolution of his mother tongue, to better blend with the kine. He had to admit, it was refreshing. Still, her admission did put him somewhat more at ease in her presence. She had no particular reason to lie about such a thing, and had made her reputation on her forthrightness when it came to her targets. Though he had to hide his surprise at her true reason for being here. He could not recall the last time any Kindred had taken a holiday as such. The ins and outs of the court rarely left those members who partook with much time to spend away from it, and even those who did not attend regularly tended not to venture far from their holdings. He was a perfect example of that. Despite his long sleeps, he had been content enough remaining within Berlin for the last thousand years. "It puts me at ease to hear it, Ravenna. It is not every night someone of your august personage graces us with their presence, and people tend to be alarmed when it happens." the light humour in his tone robbed the words of any sting they might have had. "But yes I can see why Allesandra might have sent you my way. It would be my pleasure to introduce you to my companions and perhaps show you around the city. Tell me, do you have a place to stay while you are in Berlin?" Glancing out over the club gave him a second to collect his thoughts. The Woman was beautiful and clearly knew how to use it, and it was taking a surprising amount of willpower to prevent his eyes from flicking down. But he still followed true to his own ideals, and to allow such a thing would be boorish.
  19. Ravenna paused, curiously narrowed her eyes and examined Artus. He was simply standing there, eyes glossed over. She waved her hand in front of his face. Nothing. "Artus?" She asked softly, attempting to lure his attention away from whatever had enraptured him. "Trouble there, sweetness?" Olaf asked, as he approached the couple. "Well, I'm not sure..." Ravenna replied, cradling her chin in her hand. "We were talking and then... nothing. He just, stopped." "Huh." Olaf looked at Artus, opening his mouth and looking inside. He flicked the statuesque Keeper's forehead a few times, but nope, nothing. "Eh, that's the problem with these late-model Lasombra's. Sure they're pretty and all kinds nice to look at, but lemme tell you something doll, all kinds of hang-ups and performance issues." "Was it something I said, or did?" The Italian beauty inquired. "Nah, probably not." Olaf walked around to stand behind Artus and inspected him up and down. "Ah! I think I see your problem here, Your Bleakness," He pointed to Artus's butt. "Pilots out. You find a way to light the fire under his ass, babe, and I'm sure he'll kick right back on for ya." "Thank you Olaf," Ravenna smiled, pleased with the level of customer care she was receiving. "You've been a great help." "Don't thank me yet, beautiful, you ain't seen the bill." He winked and walked back over to the table.
  20. Lily shrugged and looked away as she tried to find words to capture it. "More threats and politics, less...werewolves?" she hazarded. "My...the guy who..." Lily motioned towards her neck with a grimace. "He had a very dim view of others. So I've kept my distance. I thought there'd be more...resistance to me coming into a city. New blood, new competition, an unknown." She shook her head. "I don't know. I guess I didn't really know what I was expecting until it didn't happen and now I don't really know what comes next. Which I'm okay with."
  21. "Welcome to the unlife, Fraulein." Olaf said with a grin and a little flourish of his hand. "So how is it different, if I may be so bold as to inquire?" he asked, appearing honestly interested.
  22. Lily glanced at Olaf as Artus was led away by a walking, talking Nagel portrait. Or maybe a Parisian high couture model, fresh off the catwalk. Normally it was the sort of thing that might make her irritated or vaguely insecure...and thus irritated...but right now there was a werewolf singing on stage. And...she was actually pretty good. Like, Lily could actually see herself doing a cover of that song, it was kind of her style. The guy who'd bit her...her Sire as the others said...had known a thing or two about the lupines. He hadn't been super-forthcoming about why he'd known it, but he'd told her some basics. It hadn't been much, but every last lesson on the subject had concluded with, '...and then get out of there.' Watch for their territory markers, and then get out of there. Respect their power, and then get out of there. Back down, and then get out of there. Thing was, Lily knew he'd gotten into scraps with them before. Somehow he'd managed to survive. But what was one doing in Berlin? Didn't they avoid city even more than the other 'country vampires' did? "This," she understated, "is not how I expected this to go. It's not worse exactly...just...a lot weirder in every possible way."
  23. [All dialogue is in Italian] It was refreshing. He spoke not only Italian but he spoke it the Old Way. Every syllable was nothing unto a symphony in her ears. His words were a melody that only the oldest and the cultured could truly appreciate. That merited him a certain measure of Grace in her eyes. Firstly, she was used to the stigmata that seemed to follow her around, so she thought it necessary to get the elephant in the room out of the way. "Peace, Artus. You no doubt know who I am, so know that I am not here in any 'official' capacity. Worry not for yourself nor those close to you." "I am instead, taking a beak for awhile, a vacation so to speak," her voice was enchanting. She spoke with every word being a seductive invitation. Every inflection and accent was a gentle nibble upon his earlobe and a sensual whisper to the pleasure centers in the theater of his mind. "I know nothing of modern Berlin, so when I reached out to our clan here, Alessandra referred me to you." She spoke as much with her hands as she did her voice. Gesturing with inflections to better express herself. "Now, how this all works, I'm not entirely sure. I'm, as you may have guessed, used to doing things alone. However, I grow tired of 'getting by'."
  24. She had of course drawn his eye the moment she entered the club, and he had had his suspicions as to her identity. Allesandra had given him some notification when he had seen her the night before. It was only polite, after all, to inform someone when you are about to dump a claymore into their lap. He idly thumbed the silver signet ring on his left ring finger. The embossed Jerusalem cross on the broad head as ever providing him a measure of calm. He was not afraid, as such. He knew enough of himself and his dealings to know that he was unlikely to have gained her ire on this night. But still. If she was here, in this city, it meant that someone, somewhere, had made an unholy mess of things. That she was talking to him, it meant it was either one of the kindred he knew, or she thought he could help in some way. That alone was worthy of a modicum of wariness. He regarded her dispassionately for a moment. Mentally debating. Before mentally resolving himself. If she were here asking for help, he would give what he could. His own honour demanded it. If she merely sought information, he would provide as much as he could. A small smile curves the edge of his lips as he nods at her from where he sat. "Naturalmente, Ravenna" [Of course, Ravenna]. He turns to the other kindred at the table. "Please excuse me a moment. I will return shortly." Standing, he gestures towards one of the alcoves along the walls and leads her over and slides into the darkened booth. "Adesso. Come potrei essere di servizio questa sera?" [Now. How may I be of service this evening?]
  25. Ravenna stepped out upon the third floor. She wore a simple ribbed, sleeveless turtleneck sweater that still allowed her desirable figure to claim a semblance of modesty. Leather pants caressed her curves and arrested her frame in an enticing manner. Her leather boots ended at her knees but began as a four inch wedged heel. Her black hair was bound in a pony tail and seemingly swayed about in hypnotic wisps of shadow. All of her attire was black but accented her make-up which was light, and a dark burgundy hue in contrast with her pale olive skin made her lips 'pop'. Her eyes were shadowed in a classic black smokey look. She gripped a leather clutch which held her necessities: her smartphone, a K-Bar, cash, credit cards, and her make up to touch up things after a bit, the usual. Among the assembled Kine she was gorgeous, beautiful now as she would ever be and as she was upon the day of her death. Among the gathered heart beats, desire rose in their chests. It was not her beauty that captivated the Kindred of this club. No, it was Ravenna's reputation that caught their attention. Fear, ire, what have you, were the feeling weighing far heavier on their minds than how attractive she was. Hushed whispers feared and reviled her for she was without reproach when it came to the enforcement of Kindred laws. When the Princes of a city had problems and their Sheriffs were busy with handling more pressing issues, they called her. Some knew her as a 'Scourge' or a 'Hound' but most commonly she was an 'Alastor', a hunter of Kindred who violated vampire laws and placed all vampires at risk of exposure due to their actions. She could not be bribed, reasoned or negotiated with in anyway, the stories said. She did not have friends or allies, and everyone and everything was nothing more to her than prey. If she was here, someone was going to die... She sighed. It was a practiced charade over her years of blending in with the Herd. She placed her smartphone back in clutch, a bit nervous as to how Alessandra managed to get her private email address. She was so behind the times. The Keeper took a moment to review the description she'd been given. Italian. Not hard on the eyes. That narrowed it down. As far as things to talk about? Ravenna was never much of a talker. He was a Keeper as well, at least, so passing her time with uplifted company was certainly welcomed, at least. She approached and silently observed. Those present were actually serving and eating human food! What next!?! Would the tiger forsake meat and sup on ferns alongside the grazing gazelle? It was enough to make her stomach churn. Within her Beast roared out in anger at the blasphemous sight, but she pursed her lips tightly and continued to move forward. When in Rome. This Berlin, the customs here are... different. The vampires here... different. Do not judge. She approached the table, not taking much notice of the rest of the assembled, addressed her fellow Keeper. Her words were born of a native speaking Italian woman, her accent perfect. "Artus, sono Ravenna. Potrei avere una parola?" [Artus, I am Ravenna. Might I have a word?] Only Olaf knew that Artus wasn't in any real danger or trouble at the moment. Had she been here for him in a business capacity, she would have opened up with 'do you know why I'm here'. A question that allowed the prey to admit their sins before facing judgement. He knew that, but they didn't.
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