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World of Darkness



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The World of Darkness resembles the contemporary world, but it is darker, more devious and more conspiratorial. The dichotomy between rich and poor, influential and weak, powerful and powerless, is much more pronounced than in the real world. Decadence, cynicism and corruption are common. Humans are unwitting victims or pawns of vast secret organizations of supernatural creatures. Vampires, werewolves and wraith —among others— struggle with internal factionalism and against other species in secret wars of intrigue for control of reality. The battles in these wars may last centuries, beyond the realization or comprehension of ordinary humans. This status quo is recently threatened by the rise of a global Technocratic cabal (and/or an animistic spirit of stasis and control) intent on monopolizing the power of belief and destroying all traditional supernatural societies.

*This is not a 'by the book' World of Darkness game.  While a lot of themes and events may be recognized by players, anything and everything can and will be changed to best suit the need of the story.

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  2. Casey bit her lip and turned several shades of red. Everyone was staring at her at least that's what it felt like. No what it felt like was just like the last party she had been too, and that one had ended a career too. Without another word Casye looked at the man and woman whom she had barged in upon to confront D'Sombra. "Sorry for interrupting, please excuse me." Without waiting for any answer she spun and retreated back to the kitchen she should never have left.
  3. "That woman makes my skin crawl." Sienna murmured through her fixed smile as Ravi steered her around a group of chattering upper-crust. "Did you see how she was sizing you up like a... like a side of... of beef!" This last was delivered in a harsh hiss as she leaned closer, the heat of her palpable to Ravi as she pressed against his arm. He turned his head, the lights playing over the blue-black glossy sweep of his hair as he smiled down at her. She was more than annoyed, he sensed with some impersonal clarity. She was also rattled. D'Sombra scared her in a deep primal way. For a moment, Ravi considered whether to poke at that wound, to drop a casual comment of how lovely and gracious Ravenna seemed to him. But he decided against it. It was one thing to be provocative, another to be a sadist. "And yet you are the one on my arm." he said quietly, the deep purr of his voice a balm to the frazzled socialite as he leaned down closer to her ear, his breath warm as he kissed her cheek. He felt rather than saw the tension leave his date and smiled, dropping another lingering kiss just below her ear and feeling her shiver. He rather liked Sienna - she was beautiful, just bitchy enough to be entertaining, a warm and passionate lover with just enough of a scorned woman's insecurity to add a primal edge to her fucking, and talked a lot about 'bettering' his situation. Of course, he knew that likely meant moving in with her permanently and being a kept toy-boy, but he appreciated she liked him enough to think of such a thing. "Yes, yes I am." she replied with a smile, drawing her head back and looking up at him as she cupped his cheek in her palm, feeling the faint rasp of well-shaved stubble. "Now come on, let me introduce you to some nice people." "Those exist here?" he asked with a sly smile, glimmers of mirth dancing in his exotic eyes. "Is there a special room for them we haven't been into yet?" "You are terrible!" Sienna's laughter was silvery as she led him over to a group of well-dressed art appreciators and philanthropists.
  4. Mel had been too composed to give a reaction when she said those words. But D'Sombra knew that the very lack of the reaction, the excess of effort holding off a reaction proved that she had hit home. He watched her go off silently. The Devil Wears Prada? Forget the movie title, the Devil wore brands Mel probably never heard or, or ever would. Impossible knowledge of something that wasn't real to begin with, wasn't it? Although she gave the sense it was something real, all of it, and not just a Section 8 mess. Damn it. He had to know now. When Brent came up, Mel responded through nearly gritted teeth. "She's a complete and utter bitch... and if she'd been running the DoD, perhaps we might have actually gotten 'Mission Accomplished' after all. Tell her I'll start in a few days. I'm going back to patrol." And he did, stiffly marching off.
  5. "Well, that's a shame," she replied with her expression slightly twisting into mock concern. "I'm afraid the myriad of the machinations I have planned for you and the others will require far more than two minutes." "I do hope you'll, at the very least, finish out the remainder of your services this evening. I'd hate to not see you awarded everything you were offered this evening." She reached for him and her soft yet chilled hand took his own in hers. She looked at the bandages still adorning his fingers and spoke softly. "You clawed through in an attempt to unearth your wife's ghost," she chuckled softly. "I'll admit, that's a new one." She raised her eyes to meet his and smiled warmly. "Do have a good evening, M. Grim." With the same sway she approached him with she walked away into the shadows and glamour of Manhattan's aristocracy. The 'tings' of champagne glasses and the clamor of a couple hundreds voices all trying to be heard at once as she slithered her way in back amongst them. Excitedly Brent approached his old friend with a grin on his face. "Well? What'd she say? When do you start?"
  6. Mel let a finger tap his chin for dramatic effect before simply voicing. "Almost never." Mel caught her surprised look with his own level stare. It might not have packed the sheer power of Ravenna D'Sombra's dark presence, but decades of soldiering had turned it into a decent runner-up. "I'm used to following orders, but I'm not a pawn to be screwed with for your entertainment. You have two minutes to explain yourself before I turn around and walk away."
  7. Ms. D'Sombra smiled at the charming Ravi and looked to both him and Casey. "If the two of you will excuse me, I've a matter to attend to." [Mel] She moved elegantly away, her black gown wrapped around her curves like a loving shadow never wanting to loose it's hold on her. With a predatory grace and devilish intent she slithered he way to where Brent and Mel were waiting patiently. "Gentleman. Mr. Grim, I assume you've decided to accept my offer? I admit, once Brent told me your background I decided I must have you. So, when can you start?"
  8. D'Sombra wasn't making any particular effort to lower her voice, so Mel heard everything. And the hidden instinct that had been warning him about her was suddenly validated. Of course that left questions. What was going on between Mourne and D'Sombra? Why them, since the only thing in common between him, Casey Mason and Maya Flynn was the Coffee Pot? Which left out the dark-skinned arm candy whom Mel had never seen before in his life. Or what she meant about 'everything you think you know about the world being wrong'? Mel didn't say anything, just look significantly at Brent. Brent remembered that look. It was the look he'd seen once after the rescue of a MIA soldier, where Mel had personally killed several Taliban fighters in sudden rapid succession. Too composed, too focused. It was just daring him to say that Brent knew about this. Because it didn't matter how powerful D'Sombra was or what she could offer. Mel did not stand for being jerked around or used like a chess piece, and his decision was being rapidly reconsidered.
  9. Ravi smiled slightly at Sienna, though he didn't share what he viewed as her insecure, fearful resentment towards D'Sombra, who had the Old World class and beauty which any New York socialite would kill to possess and which Ravi was more than comfortable around. Admittedly, few in Europe's high society were quite as... predatory or intriguing as the woman, which piqued the young aristocrat's interest further still. He remained silent for the moment, letting D'Sombra's candid revelations about some grand game between her and this 'Mourne' fellow percolate through his mind as he watched her handle the fuming young woman. D'Sombra disturbed him somewhat, but she also reminded Ravi of what it was to possess influence, to wield power with self-assurance. He had not realised till witnessing it so starkly how much he missed that aspect of his old life. Her straightforwardness in pronouncing her list of sins also appealed to him - she didn't need the approval of others, she was what she was and dared anyone to take her to task over it, even making a bold statement of her intention to steal Sienna's 'dancing partner'. He did wonder as to her goals - what was this game of hers about? And why did it involve such a disparate number of unrelated people? Why him, a disgraced young blue-blood from England? He had no influence or power worth speaking of. Curiouser and curiouser, he thought as his eyes gleamed watchfully behind the meaningless pleasantry of his smile. Sienna's disgusted look did remind Ravi that he was, to coin a phrase, 'on the clock' right now. With a graceful motion, he took D'Sombra's champagne glass from his date's hand, clearing his throat politely and handing it to a passing waiter. "It appears I am monopolising your time, Miss D'Sombra. So many others must also be wanting to seek out such a notable woman." he smiled, his voice a smooth deep purr. "And besides, there is so much more to see here, I am sure. I feel confident we shall meet again." He gave her another quick smile and took Sienna's hand, tucking it through the crook of his arm with practiced ease, plainly intending to withdraw.
  10. [Mel] Brent smiled wide, pleased that his old friend had, in his opinion, made the right choice. "That's what I wanted to hear, Sarge." He said with a bit more excitement than he intended. He patted his old friend on the arm and tilted his head off toward the right. "C'mon, let's go meet the lady herself." The two men moved through the smaller galleries all filled with people with more money than taste. Mel never took his mind off security for the duration of the short trip. As they mingled past five thousand dollar suits and low cut evening gowns his eyes were always locked on the situations unfolding around him. For couple that conversed he had devised an escape plan for them and others if something were to suddenly go wrong. He was locked on the mission and that mission was keeping these people safe and keeping them from doing anything stupid, be it to themselves, or others. They rounded a corner, Brent could help but notice Mel still cornered like a military man, a strong turn and a full ninety degree pivot. He stopped suddenly, holding out his arm to stop Mel. "Hold up, she's with some people." [Ravi] "Of course you are," D'Sombra replied and Ravi could hear the suppression of an accent under her appraising eyes and deep red lips. "As am I. As a matter of fact, it's been forever since I've danced any steps at all. We should all go and try it sometime, I'm sure I could pencil it in." Sienna chuckled nervously, fidgeting with the stem of her champagne. "R-Ravenna, three for dancing could be a tad awkward." "So right dear," Ravenna replied without missing a step. Her tone was shrewd and malicious but masked so well behind years of practiced passive aggressive etiquette. "But I would wouldn't fret, dear. I'm sure you;ll find someone to come along with by then. I shan't schedule it short notice." [Ravi] Like a whipped puppy, Sienna lowered her head and didn't retort. It was strange to Ravi, after having known Sienna for the last several days, she'd seemed to strong and independent, an outspoken powerful woman with goals and ambitions, yet here in front of D'Sombra, she was weak and bullied into submission with only a few looks and a couple harsh words. What sort of power did this dark woman have over people? [Casey] Casey approached and the current conversation shifted to the lovely proprietor of coffee and Sienna visibly breathed a sigh of relief. For now, D'Sombra's attention was on the new comer. The break in the conversation forced a raised brow from Ravi, who decided, for the moment, to take a step back towards his date (who grasped his arm rather possessively, he noticed) and look on in sly amusement. It never ceased to amaze him how catty rich people could be. "Why, nothing at all," Ms. D'Sombra said, once more she didn't taken aback by anything that the transpired around her. This woman's composure was impeccable. "You see, it's not a rivalry, Ms. Mason, it's a game. You, the frizzy haired little mulatto girl, the ginger military man, hell," she gestured to Ravi, who seemed quite taken aback at the sudden inclusion. "Even this man isn't here by coincidence. We know things you don't. But you," she pointed a finger in Casey's direction, letting it bounce a few times before she continued on. "You're the spitfire. So much anger." In an expectant gesture she set her champagne glass off to the side where, as she predicted, Sienna quickly placed her own flue in the hand she was wrapped up in Ravi with and swiftly reached for Ravenna's before she let go. Sienna breathed deep, frustration and irritation in her expression in equal measures. "Mourn, sweetie, is a good man. He'd like to slowly ween you in on the details so that when you finally know the truth it doesn't hit you so hard your psyche doesn't spasm with the sudden realization that everything you know about the world, is wrong. I told him it wouldn't work with you, that you're just a ball of anger directed at a world you are powerless to change. Always trying to do the right thing while everyone around seems to exceed you by always doing wring. It's unfair, isn't it?" "I am the iron fist to his velvet glove, dear. I want to see you squirm and writhe in muck as your mind shatters to try and make sense of it all," her eyes narrowed and Casey, who considered herself a pretty brave person, felt fear. Ravenna was, if anything, evil incarnate with an excellent tailor and a hell of a boob job. "I manipulated you Ms. Mason. With a few choice words and a leaked secret, I had you running off in a fuming huff doing exactly what I knew you would: confront him here in public so when he ignored, like I knew he would, you'd come right back to me willing to do whatever I needed of you just so you could spite him. Yet, you still honestly know nothing as to what's going on. So, full disclosure, Ms. Mason, I lie, I cheat, I do mean things to decent people and yet look around." She gestured to the Gala. "Celebrities and the elite still show up to show out, in the words of the street poet, Bruno Mars. It's collateral damage for being rich, powerful, and ambitious. The less you care, the easier it is to do what needs doing. So, if your morals aren't afraid to get too tarnished, meet me next week, 8PM, in my office at Nyx, thirteenth floor, Google it. I'll make sure expected, and please, don't bother with the elevator, I'm sure your high horse will reach the balcony." Sienna looked to Ravi and offered him a disgusted look in reference to Ravenna, as if to say 'I hate that bitch' while she had the opportunity.
  11. Casey was pissed now as Horatio slapped her down and was about to make an even bigger scene when Maya spoke up and also turned her back on Casey. This caused a momentary flash of anxiaty and doubt. She went over it all in her mind standing there mouth open looking like an idiot. Her phone vibrated. There was a problem in the kitchen, she stared at the screen for several seconds and then that anger flashed up again. I'm losing it she thought as she typed rapidly. <Take care of it, I'll be there as soon as I can> Casey turned her phone off not really caring now about the coffee shop, the last year of her life had been a spiral down to this and now it seemed that she was at the bottom. Her actions had ruined so much future for herself. She looked around then started making her way back into the gala. She came across Horatio almost immediately, he was talking to a small group of wealthy patrons but he noticed her and gave her an expectant look that was part invitation part warning. Casey ignored him and walk right on by. Horatio Mourn was not the person she was looking for. Casey found her soon awing a few sycophants who gazed with vacant looks of worship and hung on every syllable that fell from Ravenna D'Sombra's perfect lips. Casey waited on the periphery but made sure she could be seen by the diva. D'Sombra gave no notice of her but Casey was sure she had been seen. She kept her patience with Ms. D'Sombra and waited and part of her wondered why she hadn't given Horatio the same courtesy. A few minutes went by and still she waited until finally decided to approach, just as Ms. D'Sombra was at a pause in her conversation with a handsome gentleman and his somewhat older, yet still beautiful date. Ms. D'Sombra turned her head to acknowledge Casey at her approach, giving her the opening she needed to say what she needed to say. "Only one question Ms. D'Sombra. I don't need to figure out what it is you and Mourn have going on, if it's a rivalry or whatever. He lied to me, for whatever reason, he wanted something and instead of asking and telling me what it was he lied. So I only have one question for you Ms. D'Sombra: what do you want me to do?"
  12. Maya exhaled slowly, nostrils flaring slightly as she bit back a retort to Casey's nonsensical tirade. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why we do not sleep with crazy. She couldn't really blame Horatio for bailing, even if he was kind of a smarmy jerk about it, but abandoning her to the lunatic who'd chased him down while she was trying to figure out what was going on didn't exactly earn him any brownie points in her eyes. It wasn't worth the time it would take to point out to "Miss Mason" how many of her assertions were wildly inaccurate, and, in the case of touching a woman's breast without her consent and blaming it on the cell phone, weirdly misogynistic. It was irrelevant that Maya didn't go to the coffee shop every day (only once in a while in the afternoon, if she happened to be in the neighborhood), and didn't order any of the things Casey had mentioned- who would drink dark roast coffee with two sweeteners, or mochas with extra milk, when chai was a thing that existed? Maybe the crazy white woman thought she was someone else. Maybe she was having some kind of breakdown. Maybe Maya didn't care, because she had no intention of even going back to The Full Pot after this delightful little encounter to find out for sure. She watched Horatio's back for a moment as he disappeared into the crowd, then glanced at the other guests (who were very conspicuously looking elsewhere) and shook her head, turning back to the woman in the painted-on white dress. "Nice job. Real nice," she stated flatly, her voice no louder than it had been a few moments before. "I can't say it's been a pleasure. Have a lovely evening, and let's not do this again sometime." With that, she turned and strode angrily away, feeling marginally better as the full, lightweight hem of her dress flared emphatically with the abruptness of her departure. She wasn't royalty, and this wasn't some historical fiction novel, but in that moment, she could definitely see the appeal of swishing skirts for dramatic purposes. Bodices and corsets, she reflected as she headed toward the main gallery in search of food and more wine, doing her best to put her experience with Horatio and Casey out of her mind, not so much. It wasn't until several minutes later, as she was in the process of flagging down a waiter bearing a tray of glasses, that something he'd said suddenly registered. What the hell did he mean, "scouting?" Unbidden, memories of the recent strangeness- the books, the dreams, the painting, and most of this night, if she was honest- flashed through her mind. Despite the warmth generated by the wine, and the press of bodies near the tables, Maya felt a sudden, inexplicable chill.
  13. "I'd like to remind the both of you," Horatio spoke up, keeping his voice at a polite tone and just low enough to not invite anymore stares than were already being shot their way at the moment. "That this is my place of business, so if this street level manner of addressing myself and my guests is going to continue, then I'd like to save some time and simply escort you to the door now." His voice had a certain majesty to it, like the normal , casual charmer that he was had simply bled away in a red gush if irritation at being cursed at in the middle of his own gala. After a slight pause, he continued. "Ms. DeSombra's running her mouth again, I take it? She does that, it's in her nature. It's an attempt to drive a wedge and given your penchant for childish, emotional outbursts in lew of direct conversation and problem solving, it's obvious she didn't have to try hard." He looked about as irritated as a person could get. "She and I, since she's already decided to play dirty, are, in essence scouting you, Ms. Mason. To be honest, you as well, Ms. Flynn. The 'security guy' too. Now I have guests that I have to attend to, after all I am working tonight, sort of. If you would like to know more, Ms. Mason, than I highly recommend you hide your crazy, compose yourself, and for God's sake exercise some decorum." He adjusted the button on his blazer, making sure it was set the way that was comfortable for him. "It was nice meeting you, Ms. Flynn, officially. As always Ms. Mason, it's been a pleasure speaking you, to the both of you in fact. I'll address your concerns when I have more time, that I promise you. Now, do try and play nice, ladies." He offered them both a polite nod. "If you'll excuse me." With that he separated himself from their company, answering the summons from a raised hand of an unknown guest with a polite smile on his face followed by a hand shake. He'd left the ladies to solve their personal squabbles, and prevent further outbursts that place a detriment to his event.
  14. "Really no one here gives a shit about anyone but themselves, we could be dancing naked and getting ready to do the nasty as a threesom and most of them wouldn't even notice. And technically I didn't really touch your breast, I accidentally poked it with my phone. But if you insist you can call the cops and we can have loads of fun in court, but do that later. As for the other I do know you even if I didn't know your name before, because I do see you just about everyday when you come to my coffe shop and get your dark roast black with two sweeteners, and sometimes when you come in on a weekend you get a Mocha Latte with extra milk." Casey smiled wickedly at Maya, but didn't give either of them a chance to say anything before she continued, "Unlike Horatio here who either just lied to you about seeing you often at the same coffee shop as the security guy and me or he was lying when he didn't recognize you back where batface bitch bought you off." She looked at Horatio sadness showing in her eyes, " I do know he is lying about the coffee shop, but what I want to know is what else are you lying about Horatio?"
  15. Once the initial shock had worn off, both from the interruption and the man-handling, Maya took one look at Horatio's bewildered expression and interposed herself between him and the obviously paranoid (or drunk... or both) Casey. She didn't know what this woman's problem was, but she had already dealt with more than enough crazy for one night, thankyouverymuch, and she was not having it. Disbelief and anger engaged in an all-out battle royale for supremacy in the shelf-lined arena of her mind, with the result being the latter triumphantly claiming possession of the voluminous best-seller, Harry Potter and the Audacity of This Bitch. "Excuse me," she interjected in the overly polite, faintly condescending tone she was often obliged to use when patrons at work became unpleasant or unreasonable. She was nearly as tall as Horatio himself, although lacking his physique, effectively blocking the other woman's view of her target with a tight, aggressively friendly smile that somehow did nothing whatsoever to warm the gaze she directed at the curvy cafe-owner. "It's Casey, right?" She didn't wait for confirmation; Prince Ponytail had just addressed her as such. "Hi. I'm Maya." Again, a near-imperceptible pause before continuing quietly, barely enough time to be considered courtesy and certainly not enough to let her counterpart get a word in edgewise. "I thought, since you decided it's acceptable to intrude on a private conversation and touch my breast without permission, something I sincerely doubt you would appreciate being done to you, you should at least know who I am. Now, I don't know what your problem is, and to be perfectly honest... I, do, not, care." Her voice dropped again, now scarcely more than a conspiratorial whisper, as her forced smile abruptly vanished. "You have stepped waaaay over the line, and you are about to make an enormous ass of yourself, in public, in front of the wealthiest and most powerful people in New York." She broke eye contact long enough to spare a moment's glance at the other partygoers in the vicinity. "...If you haven't already. You two obviously know each other, so maybe you should consider handling your personal business elsewhere?" ...because it isn't welcome here, her level stare added wordlessly.
  16. Hey, just a heads-up that I'm working on a post for Maya, but it'll be a day or two before I'm satisfied with it!
  17. "You left out the distinct lack of getting shot at." Mel added, almost despite himself. While part of him begged the implications of Ravenna D'Sombra getting a full listing of Rangers and then having the resources and pull to track them all down - it fit with everything Brent was saying about her - the rest thought it seemed like the too good to be true opportunity. So why wasn't he reaching out and taking it? Oh, right, that gut intuition and odd images he saw, which emphasized with everything else, that when a too good to be true offer was being given - ultimately from a dangerous person like D'Sombra even if Brent was the proxy here - it probably was too good to be true. Mel had little good fortune in his thirty-something years of life. One piece of it was Cecilia, and she was taken from him. The other was that deal... "This is about as good as you're going to get, Mel." Despite the pantsuit, it was the old-fashioned glasses and lines on her face that made Marsha Williams look more like some moralistic school teacher than the public defender that she was. "Oh, sure." The teen sitting across from her scoffed. "Get-out-of-jail-free card, just snitch on my dad, his associates and then automatic sign-up to get shot for my country." Did she seriously think he didn't know the unwritten rules of the community? Be a nice little boy, say I'm sorry and walk away? The vitriol passed off Marsha like water off a duck's back. "Mel. Is this what you really want? To throw away your life for a man who beats you and your mother at the drop of a hat?" Mel's mask cracked at the surprise and shock - she knew?! "Yes," the African-American matron continued, "I know about that, I take my work seriously. Mel. There are times when you feel you're trapped in a black pit, with nowhere else for your life to go. But you can climb out of it - and when someone offers you a hand, boy, you take it." Mel remembered that. And Brent was offering a hand - whatever his intuition said, his heart knew he couldn't go on like this. "All right. I'll give this a shot. D'Sombra's got herself one former Master Sergeant."
  18. Casey blinked. That made no sense whatsoever, and lent credence to what D'Sombra had been hinting at. She blinked again and couldn't understand why she felt irked that this Maya woman was with her date and how now all of the sudden her date admitted to knowing, ok maybe not knowing but recognizing her, when not ten minutes ago.... A flush of red suffused Casey's cheeks and she stormed from her hiding place with the intention of bracing the pony tailed charlatan and giving him a solid piece of her mind. But thats not what happened. Before stepping out Casey had taken her phone from her clutch and activated the recorder then blanked the screen. She transferred the phone to her left hand and her small purse to her right which put it against the large potted plant and when she stepped forcefully from hiding the clutch caught in the voluminous leaves of the plant which of course began to tip. Spinning back Casey tried to catch the tall plant but with both hands it became a trial which left her entangled and in plain view of the two she had been eavesdropping on. They in Turn had heard her first curse and the string of expletives which followed as she wrestled with the tree like plant. Neither said anything as Casey finally arrested the plants fall and disentangled herself, then smoothing her dress and brushing back stray strands of hair she marched right up to Horation and stood squarly in front of him ignoring Maya. She stared up at him but her words had been lost and he was so damn attractive and... "Are you alright Casey," he asked innocently? "Alright? Am I alright?" Casey shook her head, "No I am not alright but I am not the one answering questions here. How is it that not ten minutes ago you didn't know here from anyone else here," with out looking Casy stuck her left hand out to point at Maya with the phone in her hand, which added a few inches to Casey's reach and firmly poked Maya in the boob. "Yet here you are telling her that you have seen her at the Pot along with the security guy and you just assumed we knew each other. When starngly enough I, who am always there in the morning when these two get their coffees and lattees had never seen you before the day you came into my office. Not once and I have a dammnd good memory for the little details I will tell you." Her voice was rising as she spoke, " And for that matter how is it that Miss D'Sombra knows the 'story' you told me about your fathger and him bringing you to the Full Pot when you were a kid. That is so much Bull shit!"
  19. Ravi was young, and whilst no longer being wealthy he came from wealth and privilege. This might lead some to consider him a vapid weakling or 'chinless wonder', but such people do not realise that swimming with big fish means having to develop teeth and armor of one's own. If anything, prison hadn't so much toughened Ravi up as put the polish on his plating - besides, anyone who can survive boarding at a elite private school for their entire childhood can handle prison. So when faced with that flash of something disturbing and wicked underneath the gorgeous surface of Ravenna D'Sombra, the tall, dark and handsome young man did not outwardly react more than blinking once or twice as his face kept it's pleasant smile. "We bumped into one another at a Latin dance class." he replied smoothly in a silken tone and with no apparent discomfort at the lie as Sienna smiled nervously. He took Miss D'Sombra's hand with a practiced gentle clasp, giving her a dazzling smile and a charming eye-meet. Dark hair in a cloud, and blood-red lips forming his name / Flawless hands running up and under the nape of his hair, gripping and making him look into a dark mirror to see a bestial mask of hunger and rage... He let Ravenna's hand slip from his. "Where you are an instructor, I presume?" The woman (if that's what she was) ran her gaze down and up Ravi's lean athletic form like a livestock rearer appraising a new purchase, her lips smirking as she took in the discomfort of Ravi's date as though she knew exactly where Sienna had met the exotic manflesh she had on her arm. The young FitzCoventry chuckled, shaking his head. "Alas, merely a gifted lover of salsa." he said with a significant slight pause and an impish gleam in his eye. Ravenna laughed, her knowing dark gaze seeming to approve of his answers as she inclined her head in a faint nod.
  20. "Sorry," Horatio smirked charmingly. "I honestly thought you two knew each other. I've seen you in her shop, as well as the Grimson man, whom we mt a moment ago, the guy doing security. I've seen you all there, I'm sorry, I assumed you three actually knew the others." He motioned to her apologetically, "Please, though, I'm curious about you. Or, perhaps I could enlighten you to a few of the faces out and about around here? It may help you feel not so out of place?" "She found me," Brent replied rather suddenly, like he was prepared for the question. "The woman is connected, bro. She had a list of everyone from our old unit when she showed up on my door step. That's right, she came to me. She wanted the best, but only a few of us were could be found, or were still alive." He looked at Mel with a slight measure of disbelief and worry in his expression. "She's loaded. Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark levels of money combined and she barely looks out of her twenties. For a bit I thought she was the evil daughter of even richer parents, but I'm tellin' ya man, she's a shewed business woman. She's no nonsense and takes no prisoners." He raised a finger to Mel, still gripping his whiskey glass as he did. "Nothing illegal, before you ask, at least not yet. I mean, c'mon, we both know how people with that much power and money do business, especially when she employs a private security force like us." Mel looked around and quirked a brow at Brent. "Okay, not these guys. She's looking for the best, and that's us. Together we can find a few of the others and we can make some serious money. These guys? They're here just for this gig. I'm talent scouting, and right now only a few of them are making the cut." "It could be like old times, Top. Just with better pay." [Casey] Casey is still listening in and there's nothing wrong with that, so far neither Maya or Horatio have noticed her. Your contact is working and it may take her some time to compile and send that email. At the moment none of Casey's actions require addressing. Keep snooping or return to the crowds, it's your call (there's no right or wrong answer). Sienna wrapped her arm in Ravi's and tilted her head, trying to see in the colours what he was seeing. "Don't believe I've ever seen you look so serious." Ravi's eyes just remained locked on the painting, he didn't even register her as being there. "Ravi? Hellooo?" The modern Adonis inhaled and blinked a few times to break himself of his reverie. "Sorry," he smiled in a near perfect recovery. "It's lovely, I was just lost in a thought." "It is, though a bit dark for my taste," his date replied. "Oh, I don't know," came an unfamiliar voice. The calm, accented tones introduced themselves into the conversation as if they needed no need for an introduction. "I'm quite a fan of," as they both turned the perfect features of their hostess's raven black hair and red lips greeted them. She was everything Sienna knew she was loosing with time and age. "The dark." Sienna was caught off guard but it was obviousshe immediately knew who she was standing in front of. "R-Ravi," it wasn't often Ravi had seen Sienna flustered, which only piqued his curiosity. "This is Ravenna D'Sombra, she's hosting all of this. Raven, this is my date, Ravi FitzCoventry." "Sienna," the shadow clad woman extended her hand and smiled. "Thank you again for all you've done for this event. As always, your resources have been invaluable, as has your time." "Anything to help a friend," Sienna smiled, and the way she said it, the way her voice faltered, Ravi felt that 'friend' was a loose term from Sienna's point of view. Ravenna smiled and her face contorted and distorted into something that went from gorgeous and angelic to something demonic and predatory. Like an illusion plastered upon the fact, Ravi, for a moment couldn't tell which was the false face. What was more disturbing, no one else seemed to notice. He'd seen that face before. He knew this woman. He'd dreamt of her before. "Mr. FitzCoventry, a pleasure," the evil smirk on her perfectly red lips declared that he would not allow Sienna to keep him for very much longer. "Philanthropy? Investments? Do tell, where did Sienna find you? I may have to start haunting there myself."
  21. “It’s a simple business proposition.” The handsome red-head told him from the edge of the bed as she re-fastened her hair into a braid. The bed was large, as was the room, as was the apartment. Of course, none of them were his. Ravi let his gaze wander down the pale skin of his (current) bedmate’s back. A rich recent divorcee in her 40’s, Sienna had kept much of her youthful beauty in that well-maintained way rich women do when they don’t have to worry about working for a living. She was also, Ravi reflected, voracious in the sack. Her ex-husband must have dumped her for self-preservation rather than because he’d found a more beautiful model. “Tom will be there, with that dingy little drudge he’s seen with these days, and I refuse to play the ‘solitary woman scorned’ role.” She half-turned, catching his iridescent eyes lazily studying her and smiling. “It will be fun, my sweet.” “Well, I am supposed to be working tomorrow night...” Ravi drawled, his velvety voice even now causing Sienna’s insides to liquefy as the scoundrel pretended to ponder her idea. She scowled and flapped a hand dismissively. “Shaking that tush on a stage, however delicious a sight I find it, is not real ‘work’, Ravi.” She leaned over and kissed his stubbly cheek, smiling slightly. “And like I said, this would be paid time, not playtime. One thousand dollars to escort me to the gala at the gallery and be your too-charming self, dazzle my friends and make their own husbands pick up their game, and if Tom happens to gnaw on his liver from envy so much the better.” “Dancing is real work.” Ravi mildly protested as he swung his legs out of bed and stood, performing a full-body stretch in a very distracting way as he twisted his shoulders this way and that. Golden skin flowed over taut muscles that shifted and moved... Sienna stared for a moment, hypnotised and fighting the overwhelming urge to run her hands down his back – again. He turned his head and grinned at her, half-lidded eyes glinting green-gold. “But you’ve intrigued me. Alright. One thousand dollars. And I’ll need a tux.” The gala was, much as expected, a mixture of interesting and tedious for the easily-bored young aristocrat. Lots of glitter, canapés and champagne, of course. And art. Lots of art. Ravi had mixed feelings on art which could generally be summed up as ‘meh’. Some art was good, some was bad, and that seemed to be simple enough. However he was familiar enough with the upper crust art scene to know that it was filled with pretension. In this crowd there might be a handful of people who actually knew anything about art, fewer of whom would be experts, and the rest of them were all pretending that the Emperor was wearing clothes just because it was easier that way. He didn’t NOT like art, mind. He just didn’t see the need to stand around and gasbag about it. Appreciation of art for Ravi was like appreciating a sunrise – best done privately or with one or two others, and with a minimum of speaking about how wonderfully the colours blended. Right now he was standing by himself in front of a framed melange of swirling dark colours interspersed with lighter blotches of colour, feeling somewhat ill at ease. Not because of the surroundings, but from the piece itself. It seemed chaotic and pregnant with something monstrous, and it touched a chord in him that disturbed him. It seemed to harken to the dreams he'd been having of late, and Ravi fancied he could feel breath on his neck as he stared at the painting.
  22. Name: Ravi FitzCoventry Nature: Gallant Demeanor: Bon Vivant Concept: Disowned nobleman turned exotic dancer Age: 22 Physical: Strength ●●●, Dexterity ●●●, Stamina ●●● Social: Charisma ●●●, Manipulation ●●●, Appearance ●●●● (Striking) Mental: Perception ●●, Intelligence ●●, Wits ●●● Talents: Alertness ●●, Athletics ●●, Awareness ●, Brawl ●●, Empathy ●, Expression ●, Intimidation ●, Leadership, Streetwise ●●, Subterfuge ●● Skills: Animal Ken, Crafts, Drive ●●, Etiquette ●●●, Firearms, Larceny, Melee, Performance●●●, Stealth ●, Survival Knowledges: Academics ●, Computer ●, Finance ●, Investigation ●, Law, Medicine, Occult, Politics ●, Science, Technology Backgrounds: Allies ●, Contacts ●, Influence ●, Resources ●● Virtues: Conscience ●●●, Self-Control ●●●, Courage ●●●● Humanity: 6 Willpower: 4 Merits: Animal Magnetism 1pt (Werewolf Players Guide); Catlike Balance 1pt (VtM 20th); Enchanting Voice 2 pt (VtM 20th) Flaws: Overconfident 1pt (WW Players Guide); BPs spent 10 on Attributes (Two dots); 2 on Abilities (1 dot of Talents); 3 on Merits. (Net difference) Background: Born to a wealthy English family with aristocratic blood (his father is the 13th Baron FitzCoventry), Ravi is technically the eleventh in line to the Earldom of the city of Coventry. Or he would be, if he hadn’t been disowned and his name struck from the family will. His ancestry is a curious mixture of blue-blooded English and Northern Indian, dating back to the days of the British Raj. The family keeps close ties with their subcontinental roots, having in the past freely intermingled with the people there. It's to this Ravi owes his exotic looks and noble bearing, along with a healthy dose of laid-back insouciance and self-confidence. By the age of seventeen, he has already been thrown out of several schools for 'inappropriate behaviour' involving members of the opposite sex, some of them members of staff. Naturally, his family's wealth and connections have ensured that the details of his 'transfers' are not known. Even the most sheltered of prodigals can, however, wear out the grace of his protectors. Having had few limits or consequences levied on him, Ravi became ever more spoiled and pushed further beyond acceptable behaviour, moving from using to dealing drugs at his expensive prep school. Even that would have been tolerated... if it hadn’t been for the death of one of his fellow students from a bad batch of Ecstacy. The investigation led straight back to Ravi, and not even his family could shelter him from the fallout of his actions – not that they were inclined to. Cut off from his trust fund, denied access to Daddy’s lawyers, the young aristocrat was sentenced to two years with a possibility of parole after ten months. Life can be tough in jail for a rich boy who is no longer rich. By a combination of charm, manipulation and ruthlessness, Ravi managed to serve his ten months without getting shivved or raped, but it was a near-thing. He found no welcoming committee on the outside, only an envelope of cash and a firm suggestion that his family never wanted to see him again, delivered by a solicitor. Still proud and prickly, Ravi decided to leave England’s shores, coming to the U.S. With an unfinished education and little in the way of practical skills, the only strength he had was his charm and looks. He drifted from dead-end job to dead-end job, not having the temperament for 9-5 employment, until finally he stumbled into the exotic male dancer scene, having been discovered working behind a bar. Beautiful and athletic, Ravi was a big hit with the club’s female clientele, and found it an easy jump from dancer to gigolo – the money being better for starters. Image: Tall, sleekly muscled and gorgeous, Ravi combines the best of two worlds in his exotic appearance. His skin tone is a rich dark tan, contrasting with spellbindingly large green-gold eyes. His features are predominently Caucasian, though hints of his Punjab ancestry are not limited to his dusky skin.
  23. Casey pondered the text as she looked through the leaves of the large potted plant which stood between her and Horatio and that woman. Eighty years old? No way. This chick didn't look any older than me, maybe it was a grand daughter or grand niece. I'll have to check on that. And weird, why would she do a personal background check on the caterer that her hired guy had already cleared and then your going to make a person you have just seen and met for the very first time and don't even know a VIP on a whim and give them a column in your news magazine. And that same person just happens to be a woman who buys coffee form my shop everyday and there is another guy here who buys coffee every day as well and I can remember them but I had never seen Horatio until the day he offered me this job even though he said that he and his dad, she sighed cutting the thought short … no way something just doesn't click and that's not even throwing in the weird dream or getting stabbed in the back by a nail that couldn't have been where it was. This was just so surreal everything from the day Mourn had walked into the Full Pot to this moment. Her thumbs flew across the face of her phone [[I'll see what I can do. E-mail me anything you have on her to my gmail address, articles, bios, everything you can find. And be discreet.]] Casey texted her friend then slipped the phone back into her clutch and reached up and moved one of the big fronds out of the way so she could see better. So much was going through her mind that she decided a little eaves dropping was in order. Horatio stood slightly askew to her while the woman, Maya, was facing him. They were talking but the noise of the party made it difficult to hear them clearly, luckily Horatio's face was clearly in sight and while she was no expert lip reader she was a talented lawyer, or had been, and she was well skilled in observing. She had spoken to Horatio enough to know how he talked, coupled with being able to see his mouth move and hear some of what he was saying, her brain was more than capable of filling in the rest. At least for his side of the conversation.
  24. Mel saw Brent's point, looking around and examining the men in question. One of them was practically taking advantage of the women in tight dresses to sneak looks whenever he felt he could get away with it. A bunch of them with definite chubs, whom would probably collapse before they got halfway through a basic army training obstacle course. One at the far end - with the dreadlocks whom perhaps it might be racial profiling to say he had been in a gang, except for the hints of tattoos and the look that confirm this was a man that had done serious violence before. Mel could pick up on these things. It was a pretty sorry lot, he reflected, and Brent Connors deserved to have better. Maybe whipping this lot into shape might not be so bad. "I see your point. So how'd you meet her anyway? I thought you'd have looked at the banks for a business loan."
  25. "Miss... Mason?" Genuine confusion crinkled Maya's features into a somewhat less attractive configuration as she tried to place the name. Someone she was familiar with, in the gallery? "I don't really recognize the n-" "The young woman in the rather... eye-catching white dress." "White dress, white dre- Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Right. The boobs. Got it. On one hand, Maya did actually get it: Casey was stacked, and guys were into that. On the other hand, hadn't she been on his arm when they walked up? "I do remember her, I just don't think I knew her name. She works at the coffee shop...?" It was clearly a question, if a rhetorical one- more for the sake of trying to confirm her own memory than asking for information. She was already regretting not grabbing a fresh glass of wine before engaging stealth mode to track down Mourne, since now she had nothing to do with her hands. "The Full Pot. They make a good dirty chai." Her raised eyebrows and the faint, dismissive shrug of her narrow shoulders were more suggestive than anything she actually said. "I don't really know her beyond that, but... Why ask me to tell you about myself and then ask about her?"

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