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Elysium of unsurpassed splendor. Beneath, something sinister lurks...
Larson I am Larson, Elder of clan Gangrel and powerful member of the Sabbat. I have witnessed the deapths of hell and returned to tell the tale. I have seen the rise and fall of the greatest empires on earth and I will see the end of you. GothicHeresy We SO bad, huh? Well, whatever. You wanna see the end of me? Don't think so, white boy. Last fella I mooned hadda spray hisself with disinfectant. Geez... yer clan gets all uppity an' you start puttin' on airs like you were important or something. Some Cainite's childer, I tell ya. Oh, wait. Dread locks, black leather... yeah. You bad. *laughter* >>Szandor, Clan Nosferatu Larson ------------------ Poky Give me reason to fear you and then perhaps you may get the respect you diserve. *You see his hand hovering near a pouch on the inside of his cape, readying himself for what may happen.* GothicHeresy Oh, puh-leeze. First a Gangrel turncoat talks to me about honor -- and what makes you think we have any, Dog-Boy? -- and then it becomes American Undead Gladiators with Shakespearian diction. Fer cryin' out loud... (slinks off to find something interesting in a dumpster) >>Szandor, Clan Nosferatu Larson *Larson's fingers seem to grow by several inches* But not here, this is a place for talk. I won't kill anyone here no matter how much some sewer rats make me want to. *Turns to the overpowering stench coming from behind him and tosses the thing there some cash* Do the planet a favor and go buy some deoderent nos, I don't exactally smell like roses but man, that's too much ------------------ Larson BTW where did you get turncoat from? Florindo *Yawn* You'd think that in all the time you'd spent watching civilizations rise and fall, you'd have dropped the "I'm a bad-ass Gangrel beastie 'RAWR'" routine a few centuries ago. So all you do is sit around and try and **** people off? Well, everyone's got to have a hobby... There are people who bungie jump naked, stick their heads in the mouths of crocodiles and grandstand their supposed might when they should sit back and size up the situation before opening their trap. Life's nothing if not a risk, no? *laugh* Szan... ((he mumbles and a rat screeches then scurries out of the shadows)) Playfriend or midnight munchie, have your pick. Jules De'Floren I am Jules De'Floren of clan Ventrue, a pleasure to make all aquaintances, I'm sure. I bring with me to this place of meeting a gift of peace<errrr>, how I hate that word, but alas this is not the place for war, while the Jyhad rages on, I find myself pleased to be able to speak in peace with the likes of other <cough,lesser,hack,cough> clans. ------------------ Florindo *blinks* *looks down at Jules* Uh... what? I'm sorry... did you say something? *mutters something about the flies* Barnabas Collins Elijah Robert Marks I know what you're going to say; I've heard it all before. The Caitiff are not welcome here. The Caitiff are the harbingers of Gehenna. The Caitiff this, that, blah blah blah. Well all that may be true, but I'd like you to keep a few things in mind: I may be newly embraced, but before I was a vampire I was a vampire hunter -- a good one -- for ten years. Anyone in my former profession will tell you that a hunter in the field working for ten years is quite a feat... most don't live that long. So if I'm talking to you right now, it means that I have every reason to believe that I'm going to walk out of here alive. If you were thinking maybe I didn't have a chance, you might want to figure out exactly why I look so calm and relaxed. Most of my kills took place
because my target underestimated me. Even when I warned him not to. Jules De'Floren you stand tall for one who used to kill my brothers and sisters, to speak the way you do takes courage, that which is not found in a hunter, is it that you sought not to kill but to be embraced? Some are born to be children of the night,as was I. Could it be that you have been one of us for a time before the embrace<tssk>why do I bother? One of your kind is hardly worth my breath ------------------ Poky agreed, this is... no place for violence. Tell me Larson, why have you come here? and you hunter, tell me of your reason for tracking me here! why do you stalk me? *his fingers tense as his words seep out but his hand is slowly edging away from his pocket* Lilith *A tall woman with long ratty blue hair swings down from the fire escape above. Her clothes are clean and free of blood. Her eyes are a bright green and standout on her pale face. There is a unclear wisdom to hereyes that extends time. She strides slowly as iff to mimic a model on the catwalk.* To interupt me is to delay me...You there beast man. Fetch me two more pigeons for my games. Nosferatu childer, can you scare the feathers off this next set to save me the trouble? Thanks for being a dear. *points at the Gangrel with her right index finger. then twirls it in a circle as to swirl his face* Where are my pigeons? >>Lilith...Malkavian...maybe Nikodemus While this is dreadfully amusing, a wise man doesn't air his dirty laundry in public. Mayhaps we should continue this melodrama somewhere less....conspicuous. We do have rules, after all. [This message has been edited by Nikodemus (edited June 21, 2000).] Vash *Vash slips his hands into the pockets of his dark overcoat as he watches the procedings with a seemingly innocent demeanor* Elijah Robert Marks But I'm not here to make trouble... I'm just here. There's little else for me to do but sit and watch. I'm very good at watching... ------------------ L1wolf ------------------ Altiriel Twice-Born "Such a motley collection gathered here. Well, strength through diversity, as they say. Or is that strength through adversity?" *looks at the Gangrel's claws* "Perhaps we'll soon find out. I am Altiriel Twice-Born, of Clan Toreador. An honor to meet you." ------------------ Sam Wolfberg Know that I am here for business and not to instill fear in your camarilla as a whole. I will not attack any unless provoked or employed to do so. I am Sam Wolfberg, Warrior of Haqim. Long ago I stalked your sires at the behest of thier enemies, now I do the same in these nights to you and offer my services to the younger generations. If you have need of information or some discreet removal, let me know and we shall discuss such matters. Email to (cool email address) for negotiations. Sam Wolfberg ------------------
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