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On the surface,
an Elysium of unsurpassed splendor. Beneath, something sinister lurks...
OldanVisuce Wait a second. *glances at Krouser* Oldan once hear story of Chinese cat that could turn into person. If....NO! Just silly tale! *looks at Niko again* Forgive me for being rude, but have you heard story like this Niko? You don't seem to claim a clan, so.... NO! Just stupid story! Nikodemus "Actually, Niko, or Neko, is the Japanese word for cat, not Chinese. "I've heard such stories of Gaki, or Kami, or Hengeyokai, depending on where you come from. They aren't vampires, which I most assuredly am." At this point Nikodemus bares his fangs, in an almost amiable smile. "See what I mean? 'Sides, I lived in Hong Kong for a long time, and I never saw such a thing." OldanVisuce L1, come here, I want to see if you two start hissing and barking! *smiles mischieviously* Should I assume that your Clan is none of my business, Niko? Because, you know it is making me crazy not knowing. THAT IS IT! You are trying to make me crazy, because you are Malcrazian trying to make me like you! AHA! Oldan too smart for you! *grins broadly* Nikodemus "You trickster...If you wanna know, I'll tell you." Krouser "Don't speak Navajo, do you? For the record, that was 'If you want to impress the lady, take her stargazing a top Mesa Verde'." *mutters something about how europeans think they have a monopoly on romantic language without checking the competition, and returns to his other conversations.* OldanVisuce *lunges forward* TELL ME! TELL ME NOW BEFORE I LOSE MIND! Neuromortis The pulse grows in intensity, filtering slowly into the conversations of the crowd, an underlying current of adrenaline and stirring. THUMMMMMMmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmm The Garou are particularly affected; the bass cadence seizes upon primal instinct, inciting dual urgency to run and seize and rend unhindered by the fetters of humanity, and conversely to celebrate the power of the feeling beast that is man and his ability to dominate. The insistency of the mounting tide of this tsunami pulse sends an exaltant chill through the Caern blood, arousing passion and curiosity in the unique gestalt of expectancy-- THUMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm The Kindred within who have an eye to notice catch fleeting glimpses of silver-white light rippling through the fabric and texture of the walls, across the floor, like watching a rainstorm upon the surface of the ocean while residing in the depths below... THUMMMMMMmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMmmmmmm The woman, Voracia, seems to swoon before this current... Likewise, the child Sassnik experiences a bloom within, a restless need for release known only to the Singer, the Sister, the Daughter--and the jongleur. THUMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMmmmmmm The youth with hair afire perches stock-still upon his wooden stanchion, hands poised to play, eyes fervent and locked unwavering upon the woman who remains unaware of the blood upon her face--as though he will consume her he stares; as though he will give his life for her he stares, ready to play. THUMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMmmm The gypsy Oldan hearkens to the stillness before the storm, in which gentle keening of the violae carries far into the night--as motionless as the night, the more violent the storm. Nikodemus observes as several furtive shapes flee the confines of the Hall, their carriages the epitome of fear and cowardice--thinbloods and superstitious mage-worshipers. As his eyes track about the room, picking out the weak, a huddle of shadows atop a distant staircase take captive his attention... THUMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMmmmmm Elijah, twisting about in his chair, notes the eyes of the daughter Sassnik radiate the emerald green so prominent when singing--and she sits looking through windows unseen into the approaching tempest. THUMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMmmmmm Vash is tempted to bring another napkin to help Voracia tidy her blemished face--he regards the vitae upon her upper lip with concern a moment--and a moment--and a moment--and her mouth--and people might want her--to hurt her--to own her--to possess her and taste her and Vash wrenches away with supreme effort, raising his glass with shaking hands to find it empty and drinking nothing because it's something to do, d*** it!!! THUMMMMMMMmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMmmmm Calibos, already renewed by the previous display, eagerly leans forward in anticipation and wonder, eyes darting about the room to drink in any new surprise-- Which is precisely what Jack is not prepared to deal with, and the sudden shift of attention to a location quite close to him is unnerving and bring just a bit of anger to the fore--but just a bit, as he recognizes the faces bear more excitement and wonder than malice, and as he remembers there's plenty of time to tell his Milwaukee tale... THUMMMMMmmmMMMMMMMmmmmm Darkana,too, notices the cluster atop the staircase from her shady vantage point near the entrance--and a tinge of intuition places her immediately on her guard... The newcomer, David, strains to achieve a better view of what's about to happen--and jostles Szandor, who startles from his book, scowling slightly. And the Native American Krouser, regarding the foppish redheaded kid, cannot help but afford a double take: did he say something? THUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-- ... ... Silence. Breath. Blood. The rustle of clothing. A sigh. And a whisper echoes from origins unknown: ”...sing... ...that we may dance...” ------------------ The sleep of reason breeds
monsters. Stormcaller Sorry about that Szandor but with things being the way they are in this place I am more than a little jumpy. I do think that The Lady has a good idea there and it seems that some of us have already chosen partners for the dance. Now if only we had the song to start the dance. *looks from Sassnik to the fiery haird youth questioningly* OldanVisuce Nikodemus THUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM "Umm...anybody notice what the Lupines are doing? They tend to react to sudden surprises badly. You're worried about dancing...I'm worried about somebody flipping out." Krouser Stormcaller OldanVisuce Vash Er... how about that weather? It seems to change on a seasonal basis... *Vash finishes folding a paper crane and concentrates on it, trying not to notice the happenings around him* Yes sir... winter, spring, summer fall... just like clockwork... *With a wave of his hand, the paper crane floats into the air. Vash tilts his head as it slowly floats down behind the bar* Oh dear me... I think I should fetch that. *Vash scrambles over the bartop and lands with a heavy thump. He stands up and dusts himself off. With a quick glance around the room he relaxes somewhat and leans against the bar. He smiles at Voracia and offers her a small envelope in his hand* Err, wetnap? (OOC Sheesh, it censors that and didn't even touch poppycock. Let's see you censor "tilts"! /OOC) Florindo It's a light and airy piece and is unmistakably an Irish folk song from the manner in which Florindo plays the piece and the general melody. A phrase is played once through as a flicker of recognition dances in Voracia's eyes... the tune is caught, the words stand poised in the air, hovering, waiting to be set free and run with the melody. Florindo taps a foot in time to the music, emerald eyes beaming a light and merry mood. [OOC:]All those within a close proximity of Voracia (6-10 feet) cannot help but feel their spirits lifted. There's a jovial, comedic humor about and you can sense it, but know not from where it comes... you simply feel the need to smile, laugh, snort, chuckle, dance... anything to release this comical energy.[/OOC] Nikodemus
"Well, yeah, but we don't even know what the rules are, much less who they apply to. LoneWar *The sounds eminating from the Flute finally pierce her, and she starts humming along with the tune* *And as the introduction comes to a close, Sassnik takes the tune and Twists it, so that it is no longer the light and airy tune it was, but a more basic tune the throbs within, like the roar of a lion* *Sassnik starts tapping her fingernails on the top of the table tap, tap, TAP, Tap, tap, tap, TAP, Tap* *Sassnik's eyes start to Glow Green, and as the tapping slows and comes to a halt, a MALE voice is heard in the Hall* (Meat Loaf "I would do anything for Love") Melpominee 3 Emotion: Expectataion And I would do anything for
love But I'll never forget the way
you feel right now, And some days it dont come
easy And some nights your breathing
fire And maybe Im crazy As long as the planets are
turning That I would do anything for
love But Ill never forgive myself I would do anything for Love And some days I pray for a
silence And some nights I lose the
feeling And maybe Im lonely As long as the wheels are turning That I would do anything for
love But Ill never do it better
than I do it with you I would do anything for love But Ill never stop dreaming
of you I would do anything for love *Sassnik has been swaying with the song, and at this point she starts singing* *Sassnik* *Voice* *Sassnik* *Voice* *Sassnik* *Voice* *Sassnik* *Voice* *Sassnik* *Voice* *Sassnik* *Voice* Anything for Love *As the song ends Sassnik regains herself, and her eyes turn back to their normal grey* *She looks around the hall confused for a moment* "Umm, excuse me all for a moment, I need to go out real fast. Be right back" *Sassnik glances hurridly around the hall then turns and runs out of the hall. Those near the door can see a reddish tinge coming into her eyes as she runs past* Sassnik Dreameweaver Altiriel Twice-Born *turns to Darkana* You certainly know quite a bit about Saulot, don't you? If you don't mind my asking, where did you come by this information? The Baali? *laughs lightly* Right... Elijah Robert Marks As Sassnik begins to sing, he emits an audible sigh and settles back, enjoying the music and the company. When she leaves in the way she does, he looks up, concerned, disappointed. Then, suddenly, his face goes blank. He closes his eyes. You can almost feel him thinking through something, running down lists and options. Then, just as suddenly, his eyes open. Then he frowns. He looks in the direction of the departed Sassnik, muttering to himself. Any kindred with high Auspex will hear the phrase 'it's a cookbook,' but may not place the reference. Very quickly -- almost unnoticeably -- his eyes dart from Voracia to Florindo and back again. He stands, and bows slightly to his companions. "If you will excuse me," he says, "I feel as though I should walk a bit. I've been sittng in this one place all night, and I feel I would be doing the Hall a disservice if I didn't try and take more of it in." With that, he turns and slowly starts walking down the length of the Hall... ------------------ Altiriel Twice-Born *to himself* "'To Serve Man'...or Cainites, as the case may be." *looks around the hall* "Obviously true...perhaps..." OOC: I have decided the swear filter should have been used in "1984" Darkana1 To this day I have followed
my sire's teachings, Learn all you can, use it to your best advantage,
now I doubt your a Baali, on consulting some information back home I realise
if you had been you would have started tearing us apart long ago, so that
leaves a Salubri or a Tremere, Gathering information is an important pastime
for me, Trading information is another hobby, anyne with importatn information
they want to trade ask me, I might know something of interest..... Altiriel Twice-Born OOC: NO ONE, not even Etrius, who knows that saulot isn't quite dead, knows for sure that Saulot sired the Baali. I concede that you would have heard of the Baali, but I doubt you would know who made them. Florindo Florindo turns slowly to face Sessnik, the flute still perched apon the soft pale flesh of his lips. The obligatory breath to endow the mouthpiece with energy is no longer present. Florindo watches Sessnik as she sings, the smirk is turned down a bit heavily on one side and a brow is arched... waiting... waiting for the end. The piper waits and is finally appeased by silence. A turn of the head moves the youth's gaze to follow the departure of the maiden singer. Florindo says, sotto voce and with teeth clenched: Porca puttana! La ragazza molesta la canzone e va. Una lezione nella pazienza e nella cortesia è prudente. Finally, the smile returns... Sì, ma in primo luogo, la donna che merita la mia attenzione. Florindo turns back to Voracia
and readies the copper flute for her voice.
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