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On the surface,
an Elysium of unsurpassed splendor. Beneath, something sinister lurks...
Nikodemus "How much time until the Master's satiated?" Vash The first one was the one made in 1958, the second was actually "The Haunting" and of course the third one was made last year... of course, there's the fourth if you count "The Barny movie", which was also loosly based on it. *Vash's eyes slowly moves to Voracia* Um, excuse me... please go on. Do you have any idea how to stop this guy, who until we come up with a better name, we'll call him "Vincent Price", okay? Stormcaller Voracia "You are familiar with the term, 'Using no way as way?' Or perhaps, 'To change with change is the changeless state?'" She steps close to him, observing his face carefully. "Have you experienced that which changes, but stays the same because everything else around it changes as well? It remains constant only in spirit--but it takes on the characteristics of the environment...or circumstances..." A tilt of the head. "Or are you the one who has felt the reverse--everything about you had stayed the same, but inside, you had changed, becoming...someone else?" A moment to consider. Perhaps distraction. The shades conceal the motives now. "Look outside that window and tell me: what about this house has changed?" Voracia Gwynhala *gwynhala's question to V. when he first reentered the room, 'lady, what are you, that you reflect my very soul in your eyes?' remains unanswered. It was not meant as rhetorical. perhaps she will deign to answer it later in the time sequence when she agrees to Elijah's request. perhaps not...* *when Elijah asks G. what happened outside the window, he replies.* (to Elijah, assumed others will hear too) "We were watching the moon rise. I got the sense that the ledge just outside the window, overlooking the sea, was the first truly real place I've been all evening." *complex facial / body language reaction from G. when Amber heals him. his physical pain goes away, but emotional pain remains, subdued. at some level he feels it is blasphemy for amber to heal his divinely inflicted wounds with blood magic. at another level he recognizes her innocence and bears her no ill will for it. at still another level he is very grateful to her. a person with high empathy might pick this up, otherwise please disregard. i am assuming amber has to touch him to use this discipline so he knows who has done it* *quizical look. feels former
wounds, notes that they are gone. puzzled expression* "Though I do not know you, I thank you." *at point in time of Voracia saying, '...This is what I've come to rationalize in my efforts to understand how he does it...'* (to Voracia) OOC: Stormcaller ------------------ Voracia Tant pis pour vous, monsieur! /ooc ------------------------ A moment more with Niko...something...then: "You are free to leave this building any time you like. Go. Walk out the door and forget what you have seen here. Walk out into the night and satisfy yourselves to drunkenness by raping the 'cattle' of their lives. Deny the fact that this Elysium called you here. Unlike any other you are apt to find. Yes, go back. Cringe, mewling for the coming of Gehenna. Hide in fear, strip yourselves of faith in favor of darkness. Put your spirit in a box to admire on holiday and special occasions of nostalgia and sentimentality. She steps toward the window...far, far off, on the horizon, the inky black has blended subtly with the obsidian blue of raven's feathers. "It has been darkest..." Standing before the windowseat, suddenly the stillness sinks in: the wind has died. "In the heart lie several chambers, each providing life through their course. So too is this Elysium. It does not 'see into our minds.' We willingly offer our necks, pulsing with the blood of our past. However," Drumming of the fingers on the windowseat. The musically adept pick out the opening chords of Wolfgang Mozart's Dies Irae from his Requiem Mass. "It drinks deep. ...I am the Lady of this Elysium, though not by vocation. I have simply stayed...waiting. Seeking. Searching through the corridors of time for the heart of this illusion so adeptly set forth for those who seek, that I might find its source, its wellspring. I play the role of hostess--and am accepted, to some extent, possibly as a toy--I bear very few threats, and have been the gift on more than one occasion. So I play. 'The plays the thing, wherein Yes...for if I find the heart... ...I will find the King. The elusive King, who feeds from his safe haven unbeknownst to any childe, protected by his pawns and rooks and knights, by his bishops and his queen. And I...I will fell him." Silence. That cloying aura of foreboding has settled firm, a massive cat with claws to knead the darkness into comfortable bedding. "But one cannot begin the game without the proper count of pieces on the board. And who has counted of late?" She steps up onto the windowseat. Stirring, the wind touches the fringes of her hair in play. "The pieces are now in place. The game begins anew. The hourglass has set to midnight once again, a new day born and another game. There is but one player in this game, and I wish to damn him from his seat to the hell he talked his way out of from the beginning. And all those choices at the opening of the game?" She pauses, staring out at the subtly shifting sky. "The first lie of many. There is only one choice at the opening of the game: To play, or not to play. That is the question." And with that, she steps out onto the ledge, out of sight. Vash I'll help. *He walks over to the window and steps out, tripping from sight* Gwynhala "Outside, earlier, I told the lady that I would stand with her - trust in her vision - not knowing her intent. And now that her intent is plain, I am steeled in my purpose. Let it never be said that the Brujah shrink from righteous battle. Let's go!" *exits to ledge, attempting to follow V.* Voracia 'Sides, others gotta catch up. Um, can we please say that Krouser and Oldan were in the room for this, or overheard it, or came back, or something? This was supposed to be addressing everyone--I think N. will elaborate. (I've been back and forth on ICQ all night. He's working on the Wayward character page stuff and I guess he's burning CDs for us...oops I mean he's making data backup copies of boring files for his feed store bookkeeping records...) gnight! /ooc Krouser /ooc Elijah Robert Marks Elijah says nothing, listening to Voracia's story. When she is finished, there is a gleam in his eye you hadn't seen earlier... a new sense of purpose, perhaps? Or perhaps simply the reawakinging of an old one. He wordlessly follows Voracia, Vash and Gwynhalla out onto the ledge. ------------------ OldanVisuce *During the last scene, Oldan has been watching horrified, and confused. With every word spoken by Voracia, he seems to get angrier.* I am a simple thief. I do not pretend to be a great man, or a wise man. In my world things are black and white. There is no gray, gray upsets me. Forgive me and my cowardice,*fully enraged voice* BUT I AM TIRED OF RIDDLES! Oldan does not understand this. I steal, and cheat, and connive, and generally try not to be a devastation to humanity. In these things I am good. In these things I have no peer. Now, Oldan is supposed to be mystic? NO! *looks at Voracia with thinly veiled contempt* Are you why we are here? I am white knight.*holds up the small statue of himself* Does this mean that in your game I am to destroy the black pieces? Does it satisfy you and the kings? Does it bring you pleasure? Am I to die as one of the last of my kind as a knight to this "Tall Man"? Are Elijah and I are to destroy each other in someone's sick game? Never, I won't be your pawn! *last line spoken as he throws the piece into the flames* *his accent is strangely absent,
just a tinge of an English one now, as his voice calms* Forgive me, for I am just a simple thief. /OOC/Thats right, Oldan is not the brightest bulb in the lamp. /OOC/ Nikodemus "Oldan, my friend. Even the choice not to play is a choice. I don't think you'll be required to sacrifice yourself nor any of the rest of us." Krouser you know what.... I think I'll probably post that cinematic later. the more I think about it, the more I realize that it wouldn't seriously disrupt the storyline. It would, however, help me wrap some things up in my mind. /ooc Lady Amara OldanVisuce I know that I could leave, friend Niko. But, I will not leave unless necessary. If I am to be told that we are to be Elijah's enemies, then I must. I know you and I are safe from each other, but are we safe from the Black pieces? Will we be put to each others throats? This hall has brought up things that none of us wanted to see. What if it brings things we don't want to see in each other? Nikodemus "A color neutral king. One more interested in this positioning idea I was talking about. Or is that too obscure?" OOC: The whole chess thing is too...interesting. I've been playing a game for going on 8 weeks now at work. I make my move when I get there in the morning and my opponent has moved by the next morning. Funny thing is, I don't know who I am playing. Everybody who cares to know is aware that I am playing, but nobody knows who I am playing. It could be my boss, or his boss, or the janitor. I think it's kinda interesting. Amara - Just wander into a
room, take your 'Scourging' and wander out the other side near ours. Heh,
the room is the one with the big hole in the door. Lady Amara Tick, tick, tick...The sound of Amara's boots draw nearer while Elijah wonders what emotional bomb she may drop on him now..She turns the corner into the room and gives everyone left an expression of aloofness.. "Oh, did I miss something?..." A few get a little ticked off... Elijah just chuckles to himself lightly... Looking around at everyone.... "What'd I say??...." Shrugs and leans against the back wall... ------------------ Krouser dear god, this thing's kept me up for 24 hours STRAIGHT! no, wait, that's the caffinee. never mind. /ooc Elijah Robert Marks "Oldan... I'm also disturbed by the way the two sides seem to be opposing each other, but if Voracia's story is to be believed, that setup is for his game, not ours. Unlike some, I'm not one to believe that my will can be completely subverted by someone simply because they're old and powerful. We were all, every one of us, created with free will. Our decisions are ours to make -- and our responsibility to bear. "This Great Hall is the facade of an elysium... it is Elysium interlocked with Tartarus, a heavenly veneer that hides some kind of hell. We know this now, others who follow us will not. That means we have a better chance of stopping it from preying on others. A dangerous game, but if the people who know of the danger don't try and avert it, what will happen to the people who don't know of it. "Or, to put it another way, 'the only thing needed for evil to win is that good men do nothing.' "When I was mortal and hunted our kind, I did so by playing their game to a certain extent... long enough to understand how my target thought, and how it reacted, so that when I struck I would know how best to do so. This is the same kind of situation. We don't know enough about the king in order to take it down... but I'll bet we can learn. "The pieces, in this case, can turn on the chessmaster." ooc/ I like the symbolism of chess. Sure wish I had any appreciable skill in it. Niko, remind me never to play chess with you, you sound like you can actually play. I really am one of the worst chess players what ever lived. Oh and Amara, joining is easy, just follow Nikodemus' suggestion and you're there. It's the keeping up part that's a pain in the neck. /ooc ------------------ Krouser /ooc Krouser the following exchange can be heard by pretty much anyone in the room, and the louder portions can be heard out the window. /ooc Krouser knelt on the floor, the rust brown sands falling from his trembling hand. The grains accumulated in a pile, atop a ritual sandpainting. "Can it be true?" he asked quietly. "Can this whole damnable lie be true?!!?" His voice raised to a thunder's roll. His hand dropped, violently, banishing the ritual patterns. "Can it be that Abby's death was but a trifling step in a sick GAME!? AWNSER me Coyote, you owe me that much. You said my happy times would be few, but you never told me they'd be stolen from me!" "They haven't, Kokopili." Krouser looked up, to find Coyote grimacing down at him. "Your happy times are yours, and they will be, forever. You are here because any other vision you would have shrugged off, in your rage. Only this place has the weight to make you listen. Listen well, Kokopili. I crafted your every misfortune, your every ill fate, your every sorrow, your every tear. You were given a nightmare to live, so that you would give only sweet dreams to others." Coyote crossed his arms, as his displeased words drifted down the hall. Krouser's fingers gathered sand as he clenched his fists. "You son of a...." he howled, and lunged at Coyote's face. Coyote simply reached out with his palm, and set it against Krouser's chest. Krouser halted in midlaunch, gasping for air he didn't need, his face white. "You asked me for my blessing, Kokopili, when your precious sire was killed. You wanted revenge. I granted it to you, but you forget what comes with it. I KNOW WERE YOUR HEART IS HIDDEN!" Coyote lifted his palm, and Krouser with it, pushing him forward until he's immobile against the wall. "I own you, Kokopili, Body and soul. I made you." Coyote's voice, at once a wisper and a shout, reached Krouser's ear. Krouser's hands slowly unclenched, raining sand into Coyote's face. Coyote's mouth begain to relax, upturning slightly as the sand fell. "You are learning." Coyote sounded pleased. "This is how a Dine acts, Kokopili. You may serve the post well after all. I'll have to think about it. In the mean time, I'll releive you of these toys." Coyote lifted his hand, and plunged it into Krouser's trench, pulling out at once, the flute, the painting sands, and some metaphysical shroud. His hand having lifted, Krouser slumped against the wall, clearly drained. The spirit walked steadily into the room, and to the window. His eyes crossed those he had passed, as he paused. ooc/ if anyone cares to speak to Coyote, I'll put words in his mouth. /ooc Nikodemus "You said that Krouser was to be a Dine? You must not think all Kindred are Wyrm-Corrupted. God, if only the Garou would listen to you. I think, once the initial animosity were overcome, they'd find quite a few vampires, especially the younger ones, that would be more than willing to join in their fight."
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