Narg
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Post by Narg on Sept 11, 2018 20:43:00 GMT
The crowd roared as the fight went on, excited to see the newbie and the primogen throwing down. The fight was surprisingly even given the age difference. Alister could barely make out the screams of the people cheering for him and against him alike, "Crush him, Shovelhead!" "C'mon you can hit harder than that!" "Alisteeeeeeeeeer! Woo Woo Woo!" None if it matter though as he dead rushed the primogen, grabbing him around the waist and slamming him into the side of the ring. The sound of crunching ribs was disturbing as the elder felt at least five crack against the side of the pit. With what strength Alexander had left he hit Alister over the bridge of the nose, as he was pinned against the wall in the hold pushing Alister back. It didn't seem to hurt him much, as LeChevalier's blow hadn't had a healthy body putting power behind it. The man could barely move, and everything hurt, as he stumbled in the ring trying to put his fists up to guard from the next strike. ------- Solomon felt the tap on his shoulder. He turned away from the fight, and the screaming, to address whoever was trying to get his attention. His prideful smile faded as he looked upon a horrifying scarred face that seemed to be oozing blood, eternally scabbed and disfigured. This was Zeena, a Nosferatu messenger who specialized in discreet information relay and retrieval. Zeena spoke with clear and concise tone, in a voice that was not her own, "Our time is up Solomon, dear. Loire is getting restless, and we need to resolve this issue now. Stop your schoolyard frivolities with your friends and come see me. Bring Alexander and the young one as well. Time to take responsibility, darling." Zeena then spoke in her own voice, a raspy tone, indicating that her throat had been scarred just as badly as her face. "So says Liya." With that the vampire faded into the shadows, and out of Solomon's mind, as if a ghost had shown him a vision. Alister rolls to tackleS5EBlmI6p_p_p_p_p_p_p_ two successes Damagep_p_p_p_p_p_p_p_ 7 successes
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Post by Alexandre LeChevalier on Sept 13, 2018 12:37:47 GMT
Alexandre was in tremendous pain, but he at least was still on his feet, managing to avoid being knocked over by the attack. His offensive strategy hadn't been working, so he switched to a more defensive one, keeping light on his feet and watching Alister intently. Once he attack, Alexandre would be readied to spring out of the way.
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Post by Alister Rockwell on Sept 13, 2018 23:48:21 GMT
Despite his clear advantage, Alister backed off. It might have looked like he was being sporting - but in truth, he needed to try and catch his breath (so to speak). To the fledgling Neonate, burning blood was still exhausting - one was generally fine, but any more than that and the sudden absence of vitae made him feel like he'd just vomited, or he hadn't drunk or slept for a day. He backed off so he could try and covertly lean against the chain railing. He had the raw strength advantage, but he just couldn't keep burning blood, and that was the only way to keep up with his enemy.
So, when LeChevalier dropped into a defensive stance and waited for Alister to come at him, Alister instead straightened and walked forward with his palms out in a peaceful pose. "Fuck it, I can't keep up with you any longer," he admitted. "We'll call it a draw?"
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Narg
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Post by Narg on Sept 14, 2018 11:12:44 GMT
The crowed booed, and jeered. They wanted to see more blood. As long as there was someone standing they considered the fight still going. Solomon had other plans, however, and all three of them had pressing matters to attend to. Solomon threw himself into the ring and stood between the two. "The fledglin's had enough? Normally I would say that you fight till you fall, cuz them's the rules. But we have some extenuatin' circumstances. The Primogen has duties to attend to, and they can't be kept waitin'." He looked over at LeChevalier, clearly wounded, and decided that it was time the fight was done. He would need the Primogen to be able to walk in order to hold a meeting with Liya. And besides, Alexander was the one who understood the intricacies of politicking. It was one of the reasons Solomon supported him so fervently. The Brujah of Oddhaven would spiral out of control under the leadership of Rodriguez, whereas Alexander kept the rest of the clans from worrying about the Brujah flying off the leash. "It's not done till yuh hit tha daert Solomon! Yuh know that bettar than any'o us!" Large Lexi screamed from outside the ring. "Put him down, Shovelhead!" Annie screamed over the din. The rest of the crowd roared in disapproval as Solomon helped the two weary fighters out of the ring, and began walking them up the stairs towards the outside. Solomon got a mug of blood from the bar, on the way out, and handed it to Alexander. It would be enough to heal a few ribs, and they had put their time in fighting. The barkeep gave no objection, other than a smirk, "Thought the new guy had you there, Chevzies. How's mercy taste?" Chevs gets two blood points back The three vampires made their way upstairs and through the bar proper. They stepped outside onto the cold, wet, winter streets. Solomon dropped his announcer's façade. "Liya wants to see us. What went down with Saoirse, 'n Alister's embrace, has me on the shit list. If Loire has any reputation, that nutter's waitin' for me to crawl into her web before she drains my juices. I've already waited too long to show myself. Needed to teach Alister to survive. Now he's met the clan, so if somethin' do happen to me, he'll at least know where to find y'all. Anyhow, Ima and the assassin should be meetin' us there. Rusty 'n Toreador have otha business, and Tremere isn' invited to the party fer obvious reason. Loire'll want my head. I trust you got my back on this'un? I backed you fer Primogen, you back my existence." Solomon looked expectantly at Alexander and held out his hand, looking for a shake.
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Post by Alexandre LeChevalier on Sept 14, 2018 12:38:51 GMT
Alexandre frowned. Liya he was on warm terms with, despite their clans. The Assamite he had butted heads with, but it was hardly serious. When the Primacy called for cooperation, neither held their distaste for the other seriously enough to let it interfere in the greater good, and LeChevalier thought he had a reasonably good chance of bringing him to Solomon's defense. The Malkavian, on the other hand, he could never expect cooperation from. Not that it was never given, but that their character was so fluid they were always a wildcard. To Alexandre, it seemed that there was little point in inviting them.
A pity the Nosferatu and the Toreador wouldn't be present, as they were the closest allies he had among the primogen. It had been short notice, though. When Solomon told him the situation, Alexandre had to cancel a meeting with a Vizier who would investigate the warding. A winced at the thought- hopefully the snuff hadn't made it's way to the Assamite Primogen's ears and strained things further.
Taking his hand, Alexandre said, "I doubt I can change Loire's mind directly. But I also doubt even she would stand against the Primogen over such a minor infraction. We'll see if we can't keep that head on your shoulders for a bit longer." He then pulled Solomon into a hug, a gesture any who knew him would know was extremely rare. Once closer, though, Solomon knew it wasn't done out of sentiment. Whispering into his ear, Alexandre asked, "Does the childe know what's at stake? The danger he's in?"
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Post by Alister Rockwell on Sept 14, 2018 12:52:12 GMT
Alister was further back, leaning against the wall beside the door and not really paying attention to the conversation. He'd grabbed some blood on the way out too - rather than the flagon LeChevalier had taken, Alister had filled up a chunky metal flask and was draining that. He knew that the meeting coming up was important, but not having been introduced to the Camarilla court - and having had his view of the Sect filtered through Solomon's viewpoint - he didn't really understand the true significance of it.
He was more concerned about how pissed off most of the Brujah had been when he'd called the fight a draw. A lot of that initial goodwill and warmth had been replaced by jeers - they'd thought he'd thrown in the towel, which really was true. Alister wasn't sure what else they'd wanted though - to fight until both contestants were a bloody pulp? Under normal circumstances he wouldn't have minded, but he wouldn't have made it much longer anyway - plus Solomon had mentioned beforehand that LeChevalier was somebody Alister would want as a friend, and beating the shit out of him didn't really seem conducive towards that end.
Alister sighed, and finished the flask. His vampiric abilities, the Brujah, the Camarilla, the Sabbat, Anarch Free States, Carthage, Caine, the Book of Nod, Disciplines, Harpies, Assamites, True Brujah, Troile, Antediluvians - Christ, it was still so much. He could only think about a little bit at a time before it started to overwhelm him - he felt pretty overwhelmed now. Even the comforting, initial familiarity of the Brujah Bash had been...fake. It was truly a wholly different world, and Alister just couldn't seem to find a place in it.
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Narg
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Post by Narg on Sept 14, 2018 19:54:25 GMT
The low hum of shouting and cheering, from the bar behind them, suddenly grew in volume and then faded quickly. Each of the vampires turned around to see the door swinging shut behind David Rodriguez. He walked up to the three vampires with swagger, shoes clacking on the wet stone, and motioned to himself, saying, "You called for the Primogen. What do you need me for?"
Solomon didn't even have time to respond before Rodriguez looked over at Alister and spoke to the budding Brujah, "I'm afraid I didn't introduce myself properly inside. My name is David Rodriguez. I don't know if LeChevalier informed you that there's actually a bit of contention about the whole Primogen thing. That's not the point though. You did good in there, Shovelhead." He said slapping Alister heartily on the shoulder.
He paused, looking at Alister's consternated visage. "You look worried. What, did the booing get to you? Don't you worry, they weren't shouting at you, they were mad that Solomon stopped the whole thing. You see we kinda have this unspoken rule, that once you get in the ring you don't stop till the other hits dirt. Next time just take a dive when you wanna stop." He looked over at Alexander and chuckled. "I'm impressed, Chevzie. You took a real hard hit back there... from the fledgling. But still, you had enough grit to keep going. Respect. And aren't you worried, Solomon, that you might be playing favorites a little? Birdie has to fall out of the nest at some point."
Rodriguez scanned the group in front of him, a small smirk creeping across his face. "So what's the whole deal here? A Sheriff, a Poser, and a Fledgling walk out of a bar. There's a joke in here somewhere, but all of you look like someone's about to die. Something funny is going on here, and it's the kind where no one's laughing."
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Post by Alexandre LeChevalier on Sept 15, 2018 3:39:45 GMT
"You always were to sort to figure out a joke after everyone else stopped laughing. I'm sure in a week or so you'll put the pieces together." Alexandre continued walking, motioning with his hand for the group to follow.
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Post by Narg on Sept 15, 2018 4:11:49 GMT
"Well I may not be the only one who's not in on the punchline," Rodriguez quipped back. "I think that all the Primogen's are getting together to back Solomon, even after his little mistake. You obviously don't want this getting back to Loire, and just in case things went sideways you brought your Childe around to the Clan, hoping they'd like him enough to stick up for him if the new sheriff came for his ass." Rodriguez paused and looked over at Alister. "Have either of them told why they're doing what they're doing? Have they even told you what their plan is, that they're trying to gain political clout? Did they tell you what a meeting with the Prince will mean for you?" His voice seemed to be filled with actual concern. Whether or not that was the case was up to Alister to discern. Solomon stopped in his tracks the minute Rodriguez began to address Alister, and turned around, barking at David. "Shuddup. Who d'ya think you are? I'm his Sire not you. Know your place." A dreadful miasma could be felt coming from Solomon's gaze by both Alexander and Alister, and they could only imagine what the subject of his Ire must be feeling. Solomon uses dread gaze on Rodriguez difficulty 8XAmzGxBUp_p_p_p_p_p_p_p_ two successes Rodriguez shrunk in his jacket, his bravado deflating before their very eyes. "Just... Just something to think about, I guess." With that, Rodriguez turned around and began to head back towards the bar, visibly shaken from his encounter. ·······
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Post by Alister Rockwell on Sept 16, 2018 1:31:53 GMT
Alister watched Rodriguez slink back into the bar, cowed, and felt even more confused. So he wanted to be the boss over LeChevalier, did he? Solomon didn't seem to appreciate that, or Rodriguez chatting to him - the edge of Solomon's withering glare had been enough to make his skin crawl, must have been even worse for Rodriguez.
Christ, he was so confused. He wasn't a political player, he just fucking did the wet work. He had no mind for this, for why these two men obviously hated each other or what the whole significance of the Prince's judgement was. He wasn't even sure what a Primogen was, really. Trying to shrug it off, Alister followed the other two.
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Post by Narg on Sept 25, 2018 23:46:34 GMT
The three Brujah moved through town, eventually hailing a cab, getting in and directing the driver to Southside. The car passed under orange sodium lamps, one after the other, navigating through the sparse neon filled streets, until finally coming into southside. Marquis lined the Southside drag, advertising various shows and upcoming performances, some more risqué than others. "Drop us here." Solomon said. Handing the driver a thirty librae note and exited the vehicle. They stood outside a venue called Elly's. No shows were listed on the marquis and the bulbs outlining the sign glowed a dull red. Silently, Solomon and Alexander moved forward, and entered the door code holding the door open for Alister. Once inside, they immediately noticed a large, mustachioed man reading Us Weekly behind the glass. He looked up once he noticed movement in front of him. "Ah so you're here," he noted nonchalantly. "Liya said that you'll be lookin' for her in her green room." Solomon nodded and responded, "Thanks Dougey. Pleasure as always." They moved past him and through two large double doors into the main theatre space. Upon simple inspection, the theatre no longer seemed to function as such, instead as a social lounge of some sort. Even with the ground at a slant, where there used to be theatre seats, various platforms had been crafted so as to support tables and chairs, so that they might be level instead of on a tilt. The place was dimly lit with electric chandeliers. Red velvet hung along the walls, and the curtains on the stage were drawn closed, with only a lone microphone on the stage in front of them. A select few people sat about the room, talking with each other in quiet voices, drinking crimson red liquid from wine glasses. It could easily be assumed as blood, but was hardly the purpose of their visit. Solomon walked up the stage and held the curtain there open for Alexander and Alister to pass through. The stage area had a drum kit, various speakers, and electronic equipment, which Solomon ignored as he opened a door leading into a backstage hallway. Eventually the three came to door with a golden star on it, with the name "Liya" written in dark red cursive. Solomon knocked on the door, and said quietly, "Liya, it's me. Alexander 'n Alister are with me. Coudja let us in?" After a moment, a woman with dark Almond skin, and odd intricate markings scarred upon it, opened the door and smiled slightly at the sight of the tall African American man before her. "Oh, hello dear Solomon. So good to see you. I'm glad could meet with us. Like usual we're still waiting on Ima, but for all we know she could here already." She opened the door gently for the three men to enter the room. All three could note a wonderful aroma coming from her bright blonde hair. An ancient, sweet smell, that was gentle and calm, like her deep, ocean blue eyes. Continued in this thread
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