PH: Outside the Picture House
Geoff
from the star-lit Heavens. The muffled sounds of pounding rhythms can
be heard in the chill June night. Across the street, a lone figure
emerges from the shadows.
He is of average build and height, perfectly bald and wears dark
shades, a black leather trenchcoat, black leather jeans, and heavy
military boots. A strange tattoo is emblazoned on the left breast of
his bare chest. Standing motionless on the kerb, he scans the frontage
of the club with an expressionless face. Through the open doorway,
Charmaine, Micki and Vladamere Dametri can be seen in the foyer.
Almost silently, he whispers, "Drone Five. Target acquired. Holding
position." For a fraction of a second, a faint orange glow of heat
picks out a filament-thin strand of thread held in his lips, which
trails off and away into the darkness before immediately burning
asunder in a shower molten drops.
Drone Five
The Fell Legion
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Vladamere Dametri
him now that they know he is a guest. The fact that he is less that social
is fine with them and the keep their distance. The night air is so silent
and inviting. Uncluttered, and undemanding, a welcome friend and ally.
Vladamere Dametri's eyes glow red beneath his hood as he scans the darkness
and notices a gentleman standing on the curb. He does not recognize him and
turns to a Doorman and nods in the direction of the stranger, "<Old
Romanian> Who is he?" The Doorman looks at his buddy and says,"Did you
understand a word he was saying?" "Nope came the replay."
Knowing the nature of the guests that were attending the party, one of the
Doorman said, "Wait here Sir, I'll be right back with my Master and we'll be
able to help you then." Vladamere watched him depart in frustration and
returned his gaze on the stranger. Something about his attitude spelled
trouble, and his years as a Detective (a concept he could not fully
comprehend) was warning him.
> Drone Five
Vladamere Dametri
Matt Griffiths
Vladamere Dametri <gaud...@windsor.igs.net> wrote in message
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Misha appeared at his side a minute later. "Are you alright, Vlademere?"
> > Drone Five
> Vladamere Dametri
--
Misha Young
Toreador
--
Matt
Irina Zantosa-Bathory
<Snip>
>> >
>> Vladamere Dametri reaches the door and pauses. The Doormen do not bother
>> him now that they know he is a guest. The fact that he is less that social
>> is fine with them and the keep their distance. The night air is so silent
>> and inviting. Uncluttered, and undemanding, a welcome friend and ally.
>> Vladamere Dametri's eyes glow red beneath his hood as he scans the
>darkness
>> and notices a gentleman standing on the curb. He does not recognize him
>and
>> turns to a Doorman and nods in the direction of the stranger, "<Old
>> Romanian> Who is he?" The Doorman looks at his buddy and says,"Did you
>> understand a word he was saying?" "Nope came the replay."
>>
>> Knowing the nature of the guests that were attending the party, one of the
>> Doorman said, "Wait here Sir, I'll be right back with my Master and we'll
>be
>> able to help you then." Vladamere watched him depart in frustration and
>> returned his gaze on the stranger. Something about his attitude spelled
>> trouble, and his years as a Detective (a concept he could not fully
>> comprehend) was warning him.
>
>Misha appeared at his side a minute later. "Are you alright, Vlademere?"
Irina having left Jane in the company of werewolves followed Misha to
see this new arrival. She stands behind Misha and examines Vlademere
curiously, noting his strange aura and waiting for him to speak.
>> > Drone Five
>> Vladamere Dametri
>--
>Misha Young
>Toreador
>--
>Matt
>
>
Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
Geoff
As Vladamere watches the mysterious figure, he slowly retreats
backwards - still facing the club - to let the shadows devour him once
more. But with his preternatural sight, Vladamere can still just make
out the faint outline of his form on the periphery of his vision. The
figure returns to his motionless state just beyond the threshold of
conventional eyes.
[OOC: Can You Read His Aura? Presuming your sight is able to pierce
the darkness to him, this latest 'guest' has a pale, dark blue aura
flecked with a myriad of sparkles.]
> Vladamere Dametri
Vladamere Dametri
> > > Outside the Picture House, the faint moonlight casts dull silver hues
> > > from the star-lit Heavens. The muffled sounds of pounding rhythms can
> > > be heard in the chill June night. Across the street, a lone figure
> > > emerges from the shadows.
> > >
> > > He is of average build and height, perfectly bald and wears dark
> > > shades, a black leather trenchcoat, black leather jeans, and heavy
> > > military boots. A strange tattoo is emblazoned on the left breast of
> > > his bare chest. Standing motionless on the kerb, he scans the frontage
> > > of the club with an expressionless face. Through the open doorway,
> > > Charmaine, Micki and Vladamere Dametri can be seen in the foyer.
> > >
> > > Almost silently, he whispers, "Drone Five. Target acquired. Holding
> > > position." For a fraction of a second, a faint orange glow of heat
> > > picks out a filament-thin strand of thread held in his lips, which
> > > trails off and away into the darkness before immediately burning
> > > asunder in a shower molten drops.
> > >
bother
> > him now that they know he is a guest. The fact that he is less that
social
> > is fine with them and the keep their distance. The night air is so
silent
> > and inviting. Uncluttered, and undemanding, a welcome friend and ally.
> > Vladamere Dametri's eyes glow red beneath his hood as he scans the
> darkness
> > and notices a gentleman standing on the curb. He does not recognize him
> and
> > turns to a Doorman and nods in the direction of the stranger, "<Old
> > Romanian> Who is he?" The Doorman looks at his buddy and says,"Did you
> > understand a word he was saying?" "Nope came the replay."
> >
> > Knowing the nature of the guests that were attending the party, one of
the
> > Doorman said, "Wait here Sir, I'll be right back with my Master and
we'll
> be
> > able to help you then." Vladamere watched him depart in frustration and
> > returned his gaze on the stranger. Something about his attitude spelled
> > trouble, and his years as a Detective (a concept he could not fully
> > comprehend) was warning him.
>
Turning slowly to face Misha, with eyes still glowing red deep within the
cave like opening of his cloak. Vladamere Dametri's features all but obsured
except to those with enhanced senses. He did not know if he new this
beautiful woman or not, and he could not understand her words, but he did
not feel she presented any danger. Stretching out his hand to warn Misha of
the danger of physical contact with him, Vladamere Dametri said, "<Old
Romanian> Careful, stay away, I can't control myself."
Then he noticed his the hand that Misha was watching closely. The fingers
rippled like jelly five sticks of jello. Then hardened into a normal, solid
hand once again. More shocking still to Vladamere Dametri, was the effect it
had on him. All at once he was aware of his hand. Like thick, rubber gloves
were removed and his tactile sense had been restored. The feeling washed up
his right arm and then his left. Not a tingle, but shiver, followed by a
thousand needles.
Vladamere Dametri began to understand what was happening to him. It was his
Sire, Vlad Tepe's doing, a thousand years ago, when he opened the chest of
his newly embraced Progeny, Duke Vladamere and made it a vessel to carry his
Leutenant Dametri (who's body was destroyed by Tremere magic). Vlad Tepe
used his gift of Vicissitude many times to create Szlacta and Vozhd, but
never had he considered the joining of two vampires. The humor of locking
his enemy and his ally together in one body left him giddy with mirth.
Duke Vladamere, was conscious for the entire joining. It was nessecary in
order to track each nerve and merge them with Dametri's. Though Vlad Tepe
was one of the Tzimisce's most talented practicioners of the art of Flesh
Crafting, even he was taxed to join all the nerves in a human body.
Vladamere recieved no formal training in Vicissitude, other than those many
hours of hands on experience Vlad Tepe provided.
Over the last millenium, each time Vlad Dame walled off one of Dametri's
memories, he forged a bridge between the minds using his latent Vicissitude.
A bridge that now both Vladamere and Dametri had discovered they can cross.
A bridge so well built that now that Dametri is conscious, neither identity
can be distinguished from the other.
Now the final stage of that transformation is underway. The rebirth of
VanDam.
Vladamere Dametri slips down the wall to the floor, his aura swirling with
colour in his pain. His hand withdrawn back into his robes, only the glowing
of his eyes on Misha is evidence he is still aware.
> > > Drone Five
> > Vladamere Dametri
> --
> Misha Young
> Toreador
> --
> Matt
>
Vladamere Dametri
Vladamere Dametri
> >> >
> >> Vladamere Dametri reaches the door and pauses. The Doormen do not
bother
> >> him now that they know he is a guest. The fact that he is less that
social
> >> is fine with them and the keep their distance. The night air is so
silent
> >> and inviting. Uncluttered, and undemanding, a welcome friend and ally.
> >> Vladamere Dametri's eyes glow red beneath his hood as he scans the
> >darkness
> >> and notices a gentleman standing on the curb. He does not recognize him
> >and
> >> turns to a Doorman and nods in the direction of the stranger, "<Old
> >> Romanian> Who is he?" The Doorman looks at his buddy and says,"Did you
> >> understand a word he was saying?" "Nope came the replay."
> >>
> >> Knowing the nature of the guests that were attending the party, one of
the
> >> Doorman said, "Wait here Sir, I'll be right back with my Master and
we'll
> >be
> >> able to help you then." Vladamere watched him depart in frustration and
> >> returned his gaze on the stranger. Something about his attitude spelled
> >> trouble, and his years as a Detective (a concept he could not fully
> >> comprehend) was warning him.
> >
> >Misha appeared at his side a minute later. "Are you alright, Vlademere?"
>
> see this new arrival. She stands behind Misha and examines Vlademere
> curiously, noting his strange aura and waiting for him to speak.
>
Vladamere Dametri slips to the floor to weather the pain. Now as he looks up
at Mishra, he sees Irina for the first time. Ignoring his pain he croaks,
"<Old Romanain> Get back please, I don't want to hurt anyone by accident. I
will be alright. Just give me a minute. Why does nobody understand me?" he
asks confused.
> >> > Drone Five
> >> Vladamere Dametri
> >Misha Young
> >Toreador
> Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
Vladamere Dametri
Matt Griffiths
Misha turns to Irina. "I can't make it out," he says, "but it sounds like
some sort of Eastern European dialect, possibly Romanian. Do you understand
him?"
> Vladamere Dametri
--
Misha Young
Toreador Vocalist
--
Matt
Vladamere Dametri
> backwards - still facing the club - to let the shadows devour him once
> more. But with his preternatural sight, Vladamere can still just make
> out the faint outline of his form on the periphery of his vision. The
> figure returns to his motionless state just beyond the threshold of
> conventional eyes.
>
floor. Unable even to inform those near him of the presence of this lurker.
> [OOC: Can You Read His Aura? Presuming your sight is able to pierce
> the darkness to him, this latest 'guest' has a pale, dark blue aura
> flecked with a myriad of sparkles.]
>
[Alas, no. His is Aura Impaired. :-)]
> > Vladamere Dametri
>
> Drone Five
> The Fell Legion
Vladamere Dametri
Irina Zantosa-Bathory
>> >
>> > Irina having left Jane in the company of werewolves followed Misha to
>> > see this new arrival. She stands behind Misha and examines Vlademere
>> > curiously, noting his strange aura and waiting for him to speak.
>> >
>> After warning Misha back and witnessing the transformation taking place,
>> Vladamere Dametri slips to the floor to weather the pain. Now as he looks
>up
>> at Mishra, he sees Irina for the first time. Ignoring his pain he croaks,
>> "<Old Romanain> Get back please, I don't want to hurt anyone by accident.
>I
>> will be alright. Just give me a minute. Why does nobody understand me?" he
>> asks confused.
>
>Misha turns to Irina. "I can't make it out," he says, "but it sounds like
>some sort of Eastern European dialect, possibly Romanian. Do you understand
>him?"
>
to keep away. I'm afraid my Romanian is limited and rusty. I'll try
Magyar, he may know that as they are neighbouring countries."
"Who is he anyway."
To Vlademere.<Old Magyar>
"What is wrong? Can I help you?"
>> Vladamere Dametri
>--
>Misha Young
>Toreador Vocalist
>--
>Matt
>
>
Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
Geoff
> > backwards - still facing the club - to let the shadows devour him
once
> > more. But with his preternatural sight, Vladamere can still just
make
> > out the faint outline of his form on the periphery of his vision.
The
> > figure returns to his motionless state just beyond the threshold
of
> > conventional eyes.
>
> Vladamere Dametri overcome with pain from his transformation sinks
to the
> floor. Unable even to inform those near him of the presence of this
lurker.
Silently, at the very far ends of the street and out of range of the
Picture House security cameras, two sleek, black limousines slowly
pull up, cutting off the road exits. As they come to halt, a large,
black van reverses up behind the limo to the right of the entrance
doors.
Responding to Vladamere's plight, the leather clad figure slides out
from the shadows once more, his attention still focused on the front
of the building.
On the other side of the Picture House, three more shaven-headed
figures surreptitiously approach the rear of the building. They are of
a more sizeable build, and wear plain black trenchcoats, jeans,
T-shirts and shades. There is the faint glint of moonlight from
leather straps concealed beneath their coats. At some unspoken
command, all three take a small run-up and leap silently through the
air, reaching the rooftop in a single, inhuman bound. The footfall of
their heavy combat boots is lessened to a muffled 'thud' as they all
crouch into the impact. Then, in unison, they slowly rise back to
their full height.
> Vladamere Dametri
Matt Griffiths
Irina Zantosa-Bathory <ke...@kpople.demon.co.uk> wrote in message
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"A VIP called Vlademere. He's a guest of Charmaine's. If he's important to
Charmaine, he's important to me."
Matt Griffiths
Geoff <ge...@pigou.freeserve.co.uk> wrote in message
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Kieran sat on a sofa with a young girl. The table in front of them was bare
except for a small mirror, dusted with cocaine, and a small straw next to
it. He bit into her wrist with a slight crunch as his teeth pierced the
collagen of the artery, and the girl sighed. He only drank a little blood
from her now, but he would take more later.
Through his now swimming head, he heard the thud even above the music
drifting from downstairs. Moving out of the room, he looked up the short
flight of stairs to the fire escape on the roof, then thought better of
going to investigate. He knew that this was a task for someone of a more
professional bent.
> > Vladamere Dametri
>
> The Fell Legion
> http://www.pigou.freeserve.co.uk/RedCity/
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--
Kieran Sheffield
Toreador
--
Matt
Irina Zantosa-Bathory
>accident.
>> >I
>> >> will be alright. Just give me a minute. Why does nobody understand me?"
>he
>> >> asks confused.
>> >
>> >Misha turns to Irina. "I can't make it out," he says, "but it sounds like
>> >some sort of Eastern European dialect, possibly Romanian. Do you
>understand
>> >him?"
>> >
>> "Yes, a little, it's Romanian, but _very_ old. I think he is telling us
>> to keep away. I'm afraid my Romanian is limited and rusty. I'll try
>> Magyar, he may know that as they are neighbouring countries."
>> "Who is he anyway."
>
>"A VIP called Vlademere. He's a guest of Charmaine's. If he's important to
>Charmaine, he's important to me."
>
understand him? Wher is she anyway we could do with her help here."
>> To Vlademere.<Old Magyar>
>> "What is wrong? Can I help you?"
>>
>>
>> >> Vladamere Dametri
>--
>Misha Young
>Toreador Vocalist
>--
>Matt
>
>> Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
>>
>
>
Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
Vladamere Dametri
> > >> >
> > >> > Irina having left Jane in the company of werewolves followed Misha
to
> > >> > see this new arrival. She stands behind Misha and examines
Vlademere
> > >> > curiously, noting his strange aura and waiting for him to speak.
> > >> >
> > >> After warning Misha back and witnessing the transformation taking
> place,
> > >> Vladamere Dametri slips to the floor to weather the pain. Now as he
> looks
> > >up
> > >> at Mishra, he sees Irina for the first time. Ignoring his pain he
> croaks,
> accident.
> > >I
> > >> will be alright. Just give me a minute. Why does nobody understand
me?"
> he
> > >> asks confused.
> > >
> > >Misha turns to Irina. "I can't make it out," he says, "but it sounds
like
> > >some sort of Eastern European dialect, possibly Romanian. Do you
> understand
> > >him?"
> > >
> > "Yes, a little, it's Romanian, but _very_ old. I think he is telling us
> > to keep away. I'm afraid my Romanian is limited and rusty. I'll try
> > Magyar, he may know that as they are neighbouring countries."
> > "Who is he anyway."
>
> "A VIP called Vlademere. He's a guest of Charmaine's. If he's important to
> Charmaine, he's important to me."
>
> > "What is wrong? Can I help you?"
> >
says, "<Old Romanian> Greetings. I am Vladamere Dametri. You speak Magyar,
are you from the Seven Tribes? Your people are cunning and worthy warriers
who share our hatred of the Tremere and the Yoke of Rome. They shall never
concure the Land of the Danube, the River of Life. I remember your leader
Arpad. His campain against the Franks and the Kingdom States of Italy. With
the support of my Sire/Regnant, Vlad Tepe we brought the war to our enemies
at last.
So much has changed my sister. I have changed, yet I am still the same. You
and your friend must not touch me. I seem to have no mastery over the
process, other than to let it run its coarse. Your concern is a welcome
releif. I did not know the kind of welcome I would receive in this place. I
am not even certain why I came, but I had a feeling I was needed here."
Turning to view the figure watching from the shadows. "Some one or some
thing is watching this Moot. You must be on your guard." warns Vladamere
Dametri. Slowly starting to rise to his feet he asks, "If you have Vitea I
might use to restore my strength, it would be welcomed. Part of me refuses
to drink from the vessels I have encountered. My touch leaves the Kine
disfigured. I must seek other sources of Vitea until I learn control or the
effect ends."
> >
> > >> Vladamere Dametri
> Misha Young
> Toreador Vocalist
> > Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
Vladamere Dametri
Vladamere Dametri
to the individuals outside. Although he does not recognize them, or their
equipment, he knows an assault force when he sees one. Turning to Irina,
"<Old Romanian> We must move to safety. Tell the Doormen to secure this
entrance and sound the alarm bell. You have unwanted guests." Though his
legs felt like rubber and each step was like walking across a bed of nails,
Vladamere Dametri followed the Ladies into the ballroom.
> > Vladamere Dametri
>
> The Fell Legion
Vladamere Dametri
Matt Griffiths
Just like to mention, Misha is a male name, so he's only following one Lady
and one Gentleman : )
Geoff
> figures surreptitiously approach the rear of the building. They are
of
> a more sizeable build, and wear plain black trenchcoats, jeans,
> T-shirts and shades. There is the faint glint of moonlight from
> leather straps concealed beneath their coats. At some unspoken
> command, all three take a small run-up and leap silently through the
> air, reaching the rooftop in a single, inhuman bound. The footfall
of
> their heavy combat boots is lessened to a muffled 'thud' as they all
> crouch into the impact. Then, in unison, they slowly rise back to
> their full height.
In one co-ordinated movement, all three pulled their right hands back
for a punch, and pounded fist-sized holes in the roof with a single
strike. Then, in a combined effort, they slam their right combat boots
down on the area between the holes. The roof section splinters and
falls through to the floor below.
Geoff
actions
> to the individuals outside. Although he does not recognize them, or
their
> equipment, he knows an assault force when he sees one. Turning to
Irina,
> "<Old Romanian> We must move to safety. Tell the Doormen to secure
this
> entrance and sound the alarm bell. You have unwanted guests." Though
his
> legs felt like rubber and each step was like walking across a bed of
nails,
> Vladamere Dametri followed the Ladies into the ballroom.
As the group disappear into the club, the single figure on the kerb
reaches with both hands, under his trenchcoat, behind his back, and
produces two ivory handled SIG-Sauer P220's. Straightening his arms
once more, he brings them to rest, pointing down at the floor.
> Vladamere Dametri
Geoff
was bare
> except for a small mirror, dusted with cocaine, and a small straw
next to
> it. He bit into her wrist with a slight crunch as his teeth pierced
the
> collagen of the artery, and the girl sighed. He only drank a little
blood
> from her now, but he would take more later.
>
> Through his now swimming head, he heard the thud even above the
music
> drifting from downstairs. Moving out of the room, he looked up the
short
> flight of stairs to the fire escape on the roof, then thought better
of
> going to investigate. He knew that this was a task for someone of a
more
> professional bent.
As he Kieran turns his back on the stairwell, three more crashes can
be heard in quick succession. The first two are brief, muffled cracks,
the last sounds like falling debris.
> Kieran Sheffield
> Toreador
Matt Griffiths
> > Kieran sat on a sofa with a young girl. The table in front of them
> was bare
> > except for a small mirror, dusted with cocaine, and a small straw
> next to
> > it. He bit into her wrist with a slight crunch as his teeth pierced
> the
> > collagen of the artery, and the girl sighed. He only drank a little
> blood
> > from her now, but he would take more later.
> >
> > Through his now swimming head, he heard the thud even above the
> music
> > drifting from downstairs. Moving out of the room, he looked up the
> short
> > flight of stairs to the fire escape on the roof, then thought better
> of
> > going to investigate. He knew that this was a task for someone of a
> more
> > professional bent.
>
> As he Kieran turns his back on the stairwell, three more crashes can
> be heard in quick succession. The first two are brief, muffled cracks,
> the last sounds like falling debris.
>
Kieran whirled around to find the source of the noise, but could see
nothing. He realised, though, that this sound meant trouble. His
cocaine-boosted reflexes ensured that he made it down the stairs in record
time. He looked around frantically for Misha.
Irina Zantosa-Bathory
>> > >
>> > >Misha turns to Irina. "I can't make it out," he says, "but it sounds
>like
>> > >some sort of Eastern European dialect, possibly Romanian. Do you
>> understand
>> > >him?"
>> > >
>> > "Yes, a little, it's Romanian, but _very_ old. I think he is telling us
>> > to keep away. I'm afraid my Romanian is limited and rusty. I'll try
>> > Magyar, he may know that as they are neighbouring countries."
>> > "Who is he anyway."
>>
>> "A VIP called Vlademere. He's a guest of Charmaine's. If he's important to
>> Charmaine, he's important to me."
>>
>> > To Vlademere.<Old Magyar>
>> > "What is wrong? Can I help you?"
>> >
>Vladamere Dametri looks from Misha to Irina and as the way of pain subsides
>says, "<Old Romanian> Greetings. I am Vladamere Dametri. You speak Magyar,
>are you from the Seven Tribes? Your people are cunning and worthy warriers
>who share our hatred of the Tremere and the Yoke of Rome. They shall never
>concure the Land of the Danube, the River of Life. I remember your leader
>Arpad. His campain against the Franks and the Kingdom States of Italy. With
>the support of my Sire/Regnant, Vlad Tepe we brought the war to our enemies
>at last.
>
talking to him? And this fellow is a child of Tepes? Wonderful!"
<Magyar>
"Yes I am a Magyar, although my father was half Saxon, these events were
long ago, much has changed."
>So much has changed my sister. I have changed, yet I am still the same. You
>and your friend must not touch me. I seem to have no mastery over the
>process, other than to let it run its coarse. Your concern is a welcome
>releif. I did not know the kind of welcome I would receive in this place. I
>am not even certain why I came, but I had a feeling I was needed here."
>
<Old Romanian, but with atrocious grammar. :-)>
"You have a friend here Vladamere, a very dear friend. She is very
worried about you. Come with us and we will take you to her."
>Turning to view the figure watching from the shadows. "Some one or some
>thing is watching this Moot. You must be on your guard." warns Vladamere
>Dametri. Slowly starting to rise to his feet he asks, "If you have Vitea I
>might use to restore my strength, it would be welcomed. Part of me refuses
>to drink from the vessels I have encountered. My touch leaves the Kine
>disfigured. I must seek other sources of Vitea until I learn control or the
>effect ends."
>
<Old Romanian/ Old Magyar>
"Follow us."
<English>
"Hey Misha is there any bloodwine about, it seems our new friend is
thirsty."
Irina turns to lead Vladamere back into the club, surreptitiously hiding
her Tremere emblem.
>> >
>> > >> Vladamere Dametri
>> Misha Young
>> Toreador Vocalist
>> > Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
>Vladamere Dametri
>
>
>
Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
Irina Zantosa-Bathory
>>
>> On the other side of the Picture House, three more shaven-headed
>> figures surreptitiously approach the rear of the building. They are of
>> a more sizeable build, and wear plain black trenchcoats, jeans,
>> T-shirts and shades. There is the faint glint of moonlight from
>> leather straps concealed beneath their coats. At some unspoken
>> command, all three take a small run-up and leap silently through the
>> air, reaching the rooftop in a single, inhuman bound. The footfall of
>> their heavy combat boots is lessened to a muffled 'thud' as they all
>> crouch into the impact. Then, in unison, they slowly rise back to
>> their full height.
>>
>to the individuals outside. Although he does not recognize them, or their
>equipment, he knows an assault force when he sees one. Turning to Irina,
>"<Old Romanian> We must move to safety. Tell the Doormen to secure this
>entrance and sound the alarm bell. You have unwanted guests." Though his
>legs felt like rubber and each step was like walking across a bed of nails,
>Vladamere Dametri followed the Ladies into the ballroom.
>
his ear.
"Wonderful! So much for a few quiet introductions. Misha our friend says
that there are some enemies outside, I suggest you call security."
Despite her seeming annoyance she smiles and there is a slight purpose
to her stride as she returns within.
>> > Vladamere Dametri
>>
>> The Fell Legion
>Vladamere Dametri
>
>
>
Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
Paul E Kiefer Jr
<ge...@pigou.freeserve.co.uk> writes:
>> On the other side of the Picture House, three more shaven-headed
>> figures surreptitiously approach the rear of the building. They are
>of
>> a more sizeable build, and wear plain black trenchcoats, jeans,
>> T-shirts and shades. There is the faint glint of moonlight from
>> leather straps concealed beneath their coats. At some unspoken
>> command, all three take a small run-up and leap silently through the
>> air, reaching the rooftop in a single, inhuman bound. The footfall
>of
>> their heavy combat boots is lessened to a muffled 'thud' as they all
>> crouch into the impact. Then, in unison, they slowly rise back to
>> their full height.
>
>In one co-ordinated movement, all three pulled their right hands back
>for a punch, and pounded fist-sized holes in the roof with a single
>strike. Then, in a combined effort, they slam their right combat boots
>down on the area between the holes. The roof section splinters and
>falls through to the floor below.
>
The sound of the destruction above reached Nick's ears. He looked up as the
noise continued. /Shit! They're here!/ Nick had no choice but to yell above
the din of the music. "MISHA! GET EVERBODY OUT NOW! KANE! GET YER BUTT
GOIN'!
Nick Barton
Matt Griffiths
> <Snip>
> >>
> >> On the other side of the Picture House, three more shaven-headed
> >> figures surreptitiously approach the rear of the building. They are of
> >> a more sizeable build, and wear plain black trenchcoats, jeans,
> >> T-shirts and shades. There is the faint glint of moonlight from
> >> leather straps concealed beneath their coats. At some unspoken
> >> command, all three take a small run-up and leap silently through the
> >> air, reaching the rooftop in a single, inhuman bound. The footfall of
> >> their heavy combat boots is lessened to a muffled 'thud' as they all
> >> crouch into the impact. Then, in unison, they slowly rise back to
> >> their full height.
> >>
actions
> >to the individuals outside. Although he does not recognize them, or their
> >equipment, he knows an assault force when he sees one. Turning to Irina,
> >"<Old Romanian> We must move to safety. Tell the Doormen to secure this
> >entrance and sound the alarm bell. You have unwanted guests." Though his
> >legs felt like rubber and each step was like walking across a bed of
nails,
> >Vladamere Dametri followed the Ladies into the ballroom.
> >
> Irina puts her arm around Misha and pulls him close enough to whisper in
> his ear.
> "Wonderful! So much for a few quiet introductions. Misha our friend says
> that there are some enemies outside, I suggest you call security."
> Despite her seeming annoyance she smiles and there is a slight purpose
> to her stride as she returns within.
Misha snakes his arm around her, too. "Okay, I'll try to find Corinna," he
said through a smile, trying to maintain an image of fun to the Kindred
partiers.
Nick had no choice but to yell above the din of the music. "MISHA! GET
EVERBODY OUT NOW! KANE! GET YER BUTT GOIN'!"
Misha heard the cry just as Kieran barrelled down the stairs. "Misha!
There's someone trying to get in from upstairs!" He started moving then,
attempting to pull Irina inside the club.
VanDam
like
> >> >some sort of Eastern European dialect, possibly Romanian. Do you
> >understand
> >> >him?"
> >> >
> >> "Yes, a little, it's Romanian, but _very_ old. I think he is telling us
> >> to keep away. I'm afraid my Romanian is limited and rusty. I'll try
> >> Magyar, he may know that as they are neighbouring countries."
> >> "Who is he anyway."
> >
> >"A VIP called Vlademere. He's a guest of Charmaine's. If he's important
to
> >Charmaine, he's important to me."
> >
> understand him? Wher is she anyway we could do with her help here."
>
onto the the years of struggle that occured after the identity that was
Dametri went into torpor within this body. The mind Vladamere for the first
time was able to dominate the body and guide it's conscious actions. Always
the fear that the Dametri's mind would re-awaken and drive the Vladamere
mind out, Vladamere developed mental diciplines to wall away the thoughts
his sleeping partner. Vladamere Dametri were named by their Sire Vlad Tepe,
Vlad Dame. When Vladamere freed himself from Dametri's control he renamed
himself VanDam. A bastardization of the name as spoken by the many mortals
who hunted him.
Since he rose from his torpor, Vladamere Dametri had come to think of
himself as "Vladamere Dametri", two minds becoming one. Now it dawned on him
the the Cainite of this place know him as "VanDam". A name he has been
calling himself for more than 500 years. Turning to Irina he said, "<Old
Romanian> Irina, I am and I am not the Cainite known as VanDam. For the past
few days, I have been thinking of myself as 'Vladamere Dametri', but if you
do not mind, I would like to be called 'VanDam' from this moment on. Thank
you Irina for helping me understand who I am. Now if I can just get some
Vitea into me, I shall feel much better I am certain. What ever is happening
to me, requires a lot of Vitea."
> >> >> Vladamere Dametri
> >Misha Young
> >Toreador Vocalist
> >> Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
> Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
VanDam
(Formally known as Vladamere Dametri; Formally known as Vlad Dame; Formally
known as Det. VanDam, CPD [I wonder if I still have a job after this long in
torpor?])
VanDam
Lady
> and one Gentleman : )
Sorry about that, I missed his introduction and Misha sounded feminine. I
will correct that error in future posts.
JP
Irina Zantosa-Bathory
>> >> >> Vladamere Dametri
>> >Misha Young
>> >Toreador Vocalist
>> >> Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
>> Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
>VanDam
>(Formally known as Vladamere Dametri; Formally known as Vlad Dame; Formally
>known as Det. VanDam, CPD [I wonder if I still have a job after this long in
>torpor?])
>
>
>
Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
Irina Zantosa-Bathory
>> Irina puts her arm around Misha and pulls him close enough to whisper in
>> his ear.
>> "Wonderful! So much for a few quiet introductions. Misha our friend says
>> that there are some enemies outside, I suggest you call security."
>> Despite her seeming annoyance she smiles and there is a slight purpose
>> to her stride as she returns within.
>
>Misha snakes his arm around her, too. "Okay, I'll try to find Corinna," he
>said through a smile, trying to maintain an image of fun to the Kindred
>partiers.
>
>Nick had no choice but to yell above the din of the music. "MISHA! GET
>EVERBODY OUT NOW! KANE! GET YER BUTT GOIN'!"
>
>Misha heard the cry just as Kieran barrelled down the stairs. "Misha!
>There's someone trying to get in from upstairs!" He started moving then,
>attempting to pull Irina inside the club.
>
"OK OK I'm coming!" She snarls pushing him away. "Lets see just who
these diznok think they are."
She goes to crouch on a stairway.
>
>> >> > Vladamere Dametri
>> >>
>> >> The Fell Legion
>> >Vladamere Dametri
>> >
>> >
>> >
>>
>> Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
>>
>
>
Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
Geoff
back
> >for a punch, and pounded fist-sized holes in the roof with a single
> >strike. Then, in a combined effort, they slam their right combat
boots
> >down on the area between the holes. The roof section splinters and
> >falls through to the floor below.
>
> The sound of the destruction above reached Nick's ears. He looked
up as the
yell above
> the din of the music. "MISHA! GET EVERBODY OUT NOW! KANE! GET
YER BUTT
> GOIN'!
"I don't have to be told twice, Mr. Barton! Good luck, everyone, "
Kane said, turning away. "Very, very good luck..." Then he broke into
a run that snowballed into a dash before his movements became so
inhumanly fast he left nought but a vision stain in his wake. Of all
the Kindred in the Picture House, Kane was the first to leave.
> Nick Barton
The Stranger
SFryar
<ke...@kpople.demon.co.uk> writes:
(OOC: Cut n' paste time...)
<snipt from an earlier post...>
>Over the last millenium, each time Vlad Dame walled off one of Dametri's
>memories, he forged a bridge between the minds using his latent Vicissitude.
>A bridge that now both Vladamere and Dametri had discovered they can cross.
>A bridge so well built that now that Dametri is conscious, neither identity
>can be distinguished from the other.
>
>Now the final stage of that transformation is underway. The rebirth of
>VanDam.
>
>Vladamere Dametri slips down the wall to the floor, his aura swirling with
>colour in his pain. His hand withdrawn back into his robes, only the glowing
>of his eyes on Misha is evidence he is still aware.
>>> >> "<Old Romanain> Get back please, I don't want to hurt anyone by
>>accident.
>>> >I
>>> >> will be alright. Just give me a minute. Why does nobody understand me?"
>>he
>>> >> asks confused.
>>> >
>>> >Misha turns to Irina. "I can't make it out," he says, "but it sounds like
>>> >some sort of Eastern European dialect, possibly Romanian. Do you
>>understand
>>> >him?"
>>> >
>>> "Yes, a little, it's Romanian, but _very_ old. I think he is telling us
>>> to keep away. I'm afraid my Romanian is limited and rusty. I'll try
>>> Magyar, he may know that as they are neighbouring countries."
>>> "Who is he anyway."
>>
>>"A VIP called Vlademere. He's a guest of Charmaine's. If he's important to
>>Charmaine, he's important to me."
>>
>"Vladamere? Are you sure you don't mean VanDam? Does Charmaine
>understand him? Wher is she anyway we could do with her help here."
As Charmaine looked around the room, she could see a brilliant aura coming from
the entrance. When she saw it, she knew immediately that it was VanDam, and
something was happening to him.
She ran toward the entrance, with Micki following closely behind her, calling
out, "<Old Romanian> Vladamere! VLADAMERE! I'm on my way!"
>>> To Vlademere.<Old Magyar>
>>> "What is wrong? Can I help you?"
>>> >> Vladamere Dametri
>>--
>>Misha Young
>>Toreador Vocalist
>>--
>>Matt
>>
>>> Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
>>>
>>
>>
>
>Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
Charmaine
Irina Zantosa-Bathory
<sfr...@aol.com> writes
shoulder to see the two women heading towards her. She smiled relieved
if the lady in blue was Charmaine perhaps she could help VanDam, who the
lady in the Emma Peel getup was though was anybody's guess.
She turns back to VanDam.
>>>> To Vlademere.<Old Magyar>
>>>> "What is wrong? Can I help you?"
>
>>>> >> Vladamere Dametri
>>>--
>>>Misha Young
>>>Toreador Vocalist
>>>--
>>>Matt
>>>
>>>> Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
>>>>
>>>
>>>
>>
>>Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
>
>Charmaine
Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
VanDam
> <Snip>
> >> > >
> >> > >Misha turns to Irina. "I can't make it out," he says, "but it sounds
> >like
> >> > >some sort of Eastern European dialect, possibly Romanian. Do you
> >> understand
> >> > >him?"
> >> > >
> >> > "Yes, a little, it's Romanian, but _very_ old. I think he is telling
us
> >> > to keep away. I'm afraid my Romanian is limited and rusty. I'll try
> >> > Magyar, he may know that as they are neighbouring countries."
> >> > "Who is he anyway."
> >>
> >> "A VIP called Vlademere. He's a guest of Charmaine's. If he's important
to
> >> Charmaine, he's important to me."
> >>
> >> > "What is wrong? Can I help you?"
> >> >
subsides
> >says, "<Old Romanian> Greetings. I am Vladamere Dametri. You speak
Magyar,
> >are you from the Seven Tribes? Your people are cunning and worthy
warriers
> >who share our hatred of the Tremere and the Yoke of Rome. They shall
never
> >concure the Land of the Danube, the River of Life. I remember your leader
> >Arpad. His campain against the Franks and the Kingdom States of Italy.
With
> >the support of my Sire/Regnant, Vlad Tepe we brought the war to our
enemies
> >at last.
> >
> <English> "Hatred of the Tremere? Perhaps I'm not the best person to be
> talking to him? And this fellow is a child of Tepes? Wonderful!"
> <Magyar>
> "Yes I am a Magyar, although my father was half Saxon, these events were
> long ago, much has changed."
>
guessed." <aura flashes with humor, then returns to the colour intense pain>
> >So much has changed my sister. I have changed, yet I am still the same.
You
> >and your friend must not touch me. I seem to have no mastery over the
> >process, other than to let it run its coarse. Your concern is a welcome
> >releif. I did not know the kind of welcome I would receive in this place.
I
> >am not even certain why I came, but I had a feeling I was needed here."
> >
> <Old Romanian, but with atrocious grammar. :-)>
> "You have a friend here Vladamere, a very dear friend. She is very
> worried about you. Come with us and we will take you to her."
>
The image of Charamine washes away the pain for a moment.
> >Turning to view the figure watching from the shadows. "Some one or some
> >thing is watching this Moot. You must be on your guard." warns Vladamere
> >Dametri. Slowly starting to rise to his feet he asks, "If you have Vitea
I
> >might use to restore my strength, it would be welcomed. Part of me
refuses
> >to drink from the vessels I have encountered. My touch leaves the Kine
> >disfigured. I must seek other sources of Vitea until I learn control or
the
> >effect ends."
> >
> <Old Romanian/ Old Magyar>
> "Follow us."
"<Old Romanian> Right behind you Ladies"
> <English>
> "Hey Misha is there any bloodwine about, it seems our new friend is
> thirsty."
> Irina turns to lead Vladamere back into the club, surreptitiously hiding
> her Tremere emblem.
> >> >
> >> > >> Vladamere Dametri
> >> Misha Young
> >> Toreador Vocalist
> >> > Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
> >Vladamere Dametri
> Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
VanDam
VanDam
> >>"Vladamere? Are you sure you don't mean VanDam? Does Charmaine
> >>understand him? Where is she anyway we could do with her help here."
> >
> >As Charmaine looked around the room, she could see a brilliant aura
coming from
> >the entrance. When she saw it, she knew immediately that it was VanDam,
and
> >something was happening to him.
> >
> >She ran toward the entrance, with Micki following closely behind her,
calling
> >out, "<Old Romanian> Vladamere! VLADAMERE! I'm on my way!"
> >
> Hearing yet another voice speaking Old Romanian Irina glanced over her
> shoulder to see the two women heading towards her. She smiled relieved
> if the lady in blue was Charmaine perhaps she could help VanDam, who the
> lady in the Emma Peel getup was though was anybody's guess.
>
> She turns back to VanDam.
>
As VanDam struggles to hurry into the ballroom, a hail of bullets sprays the
foyey he, Misha and Irina just exited. Then the doors burst open and all
hell breaks loose. The just reach the refreshment stand as Charmaine reaches
his side. As the gunmen open up, there is no time left to reach an exit to
safety with his pain wracked body, no chance of Celerity or shape change on
so little Blood. All that remained is scooping a couple of bottles of
bloodwine off the table, tipping the heavy oak table on its side and sliding
behind it as the first wave of bullets digs deeply into the wood.
Cracking open the first bottle, and tilting his head back to take a deep
drink of the blood wine, his hood falls back revealing the swollen, jelly
like lump his head has become. As the first bottle empties and he unstops
the second, VanDam says "<Old Romanian> Just like old times," and laughts a
hideous sound.
By the end of the second bottle his he throws back his head and screams in
agony as jelled flesh pulls tight against his skull and facial features
reform. The convulsions continue as jelled flesh ripples and reforms down
his neck and under the collar of his black cloak. His hands, feet and head,
beet against the floor, in rythem with the automatic weapon fire.
> >>>Misha Young
> >>Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
> >Charmaine
> Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
VanDam
Irina Zantosa-Bathory
>> >As Charmaine looked around the room, she could see a brilliant aura
>coming from
>> >the entrance. When she saw it, she knew immediately that it was VanDam,
>and
>> >something was happening to him.
>> >
>> >She ran toward the entrance, with Micki following closely behind her,
>calling
>> >out, "<Old Romanian> Vladamere! VLADAMERE! I'm on my way!"
>> >
>> Hearing yet another voice speaking Old Romanian Irina glanced over her
>> shoulder to see the two women heading towards her. She smiled relieved
>> if the lady in blue was Charmaine perhaps she could help VanDam, who the
>> lady in the Emma Peel getup was though was anybody's guess.
>>
>> She turns back to VanDam.
>>
>As VanDam struggles to hurry into the ballroom, a hail of bullets sprays the
>foyey he, Misha and Irina just exited. Then the doors burst open and all
>hell breaks loose. The just reach the refreshment stand as Charmaine reaches
>his side. As the gunmen open up, there is no time left to reach an exit to
>safety with his pain wracked body, no chance of Celerity or shape change on
>so little Blood. All that remained is scooping a couple of bottles of
>bloodwine off the table, tipping the heavy oak table on its side and sliding
>behind it as the first wave of bullets digs deeply into the wood.
>
back to see what has happened to VanDam.
>Cracking open the first bottle, and tilting his head back to take a deep
>drink of the blood wine, his hood falls back revealing the swollen, jelly
>like lump his head has become. As the first bottle empties and he unstops
>the second, VanDam says "<Old Romanian> Just like old times," and laughts a
>hideous sound.
>
Irina stares and mutters to herself. "I have definitely got to get a way
of controlling Vicissitude."
Then she turns her attention back to the attackers.
>By the end of the second bottle his he throws back his head and screams in
>agony as jelled flesh pulls tight against his skull and facial features
>reform. The convulsions continue as jelled flesh ripples and reforms down
>his neck and under the collar of his black cloak. His hands, feet and head,
>beet against the floor, in rythem with the automatic weapon fire.
>
Having dropped the table on a stray Blood Brother she returns her
attention to VanDam keeping an eye on the convulsing kindred and hoping
that Charmaine can get to him. Then hoping more urgently that she is all
right.
>> >>>Misha Young
>> >>Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
>> >Charmaine
>> Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
>VanDam
>
>
Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
SFryar
writes:
><snip>
>
>> >>"Vladamere? Are you sure you don't mean VanDam? Does Charmaine
>> >>understand him? Where is she anyway we could do with her help here."
>> >
>> >As Charmaine looked around the room, she could see a brilliant aura
>coming from
>> >the entrance. When she saw it, she knew immediately that it was VanDam,
>and
>> >something was happening to him.
>> >
>> >She ran toward the entrance, with Micki following closely behind her,
>calling
>> >out, "<Old Romanian> Vladamere! VLADAMERE! I'm on my way!"
>> >
>> Hearing yet another voice speaking Old Romanian Irina glanced over her
>> shoulder to see the two women heading towards her. She smiled relieved
>> if the lady in blue was Charmaine perhaps she could help VanDam, who the
>> lady in the Emma Peel getup was though was anybody's guess.
>>
>> She turns back to VanDam.
"<Old Romanian> Vladamere! We're in terrible danger! We're under attack!"
Charmaine cried out as she and Micki rushed toward him. "Help us!"
>As VanDam struggles to hurry into the ballroom, a hail of bullets sprays the
>foyey he, Misha and Irina just exited. Then the doors burst open and all
>hell breaks loose. The just reach the refreshment stand as Charmaine reaches
>his side. As the gunmen open up, there is no time left to reach an exit to
>safety with his pain wracked body, no chance of Celerity or shape change on
>so little Blood. All that remained is scooping a couple of bottles of
>bloodwine off the table, tipping the heavy oak table on its side and sliding
>behind it as the first wave of bullets digs deeply into the wood.
"Let's get the fuck outta Dodge, people! Now!" Micki shouted to Charmaine and
Vladamere as they dropped behind a nearby table.
>Cracking open the first bottle, and tilting his head back to take a deep
>drink of the blood wine, his hood falls back revealing the swollen, jelly
>like lump his head has become. As the first bottle empties and he unstops
>the second, VanDam says "<Old Romanian> Just like old times," and laughts a
>hideous sound.
Charmaine knelt next to Vladamere, not speaking, but watching him intently as
she observed the changes that were going on within him.
*I knew it.... I knew it...* Charmaine thought to herself as she watched
Vladamere change before her eyes. *He's two different people... I could see it
in his aura!*
>By the end of the second bottle his he throws back his head and screams in
>agony as jelled flesh pulls tight against his skull and facial features
>reform. The convulsions continue as jelled flesh ripples and reforms down
>his neck and under the collar of his black cloak. His hands, feet and head,
>beet against the floor, in rythem with the automatic weapon fire.
"Charmaine... Why is it wherever you go, trouble seems to follow you?" Micki
asked her as the bullets flew through the air, and she took a wary glance at
VanDam's transformation. "First, it was the wake in Copenhagen, then the grand
opening of the Cafe', then the fashion show in Toronto, and then the funeral in
Austin... and now, this. Are you a magnet for trouble?"
"No, Micki..." Charmaine said with a faint chuckle. "You should know by now
that we Kindred can never have a _normal_ social gathering." She turned back to
Vladamere and said, "<Old Romanian> Vladamere... you were a warrior once... You
tried to protect me from the evil one once, and you thought that you
failed...You've been given another chance to protect me, Vladamere. I know
that you can do it."
>
>> >>>Misha Young
>> >>Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
>> >Charmaine
>> Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
>VanDam
Charmaine and Micki
SFryar
writes:
As Charmaine and Micki came toward Vladamere, she spoke to him, "<Old Romanian>
Are you all right, Vladamere? Let's get you to a safe place quickly. There's
danger here and you could be harmed."
>> >> > >> Vladamere Dametri
>> >> Misha Young
>> >> Toreador Vocalist
>> >> > Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
>> >Vladamere Dametri
>> Irina Szantovitch-Bathory
>VanDam
Charmaine