Vampire - The Masquerade: The Final Nights--IC Thread
This is a temporary IC thread made to keep interest for this game alive until the ST comes back. If the ST do not come back this temporary IC thread will become permanent. Now the original ST wanted to make two IC threads but I have bad experience with that just ending up as a mess, so for this we will be using one thread, please do however mark the top of your post with which city and character you are posting as, just to make the thread easier to follow. Any questions can be sent to me on PM or posted in the OOC thread which I will post a link to bellow. If you feel like making a character and joining the game please have allot at the OOC and post your character there.
Welcome to the World of Darkness.
The final nights are here, Gehenna is approaching and soon the streets will run red with Kindred blood. Some vampires welcome the coming end, they see it as salvation for the monotony of their never ending lives, others cower in terror, yet others choose to ignore the signs and continue their unlives in blissful ignorance. On the 21 of December 2012 every Kindred great and small, young and old got the same message, modern Bujah saw it on their facebook pages, graceful Toreadors heard it over their telephones and ancient ones hiding in ruins forgotten by man saw it written in blood on ancient and moldy walls. "The Dark Father rises." The words where simple yet terrifying and if the emergence of the thin blooded and the countless other signs had not been enough this message screamed it to the hills, Gehenna is coming, the final nights are here!
The Camarilla have mostly ignored this message, perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of ignorance, they think it is an elaborate ruse and to be fair it could be, many supernaturals have it within their power to do such a thing. The Sabbat however is filled with both hope and dread over the mysterious message, perhaps finally they will claim their birthright, perhaps finally they will be a scourge across the land and in the end times they will claim power and glory and vanquish their enemies.
In the great and complex tapestry, the stage that is the Wold of Darkness there is two cities half a world apart, beautiful Paris in France and livery Miami in USA, for some reason these cities are linked and their destinies seam to be entwined, both will play an important role in the end times but none know what that role will be. You are Kindred, you may be Camarilla or Sabbat, you may believe in the end times or no, but out there the ancient ones are waking up and they are hungry for blood.
Miami was one of the more unusual cities out there when it came to Kindred population, the city was controlled by the Sabbat but during the fighting nearly 50 years ago which had won the Sabbat control the Masquerade had nearly been broken, eventually powerful Kindred on both sides had seen the danger, the two sects might dislike one another but if humanity found out about their existence then the end of Kindred kind would be near, to solve this problem both parties sat down and agreed to a ceasefire, the Sabbat would get the city core and the Camarilla the outlaying suburban areas and the sects would not get involved in one another's affairs, in addition hunting ground in the city itself would be shared equally between the two sects.
The unusual ceasefire had served the Kindred of both sides well and Miami was prosperous and a good place to spend ones nights, sure there where brawls at time and conflict but both side knew what was at stake, and both sides knew the other group was to powerful to eliminate without major causalities and risking the Masquerade so peace was held...until now.
Two nights ago the childe of the Sabbat Bishop went missing, his apartment showed sings of a struggle and thee was Kindred blood on the floor. Off course the Sabbat blames the Camarilla and the situation is tense, all out fighting might break out if young Jose Caadan is not found soon and those who where responsible for his kidnapping or murder punished. Will 50 years of peace end in a bloodshed? Will this be how the end times are brought to Miami's neon lighted streets? The disappearance of a neonate and the accusations that follow, or can the crisis be averted and peace be restored once more?
Fear coursed through her veins as she ran down the alleyway, tripping over the scattered litter and trashcans, running from the threat behind her.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed over her shoulder, then stopped. A dead end in front of her, and whatever it was was behind her. She closed her eyes, anticipating it's arrival. All she heard, however, were a series of wet noises, like a sword being dragged through flesh, then fire crackling and dying. She opened her eyes, and there was a man standing in front of her, standing over a skeleton surrounded by ash. She almost laughed, then spoke up.
"What was that?"
The man looked behind him, at her, and she noticed his eyes, his eyes as red as blood. His hair was covering it, but she could see them. He was one of them. She backed away, and so did he.
"You're safe," he said quietly, "I suggest you get out of the alleyways. These things seem to come here alot."
She nodded, and the man started walking off, down the alleyway towards the street. She made to follow him, but she stopped. He didn't want to be followed...
This man was a legend in Miami, but his name was not known. He was Kindred, that much was certain, but he seemed to hate the hand fate had dealt him. The story went like this; he was sired thirty years ago, by a Malkavian, no less, and left to die in the gutter as most Malkavian childer were. But instead of deny what he was, he accepted it, and guessed correctly. Didn't mean he was happy about it. Since his Embrace, this man had killed many members of every Sect, from the Camarilla to the Sabbat, the Giovanni Family to the Anarch Movement, none were left alone. He is wanted by many, but a rule spoken by a Kindred in passing has stuck in the minds of many.
If you see him, you are likely going to die again.
What no one seemed to know, however, was how he managed to avoid the Malkavian madness. In truth, he didn't, and it is his greatest asset. You see, the man's name is Artemis Mansfield, but the body he possesses has three minds. The first was the man on everyone's lips. The second was a man on every woman's mind. The third is a man no one has ever heard of, and that suits the other two's needs just well.
Artemis was wanted, that much he knew. Camarilla wanted his blood, Sabbat wanted his power. Everyone else just wanted him gone. If there was ever such a thing as a humam among vampires, he was it. Many in Miami were afraid of feeding now, at least from innocents. So begins the hunt for the mysterious Malkavian, protector of the kine, and enemy of his own brethren.
Bring him to justice, and Miami will be a safer place for all Kindred. Not that we're worried...
Ominous messages or no, unlife run as it always do in Paris with the cutthroat politics and intrigue of the Camarilla. The Conclave had been in the planning for two years and the city's Ventrue Prince was not about to let a prank message ruin his plans, in three nights every Kindred in Paris would be attending the grand conference hall of the Hotel du Collectionneur Arc de Triomphe. If all went well this would be a crowing achievement for the Prince and if it went poorly it would be social suicide, the powerful leader of the Paris Kindred would make damned sure the event went without a hitch.
All of Paris's Kindred population is gossiping about the upcoming Conclave, it will be a perfect opportunity to gain prestige, humiliate ones enemies and gain new alliances. Most of the city Kindred is looking forward to the event with great anticipation, but there are also those who meet in dark rooms and alleyways who is having different plans, some want to stop the Conclave to embarrass the Prince and perhaps knock him from his throne to claim power for themselves or their allies, others want to cause a scene to draw attention to their views. So dear Kindred, will you attend the Conclave, and what side are you on, the Prince's perhaps, or maybe you long for the freedom of the Anarchs or perhaps you serve no one but yourself, in either case this Conclave is both a danger and a tool for every child of the night that make beautiful Paris their home.
Sirens blared outside a house on a simple street, alerting everyone, and everything, to the horrible things that were happening. The police were taping the place up, blocking the streets. One even vomitted on the sidewalk at the sight inside. It was hideous, and he was let off for the evening, though he would need therapy for the rest of his life.
It intrigued a local Kindred too no avail, an agent of the Prince in Paris. Her name was Genevieve Normandy, or at least, that's what she told people. For three hours, she watched as the police pushed people away, and keep the street locked down, but they were not stopping her. A little trick of the light was all they'd see of this Nosferatu Kindred.
She crept past the lights and armed humans, until she was inside the house. The smell of fresh blood was high and on her nose, making her a little more hungry. Quick and careful, Genevieve approached the room of the crime scene.
Understand something. Genevieve Normandy was not known for being sickened by anything, but what was in this room scared even her. It didn't even appear to be a Tzimisce psycho's work. No, Paris seemed to have been hit by a creature they''d never seen. For before this beast of burden, were the body parts and organs of several children, grafted and sewn together into an art form, not even a servant. It served no purpose other then disgust. And disgusted, Genevieve was.
She left the area quicker then she normally ould have, and once she was safe in an alley, she felt sick to her stomach, vomitting up like the policeman, but blood poured out onto the concrete. Genevieve looked back towards the house, and groaned to herself. The Prince would not be happy at all about what she had seen. This would attract hunters from all over the world, not to mention that it might even start a little skirmish between the Sects. Whatever it was, it needed to die.
Find this beast and slay it, preferably painfully. This threatens our existence, Kindred.
Location: Miami--Remy Arrian
Remy sat at the worn bus seat, luckily the bus was not so crowded that he had to share a double seat with anyone, it was a good time sine Remy had fed while he was busy broody and the young vampire did not really feel like sitting next to a warm, breathing mortal right now, the hunger where starting to burn in his gut and having a living human right next to him would just be torturous since he could not just sink his teeth into them. Remy sigh, if his pack expected him to do much blood magic he would need to hunt first, those powers where costly. The mage turned vampire closed his eyes for a moment, he so missed the true magick he had at his fingertips as an Awakened magus of the Order of Hermes, sure at time that magick required resources as well, quintessence and tass to help it along, and the demands of his ritualistic foci as well, but all in all magick where just a part of him then, ready to flow when he needed it, compared to that the blood magic he now commanded felt sluggish and clumsy, but it was all he had. Remy opened his eyes again and shook his head, he needed to snap out of it, if he was going to be of any use to his pack he needed to clear his mind of the past and focus. Remy looked around the bus, just to have something to do, he needed to focus on his goal, finding a way to Golconda and perhaps by that restoring his Avatar, he did not even know if it was possible, but he had to hang on to the hope or there would be no point for him not to just go out and greet the rising sun one morning.
Remy raised and eyebrow when another man he was rather sure was Kindred entered the bus, the young Ventrue had focused his studies on blood magick but he had picked up a bit of Auspex as well, the powers that where similar to those he had possessed as a mage was just easier for him to learn and Auspex was one of those. Remy had just had a few of his Auspex powers active while sitting on the bus, it made the chatter around him irritatingly loud and the game that kid played on his phone three seats down almost drove him up the walls, but Remy enjoyed watching people's auras so he indulged himself anyway. The hooded man who just came into the bus had a pale, shimmering aura common among Kindred. Vampires where not the only ones who had auras like that, some other supernaturals had them as well and a very sick human but this man did not look to be weakened by illness.
Remy observed the other vampire, he did not know the man and had never seen him on any of the Sabbat rituals or parties, chances was that he was Camarilla, Anarch or independent, members of the non affiliated Clans came to Miami every now and again due to the ceasefire which had made the city into a bit of a smelting pot, if the man over where who where just taking a seat was Camarilla however there could be problems there was a ceasefire yes, but if one of the Bishop's childer had vanished there was bound to be some unrest. A small part of Remy hoped for trouble, more trouble than he could handle, if he was killed at least this emptiness inside of him left behind when his Avatar shattered would go away, the more reasonable parts of the Ventrue however did not want any open conflicts with the Camarilla and that part of him also knew that he had to live, live until he reached Golconda so he could restore his Avatar and make sure it got to continue it's path towards Awakening, then he could live or die it did not matter, the most important thing was the fate of that Avatar, that precious piece of magick itself which had been entrusted to him upon his birth and which he had failed when he had taken a vampire lover who just would not let him die like he should when Technocracy bullets mortally wounded him. Remy drew a deep, useless breath something that made the permanent wound sting, he had to push those thoughts to the side or he would slip back into his moods, he had to focus on the here and now, and not the losses of the past.
Remy waited until the hooded vampire looked in his direction then he gave the man a polite nod, just to let him know that he had seen him, hopefully there would be no trouble over this, but at least he had now met the other with respect, without getting to close to him, hopefully that would be enough that no matter what sect he was, he would not attack Remy and start a fight that would deteriorate the situation in the city further.
Brooke (M4n1c) Logan - Miami
Fingers with nails bitten to the quick were tapping upon knees as if upon an invisible keyboard, its eyes glazed over and a strange whistling noise emitting from between its teeth. Clearly this figure with spittle slipping from its mouth, blank faced and huddling to the shadows as if these deeper patches of night would provide more solace, was damaged. Those who accidently strayed near it where it sat upon the stairs of the university campus quickly moved aside, an invisible perimeter opening up around the prone figure.
A dark skinned figure loomed closer, an audible gasp escaping its lips as it took in the broken form upon the stairs and crouched before it. Eyes filled with compassion peered closely at its face and a hand reached out to touch its arms.
"Brooke? Man - is that you? Where have you been?" The figure was male and he looked to Brooke, scanning him for physical injury.
"They've been searching everywhere for you, man. Campus security is all over the place - they thought you had just zoomed out again, you know? Jed thought maybe the CIA or someone had come to take you - use you as some kind of super hacker spy guy or something.."
Brooke lifted eyes that turned quickly from glazed to alight with fury, his hand clamping down upon the shoulder of his roommate with eerie ease and grace. A sharp snap resounded through the night.
Those walking by were shocked to see two figures so blatantly entwined in passionate embrace right there upon the library steps.