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The undead child shied back behind his zombie meat shields.

Nondescript brown eyes stared out from behind the disheveled and bloodied corpses as Enzo watched the scene unfold around him.

The sight of Elizabeth ripping into one of the thugs made the boy’s stomach growl.

...wait, did they even have stomachs anymore? How did that work exactly?

He really should have packed a lunch for this sort of thing. Of course, if he’d known what they’d be doing tonight, he’d have made a couple of preparations. Cosi e la vita, as they say.

Though, shouldn’t that be cosi e la morte in their case?

Ian’s voice snapped the boy back to what was happening around them. Elizabeth had started toward the door, but the Brujah was trying to get the situation under control and the others in line with the plan.

When Ian suggested that Raph check the door, the meek Giovanni spoke up. “Why don’t we send these guys?” the boy asked, using one thumb to indicate the zombies that dwarfed his small form.

Extending a hand out toward the door, the diminutive necromancer uttered, Andiamo!

...and then bravely relocated himself so that he was hiding behind Ian as the zombies proceeded.

Elizabeth was through the door as soon as the gunfire had stopped. From behind Ian, Enzo couldn’t see much beyond the doorway. And didn’t plan to step out of line unless Ian told him what to do.
Gonna work on a post, I might be able to get it done by Wenesday or Thursday.


If you care to weave it in, Enzo would suggest sending one of the zombies to check out what's beyond the door.

The young vampire jumped, a high-pitched yelp escaping him as Elizabeth intercepted a bullet.

His hands pulled on his t-shirt, as the boy shied behind the Tzimisce and shifted anxiously as the situation started to go bad in a rapid and spectacular fashion.

This was bad.

The sight of a flame caused the boy to give a shrill scream even before he'd processed that the fire was being carried toward him. Then, before frenzy had gripped him, there was a blur and the torch-bearer was suddenly just gone.

Blinking, Enzo realized that Ian had moved. The Brujah was now standing next to where the torch-bearer had gone limp, his head smashed through a wall.

The snarl of the ghoul-hound and the sound of a man's violent death brought the Italian boy's stunned gaze over to where Raph and Djobi had jumped into the fray.

This was really bad.

But at least now there were corpses. Enzo didn't much care for ghosts, but dead bodies? He liked dead bodies. They didn't have agendas. They did bicker. And, best of all, they weren't likely to become emotional time-bombs capable of rending the veil between the mortal world and the Shadowlands. Extending out his arms, the boy's fingers spread and began to move as though he was a puppeteer manipulating unseen strings.

The color drained from out of the Giovanni's lifelike countenance, his skin growing gaunt as he took on a more Cappodocian appearance. "Extremum vitae spiritum edere," he uttered in Latin, pulling one arm back as the body near Ian began to shift and move, pulling its head from out of the wall.

With his other arm, he made a lifting motion, prompting the thug whose throat had been ripped out to rise from off the floor.

Were they tossing the Masquerade aside? At the moment, yes. Very much so.

The two zombies shuffled over toward Elizabeth and Ian, taking up positions to shelter the pair from any more bullets. Enzo's necromancy had never delved into using the corpses to attack, but they could be meat shields. And probably cause a mortal to shit themselves -- if Ian's display hadn't already done that.
I've started and stopped my post soooo many times.

Every time I think I've got a break, someone wants to see the baby. But my goal tonight is to try and rapid post something once the baby goes down for the night (or a couple of hours at least, hopefully).

It probably won't be a literary masterpiece, but I promise it will be a post.
Sorry, got bogged down by baby and work. I'll have something up soon.

Ralph was here?

Wait, did that mean..?

The Italian boy took a step back at the sight of the ghoul hound.

Falling silent, Enzo seemed to almost fade away as the others talked. He noticed Elizabeth had moved close to him, though he was concerned for the fact that she seemed the most eager for a fight. Ian was cool and composed, but if things turned ugly that may not be likely to remain true.

Ian was proposing going in. The boy swallowed nervously, still not certain just why he was here. He wasn't a field guy. Hell, he'd never even been a field ghoul. He was Giovanni, not Puttanesca or Millner. He'd spent his entire unlife in an office, with stacks of ledgers and a calculator. When being ghouled had resulted in Enzo developing Potence, he'd only ever used it to move boxes of tax returns that weighed more than he did.

"I'm not sure I'm the guy you want for this," Enzo remarked quietly, when Ralph proposed Enzo go in with Elizabeth. Judging by the grip on that two-by-four, she definitely wanted to go in swinging. Enzo wasn't sure he wanted to be standing next to her when she started.

For that matter, he wasn't sure it was all that safe for Ralph or Ian to be in front of her when she started swinging either.
Being a tad inventive here. Let me know if you want me to reel it back.

Sequelae is a concept from VtDA, not VtM. Specifically DAV: Guide to the High Clans. The VtM "equivalent" (from the player's guide) in terms of giving Necromancy some flavor is the notion of Authority and Taboo (e.g. that a necromancer either relies on holy symbols or profanity to use necromancy). Sequelae, by contrast, borrows from MtA's concept of Paradox. Basically, the more a necromancer pushes against the Shroud, the more that the Shroud pushes back to the consequence to the necromancer. An example being plants withering or the necromancer taking on aspects of a corpse (also tying into the Cappodocian curse).

I've always found Sequelae to give great flavor to Giovanni necromancy, or just Vampire necromancy in general, and both more flexible to use in any setting or adaptable to story than the idea that the necromancer would have to fit some binary concept of what a necromancer has to act like.

"Any ghost around here that might be amenable to help us out?"

The small Italian boy craned his head back, delivering a look up to Ian that belied a hesitation fueled by a fear -- a fear of something other than why they were here.

"The restless dead are rarely so easy to strike a bargain with," Enzo supplied, with a sigh as he seemed to resign himself to making an effort nonetheless.

The Brujah had no idea the forces that the Giovanni was flirting with. Whatever had taken Ludwig was scary, yes. But if Enzo awoke a wraith or, perhaps worse, inadvertently created one by botching the bargaining then that would be more than just frightening, it could be truly disastrous.

There was a reason the Giovanni did a number of Embraces each year. Plenty of necromancers blew themselves up talking to ghosts.

Wrapping his arms around his torso, the child seemed to hug himself as if from the cold. Or perhaps comfort. Closing his eyes, he tried to let his perception shift to that which was like the wind. Unseen, yet felt. Heard, but a whisper.

A sharp yelp slipped from his lips, as the boy suddenly doubled forward and clutched his left hand. If Ian or one of the others got a glimpse in that moment, it would have seemed as if, for a moment, the Cappodocian blood were reasserting itself. The back of Enzo's hand seemed as though it were corpse flesh, the fingers seeming to wither for a moment before it began to return to normal again.

"Sequelae," Enzo supplied cryptically, using the back of his right arm to wipe away a blood red tear brought forth by the pain that had come with the spasm. Without explanation, he'd uttered it as though it were a four letter word.

The boy's hand had returned to almost normal, though a patch of dead skin remained as the undead child flexed his fingers and shook out his hand from the sudden affliction. "Scusi. I'll need a moment before I try that again." Enzo offered, glancing back up at Ian. "If I'd known this is what we'd be doing tonight, I'd have... done something that would have given my abilities a boost."
I imagine Enzo giving these guys this look.

Tried to think of something that might advance the scene one way or another.

Dominate 1 (Enzo's max is Dominate 2), plus the bonus from Enchanting Voice if optionally allowed to affect Dominate use by the ST.
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