The house looks imposing and is darkly beautiful with 2 Stone Gargoyles flanking the Door and she cant help but feel that their ... watching her appraising her

A elderly Maid gets her at the door "Come right in your expected, would you like some tea, cant offer you wine sorry but have a lot of teas"

The decor is a bit dated, suggesting the man has eccentric and old fashioned tastes.

theirs some sculptures as well

"He'll be down in a few minutes till then make yourself comfortable" she says.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 1):

Sadie politely declines the tea. She smiles a sweet, close-lipped smile at the kindly maid, grateful for her offer. She is too nervous to eat or drink anything. The forbiding statues outside only increased her unease. All her eager thoughts at rebellion are completely gone.

She seats herself on an old overstuffed couch. The leather is well-maintained, but old enough for the smell of the hide to have fled. She looks about wide-eyed at the silent, ornate room. The polished walnut side table feels glass-smooth when she runs a hand over it. She tries to imagine what Mr. Wllston must look like. After a minute or two she starts to fidget.

He comes downstairs and is handsome...  suprisingly toung but a bit forbidding, she senses something, she cant tell what  That makes her want instinctively to get far away from him but she can easily suppress it

"Hello Ms Jenkins" He says with a smile something about it seems wrong though she cannot tell what

"I help many people jumpstart their careers." He advises

"Your still a minor but are doing so well... Your parents must be proud of you" He smiles "You arent in trouble with tuition which is what I usualy offer What I can give you are connections Or is their anything you need or want currently?" He asks her kindly.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 3):

Sadie rises quickly, betraying her nerves. She presents her hand in her best-taught handshake stance. This isn't the first interview she's had, and the well-hammered in habits are keeping her moving. She is doing her very best to ignore the warning in the pit of her stomach, and it's pulling at her mind and movements.

After thanking him for inviting her into his home, she considers his question. "Honestly sir, your reccomendation would go a very long way. As you say, tuition isn't really a problem. A well placed word can be invaluable.". She mispronounces the last word. She looks every bit a dollish 15 year old playing at being a grown up. "Any advise you give would be very helpful too.".

Something is frightening Sadie, and she grips her hands tightly so they won't shake. She entertains the fantasy of running out the door, but she knows she can't.

He nods "I can give you reccomendations but first..." He pauses and asks her

"One question I can learn a lot about someone from is this... WHat are your thoughts on your own mortality?" he asks curiously.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 5):

Sadie's mouth actually hangs open slightly, caught on words dead on her tongue. Any adult would leave at this point. She is stunned into silence. Not only that, but she does not know how to answer him. She has never thought of death beyond knowing she would not have to face it until she was old. Her mind latches onto a essay from english class and she quotes "no man was ever considered more alive but that was going to die.". She hopes it is the right answer. She understands what she is suppose to say, but does not feel it.

He pauses "An interesting reply, I thank you for your time Im sure we'll see each other again in the next few days"


She senses that he's FOUND something in her he's been looking for for some possibly unwholesome purpose.

"I'll keep in touch do you need help getting a tablet, or new laptop I can help with that, when your read to drive I can help you get a car" he goes back upstairs...
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 7):

Sadie is confused with the mix of generosity and unease. This feels dangerous or wrong. "Thank you, you're too kind. I hope I can live up to your expectations."
The closer she gets to the door, the more she feels like running out of it. She forces herself to step slowly as she takes her leave.

Luckily she had called ahead for a car taxi to wait about this time. It had already been waiting for 20 minutes with the clock running, but she was just glad it was there. She wanted to put as much distance as she could between herself and this place.

-Exit to campus-

A few days latter things have gone ok shes overstayed herself at the library (Im sorry for controlling your charachter but sadly thats hard to avoid at times)

On the walk back once again she feels something menacing something horrifying but doesnt know what it is... until Something lunges at her out of the shadows... and no matter how much she screams no one seems to notice...

As something comes out of the shadows, it's as if for an instant every fearful childhood dream has been confirmed. Adrenaline courses through Sadie. There is no fight in her response, only flight. She tries to run, numbly, totally fueled on terror.

She is not able to get away.. she Feels herself pushed down... but instead of the ... what she would normally fear from somone stalking a girl her age... they dont go after her no no bits or her chest instead the figure Bares her neck and then she feels sharp horrible pain coming from her throat its horrifying  beyond words every moment she feels violated even more then by what she might have feared and totally helpless...

And everything fades to black...

Cue the Embrace Now Kindred of Clan Ventrue. Add Blood Potency 1 and 3 discipline dots-

A few hours latter you awaken feeling strange alien sensations you cannot comprehend. you've been left for dead right behind a dumpster and feel horribly, horribly hungry.
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Sadie opens her eyes. She tries to get her bearings, looking around. The last few minutes of conciousness come back to her. She feels so strange, but she remembers well, and despite herself, she curls up and cries. Right now she doesn't care if crying makes her a child. This is the only response she can muster to such a horrific violation.

After a bit whats she do she feels horribly hungry even through her violation and also notices her senses have changed become much sharper.

You can see Perfectly well even though you can tell its so dark you should barely be able to make anything out.
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After her tears subside, Sadie sitsup and dries her face. How can she think of food at a time like this? She had had a very light dinner. She wonders if she should report the attack. The idea is very unappealing. She doesn't even want to think about it, and perhaps if she didn't it would go away for a little while. She seems unhurt now, maybe she had passed out?

She brushes dirt off her pants and heads in the direction of the cafeteria. It stays open until 1am, so she knows she can go there for food. Such an ordinary thing to be doing.....she feels so out of sorts. Had the campus security finally relented and added more lighting? It seems a lot brighter. She thinks about the lunging black form and the sharp pain in her neck without meaning to, and tears threaten again. She bites her lip, trying to think about anything else.

Well in the Cafeteria the one or two other students she smells them in a weird way can smell the blood within their veins

and the food tastes empty and flavorless and she cant hold it though she knows not why...
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 15):

Sadie tries not to jolt her stomach on the way to the nearby bathroom. As it is she almost doesn't make it to the toilet before she vomits up what she had managed to get down. Distress is starting to creep back up on her. What is wrong with her? Her throat tightens, and she washes her face in the sink, trying to calm down.

The bathrooms near the cafeteria are notoriously dirty, so nobody on campus uses them unless they have to. Late at night it is even less frequented. Sadie looks in the mirror at herself, fairly confident she will not be disturbed. In this she is wrong. The door swings open, admitting a first year student. Her trailing brown hair is expertly curled, and even in the florecent light her makeup compliments her. Aside from this Sadie also notices she smells GOOD. Even after vomiting she is suddenly starving.

Sadie stays leaning over at the sink, thinking of very little other than the girl. Her mind is all jumbled up, and she doesn't know what to think even if she could think of something else. The toilet flushes, and the girl comes over to the sinks. An unused sink stands between them, but from here her smell seems intoxicating.

Without thinking she walks over to the girl, stepping up close enough so their bodies are almost touching. The girl is surprised, obviously, and caught offguard. Sadie's short, thin frame offers no threat and she doesn't step away immediately. She looks questioningly at Sadie, who grabs her suddenly and with great speed. In a small part of her mind, Sadie knows a girl so much stronger than her should have no trouble pulling away from her. The girl seems so slow to her, and somehow Sadie wants to taste the blood in her veins. Such a strange idea, ridiculous even if Sadie had the time to think about it. She isn't thinking about it.

Your able to get hold of her... she seems scared and trys shouting but no one answers right away... and your teeth suddenly your incisors grow long... and you find if you try biting her neck that her blood tastes rich and hot and sweet and nourishes you yet it is also strangely soothing as it flows in bit by bit  you hunger for more... it may be difficult to not take everything.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 18):

Part of her says to stop; this is wrong, this is hurtful. But she doesn't want to stop. It feels and tastes so good. Why must she always be bound by doing the right thing? Even without the bloodlust (though she hadn't given much thought to what it actually was), her energy to do "the proper thing" was failing. She is worn thin with it, more than any 15 year old should ever be. Like any mortal she had heard stories about vampires; made up evil creatures with a thirst for blood. She didn't initially openly aknowledge this as a possible reality, but she's not stupid. There is nothing else this could be. Illogically, she feels vindication and excitement, as a child would who just confirmed the existance of the monster living in their closet. Make-believe is one thing, truth is another. While she is beginning to like this, she is also still afraid.

Sadie pays no attention to the struggles of her victim. She is completely enraptured with the hot blood pouring into her mouth. The girl's struggles become less coordinated. She stops trying to push Sadie away, using her weakened legs to push along the floor and away from her attacker. Sadie is not deterred at all. She doesn't pause for an instant, though she feels the girl will die very soon. The realization just isn't strong enough to override the sweet taste of her blood.

Only when the girl slumps limply and unbreathing on the floor does Sadie draw back. She pants, but stops when she realizes she doesn't feel the need to catch her breath. She looks down at the cooling body huddled on the floor. A wave of regret and pity hits Sadie....she killed her. She had killed a person. She is in so much trouble. Vampires are evil, killing is evil....but Sadie doesn't feel evil. She feels sorry for the girl. This is wrong, but her heart aches to see the lifeless form. Her regret somehow softens this. Sadie stumbles over to the sink, confused. She washes the blood from her mouth and chin. The only spilt blood she wears is on her dark vest, and not noticable. She feels somehow reluctant to leave the girl's body, as if somehow she can help or make it better. But even she knows eventually someone will come into the bathrooms even at this hour, and she doesn't want to be here.

Sadie sits on a shadowed bench under an ancient tree. The dark seems so bright to her now, and she knows what she is vaguely. She doesn't have to fear the dark any more. She watches the occasional late nighter pass by, unnoticed. She needs time to think. The heartbeats and smells of passerbys is very distracting.

She finds herself sated for the moment at least...

she sees others going about their business... business that she is no longer a part of.


She feels the girls blood her life inside of her now a part of her...

The Hunger is numbed a bit for now... but hasnt gone away entirely its always there at the back of her mind...

She instinctively knows theirs much more she can do if she but trys, with the stolen blood that courses through her veins.

With such power she can ensure her own survival and accomplish who knows what goals.


She also knows that shes a few hours away from the sunrise... and how is she going to hide..
(OOC: I rolled Detachment, 1 success, so she doesnt lose humanity but gains the bestial condition)
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 20):

Sadie likes the feeling of power coursing through her. If she didn't want to follow stifling rules, maybe with this she could make them instead. Who would stop her? She can't be the only vampire....she had been turned by one. She shuddered thinking about it. How many vampires were there? In all the movies a vampire who made another vampire lingered; taught or had authority over their 'child'. They must have gotten that part wrong. She feels very alone all of a sudden.

Sadie knows a vampire cannot be out during the day, and that's what she seems to be now. She can feel the dawn not far off. She thinks of the darkness of the basement labs in the old chemistry building. A new one had been built just before she came to the university, but classes were still held in the upper levels. She had peeked down to the windowless stone basement rooms before a class once. Nobody ever went down there anymore; the old labs were out of date now, and had been totally abandoned. She can't imagine daylight making it down there.

The old lab is musty. Dusty stone still gives off a sterile chemical smell. She crawls into one of the cupboards built below the lab benches. As small as she still is, it doesn't even feel very cramped. Is she suppose to do something? She sits waiting in the complete darkness.

One moment nothing, the next she feels nearly crippling lethargy, and she plunges into oblivion seconds latter...

Maybe a moment, maybe an eternity latter... she feels awareness return to her, can FEEL as a small bit of her precious blood is consumed forced through her corpse, revitalizing limbs and conciousness returns to her... all in a dizzying rush of awareness

As for her Creator she can sense SOMETHING just a tugging if she pauses to think on it, she might be able to follow it...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 22):

Sadie obediently follows the tugging. This must be what geese feel flying north. She wasn't a goose though, she wasn't even breathing. Though she caught herself doing it automatically when thinking about other things. Not following whatever sense this was doesn't occur to her. She has nothing else to do now anyway. If she goes back to her dorm, her roommate is going to wonder why she didn't attend classes. She wouldn't know what to tell her. Even if she switched to night classes, she would fail this semester's classes. It's too late to change them. If she was going to keep attending school at all. Was her life over now?

Sadie is wondering what will become of her as she walks. She feels she's getting very close to whatever it is she is going to. Where is she going to go? Where will she live? Is she suppose to hang out in a cemetery like movie vampires? Surely she can't keep hiding in the basement chemistry labs. She had only thought about the most pressing matters last night, but now as she considered her future (or lack thereof) she felt utterly lost. She stops, she has arrived at her destination.

She finds herself again coming to the gated community the guard tells her shes expected...

And again at the door "Mr Wiltson was expecting to see you at some point" Maid says cheerfully.

(OOC: in 2nd edition with high humanity and low blood potency, you can survive most of the day in the sun... though of course, she doesnt know that.)
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 24):

Fear knots at Sadie's stomach. She knows from the moment she arrives that Mr. Wiltson was involved in what happened last night, or at least must know about it. Maybe he still did want to help her. If he had known about the attack and her...death, he had allowed it to happen. It had felt like fainting...but she must have. All the stories were in agreement on death being a requirement. This was still taking some getting used to. She had not forgotten the mortal fear of the attack though. If he had been the shadow or only known of it, one thing was certain; she feared Mr.Wiltson.

Sadie reluctantly sits on the old leather couch. It seems to smell different this time. She considers leaving, but finds she is compelled to stay. What else will she do anyway? So she continues to sit, with none of the confidence or bravery she had tried to champion last time.

He comes downstairs all politness and bows He's wearing a suit

An instinctive desire to Get Out, is still there but before it was him seeming to be something wrong something unnatural now you sense hes something greater and more dangerous then you, and want on animalistic level to either placate him or flee him.

"Ah, childe I see you have come. I must say I'm pleased I had feared you would throw yourself at the Sunrise... More then a few fledglings do, or invited a group of hunters to destroy you, many fledglings do that too. Why I abandoned you right after your embrace, I wanted to see if you could stand on your own two feet"

His smiles turns suprisingly genuine

"I think you've established that you can at least take the first step on your own you do not reek of starvation so clearly you were able to feed, I hope you didnt make too big a mess when you did so child?" He asks raising an eyebrow.

"If you have any questions I am more then happy to answer them.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 26):

Her fear slowly recedes. Her mortal memory does not fade...but there is something else too. She looks at him similarly to a child looking at a parent. As having experiences, knowledge and power she has yet to even learn of. If he wanted to destroy her, she would tremble at his feet and let him. Stupidly she asks "How many vampires are there?"

She thinks of the girl from last night. What constituted a "mess"? She remembers her face staring sightlessly, still with the expression of terror written on it. Whatever blood Sadie didn't swallow had shown brightly on the white bathroom tiles. She remembers the pity, and the regret, and knows she wants to keep doing it. This wasn't like a movie, and what she did was certainly wrong. Maybe it was wrong for vampires too. It had felt good too though."You're not going to stop me are you?".

"We call ourselves "Kindred" Or "Damned" Just keep that in mind" HE advises.

"Theirs tos of thousands across the world and over a hundred in this town.

"Stop you from what?" He asks curiously

"I will allow you to decide your affiliation. You dont need to decide this night or even this year... but would be best off looking at the Covenants

A Covenant is a Faction Either poliical, philosophical, or Religious Vampires bind themselves to a Covenant and recieve Benefits in turn.

"I'd like it of course if you joined me in service to the first estate... but you might be best off exploring other Covenants as well so you can see why the at times... draconian expectations of the Invictusare,  sadly, neccessary to ensure the stability and continuance of our civilization."

"Do you want to continue towards your degree its possible to do so if you want?" He suggests.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 28):

"You frightened me." She said softly, looking down. The room is quiet for a few spans on non-existant breath. She doesn't really expect a reply, but she feels if there is anyone to fully divulge to, it is him.

Sadie replies to his question "School is what I've been doing all the years of my life. It's all I know. For now, I may as well continue it.". Her parents didn't visit, and were very unlikely to notice her switching to night classes. She felt slightly detached from the people who had raised her. They don't see as important as they once did. She knew she still loved them.

She flinches at her word choice. She wasn't alive any longer. She was looking at her murderer. She felt like everything made more sense. With growing fondess she reflects that she can forgive him this slight trespass. As if he needs her forgiveness. This existance could be better.

"I will do anything you ask." she says looking up at him "But I would like to wait to decide."

Testing the waters she confesses "I killed someone.". She waits for a moment "I want to do it again. Will you stop me?". She looks at him expectantly, not knowing if she should be contrite. Movie vampires killed, but reality had already proven different.

He nods "You must learn to exist with Fear, I'm afraid" He smiles a bit at the pun...

He frowns

"Killing is something that most Kindred wind up doing sooner or latter... but its a bad idea to adopt it as a hobby... if you wish simply to feed I can teach you many means to feed without killing if you would learn... You can attempt seduction, Can directly affect anothrs mind Can feed on blood bags, or on animals"

"But yes... if you create a large enough blood bath... I will stop you"  he says firmly.

"Their are a number of Laws widely held to amongst our kind that All are expected to hold to and ignorance, or situation, are considered no excuse... formost is the masquerade, you must not divulge your true nature to Mortals at large, to do anything that risks drawing media attention to our existence... is a crime punishable by final death." He says sharply

"Its also consided wrong by many to create new vampires... but most of us eventualy succumb to the urge create more" he sighs sadly

"But just so you understand do NOT try to embrace anyone until your established in Kindred society... Another reason to avoid killing when you feed, sometimes when you drain someone dry especialy if you've grown distant enough from your humanity it no longer effects you to kill, They spontaneously arise as not quite Kindred undead, so its best, if you produce any more corpses to behead or incinerate them" He advises

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 30):

Sadie sees his frown and reacts as if mildly scolded. She has to feed without killing. She listens duefully to his advise and explanation of laws. "Why did you embrace me if we're not suppose to?"

"Where do most kindred live?" Her living situation in the dorms was impossible to maintain now.


If she was to feed without people knowing, she would need to make them forget somehow. Looking at her thin body, she knows she cannot seduce most people. Only a certain type. "Will you teach me to how to affect another's mind?".

He nods

"Many consider it wrong but, eventualy most of us simply NEED to pass on our lineage, just in case were ever destroyed....

He pauses "We live... dwell in whatever Havens we can establish... some in the sewers, some in gated communitys, some in apartments, some in ordinary 9-5 houses in a normal quiet neighbourhood.

"Only thing are dwellings tend to have in common is their secure from the Sun, and from intruders"

he nods

"Lock eyes with someone then issue a COMMAND, it must be phrased as a command, you cannot disguise it as a suggestion you are calling on the sheer Greatness within your blood to issue  a Decree, and they must obey."

"It cant be more then 3 or 4 words, but you can accomplish a lot with that."
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 32):

Sadie understands. She falls silent, and sits with her hands in her lap, not really sure what to do now. After a moment she asks her last two questions "How old are you?", waiting for the answer before saying "What should I call you?".

She supposes she will just walk out, unless he wants anything further with her. No social custom had prepared her to face the various situations of the last two nights.

"I lived in the days of the civil war..." He Pauses and his eyes look haunted...

"Lets just say... It was much worse then movies and playwrights make it out to be" Says delicately...

"My Sire:, or "Sir" will do..

If you even approach the Invictus, know were pretty... socially conservative, were willing to commit murder when it seems neccessary to protect the masquerade, or political or financial interests, but thats no reason for ill manners"


"Ideas where you'd establish a Haven?" He asks wanting to see if shes capable of being humble but is also deeply proud at the core.

Pauses

"An Idea is on campus housing I can  help with finances if need be, but I'd ask a price." He says firmly

"Part of why I embraced you in the first place, I want pull within the campus an agent active there.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 34):

Her eyes change slightly, adding this information to her picture of him. She was always painfully polite, but she would have to make certain to never be rude in front of him. The haunted look in his eyes makes it clear she she not continue to question any more on that topic. She wonders if it's bad that she enjoyed killing, even if it hurt her as well. Maybe even amoung vamp...the kindred, she will not fit in.

"I...don't know where I will go. I slept in the old chemistry lab during the day." she sucks in a breath (out of habit) I will try to find a crawl space maybe.". If Sadie could flush with embarassment, she would do so now. This was not only vulnerable to discovery, but undignified. Her face lights up "I could convince someone who lives alone to take me in. Someone with a basement or wine cellar. Someone isolated. They will obey me if I command them not to speak of where I sleep and to ever set a foot near it.". This solution is much more appealing if she can manage it, but she's never tried. The power in her blood her Sire spoke of entitles her to it, after all. The neighborhoods surrounding campus were littered with the houses of professors, groups of students and older homeowners who predated the current residents.

He nods, grateful

"The power you likely have thus far, over minds is unlikely to be that potent... but their is another kind of geas you can put someone under... get them to drink your blood on 3 different nights... and they'll grow almost insanely devoted to you perhaps annoyingly so, but its probaly the safest way to do things"

He smiles

"One last thing to keep in mind, our Clan the Ventrue, come largely from children of privilige, Try to keep that in mind, you may be young but you should bear the grace and dignity due one taken into our clan, we are the true nobles of the night. The other Clans so you know, are the Nosferatu, least of all vampires they hide in Sewers and other dark places.

Many of them are hideously ugly, others look normal, a VERY small handful are actualy hauntingly beautiful... but in a disturbing manner... the point is something about them disquiets or scares, anyone they meet so they have difficulty conversing with ordinary humans"

shakes his head "I have a hard time not being a trifle contempous of them but their prone to blackmail and trading information but their cut off from humanity in a way other vampires never are." Sighs

"The Mehket are a mixed bag, some are almost like the nosferatu, riff raff or spies, Others are amongst our most learned and wise scholars.

The Gangrel THe easiest way of explaining them is as Feral, actualy only a Fraction live in the wilderness apart from the citys, this cliche happens enough it sticks. They are often times slow minded, but have strong instincts, and have a innate faculity  with Shapeshifting magic, that gains them a trifle more respect then they might otherwise have.

Finally the Daeva, like Us Ventrue they are frequently found in the Invictus, and like us they have a Faculity with bending minds, the difference lies, in that we COMMAND they charm, I will not say theirs never a case where charming might be better, but I prefer the Certainty of our clans magics, creating emotions, that they then freely act on, might prove dangerous" He advices.

"Though the actual clan is actually verifiably older then our own Ours originated in the days of Rome, theirs, allready existed and was established in the days of sumeria.

Never the less, their clan is more modern in their language , their style of dress And the decor they prefer then we are, If one of us becomes super Rich, Were likely to build a Vast Mansion with Gardens, and such, They Prefer a Penthouse or Snazzy Condo someplace Moderately swanky, but also where they can be involved in a social life, We rarely bother with.

I will not say any of this is absolute, only that these generalitys help you tell the differences between the clans.

"Well think you can manage finding someone to move in with, the bond could help just have to decide how to explain to them your feeding them your blood"
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 36):

Sadie wonders if she will know other kindred if she sees them. So many live in this town alone, and far more than she would have guessed beyond that. Listening to her Sire describe the other clans, she is glad she belongs to the Ventrue.

Perhaps gaining a secure Haven will be more difficult than she thought. Watching through windows to find someone alone would be easy enough. Convincing them to admit her, be blind to her nature and drink her blood were other matters entirely.

"Do they have to drink the my blood knowingly?". She thinks of one major complication she had seen or heard in nearly every story. "Do...do we have to be invited into someone's home?". She feels foolish even asking. He seems to know everything; she can't imagine ever being that knowledgable, or powerful.

"No they do NOT have to drink your blood knowingly, or willingly, but it needs to be fairly fresh no more then a few minutes out of your body, or else it reverts to dead blood with no supernatural potency"  He rolls his eyes

"A handful of vampires develop weird compulsions or aversions as their humanity dwindles... Another reason to avoid killing if reasonably possible As it makes you more likely to develop such curses...

Things like needing an invitation, aversion to garlic, holy symbols, compulsively counting rice inability to cross running water... all these things are largely from curses that a handful of individual vampires spontaneously developed, but as a rule, no , you do not need an invitation. Breaking down a door risks summons to police, which could cause trouble... I'd reccomend you learn how to pick a lock in the next few months you never know when such a skill will come in handy.  but if you command someone to let you in, they may wonder why they complied, but you magically forcing them to do so isnt something the average person will likely think of" He says pacing a bit "If you'd like to spend the night with me I'll gladly have you I dont mind putting you up for a night or two giving you some blood then let you begin your search tommorow at dusk."


He says examining some of the Tapestrys he has on the wall.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 38):

Sadie tries to decide if spending the next day in the dubious safety of a chemistry cabinet is less embarassing than begging a sleeping place here. Her Sire seems to value self-relience, and she finds she desperately does not want to disappoint him. "I'll make due. I still have hours yet tonight to look as well.". She waits expectantly to see if she is dismissed.

nods "Very well you may go" He says. Politely

"I hope to see you again somtetime" Says fondly.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 40):

-Exit to university-

Sadie agreed with her sire in general. However, as she had very little power in this world, she did not concern herself with politics overly much. After all, if a kindred objected to her, there wasn't much she could do about it. The possibility still worried her. What form of government kindred chose was the least of her worries. But from what she had learned from history, it had less to do with the form of government and more to do with the nature of the beings running it. In human history anyhow. Her education had been extensive, given her talent for learning.

"I could use help obtaining an i.d. if the connections exist." she admits. She pauses "But I have no passion for politics.". She could have to request a birth certificate, which would mean knowing the details of a deceased person in the age range she wanted. Her way would not be foolproof.

She considers his question "I don't think I have experienced frenzy. The beast has been close to dominating my mind at times, but I have never lost all control.". From what it sounded like, she didn't want to either. Intuitively she had known giving in completely would be dangerous, but she had not been aware of the consequences. "Maybe it's best if I rest here until I can center. If you will have me. I fear what I might do otherwise."

He nods "Of Course Childe. You may stay for the whole week if you like

Another Vulnerability, Vampires images Blur in photographs, videos and mirrors, its usualy not that big a problem, its actualy an asset if a video catches you doing something illegal or undesirable, but also means its difficult to keep photo ID

Thankfully I have some PRe Existing photos of you, that I can get altered if you want."

he pauses looking her over

"What kind of name would you like childe, I'd prefer something... That sounds a trifle sophisticated when you introduce yourself."

pauses

"Also I want you to try practicing the Curtsey over the next few days to help make a good impression for the meeting at elysium
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She thinks for a moment, "Jacqueline Donahue." she had always liked that name. She may as well have a new name to go with her new existance. Somehow it seemed appropriate. Offhandedly she wonders how her sire had obtained pictures. He must have truly been careful in his selection of her.

Blurring in a photo or video would be easy to explain, but a mirror less so. She would have to be mindful of it. She would have laughed at his request to practice a curtsey if his face hadn't been so serious. If it would help her make a good impression, she was more than willing to do it.

He nods

"An excellent name childe I'll get things started"


"I'll see to it we get things on paper and in the system within 2 weeks, I can even arrange someone whos taken a few college credit so you dont have to redo any classes sure you are nervous about that." He advises

"One last question, how should it turn out Sadie Jenkins died, we need to explain the absence of a body in a plausible seeming way... or let your parents see you in a morgue during the day then have a funeral. Simply "Disappearing" Is not a valid option I think." He sighs

"Teen prodigys mysteriously disappear is not good for the university"
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She had planned to draw blood over several weeks, enough to show beyond a shadow of a doubt she must have died. But he was right, a body really would be needed to dispel any doubts. She would have to dye her hair most likely as well, until nobody remained in the area that would recognize her. Her style of dressing was different enough already to throw people off.

Aside from the practical finality of a funeral, Sadie did want to provide her parents closure. Though she did not point that out as a reason. Her death would surely devistate them, and if she could afford them some measure of comfort, she would. Drowning seemed a good scenario, requiring no marks on a body. "I assume kindred are not vulnerable to drowning? I can 'play dead' in an area I know I will soon be found. But we will have to arrange to skip the autopsy somehow, since they are standard in suspicious deaths".

Nothing but an accident or violent death would do. She was too young to have any serious health problems that came on suddenly.

"No we cant drown but feigning Death will be hard unless your staked

"And being staked can be a harrowing experience... And yes I think its possibly to place the lengh of wood so that it will be invisible to surface observation.

"I can arrange for the coroner to just decide an autopsy is a waste of time" He advises with a smile

"Or to remember that he did the autopsy and found nothing"

He nods

"We can start making arrangements after Elysium. If you want you can make suggestions I'll be sure reach your parents about your funeral. Obviously we need to avoid Cremation or opening the Casket in sunlight. As a local philanthropist who was impressed with you," He says ironicly

"I will generously donate out of my pocket to ensure your Funeral is exceedingly lavish Your parents will likely be grateful enough they wont notice the influence it gives me over the funeral arrangements" He smiles

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Sadie smiles gratefully. She would not have been able to produce a body without her sire's help. She shudders at the idea of a stake; it didn't sound pleasent at all. She would be helpless until it was removed as well. She is glad she has time yet before this will need to be done.

She looks at the old assorted objects decorating the opposite wall. "Did you have to stage your own death?" she asks curiously. Surely any relatives he left behind as a kindred would be long dead now. Perhaps he had had children, he had been embraced older than she.

With this thought she realizes that she will never have children in the human way. She had only stood at the start of what might have been a long mortal life. She had not finished school, fallen in love, had children. Could kindred fall in love? She wonders, but does not voice her question.

sighs

"No I didnt..." He sighs

"I tried to keep a connection with my Wife and 3 children for a time...

"My son... he annoyed me... he wasnt being that bad a person he just pressed some points a bit too much

"I woke up standing over his brutally murdered body" He shivers

"He was only 11." Shivers

"After that I Just Mesmerized my wife into believing she was now a widow, we didnt use autopsy and coroners back then just common knowledge that someone is dead is good enough I didnt want to risk killing my other little ones or her My heart was growing colder by the day I knew while keeping a connection with loved ones can reinvigorate a vampires humanity theirs always the risk you'll kill them." He says sadly.

"I want to protect you from that kind of experience my childe

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Sadie cannot know how deep such a pain would go, but she can imagine. She looks sadly at her sire. The choice to disappear before any further damage was done was one she could understand. She says nothing; not knowing the wisest thing to say, if anything at all was wise. She sits silently for a moment.

She could feel the sun would be rising soon. They had been speaking for some time now. She excuses herself, attempting a curtsey (why not practice now?).

He smiles slightly at her attempt

she spends a whole night there idle (you can decide if she practices ettiquite or what)

night after it the tutor and her meet she has to dress in the rather bulky Fencing get up.

He gives her a lengthy lecture on the basics of fencing safety and to never strike near the mask as its not perfect.

In fact the first night is mostly a safety lecture with no live practice


(Last fencing class I took was when I was 16 or so half my life ago... so I have vague memories... I know we got a lot of lectures on safety.)

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The instructor tried at Sadie's patience. She was accustomed to accelerated curriculums and advanced tutoring. Of course, there was no way for her instructor to know this. In her current state of mind she could barely stand not to tear him apart. What her sire would say helped restain her greatly.

The little physical activity that was involved produced no sweat on her skin. If not for the extensive fencing armor, it might have been noticable. She smiled inside her mask at the rules of point. For honorable purposes, surely he was right. But a slash to the neck could be fatal depending on the enemy; and dead was dead. So to speak at least. A familar quote rang through her mind more than once; "ask the dead if honor matters.". In this she could consider herself informed.

Despite the annoyance, she found she enjoyed fencing. She felt the familar drive behind her moves, striving to excel.

She was anxious to go out at night, but knew she couldn't. Not yet. Perhaps it was her youth that drove her to such recklessness.

He nods at her talent for doing poses glad she shows some talent for the basic moves at least.

Next few nights some more poses and a few brief live drills.

He shows her how to penetrate the defences and how to defend herself.


He explains that you must be ready for an attack from down low, the sides or above.

and teaches you various means of anticipating an opponents next move the way they may telegraph it through their eyes or their movements. clearly hes quite competant.

Finally the night of the concert at elysium that will determine her fate, has arrived.

Her sire advises her to be sure to dress the part and to remember his advice of moderation show backbone and that your proud of your heritage, but also that your aware of your lowly place in the domain. with your dress and mannerisms.
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Sadie pulled the dress she had painstakingly selected, over her plain gauzy slip. It was a muted champagne color, mimicing some of the colors in clan ventrue's great seal. It was sleeveless, with ruffled curling fabric running the length of the trunk, completely obscurring her chest. The dress was cut to start just at the hallow of her neck and run to a full length, but simple skirt. The fabric was ample but lacked any hint of a train, as it would have come off as presuming. Her hair was combed cleanly, pulled up in a pretty coil. She had taken her sire's suggestion and wore her small sword at her waist. Now that she had been instructed, even if only starting, she felt more comfortable wearing it.

She decends to the sitting room, and waits nervously for her sire. So much depended on this night.

after a bit he comes in and he nods "Your sire is an established domain member and is speaking for you" Reassures her.


A limousine arrives in a bit to take them to the concert and he goes into it in back sitting right next to her in the luxarious back seat


"Just remember the 3 Traditions are in order

The Tradition of the Masquerade

Do not reveal your nature to those not of the blood, doing so renounces thy claims of blood"

sighs

"Every feeding every ghouling every embrace is an arguable violaion but a neccessary one... keep in mind riks our peoples secrecy and you risk the both of us seeing the sunrise" He warns her.

the second tradition is "Do not Embrace" most often interpruted as "Do not do so carelessly.

Sighs

"Finally the third Tradition is a ban on Amaranth, the practice of drinking another vampires soul for power. Theirs a parable that was popular a few years ago

"The Serial killer, the Dictator, and the Devil had a tea party, the profaned they laughed they took turns making love to the pretty Cadaver. Dialbriee or Amaranth as the crime is called was the act which sobered them and made them look down at their gore covered plates.

It is far viler then murder and is almost invariably punished by final death when it can be proven."

he squeezes her hand

"You havent made a commitment to the covenant yet so he wont expect you to understand the more advanced things... though going through the night as unbound, is a bad idea" he warns

waits and sees if his childe has aught to say on the limo ride.
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Sadie turns to look at her sire seriously. "I have chosen the invictus.". She had spent many nights considering her choices carefully, and learning the finer points of each covenant. She had also learned of the lesser aknowledged covenants. Truthfully one other had caught her interest, but because of its nature, she dare not even mention it to her sire. Belial's brood. Though she understood the need for control and rules; the ideals of Belial's brood were very appealing to her. The severity of it was perhaps too much if not tempered. This was the real reason she did not persue it any further. Even if she had chosen it, it was not something she could make public.

The invictus held interest for her as well, and she knew it would please her sire. She had already realized the nessesity of connections, wealth and power as a kindred. Whatever other ideals she wanted to explore, would have to be done privately. She had no intention of violating any traditions, and realized their importance. Still a part of her wanted freedom from them.

Sadie listens carefully to his advise. She did not want to risk endangering him at all costs. She fidgets in the leather seat, trying to calm herself. She hoped they were almost there. The waiting was unbareable.

(OOC: Wise decision not evean breathing a word of it. Was half expecting her to consider the ordo as they offer a path of scientific examination of the kindred condition.)

Nods "Then I can formally vouchsafe for you while there, it will mean a few months or years of drudge work and occasional lessons, but you'll learn how the domain is governed how rules are set, how to manipulate others, how to behave at partys, and how to use ettiquite itself as a weapon.

The limousine arrives and the concert hall is moderately upscale but not inaccessible to ordinary people on special occasions or such.

Marked special presentation and a lot of people are going inside

Theirs a lot of other kindred entering, you can sense it as you go in for a half instant a TERRIBLe urge to FLEE does well upside inside you but you are able to wrestle it down with a bit of effort. Still you feel somewhat skittish surrounded by vampires, many of whom are much mightier then you.



First theirs a Violin symphony that lasts a half hour

The Performers are Very talented and the classics they perform are very stirring including works by great mortal composers like beethoven and bach.

 and then to business.

The Prince is a strikingly handsome Middle aged man wearing a coronet and gazing around.


theirs some disputes about hunting terittory, that are pretty heated

The prince says, rather then shouts "Silence" Yet all who hear instantly obey.

"I find that the original claim by Lord Jacob is quite valid. This Gangrel has poached off of his territory and must pay the price."

The prince pauses waiting meaningfully

"True this gangrel is young but recognizing territory is important, if we allow a unbound neonate to get away with doing this because "He was desperate" We would see a breakdown of the concept of domain and possibly war"

Pauses for dramatic effect "This I cannot and will not allow."

After a bit

"Cut off his legs, let him spend some time in a wheel chair as he regenerates"

Says sternly

"If this happens a second time, it will be final death or banishment for you"

the Neonate crys a bit as some kindred come over he trys to flee but they knock him down saying "Show some dignity" and then chop off one leg letting his screams echo through the hall they beat him a bit he screams pitifully then cut the other leg off.

Her sire sighs

"Such displays may be rank, but domain has to be protected and if tresspassers are not brutally dealt with you lose your grasp on what you have. And a failure of the prince to protect domain rights could lead to anarchy" He whispers morosely

The Gangrel is carried away still whining.

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Sadie is panic striken for a moment as they enter the building. She looks at her sire frantically, but knows she cannot run. To flee from this would certainly bring repercussions down on both of them. She digs her nails into the palm of her hand, keeping her spine straight and head forward. Even if she doesn't survive tonight, she will die with dignity.

The music actually does a great deal to relax her, if only for a few minutes. The violinists had had who knows how many years to prefect their skill.

The passing of judgement seems fair to Sadie, but she is surprised at her sire's reaction. Surely they had known the price of their transgression. Perhaps Sadie was different in this way than most though. She never did anything without considering the possible consequences. When she did wrong, she accepted what might come of it. This one was just unlucky enough to get caught.

She found the prince quite frightening. To her, a kindred in power was dangerous. Not because of the power they held, but because of the mindset it brought. The first and foremost concern for such a person was to keep their power. Such a position brought on poor judgement, brutality, paranoia and fear. Though she had found his punishment just in this case, he had been more concerned about not appearing weak than with dispencing true justice.

Sadie glances again at her sire. She would be presented by her chosen name tonight. There seemed some significant passage to that.

After a bit her Sire is invited to speak he whispers "Just behind me"

Getting up and approaching the prince He bows from the waist "Your lordship"

"Who is this?" He asks concerning her

Her sire bows again

"She is Jacqueline Donahue , your lordship.Childe of my own blood, and a eager young ventrue, and a aspiring Invictus."

The prince nods "Indeed"


"She craves your recognition."

The prince is silent for a few moments

"Does she know the  3 traditions?" looking to her in a tone that asks her to recite them as best she knows them.
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Sadie....Jacqueline formally curtsies to the prince... her prince she reminds herself. The idea of a royal was a new one to her.

Rather than saying 'of course' which might be perceived as arrogant, she bows her head slightly, as if earger to please him by receiting them. "I must never diguard the mascarade, nor reveal my nature. Do not embrace.". She hesitates after this one, for clearly her sire had, but as he had said it was interpreted differently or overlooked. "Do not commit the vile crime of Amaranth.".

She glances at all the faces turned toward them. So many eyes feel like a weight upon her. A small burst of courage reminds her, that if she is refused, at least they would be killing one of their own. She did posess their blood, and though she could die, she could not be denied that.

If she was human she would be covered in a cold sweat by now. She waits respectfully for the prince to say something, anything.
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"Kneel at my feet" He says Getting out a sword and holding it over her as if prepared to behead her.

"Do you pledge to follow our laws, and accept my Decrees, to respect the territory duly granted to other kindred in the city"


assuming Afirmitive he says

"I recognize you Jacqueline." He tells her Suprisingly gently

"As for your entry into the Invictus, that will take..." He allows himself a slight smile, allowing her to see that deep deep down he posseses some sliver of humanity

"Some time, but what else do we have?"

He asks her Sire "Lord Wilston, will you vouch for her?" He asks indicating this is a grave thing to vouch for her

"I will vouch for her, I will guide her, I will teach her our laws, and the skills she must have to be a productive and Loyal member of the First estate"

The Prince nods

"As one who is being Sponsored into the Invictus, you would be rendered his servant essentialy for months or years, until it is decided you should undergo manumission.

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She kneels without hesitation, but her mind reels in what should be a dizzying fashion. She feels slightly numb to everything but oddly enough, the feeling of the smooth cold marble floor under her hand. Very little felt colder than her own hand now.

At the prince's recognition she starts. Though the prince frightened her, his subtle show of warmth and humor was not lost on her. She understood more clearly how he inspired loyalty.

Servitude to her sire was not something she was opposed to. Indeed she would do anything he asked of her as it was. Perhaps that was because of his generous nature, and the fact that he never abused his power over her, or was anything but kind. "I will do so gladly." she says honestly.

Her sire smiles at that clearly it meant something to him.

He nods "You may return to your seats." He says in dismissal her sire bows and goes

Another bit of music this time another Kindred, one of the Daeva is giving an opera performance, and while her Red dress is borderline illicit in the way it is cut, her talent for music is amazing.
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Jacqueline curtsies again to the prince before following her sire. She hardly remembers the walk back to their seats once they return to them. Her relief is so great she actually sighs. The following preformance is much more enjoyable for her. She finds herself breathing out of habit as she is lost in the music. Not a bad habit to keep while in public, but wholly unecissary here.

She wonders what lessons and tasks she will be asked to complete training as an invictus. She brushes out the satin of her dress, pinched into bunches by her padded chair. She knows what just happened was important, perhaps more important to her than the others involved knew. It heralded with finality, her exit from the mortal world and into a new life. Her human parents would be led to believe she was dead in the next few weeks, along with the rest of the world. She had a new purpose, even a new name.

Jacqueline looks to her sire. "Thank you." she says. It was made clear to her that kindred faced an eternal battle of dwindling humanity. Indeed that this was no gift. But she was glad to be what she was now, even for the bad parts of it. This was better than she ever would have achieved as a mortal; racing the pre-marked path set for her to what? Even if this life wasn't perfect, it was hers.

After the opera A flute soloist,  and it ends with Piano and then their all dismissed to go where they will.

After they go and return to the Limousine her sire asks "Jacqueline, would you like to help me plan out Sadie Jenkins Funeral?" He asks her using 3rd person to make it a little easier

"I'll donate up to 16 grand for the event,On top of whatever your parents are willing to spend. I'm sure as a philanthropist and a hopeful patron offering my generousity, Your parents wont think I could have ulterior motives."


sighs "Deciding how you will be remembered is a powerful thing" He advises.

"And might be a bit fun, actually even if your not there to enjoy the show, and it shows how well you understand the art of theater, which is important to the invictus."

"We dont have magical illusion powers, mind you, but do have a flair for the art of Melodrama when it serves

What kind of Tombstone, coffin obviously we cannot do cremation"

"I can arrange catering as well"
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Jacqueline considers his words carefully. Not many people got to plan their own funeral. The process was not without some heartache, but she agreed that it was important.

The foremost thought with reguards to theater, would be of black, sleek and polished. A subtle refference to the power that taken hold of her. No bright colors or cheery flowers to return the semblance of life. The sense of finality and austere nature of death's claim would be the underscored theme. The coffin would have to be black walnut, with black velvet interior. Dark roses would add, though roses were strange for a funeral. Tulips and lilies were just far too green for her purposes. Catering should be rich foods, mirroring the prestige of the clan she had been embraced into; roasts, cheeses, pate, mousse, nut tarts. Of course kindred could not eat these things (that she knew of), but they reflected a certain class type.

Jacqueline was grateful for her sire's help. She plans with him the next few nights, knowing she cannot have any direct contact with her parents.

He pauses "The staking MAY" He emphasizes the term "Not be neccessary, you could enter voluntary torpor, as young as you are you should revive within a few months  a year at most... its not an exact science... some Revive within nights, others take centuries... " He sighs

"But we are, reasonably certain this is yet another thing affected by the strengh of the Man, the stronger your grip on Humanity the easier it is to rouse from slumber." He advises.

"I suggested staking simply because its easier to reverse on demand... but the drawback there other then the potential Sense of finality for you too, of Crawling out of your own grave." He says with a bit of irony in his tone relaxing in the leather seat of the limousine.

"Voluntary Torpor is likely to be a much more relaxing experience, with significantly more peaceful dreams."

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Voluntary torpor sounds much more appealing to her. However, the prospect of not waking up for serval months was too risky. Eddie had been informed of her absence, but she would not want to leave him for such a long period without vitae. Because of what he knew, she could not risk flagging loyalty.

She straightens, as if coming to a decision. "I will have to endure the staking. If I don't wake immediately from a voluntary torpor, there could be consequences.". Discomfort was a small price to pay for security.

He nods "Fair enough, the Invictus is an organization that goes to great lenghs to help members who take lenghthy torpor to Keep their assets in order" he nods

They arrive back at his estate and hes going inside "Jacqueline any idea of what kind of dress is best. Black is best of course but what style." He says with a sigh. Looking over things and can show her several options fro reputed tailors.

The maid brings them both goblets of Warmed Vitae and he nods "How thoughtful"

He sighs taking a long thoughtful sip.

He pauses

"A few things on first estate culture to go over He advises


"First just as we went over for your presentation how you dress can say much. offering, accepting, or refusing a gift, can all send messages. If you Display a gift, it says you wish to be associated with the giver, if he is known,  which could in some cases be dangerous.

What kinds of gifts you offer or are offered often have hidden connotations, such as 'Chessboards' Often implying a battle of wits is about to begin.

A gift of an Amaranth Flower informing you that soon you will be targeted for the selfsame hideous crime.

The entire explanation could take weeks to explain its a skill that you develop not really a list I can go through"


"Second Public display of Familiarity, can be taken as offensive.

None but a Childe or a ghoul are ever addressed by their first name. And is considered exceedingly crass to address even such a lowly person by a shortened or diminuitive version of their name. Keep these things in mind."

pauses


"Do we always hold to these strictures, no in our private lives we sometimes develop bonds of camaradie, this is for court and formal visits... but the fact two invictus know each other well enough they tolerate informality from each other, is information to note, either their understanding of ettiquite is horribly flawed, or they are close personal friends possibly Relatives"
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The games of etiquette kindred of the first estate played do not surprise her. Elysium had reminded her of the high court of a european power, more than what the greek name implied. She would have to be clever and observant to survive in this order. At least it was to her advantage that she had no power at all in this organization yet. She was not a very tempting target; the gain was too little to risk any crime to claim it.

She was a fan of satin she had decided while browsing for her formal dress. A black satin dress covering her chest and baring her arms would be formal, yet hint at her youth. The combination of youth surrounded by stark unyeilding black would create quite and effect.

She sips at her cup, glad the maid had brought it. She was becoming much more fond of the woman. She had not fed much recently, fearing she would lose herself to a frenzy. She was well enough now to hunt, but this night had been a busy one.

"I think black satin would be in order. I enjoy the fabric, and it will add."

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He nods, approving of her choice.

"You have excellent tastes my dear." He says approvingly

"How are you enjoying your tutelage on fencing thus far if I may ask" He says


"Another point how do you feel on tutelage in things supernatural any kinds of Disciplines you wish to pursue, many newly embraced often go crazy with disciplines their first few weeks of the Requiem, you thankfully arent doing that as far as I can tell" He nods approvingly

"Its still a good idea to continue studying them as Supernatural power brings influence."

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"It goes well, my instructor is excellent.". She had approached the lessons with the determination of someone who knew they would have to use what they were learning. "As for other disciplines; I haven't given them much thought. I will have to consider them more carefully." She had already decided what type of business she wanted to run. She planned on approaching the pregnant woman she had frightened sense into (she hoped), the next night. Of course she would have to introduce herself by her new name. "I have decided after the funeral, I will open a clothing store. I have enough capital to start it, though it will use the very last of what my parents gave me.". She had already withdrawn and stored cash at her haven, otherwise she would not be able to use it after her "death". Clothing seemed like a safe investment in this town. Not only was the retail markup substancial, but there was a noticable lack of higher end retail. Well off students and professors would have to looks elsewhere if they wanted luxery clothing.

This brings up another point she had not considered "What would happen to that pregnant woman if I gave her my blood?".

He nods

"Good, good, part of why I embraced you my dear is I want pull in the university, influence in Frats and Sorroritys, professors, etc I want influence on the campus" He explains.

"A clothing store sounds like a good business to run and a good entry level business for a Young charming Lord Begining her Requiem."

To her question he sighs pausing...

"Most likely ... she'd miscarry its possible though not likely, you'd create The First generation of a new lineage of family ghouls... Children born for slavery, and who are much more readily trained, then ordinary humans, and can move between being ghouled to not much more easily" He sighs deciding to explain the details


"If my Maid or Eddie were to stop getting blood they'd go through rapid aging that is agonizingly painful, and then either be left worse for wear or crumple into dust"

"But a family ghoul who stops getting blood simply resumes aging at the normal rate, no pain screams... needless to say such servants are considered valuable."


"But So you know The chances are..." He pauses

"Low... if you want to breed family ghouls usualy you spend time picking out good stock then ghoul them a month or so before attempting conception you dont wait to wait longer or else their bodies will become too stolid, and no longer able to process the living energy of creating a child. You have to decide if you want to take the chance."
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Jacqueline silently weighs the benefits of causing less pain in the long run to mortals, against the sin of enslaving an infant. Somehow simple killing bothered her less.

Knowing her sire's motivations more clearly she comes to a decision. "I will do my best to pull as much influence with university as I can.". Going the route of graduate student and professor wouldn't be distastful to her at all. Especially if it would assist him.

She shakes her head "I could not do that to the woman's baby. I did what I did to her only to improve her outlook, and make her value what she had."

He nods "Obedience, that is a good trait. The influence will benefit both of us. And will serve you well once you undergo manumission." he assures her.


He nods "I can respect that, you just need to keep her from discovering what you are till her pregnancy ends. A good learning experience" he adds

"Part of serving the First Estate Is to learn to do things at a remove." He advises her.


"Piece of advice" HE adds

"Part of how the Invictus Indebts members of other covenants and this might work here, show a large amount of generousity We routinely give gifts of Mutual funds Savings bonds etc to ranking members of other Covenants whose gratitude we desire, We Help to Finance Things like The INcense in Circle rituals, the vestments of the Sanctum, the Experiments of the Ordo Dracul... Even at times The social experimentation of the Carthians, A time or two we've helped to finance it for our own reasons. Just as surely as the Lancea Sanctum And Circle can Bargain with Their blood Sorcery We Bargain with our Wealth and connections.

Specifically, help her find a good private school and qualify for any available discounts, or buy a generous vacation plan, in short make the deal so good, she'll never risk doing anything to ruin it."

"Think how you will conduct yourself as you gather the threads of influence you dont have to directly deal with everyone who you need leverage over If you Bond 2 or 3 ranking members of a Frat, you probaly have control of the entire frat, if you can get a meeting with you made into an 'Initiation Rite'" Says with an ironic tone

"You'd be quite amazed how often that works"
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 75):

Jacqueline considers. "I suppose it depends exactly who you want pull with. Being present in studen organizations will give me the chance to manipulate the student body. The real power of the university is the administartion and benificiaries of it's finances. Professors must play into this game too. There is tremendous pressure on them from the school to produce research money.. She had observed much already in her short time at university. Observation and analysis were why she was here so young in the first place.

"Forming a blood bond with one of the owners of the university, as well as manipulating the student body, would be the fastest way to influence any aspect we want.". She, of course, would do anything he asked of her. She wanted his efforts to be well returned though. It would take some research to find where the money really went. Universities after all, wanted to appear less as companies and more as charities. The owners were not highly visable.

sighs "Do what you think is best, You know more on modern academia then I, some influence in both is probaly best. Do note" He says pausing

"That you need somewhere to hide readily on quick notice, something more secure then a utility shed, why I was thinking of sorroritys, on campus housing is another option... Bonding A person or two is indeed another option."

Another possiblety that would help you anywhere really is to learn the basics of the Gangrel art of Protean, then you could sink into the Earth,

"Bonding the owners... does sound like a valid approach" He concedes

"And your right few people know who the owners are.

"Thoughts on my suggestions of helping her find things like a vacation plan, and private school tuition, you can get people to ignore all kinds of odditys with things like that.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 77):

This plan sounded good to her. With classes starting in two weeks she would need to establish her business fairly quickly. Applying for a business lisence with her new i.d.s would be the first step, and she planned on having Eddie pick up the forms this upcoming dawn. Very luckily for her, the process could be done via mail or messenger, as long as the proper documentation were included.

"You'll have to excuse me, my sire. I must return to my haven to arrange a few orders of business with my ghoul before dawn.". Her recent acceptance, and plan making with him was encouraging. She was anxious now to get things moving.

"It will be a few days before the Paperwork is finished, were busy creating records of your Existence" He smiles "Madam Donahue... in 3 days you can pick up your Drivers license, birth certificate etc, and then you can open an account at any bank you like."

gives location to go

"You can go there, we've got Drivers license, Birth Certificate and Social security card all being drafted just need to slip into the system to get everything registered" Smiles "Behold the strengh of the invictus we can even help you with obtaining a car or motorcycle if you want, you can figure out how to drive from bookstudy, or if we must I can find you a tutor for driving too... pay someone enough and they dont ask questions.."


He nods and lets her go.

the maid curtseys slightly as she leaves.


(Thought we'd go ahead and play through the pick up scene)
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 79):

Jacqueline had purchased a small safe for her faux documents. For all intents and purposes they were her real documents now. She had thought to purchase a bank deposit box instead, but the less opportunities for questions about her youthful appearance, the better. Aside from the fact she would be completely reliant on Eddie to retrieve them for her.

She had sent off the proper copies and forms with Eddie to apply for a business lisence. He hadn't even questioned her reasons when she had asked. It was processing currently, she was sure. She had her eye on an empty venue slightly removed from the businesses surrounding the school. She left a message for the owners the previous night, explaining her interest and desire to view the property during an after hours meeting. It was a medium sized plot, with small shops on either side. The area of town was the old, and original center of town. It was littered with botiques, charming little restaurants, and decades worth of public art contributions. The buildings themselves were old brick or wood, restored and carefully painted. It was the most suitable place in the city for high retail. She was waiting to hear back. She could not, of course, use Sadie's cellphone for any current business. Rather she was using Eddie's home phone, but would need a cellphone.

Once she secured a property, she would contact the vendors, but not before. Because of the lack of credit associated with an i.d. that declared she was barely 18, she would have to put down a large payment with the vendor. Vendors traditionally sold on credit, but in her case, were only willing to lend half of what she needed.

Tonight she would have to feed again. But while it was still early, she planned on approaching the pregnant woman about managing her business. For this, she would need to dress the part. She tucked in her white formal shirt into her tailored skirt. Over this she slipped a fitted formal jacket. Her hair she tied up elaborately; good grooming hinted at authority. The suit itself was a unusual dark and patterned piece, and she added blush to help combat the paleness of her skin against it. Her heels clicked on the floor as she exited her room. Eddie was in the kitchen, heating a premade dinner; what, she wasn't sure. "Good evening Eddie. How's it going?"

he nods "Its doing well enough" He advises.

He pauses

"Your pretty dressed up tonight going somewhere?" HE asks.


The pregnant woman is miserable but is eking it out thankfully shes looking at adoption services currently but hasnt finalized anything yet.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 81):

"I am indeed. Which reminds me, will you do me a favor? I need a cellphone, but for obvious reasons I can't go to a store during the day. I'd like you to obtain one.". She hands him three hundred dollar bills. "Thank you Eddie, you're a lifesaver.", she smiles. She starts to leave, then turns back. She had not given Eddie blood in awhile, and he surely must want some. She bites her arm, grabbing a clean empty glass and catching the drops. She lets nearly and inch seep into the glass before covering the small wound. She sets the glass on the table within Eddie's view and walks out the back door.

She had finally taken her sire up on the offer of a car. While she insisted on independence when she could, her funds were limited, with many demands on them now. She could not deny the need for a car any longer. The car itself was a nice, nondescript black audi. Not too flashy, but respectable. She had never been very impressed by cars, but she was very touched by her sire's gifting of it.

She pulls up to the familar apartment complex. The power lines had been repaired, but the poles still bore black char marks. She walks across the scalped grass and onto the cracked walkway leading to the apartment she had in mind. She knocks, noticing the light cheap sound of the wood making up the door. She looked at the distastefully painted high gloss green, waiting for the door to be answered.

Eddie pauses "you could have checked walmart they and a few other places are open 24/7" Pauses and asks "Do you want a cell phone or smart phone?" curiously

"Can get a smart phone for this much?"

Her Drivers license if she checks says shes 19 "We thought about going over 21, but didnt want to strain credibility too much, You can use a proxy if you need to buy alchahol over the next 2 years.


At the apt complex after a bit the woman answer angrily "who are you and why are you here at this time of night?" clearly angry, then again why would she not be, at someone knocking at this time.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 83):

Jacqueline pauses before replying to Eddie "A smart phone is probably best. If it isn't enough wait until tomorrow night and I'll give you the proper amount.". She isn't interested in getting caught on a store security camara, but she doesn't mention this.

Her blank face meets the answering mother to be. "Apologies for disturbing you so late. You probably don't remember me, though I remember you. We met a few weeks ago. I also remember your unique situation. I have an offer you may be very interested in. May I come in?. She wasn't about to offer this woman a job on her doorstep. Jacqueline probably looked more like a funeral director in her dark formal clothing than a business woman. The fact she hadn't fed only increased the paleness of her face.

He nods and goes.


She pauses looking you over..

"You offering a job, or at least a loan, or you know where I can get some help arranging an adoption?" She asks.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 85):

A corner of Jacqueline's mouth turns up. "You guessed right. I am offering you a job.".She places her hands behind her in a dignified manner. "I'm starting a high end clothing store down town. I need a manager for it, as I am busy during the day, and often with other things in general. I need someone devoted to the job, and I plan to pay well. Full benefits of course. Given your need for a job, and a stable one at that, I thought of you. I would have a hard time doing better in a college town full of part timers.". She goes on "The store does well, you will do well. This is your chance to provide for yourself and your child.".

listens and says "I'd love to take the Job." she says

"I have very little experience" smiles "But I'll do my best"
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 87):

"Pleased to hear it. I'll contact you in the next few weeks. I've yet to finalize the venue, and I have stock to order.". She smiles and leans in confidentially "You can play the part of just about anything. Before long, you're actually doing it, and good at it.". She reaches out and shakes the woman's hand officially "Oh, I don't believe we've technically introduced ourselves. My name is Jacqueline Donahue.".

Before parting she adds "I believe you will do a good job. After all, more than just your future depends on it."

She pauses "Rachel, Rachel Douglas" She nods returning the handshake.

"Thank you Ms Donahue your being very kind"
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 89):

She leaves Rachel to enjoy the rest of her night in peace. She starts the car, thinking about where she will go to hunt. Her usual tricks wouldn't be appropriate in this costume. Perhaps she should try seduction? She had never seduced anyone before, either in life or as kindred. She would likely be able to manipulate her way into a bar. How would she know her limits if she didn't try after all?

The lot of the The Crowbar was small. All of the parking in the old part of town was overcrowded; it had been built for a smaller population, and boxed in by surrounding expansion. She parked on the street. The bar itself had a sign of a crow behind a martini glass, holding an olive in its beak. The subtle and cheery light of the bar poured from its windows. The interior was painted red, and chicly decorated. Although students came here as well, it was not a typical college dive bar. People came here as much for the atmosphere as the drinks.

Jacqueline walks through the door, and to the well dressed doorman just inside. Her black pumps make her at least 3 inches taller, but also accentuate her long, thin bodytype. It is the body of someone lacking the mature curves of an adult woman. Luckily her suit hides a good deal, being designed to cover the breast and make hips look flared. She presents her i.d., not sure if persuasion will be needed or not.

he blinks "This says your 19 Im going to have to ask you to go..." but looks like he could be persuaded if handled correctly, she could use anything from dominate to Social combat

(OOC: I mentioned in message 83 it said that... but of course you can dominate or persuade him)
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 91):

Jacqueline leans closer to him as if whispering, not wanting to make the intensity of her gaze too obvious to onlookers. She stares intently into the man's eyes. "I can tell you take your job very seriously. That's good, the world needs more people like you.". She smiles "Your dedication is important in maintaining the standards of the whole city. You see, I too am interested in upholding and improving the city. This is why in my particular case, it is very important I not be hindered by regulations meant to keep order for those unable to see the larger picture."

She was trying to give the impression of importance and moral integrity; that she was not someone for whom the rules need apply.

He shakes his head "Im sorry young lady I'm going to have to ask you to leave..." unless she has another approach to try she could get bounced if she doesnt leave or do something soon.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 93):

Jacqueline does not like being resisted at all. She would need a lot more practice if she was going to achieve her ends. She focuses one more time, giving it a a last effort. "It really is rather important you admit me."

went ahead and rolled for you sorry, just wanted to speed things up...

He blinks and his get glossy a bit

(OOC: He should obey any 4 words or less command that isnt self destructive But hes mesmerized rest of the night, so you dont have to try again to roll again thankfully)

he listens a bit more compliant now


you can order him to allow you inside, or tell him your 21.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 96):

She seizes her chance, stating simply "I am 21.". She was certain her attempt would fail, but glad it didn't. She gently takes her i.d. back from him, nodding to him as if he had approved her of his own volition.

She seats herself at one of the neat tables against the wall. A female staff member is by momentarily. She looks at Jacqueline a little strangely, but says nothing; the doorman must have carded her. "Vodka and cranberry please." she says. She has no intention of drinking it of course, but it wouldn't do to sit with no glass.

She sits, calmly observing the room, and thinking about the events which would take place in the next few weeks. She is hungry, and any mortal that shows interest will do tonight. She bring her glass to her lips, pretending to sip.

A man comes over hes a bit snappily dressed suggesting hes middle class White collar work

"How you doing lady?" He asks hotly


way he looks at her is kindly and considerate "Would you let me buy you another drink?" He asks thoughtfully.

he seems a calm considerate man trying to be nice.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 98):

She smiles softly "Good evening. I'm afraid I'm a bit of a lightweight. It will take me all night to finish this one. But I would be glad of your company.". She looks at the empty chair opposite of her, inclining her head. Under the persona the man is trying to project, he seems decent and likable. Why not make this easy on him?

He smiles and sits down next to her cheerfully enough..

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 100):

She leans against her chair, with her back straight and legs crossed. Her features may be young, but the way she is carrying herself is an effective addition to the mirage she is trying to create.

The man looks good in the carefully planned lighting. Of course, everyone looked good in custom lighting. She leaves her drink sitting in front of her, not touching it. If she sipped at it too much it would become obvious she was only pretending to drink it. Come to think of it, she wasn't really sure what would happen is she did eat or drink anything. She had never asked, and the only other time she had tried she had found it unsatisfying; she had actually ended up throwing it up.

She raises an eyebrow "So, are you a student?"

He pauses "A paralegal not the best of jobs but it keeps a decent house over my head."

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 102):

"Very respectable. Do you have an interest in law?". She looks more closely at him, trying to gather details. She had already decided she would need to get better at reading people, and at manipulation in general. In the covenant she had chosen, it would be dangerous not to have these skills. This not even taking into account such skills could keep her fed.

In reply to Jacqueline Donahue (msg # 103):

"Only a professional one I fear, its a white collar job with good pay.

"I'm afraid Im pretty lonely... looking for some affection


A few more  minutes through the conversation you accidently trigger something (OOC: You can conciously activate it in the future, just wanted to bring it up.)


You feel a moment of pain and tension,then  heat courses through you and your flesh warms and your lungs once more draw in breath... but you know you have for a few minutes semblance of life, CONSUMED part of your precious supply of blood, that was allready running low...

You can also likely swallow food for a while... but cannot digest it."

(OOC: She doesnt know the half of it, she didnt get ONE SUCCESS to read him)

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 104):

She swallows some of her drink, finding it strange to be consuming something other than blood after so long. Holy crap martinis were strong.. It tasted like what she assumed rubbing alcohol tasted like. Her hands felt so warm. Opportunistically she reaches over the table, brushing his arm, testing how comparible their body temperatures were. It was unlikly that's what he interpreted it as though.

"My name is Jacqueline. Maybe we could keep each other company tonight.". Though she is a little confused by what just happened, she knows she is very hungry. Her reserve of blood feels nearly depleated. She is trying to come off as confident, and hopes she is. She has never played at romance or seduction before.

He nods and takes her with him... he  lives in a small relativel snazzy condo,



He smiles in a friendly fashion  after he locks the door...


(OOC: to keep things in line with Rpols TOS, I'll just ask this, is she going to try feeding during, in lieu of or after "The fade to black"

And another failed roll on your part... might want to consider a dot or two of auspex)

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 106):

She perches more than sits on the green microsuade couch. The place is definitely belongs to a bachelor; decorations are few (though tasteful), and the main investment is clearly the entertainment center.

She is still reveling in the sudden warmth of her body. She felt like a cat out in the sun. The man's neck is all too inviting to her in her current state. She had no intention of actually bedding him, but she would need to confuse him. She gazes at him as he approaches, trying to catch his eyes. She would try to put him in the sort of trance she had managed with the woman she had fed from when she asked to use a phone.

He shrugs her off... His door is locked so you have to unlock it to get out, his windows are barred... and he has a room in his apartment that is locked... clearly, hes afraid of someone sutmbling in there... but why...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 108):

Jacqueline asks directly, "What's in the other room? Have a roommate?". She is a little concerned by the man's behavior, and fears this will go the way of violence and she'll end up with another corpse at her feet. She had strayed too close to losing control of herself lately, and did not want to tempt the beast.

(OOC: I''ll rule she has her knife in her purse, or back pocket. Oh double checked... maybe Increasing your Wits + Empathy dice pool is preferable to buying Auspex)

He shakes his head "No just an art project... I cant show most people... but tell you waht... in a little bit I'll let you see it" He goes to the kitchen and gets her a drink if she tastes it... she'll be able to tell it has something  MUCH stronger then alchahol in it

Want to play Asleep, or what?

As a kindred your not affected... but hes looking with a bit of expectation...)
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 110):

The second she sips the offered drink her suspicions are confirmed. She could almost laugh. A woman all but throwing herself at him, and he was trying to drug her. He must not like his women awake.

She sets her drink down, pretending to be slightly affected by its contents. She walks over to him, circling behind him sleepily and stroking his neck with both hands. She lets one hand trail down his back, scratching hard enough to seem like rough play. She plays at his neck with her teeth, planning to explain away biting as part of the act. She searches for anything nearby she might use to knock him unconcious. He seemed particularly strong willed, and she didn't want to risk hypnotizing him again unless she had to.

He blinks "Feeling a bit Drowsy?" He asks... seeming suprised she's still concious.


He shrugs and seems to decide she's helpless enough will unlock the door,  to the locked room,

She sees 7 Young women dead and preserved somehow or another in various macabre poses

Their IS A suprising degree of artwork put into it, to be fair.

"How do you like my art?" He asks casually.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 112):

"It's a poor impersonation of life." she says harshly. Something about killing just for the pleasure of it seemed like poor sportsmanship. She could not begrudge him the enjoyment, but for her it was only natural it should coincide with a physical need, such as feeding.

"No. are you feeling drowsy?" she says, hoping again to hypnotize him, she stares hard at him, and unblinking. If she fails, she will have to draw her knife. Though that might be best, considering he was a trophy hunter.

He grimaces "Tough talk little girl... we'll see how you like becoming one of my exhibits..."

He blinks as she locks eyes with him... and will obey any unambiguous command with 4 words or less...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 114):

"Hold your breath for 3 minutes." she commands. Whatever else he might do, lack of air would certainly leave him at a disadvantage. If she was lucky, maybe he would even pass out. She certainly had to dispose of this man at some point, in some way. She could not leave him to prey upon the female population. It drew far too much police attention to the murder rate in this city. Maybe if she got him caught it would be far more useful to her than his death. Killing for pleasure alone and saving bodies the life had fled from struck her as slightly disgusting. Such a waste.

She waits for the man to obey, and swings her hand upward towards his nose. She wants him as close to blinded as possible. The tearful , pain induced clouding of a broken nose would be ideal. If she is to leave him alive, she will need to draw enough blood to make him pass out, or wait until his lack of oxygen makes him black out. She must be careful not to make it too obvious what she is. She will have to leave no wound, and leave him confused. It's not as if he will share this experience with anyone she muses, almost comically.

(OOC: You do know that any injury, at all, ends mesmerism? Keep that in mind)

HE screams she Punches him and his nose is now bleeding
 He gasps for a second to draw breath back in
Hes going to a dresser to get something but now his backs to you.

(OOC: Good time to grab your knife I think)
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 116):

Jacqueline pulls out her knife moving with determination at the man's turned back. Giving in to the enevitable, she stabs directly at the back of his neck, hoping to damage the spinal cord. She had hoped to avoid killing him, but that just wasn't going to happen.

She curses herself for not waiting longer before breaking the mesmerize with the blow to his nose. Perhaps she was still clumsier with her abilities than she cared to admit.

The blade misses and hits his shoulder, he shouts a bit... and is grabbing a Machette

He then lunges at her with it, but achieves only a glancing blow

(OOC: 1 damage to both of you... and hes got a bigger weapon and more training it seems then you, luckily you have the power of the night at your command...)

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 118):

She snarls at him, showing her fangs. Any chance of subtlety is gone at this point; she lets go all pretenses of trying to appear human. "Perhaps you should abandon this game and become a true creature of the night.", she says, trying to tempt him. She knows full well she cannot embrace, and wouldn't want to embrace the likes of him anyway. He doesn't know this though. The idea of becoming kindred should be extremely appealing to someone like him.

She waits for his reaction, atempting to dominate his mind. She wants him to find her appealing, and to accept her offer. In that case she will simply drain and dismember him, rather than truly embracing him. The process is pretty similar, so he won't know the difference anyway, if he does accept.

(OOC: Another detachment roll another success)

He blinks and seems stunned a second then goes "Sure... why not." Kneeling and offering himself to Jacqueline.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 120):

She approaches, taking her time, as if she is some magjestic thing. She kicks the machete away gruffly, then stokes his face gently with one hand. She stares down at him neutrally, playing up the part. It occurs to her he may just being trying to draw her close, and as much trust is required of her as is of him. The machete is out of reach, but he is not powerless yet.

As no mortal is aware of the actual process of the embrace, she bites her wrist. She offers him her wrist, as vampires in movies do before or after draining their intended offspring. In truth it would make him more vulnerable to her, and more reverent of her, right up until the end anyway.

He drinks her blood deeply and looks up at her with adoration...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 122):

Jacqueline delcately bares his neck and bites. Her hunger is extreme after the events of the night, and she draws at his neck ravenously. He surely assumed she would need to drain him to 'turn' him. She could feel his heart beating faster, and stroked his hair comfortingly.

After what seems like a very short time, the man's pulse starts to falter. She has to allow his weight to sink to the ground. She seldom could allow herself to drain someone so completely; it was incredibly satisfying.

She is ironically very glad of the machete as she removes his head and limbs. The police would likely be more than a little confused at the grizzly scene. She wipes clean the weapon's handle, and the glass she had used. She wasn't sure if the invictus had influence with the police, but she didn't want to have to rely on that.

Well he is dead and dismembered you have 8 more vitae

Do you look for a key, or try to bash the door down, you MIGHT be able to do that with your monstrous strengh

Your able to find the key to get out after 2 or 3 minutes of searching, he has it hidden in a out of the way location in a clothes drawer.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 125):

Jacqueline lets herself out with the key, wiping it and throwing it in the nearby bushes on her way out. She would need to tell her sire of this. In this particular case, killing that man was more of a public service than an indiscretion on her part. It had gotten her thinking though. She would need more regular haunts for feeding. If he hadn't been such a liability, she may have even kept him as a ghoul. It had crossed her mind.

For now, dawn was only a few hours off. She retreats to her haven. Eddie is asleep when she enters, but hears her come in. He had fallen asleep on the couch, and sat up yawning. "Good evening Eddie. I've had one hell of a night.". She sits next to him in a friendly gesture. Also, she was feeling quite worn out, and enjoyed the creature comfort. Her earlier semblance of warmth and life had gone, and she was cold and pale once more. She removes her heels, glad she hadn't bloodied her clothes. Her body did not grow tired in the same manner it had when she was mortal, but it still felt good to sit.

He nods "Of course" and helps her put her shoes away...

"anything I can get you?" HE asks eager to be helpful.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 127):

Looking at Eddie, she is glad now she had killed the man. As a killer herself, she had had a moment of hesitation. What right did she have to dissaprove of his butchery? He reminded her of a sick animal that needed to be put down, more than anything resembling kindred though. He hadn't deserved to be part of the same species as Eddie.

"I just desire company." she says simply. It was nice to be adored. Not for the first time, she wonders sadly how good of a friend Eddie would be without the vitae. She had been fond of him before creating the bond. What would happen if she one day released him? It might be a terrible risk on her part.

He nods and chats with her for a little

(Just something I imagine is coming in a bit)

Her Sires Sighing but understanding, about the incident

"Jacqueline, it could happen to anyone, a terrible danger when you feed on blood and only operate at night" He advises Gently

"I'll see to it that our contacts in the police force look into it and see if theirs anything that needs suppressed"


His voice terns slightly cooler.

"All the same however, This incident is only a valuable unlife experience, if you learn something from it, tell me what has it taught you Jacqueline?"
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 129):

Jacqueline looks down contritely. "I tried to avoid it, there was no other way. I'm sorry.". She thinks "I have learned I need to keep my sword with me, and be more careful about who I stalk." . Though she felt she had eliminated a potential problem.

"Maybe in time I will become the thing such people should fear. Not the other way around."

"All this is true... though also, you should have learned its important to know how to read people That will prove terribly useful in court too."

He nods "Somenight Perhaps yes, you will become beautiful and Terrifying one of the great Nocturnal Nobility" sighs "But that night is a long ways off"


"You dont need the sword, a revolver is much easier to hide." He advises her


(OOC: To do that Perfectly you need 2 dots of obfuscate... consider other disciplines before commiting on that course Protean lets you grow claws.)

Again, not to harp on it, but your rolling a chance dice for rolls to read people, its Wits+empathy, its a good idea, especialy joining the Invictus, to pick up a few points of empathy and raising wits wont kill you)

"Why dont you hunt in my domain for the next 2 or 3 weeks might be less chance of difficult encounters coming out of nowhere?
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 131):

She accepts his offer gladly. She had left far too many corpses lately. She truly hated the idea of carrying a gun, but did not say so. The noise of a gunshot would bring police, and worry nearby people. She would carry one if her sire wanted her to, but she would be very reluctant to use it.

She knew the time for the funeral of Sadie Jenkins was imminant. She and her sire had made all the preparations. All that was left was for it to be carried out. She waited only on her sire's word.

Amongst other things, in his loot she finds, a womans watch going for 4 grand

4 sets of earings ranging in price from Costume jewelry, to one that has authentic sapphires in it

2 graduation rings, from separate high schools... one is a deluxe ring, set with diamond flakes on the side.

1 diamond ring set on a gold band, likely an engagement ring

1 Broach, and 2 necklaces

a smarphone, a somewhat dated laptop, and a credit card... if you act quickly, you might be able to put some money on it.

She keep it for herself, sell it or what?


*******

4 days latter her sire approaches her "Its time, were going to arrange for you to be found drowned..."

he pats her shoulder "Its going to be ok, allright?" He comforts her then

"Please change into something casual." He advises her.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 133):

Jacqueline instructs Eddie to hide the assorted jewelry she had come across. There was no pressing need to sell it yet, and the longer she waited, the less chance it would be linked with any missing women. She warns Eddie she may be gone for a few days to weeks. She was planning on being in forced torpor only a day or two, but something may not go according to plan. She reguards Eddie seriously "You know I haven't been what I am very long? I have to show my family I'm dead. You and my maker will be the only other beings that know I exist.". She gives him the location of the plot that had been chosen, and warns him of behaving if he should ever cross paths with her sire. Somehow having Eddie know was comforting; and probably wise as a backup. She leaves Eddie with a small glass containing an inch or so of vitae.

Jacqueline's outfit looked casual, but she had actually selected it quite carefully. She had paired skinny jeans with thin black sneakers, and a pink long sleeved shirt. Over it she wore a simple hooded zip sweater. She nervously seats herself on the familar leather furnature of her sire's sitting room. She feels a knot in her chest. If she was human, her palms would be sweating. Not only does she fear the pain of being staked, but the significance of the next few days is not lost on her. She would wake to a world where she had severed ties with everything she had known before.

Her sire nods "While staked you'll see and hear things that are likely going to be disturbing but none of its real, try to hold on to that."

With that he gets out a stake, and without further preamble Drives it thru her heart

For a brief instant it is painful... then she feels cold and crippling lassitude

*****

(OOC: Just to be clear, this is a torpor dream)

Sadies's 8 years old(you can decide what shes wearing alltogether) her parents are bragging about what shes accomplished academicly while talking with friends aat a luncheon

Though the conversation is about her, she is only invited to talk to answer questions Her entire life thus far seems scripted like a play, where she simply plays a part

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 135):

Jacqueline barely has time to flinch before the stake decends on her. If she had a moment to think, she may have been grateful. She concieve of falling, or of anything much more than pain and cold.

Sadie looks at the faces of the adults speaking about her, some glacing at her, but most engaged with one another. She feels the old disguarded restraint press once again on her uncomfortably. She wants to interject, but mouth can't seem to form the words. The scripted responces pour from her as if someone else controls her body. She throws the impulses to move an arm, a limb, anything. To no effect. She is a prisoner in her own body. She wants to scream against the building panic, but it only makes her feel more bound.

The sunlight moves in a strange way, churning slightly and un-naturally. Wait, sunlight? Something about that seems important, but her mind is foggy. The faces on her peripheral vision distort, yet snap into focus when looked at directly.

They smile

"So whats Sadie want to do when she grows up, hmmmn?" A neighbour asks beamingly bending down to look at her.

"A doctor, a lawyer, a scientist?"

She pats her on the head.

Her mother "Im pretty sure she doesnt want to go into politics"

"Well?" The neighbour asks curiously.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 137):

She knew the answer; she wanted the power to sieze her own freedom. There could be no freedom without power. Presteige, money, material things meant very little to her, but they meant everything to everyone else. "I'm interested in the sciences." , are the words that come out.

No matter how she struggled, she stayed firmly anchored in her preprogrammed body. She was truly powerless, without even the ability to perish and free herself in death. She lamented how she had come to such a pitiable existance.

"Thats a wonderful field my dear" She says giving her a kiss on the forehead.

It moves on a bit, shifting slowly imperceptably from this childhood frustration to several other fears, she sees herself not invited to partys in School, Some of her tenative fears of unlife as a kindred also manifest, That unlife, may be just as stratified as life was, the Invictus is antidemocratic after all.

(OOC: Feel free to create some scenes from any subconcious fears you think she'd have right now)

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 139):

Jacqueline can see too blurry figures struggling. She walks through a hallway she recognizes as her sire's haven. It is much longer than it should be, in fact it seems to stretch on forever. As she nears the struggling shadows, the darkness lurking in corners and behind furnature begins to creep out. The light retreats until only a ten foot radius around her is lit, and she reaches the figures. It is her sire and an unknown kindred. The sheer, obvious strength opponant is frightening. He holds a stake which he pushes ever closer to her sire's chest. She knows if he is forced into torpor, his opponant will devour him.

She screams, rushing at the combatants. Her footsteps slow to a crawl, her arms weigh down. Her stretching hands are clawed in a way she has never seen before, but they feel as if they belong to her.

Halfway through the Scene she finds herself suddenly shook awake, She feels herself stirring once again Ravenously hungry but able just barely to move...She is dressed  in her funeral dress and inside an opened coffin that is 6 feet deep.

Theirs a half dozen people there including her sire the others have shovels, clearly a lot of work went into digging her up.

"We decided to wait 5 days so their wouldnt be too much attention to your grave, didnt want grass to have allready grown over it either 5 days seemed like a nice round number"

Her Sires there and asks "Jacqueline, Jacqueline, do you know me?" He asks in a tender tone, with a trace of genuine worry.

Every moment the hunger floods through you. Every muscle aches... if you look at your arms you will see you look now almost as much zombie as Vampire, your able to act now solely through Willpower

(OOC: Another detachment roll, another success. Yes in 2nd edition Things like Torpor family dieing, etc, can force a detachment roll. Yes this is a bit more grimdark)

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 141):

Apparently she had decayed as a normal body would have in torpor, and she felt like a decayed body. Her flesh was discolored and sallow; her nails and fingertips a sickly dark blue-green. Her neatly combed hair and black dress were very much at odds with the vistage of death it framed.

She blinks in confusion at her sire "How could I not know you?". Just speaking is a supreme effort of will. Her dream still seemed very real, as dreams do in the first waking moments, before they are dispelled. "Did you kill him?" she asks.

Her attention is driven to the surrounding shovel bearers, and her senses drink in their smells; the sounds of their hearts. She is filled with a rabit, all-consuming need. Her darkened fingers grab at the dirt at the edge of ther grave, and she claws at the loose dirt. After a second she gains purchase and lifts herself up with great difficulty. The grass beyond is wet and slick. She heads toward the nearest heartbeat, unable to think of anything else.

"Kill who?" He asks curiously

"I told you right before staking you, you'll experience things in toropor that arent real its important to hold onto that"

Her sire commands her Sternly

"Jacqueline, do not molest the diggers I can help you find someone nearbye"

He leads her out and sure enough they find a young woman maybe early 20's standing over a grave placing flowers Crying over a grave on her own...

"Leave her alive if you can dear" He advises and leaves her to it.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 143):

Jacqueline stops stops in her tracks, almost groaning with the effort to retrain herself and obey. She walks sluggishly where her sire leads

The young women's attention is on the grave in front of her. In the small part of her mind not consumed with hunger, Jacqueline knows her appearance will be horrifying to anyone who sees her like this. There is no hiding the fact she looks dead.

She closes the space between them after what seems like far too long. She turns the woman holding her head between her hands. She concentrates with everything she has, commanding "silence.".

The woman gasps in horror, but is unable to Scream the command is too strong... She stays there helpless and trembling

Her blood is hot and Nurturing ending your Nearly week long Fast you can repair the Damage to your body and blush your flesh quickly enough.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 145):

Jacqueline revels in the return of firmness to her skin, flexability to her limbs, and the energizing effect of the blood. She stops with great difficulty, wanting very much to drain the woman.

The woman is weakened, but alive and very frightened. Jacqueline would need her to forget. She licks matching wounds in her neck, helping them heal over to leave no trace. She looks at the terrified young woman trying to induce hypnosis "You hit your head, are you alright?". The woman may not know it, but her survival depended on her reaction.

Already the night felt so much more alive, her senses were sharp once more. She could see the color of her victim's eyes, which were a lovely shade of green.

"What are you talking about you Crazy bitch!?" She snarls at first

upon a reapplication, she blinks and turns doe eyed the anger out of her voice and face

"Oh that was... quite a fall I must be getting pretty clumsy since my Dad died" Sighs...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 147):

Jacqueline's first order of business was to alter her appearance. She enters the house through the back door leading into the kitchen as she normally did. Eddie was bound to be worried; though she had warned him she might be gone up to several weeks. She heads straight for the bathroom. The old tiny tilework was original to the house, off-white with pretty blue patterns. She shed her soiled dress and shoes, wrapping herself in a towel. She knew the basics of cutting hair, but she had never used dye before. She opened the cabinet under the sink where she had stashed a box of hair dye. It was much much lighter brown than her natural color, but not quite blond. She had considered blond possibly too eye catching, and she didn't want to be noticed all that much for awhile.

After rinsing the dye out of her hair, and washing her grubby self, she reaches for the sizzors. She was no stylist, but could do a decent enough job.

She admires herself for a moment, making sure the cut was even before retreating to her room to dress. She is reluctant to touch the dirty dress and shoes again, but not because of the dirt. She leaves them where they fell on the floor. The dreams and loss of the last five days are something she does not want to dwell on right now.

She emerges dressed in a sheerful pink dress with spandex leggings that ended in lace around the knees. She seeks out Eddie, knowing he must have heard her. "What do you think? Different enough?"

Her sire and the others will get to work on the dirt, and her sire asks "Which would you prefer, keep the coffin, if you ever need to go into torpor, you may want to go to ground some day and it is a pretty nice coffin have to admit, or bury it empty, we can do either, but dont worry about it being hard to transport were experts at that kind of thing"

******

Eddie blinks "I think so its hard to tell its you... but your still pretty as always" He smiles

he will in a bit gather up the funeral dress and ask what she wants done with it.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 149):

Jacqueline sees the practicality of keeping the coffin, and agrees it is a good idea. "Thank you." she says sincerely. She knows much if not all of this would not have been possible without her sire. Some kindred no doubt, had much less nurturing makers, and had to struggle much harder because of it.

She wonders if she will see her sire on the hunt himself; but he doesn't seem like he really needs to anymore. She will spend the next week in his area. She supposes it's only lucky no other kindred were in her immediate area when she was embraced. Perhaps her sire had considered that.

The shorter cut of her hair feels strange against her neck. She moves it experimentally. She replies to Eddie "burn it.". She shudders. She would never be able to use it anyway, lest it be recognized. But even if she could, she wouldn't.

"I need to sleep Eddie, the dawn isn't far off.", she touches his arm affectionately, before retreating to her light-tight room. Soon she would need to get a bed. But tomorrow night she planned on contacting the property owner of her chosen venue for a formal viewing. She had not been sure when she would be able to contact them again, but they had already agreed to a night time viewing. She is already quite sure about the property, but this last step was more to confirm and sign papers. She breathes in simply to let out a long breath, relaxing into her nest like pile of comforter and blanket, hugging her stuffed animal to her.

(Burn what I didnt understand what she was wanting burned lol

Edit: Oh the dress sorry)

He complies gladly

Next night she arises and its time to meet for the discussion.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 151):

Jacqueline had put on a "adult" costume; a grey pencil skirt with a thick grey formal shirt, tailored to be close fitting. She was establishing a high end store after all. She carried a small leather sachet-style brief case, which held assorted papers and the revolver she had agreed she would carry. She wouldn't need it tonight, but it was a habit she was determined to keep.

The glass door was unlocked. It was framed by old wood framed window boxes, recently painted and in beautiful condition. The storefront conveyed the sort of well-established, restored beauty she wanted. The owner was just inside, under lights towards the back of the building.

"Nice to finally meet you Mr. Tanly, thank you for agreeing to come out at this hour.". She keeps her posture, carefully cultivating the image of her she wants him to have. "As you know, I'm quite pleased with this property. I've already made my decision, if you've brought the paperwork. I'd like to begin stocking this week, and be open by next."

He nods, "A pleasure, of course, Ms Donahue"

He nods "You've offered a fair price, I agree"

Hes glad to sign the paperwork, giving her ownership of the property.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 153):

She shakes the sellers hand once more upon parting. The tall black haired man hands her a small ring of keys, and exits through the front door, seeming pleased with the deal they had struck.

Jacqueline looks around silently. The wood floors reflected the lights outside, and the faint sounds of nearby bar and restaurent patrons reaches her ears. The street was charmingly lit by strings of white lights after sunset. It was a popular area for shopping and dining, and most visitors to the city ended up here.

She steps cleanly on her heels, making her way out and locking the door behind her. There is a pleasent breeze tonight. It pulls at her senses. She feels restless against the responsibilities that had weighed on her lately. The entire point to her wanting power, was also to free her from it. She wanted nothing more than to flit about for the rest of the night. There was still one more thing to attend to however. She pulls her phone out, dialing the recently programmed number titled "Rachel Douglas". She wais for it to ring, not sure if she will need to just leave a message.

She responds on the phone "Ms Donahue?" She asks curiously

"I can start work immediately... but cant do much bending or stretching, Ma'am" She says the word 'ma'am' in all sincerity.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 155):

"You will be able to hire up to 4 employees to start, you are simply managing." she assures her. "The stock won't be here until day after tomorrow. But you can hire in that time if you wish. It would also be a good time to prepare an office here. It will be your office, so it's your call. I will have a key dropped by your place tomorrow. I will check in to see how things are going in a few days. Until then.. She hangs up, happy to be relieved of the last obligation for the night.

Jacqueline enters her haven again, this time impatiently and with pent up energy. Letting go of her previous life had loosed something in her as well. She changes her clothing to a tight long-sleeved black dress. She adds neon pink tights and high pink heels. Though she still looked young, the cut of the dress and additional height of the heels helped offset it. If she wanted to play with the inebriated an unaware, she would have to look the part. She pulls on her fluffy animal backpack, zipping up the revolver and a large knife in it.

"Eddie, I need you to deliver this to a Rachel Douglas tomorrow., she hands him one small silver colored key. She does not explain her outfit, but says only "I'm going out."

The line to the popular club "The Peacock" was relatively managable tonight.

He nods "Consider it done"

She can find a few people in drinking and laughing right now... she dominate the guy at the door from the start?

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 157):

It was a well known rumor this club often was none too careful about who they let in. After various slaps on the wrist they tightened up their regulations, but it never lasted long. If she was lucky, she would not even need to persuade the doorman. If she was unlucky she wouldn't get in at all.

She approaches the bouncer, and tucks a $100 folded neatly under her i.d. as she hands it over.

He pauses and blinks but seems to get the message and accepts the bill and lets her in. He nods to her as he gives her her ID card back.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 159):

The large room was dimly lit, being illuminated mostly by colored lights. Partial barricades were scattered in strange places throughout the club. Met to be part of the effect, they were opaque and partially transluscent.

She saunters up to the bar and orders a sprite and vodka. She wonders if she can induce the same warm blooded sensation she had some nights ago. It would be much convincing to be able to make a show of drinking than to hide the fact that she wasn't. She focuses, not sure what she should feel like.

It takes a bit but shes able to do so, feeling her flesh heating up, her bloood circulates and her flesh is again coated in sweat...

She look for someone to stalk ?

After a bit she notices another kindred which is weird as this in her Sires domain Any kindred she sees is either a guest of his, or a poacher.

Its a young man with a burly and fearsome disposition.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 161):

Jacqueline stares with great interest at the young kindred only 50 yards away. The smell of human is thick, and the sound of music vibrates in the air. She sips her drink, moving slowly. Could he tell what she was the same way she could spot him? She moves closer, working her way around jostling bodies, stopping a mere 7 feet from the other kindred.

She glances at him, taking a closer look.

He looks at her Dirtily "What ya Want!?" He demands slurridly.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 163):

Jacqueline bristles "Is that how you speak to someone when not on your own hunting grounds?". She keeps her voice low, though the chance of being overheard in a place like this is slim. She wasn't exactly sure what action was required of her if any, but she is fairly certain she cannot permit a blatent crime. The kindred's demeanor alone makes her doubt he has any affiliation with her sire whatsoever.

She flashes her fangs, knowing any onlookers likely to write off most things as the influence of drugs, lighting, alcohol, or all three.

He pauses "You think I'm afraid of yer daddy" Snickers a bit "Let alone of you!?"

He seems a trifle more nervous then his words let on, but doing his best to keep up bravado and bluster.

"You wanting to take me on, little girl?" he says in the tone of a dare.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 165):

She stares placidly back "Not particularly. I came here to have fun. You won't be having much fun if my sire finds you. It's a little foolish to assume you are more powerful than a kindred you have not met, don't you think?". She honestly isn't sure she can take this kindred in combat. She also isn't sure if she has an obligation to.

She wasn't lying about her sire though, that much at least should show in her words. His were not so steady as he tried to make them seem.

He glances at her...

She feels the animalistic instincts well up within her to fight or flight.... But shes able to overwhelm them quickly enough...

(OOC: Page 92 Do you want to counter challenge, withdraw or what... withdrawing could make you look weak and his attack isnt that strong)

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 167):

She practically growls "Leave now, while you're still ahead.". She cannot back down from this challenge, that she is sure of. She stands with her body facing him directly, waiting to follow him out. She will make sure he retreats, or else follow him to where their quarrel can be settled.

He winces Feeling the majesty of your beast wash over him... "You have no idea, do you what its like, to have to care for yourself night to night, your Daddy" He uses the term spitefully "HAs taken care of you since the night of your embrace, I have to see to my shelter from every sunrise, I have to poach in order to live, I dont even posses recognition from the prince, Why?" He asks rhetorically, "I didnt have a sire to pave the way for me, I am solely responsible for my own Fate"

OOC: He seems to have a low opinion of Kindred society in general.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 169):

Jacqueline is struck by pity for the kindred in front of her. She takes no offense to his spitefulness or language, knowing he is partially right. She had been chosen by a powerful kindred, that had taken her under his wing. The only thing that seperated them was circumstance. Well....perhaps not the only thing. The greatness he sensed was part of the essence which her sire had endowed her with. A birthright if there ever was one. He had not been so lucky.

She drops her stance of aggression, straightening. "Then ask my permission. I will allow you to hunt on my territory. I will speak for you to my sire as well. I cannot promise his acceptance.". She steps closer, testing "If you ask, I will say yes. And while I allow you on my land, I will offer you some protection as long as you don't cause problems.".

His plight had moved her to mercy. The first night she had been left to find her feet had afforded her the barerest hint of the struggle this kindred endured. He lacked her sophistication, yet she felt the only right thing to do was offer him her hand. If he would take it.

He grimaces but nods "Yearh... thanks... Anything you want from me?" He asks "I only know so much but can teach a bit of the Disciplines I have learned

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 171):

"I will gladly learn anything you have to teach me. My name is Jacqueline Donahue.". She says, bowing slightly. She wonders what clan he had been embraced into. He had not recieved recognition from the court, nor perhaps even his own sire, but surely he must know what clan he belonged to. She holds her tongue though; this was far too public a place to talk about these things.

"I'm Eric tanner" He says still a bit gutteral

accepts her hand

"Been avoiding Politics since being embraced 3 years ago..., if ya want I can walk out with ya, and starto show ya how to do somethins, it takes more then a nights practice though..."

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 173):

Jacqueline links her arm around his, prompting him to lead. To any onlookers it would only appear they had had a few too many, and were leaving together. Even in heels, she was much shorter than him. Her youth and the fact the was "leaving" with him might raise a few eyebrows on the more sober patrons. She leans close as if divulging something alcohol induced, but says softly "On the contrary, I hope to get into politics.".

Eric Tanner's situation was precisely why she wanted the power playing politics could afford her. He was beholden no nobody, yet he had no real freedom. He lived in the shadow of the court at great risk.

As they get further away from the noise of the club, the crowd thins. A few people are scattered along the wet sidewalk, making their way to businesses still open at this hour. Many of them were drunk and seeking out food. She lets Eric lead in earnest, he would know the best place for what he offered to teach her.

He takes her over to a park and says "Yar probaly suspecting I want to bind ya" he sighs "And well Ya, I'd like ta, but I know your too smart for dat, He bites hier hand  and she can smell his blood, Thin, perhaps, but wild untamed, and feirce.

"You canna learn a magic, not native to yur clan, unless you drink first of one who knows it."

He seems to be telling the truth, but her ability to read people was recently proven to be rather abysall.

"As for what I can teach?"

He lays down on the ground and the earth swallows him... seconds latter he emerges again

"Its a bit of a difficult trick to pick up,but it can make the differnce between Dieing again, and not, and I prefer to stay walking, Not sure how useful a trick it is to someone with a secure haven"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 175):

"Havens are only so secure. This is a very useful trick.". She could lose her haven due to any number of things. Invasion and fire being the most relevent. She feels a moment of concern for Eddie.

Jacqueline knows drinking his blood could make her vulnerable to him. He might very well be telling the truth. Unsure what effect a command would have on another of her kind she locks her intensity and focus on him. A command rolls from her throat "Tell the truth.". It is not meant as an insult to him, merely as a safety precaution.

She could not expect to gain knowledge without some risk, but she would at least use the abilities at her dispense before accepting blood.

"I AM telling the truth!" HE snaps "I hate it when people do that, Meddling with our free will Strutting around all high and mighty... and yes Im telling you the truth, I had to taste Zetels blood to learn a few tricks from him about sharpening my senses, part of how I survived this long

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 177):

Jacqueline smiles, relaxing her stance "Can you blame me? I'm much younger than you, you know. I was only embraced a month or two ago.". She considers "I apologize for my lack of trust. I've had the luxery of command; it's not easy to trust blindly.. The more she learned about this kindred, the more comfortable she would feel providing him protection. Her offer hadn't been an idle one. She felt he deserved some safe harbor.

She accepts his offer of blood, with slightly more humility than moments ago.

The blood courses through her, wild, feirce, strong and primal, even if the blood is in fact Thin, Her blood, her sires tutelage has taught her to be a regal, beautiful, but remote, and removed Lady of the night, one who Commands rather then does

This stands in sharp contrast to the power she now feels coursing through her

The spider taking the fly caught in its web

The shark seeking fish, slowly, yet inevitably

The tiger racing through the jungle

His clan lacks social graces it occurs to her, largely because such things seem immaterial to them.

When the rush passes she'll find that Her frame is somewhat more maleable

And are at least able to make heads or tails, of his instructions... though its mostly academic exercises for now.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 179):

Jacqueline does not shy from the taste of his blood. Most Ventrues she suspects would be repelled by such wild persuasions; she drinks it in deeply. The mixture of savagery and nobility in her veins is strange, and interesting.

She listens attentively to Eric's instructions. After many attempts, she manages the ground swallowing the length of one arm. The grass is scarred with a perminant ripple; she is far less graceful at it than he.

After a time she asks curiously 'Did you know your sire?"

Shakes his head "No, I woke up abandoned on the street one night I hope sometimes my Sire is just testing me for some inscrutable reason... and when thats done... He'll come and help me gain recognition... My only other hope of recognition, is to join a covenant... The Carhians are borderline communists, and I have trouble with their philosophys... The Invictus would likely not have me... and the Lancea sanctum... I went to 4 or 5 black masses, Even those without recognition are tolerated there, but decided its just not for me... Ordo Dracul I have difficulty wit some of the more metaphysical aspects of their teachings, let alone being an effective slave for years on end

The circle I think of now and then, but some of what ive heard the trials are like... is terrifying)

Joining a covenant and being accepted would give me SOMEONE to vouch for me when I sought recognition

(OOC: Ok with me adding a point of empathy, to her CS now? You havent answered my PM suggestions thought I'd ask...)

He pauses "again tommorow?" He asks

Its a slow gradual dawning.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 181):

She nods "Yes, tomorrow.". Her pity for him increases. His hope of his sire one day returning went against all good sense and the harshness of the existance he had been thrown into. They were not coming back. She said nothing though. How lonely he must be. Her pity shows obviously on her face.

She drives to her sire's house. She wants to see him, but she also knows she must inform him of the guest, if not on his territory, then hers. She waves to the guard, who waves back. She had never learned his name, but she knew his face well by now. He was a middle aged man with dark brown hair tending to black. His hairline was receeding slightly, though bore no greys yet. He was in surprisingly good shape for someone who mostly sat in a booth while on duty. He was good at his job, and genuinely friendly.

Her sires disappointed visibly "You found a poacher?" He asks

"If you wanted tutelage in Protean, I could have helped you find a tutor within our ranks..." sighs

"I want to make sure of one thing you know why we have, at times a draconian attitude towards poachers?" he asks wanting to see how well she understands things.

"If you think he's made it far enough to survive, he might be able to attend elysium but we fight poaching as we do for a reason"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 183):

"No, I don't." she admits. "I granted him permission to hunt in my area. I feel badly for him. I offered him what protection I can.". She says so with a hint of pride. What was the value of the Ventrue's virture if they could not grant mercy where it was needed? Was their hold on power so tremulous a lost creature like this could threaten it?

"By failing to answer Poaching, we invite future poaching Childe, This, asides from the display of disrespect it involves, Also weakens the Masquerade,Because of potential overfeeding in a location, keep that in mind my childe Overfeeding from a single location can get dangerous, and is often times the instigator of Human hunters"

He sighs "I do understand philanthropy my dear, I still try to practice it, but a  reliable statistic, shows that maybe 1 in 8 neonates survive to become ancillae, From this you should know 2 things, that, " shakes his head "Sadly Final death comes to many in their first century of unli and sadly this is just the way things are. If you want to help this one young unbound then do so, but do keep in mind" He advises firmly, "If you want to become an Elder yourself dear, you have to be wise and prepared for multiple contingencies"

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"I understand." she says. "He was poaching out of desparation, not disrespect.". She clenches her jaw "I don't want to be an elder if that's what it means. I would rather die with my ideals, than live thousands of years without them." she says fiercely. "If this neonate tries and fails, then I will accept it. He has not even had a chance yet.". She continues "Sometimes might and grace lie in in retraint.".

He had wanted a childe of moral fiber and intellegence, well now he had one. Maybe he could not have known she had a wild streak. Her passion might well bring the trouble to them both. She almost seems to have a hint of anger in her voice.

He pauses and smiles a bit sadly "Well spoken childe, but more then one callous elder once spoke as you now speak"

""Their are ways to help him establish himself... one, the Gangrels magic of shapeshifting while being VERY useful for combat, and a variety of utilitarian purposes, is of limited use in feeding. We Ventrue command, Mekhet can read minds and find which person is most likely to be an easy mark

Nosferatu can paralyze with Fear, both the Nosferatu and the Mekhet have a penchant for becoming invisible

Finally the Daeva Charm.

Any of these magics is far more valuable to feeding on a night to night basis,

But be cautious of teaching dominate out of the clan, once you've taught such a thing, you cannot control what it will be used for

This would help him... giving him a position as a leg breaker, or such, would allow you once hes done a few jobs to petition the prince to grant him recognition, everyone wins"

he pauses

"Perhaps the safest solution, is for him to leave the city and live as a nomad, traveling between regions then he could settle down somewhere in a decade or two"

He sighs "I know none of these solutions is ideal child but it is not an ideal world"

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It had occurred to her that she may not want to offer Eric her blood. She would continue to learn from him, and if she decided he was trustworthy, would offer him the ability to command. It was perhaps the most valuable way she could help him. As her sire says, he may then be able to find acceptance.

"I will discuss these with him. I will teach him to command only if I find him trustworthy.". She assures him.

He nods

"Another issue, you were an excellent student, could you sumrise the issue of opinions on illegal immigration?" He asks curiously

"Trust me this is relevant here"

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"Nationals of poorer countries enter the country illegally to find work at a higher wage than is avaiable in their home country. The wage disparity between the two allows the wealthier country to pay them much less than the labor is currently worth in their market. Though they are taking advantage of the illegal aliens, they are still earning a higher wage than they can elsewhere. This creates cheaper products in the wealthier countries, but the employers do not take any responsibility for their workers, nor pay into social services, so the ones who end up paying the price are the natural citizens. Opinions on what to do differ wildly of course." .

She falls silent and watches her sire, wondering where he is going with this.

"The illegal immigrants themselves are not evil, just poor desperate poeple wanting a better life for themselves and their Family.

Their not bad people but they often times create social ills, the state, seeing things from a larger perspective, that Illegal immigrants create economic disruption, or cultural Conflicts."

"Similarly I dont think Most poachers, amongst kindred are evil their desperate to survive, either having been illicitly created on the ove, or on the run from the court.

But the disruptions they could cause, not their intent, is what needs to be considered child" he advises her.



He smiles looking her over "Thought about getting a gown or two tailor made?" He asks her brightly wanting to move on to another subject.

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Whether it's the blood Jacqueline had taken, or simply something that has laid dormant, for the first time she pulls away from her sire. She doesn't see the metaphore and reality being the same. She tries to conceal her reaction, but it's unlikely she can hope to, from someone who not only knows her well, but has observed kindred and human emotions far longer than she had even been in existance.

She accepts the change of subject, replying "It hadn't crossed my mind. For what sort of occasion should I be prepared?"

He lifts an eyebrow, but doesnt comment.

"Needed not for really anything... Is it something that would be nice to have, yes, especially as it helps to freshed your existence just a little, and getting things custom tailored earns you a bit of esteem... if you want something to prepare for, Next Month, we plan to Hold a salon at a friend Mansion" he advises her.

He nods

"Also I know your rationalist in your approach to things but you might benefit from attending Sanctified Mass occasionaly, just to know what is taught there and how it affects. And once or twice, it rarely happens, but when the Circle invites outsiders to their rituals its worth attending those too, they usualy try to imp

"How well do you know chess, it could help you  sharpen your wits my childe, to practice through the night for a few weeks, until you know inside and out the moves of each piece" smiles

"It is also, indeed an enjoyable past time"
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She nods in agreement at his tailoring reccomendation. "I have been well schooled in chess. I was league champion in middle school. I found I didn't have time for it later on.".

She pauses "Who is coming to the salon?". The prospect of meeting other kindred both frightens and excites her. She would have to learn to mingle well if she planned to go into the politics of the court.

he nods "Several Invictus of various standing, as well as a handful of guests from other covenants, who attend to keep a hand on the pulse of things, be cautious of mingling too freely childe" He advises

"It will be a bit before you become a full member but if someone addresses you ,Its best to be capable of proper responses, " He pauses

"Try not to mingle too freely, as your still young, and be sure not to leave my sight, the prince has recognized you, but I'd prefer to monitor how you conduct yourself, to be sure your not being taken advantage of, or tricked into a rash oath" he says tenderly then

"would you care to try a match sometime in the next few days?" He asks smiling.
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Jacqueline smiles "Why not now?". There was time yet until dawn, and if her sire invited her to sleep here, she would have time to play.

He smiles "Very well Jacqueline"

He pauses "Another thing, I've arranged an instructor to teach you the basics of Larceny, I know you dont want to live a life of theft, , goodness knows, I want better for my Childe Blood of my Blood, but its a good idea to know how to pick a lock, And if you wake up from torpor many centuries from now, without a cent to your name, at least in currently accepted currency, knowing how to pick a pocket, is not a bad thing."

He shows her his chess set and it is expensive of course.

Made of marble and onyx

"You dont need an expensive chess set to be a master player of course,but nothing boats of sophistication and intellect, like seeing an expensive chess set in your parlour."

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She studies The beautifully carved peices arranged on the board. "I would like that. I'll admit I've already found that would be useful in some situations.". She delicately places her finger on her pawn sitting on 2h, moving it to 4h.

He nods "Good to know my dear" He looks things over carefully...

He moves a pawn from 7b to 5b

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Rook from 1h to 3h

knight from B8 to A6

He nods "A few other expectations you need to note down, one thing I need to impress on you about our clan, we can be vain, but we try to be polite, avoid, except when referencing Damnation, or Hell in a spiritual context, the use of expletives.

This is another tell tale distinction between us and the Daeva they are often times Crass... they see themselves as more humble" he sighs

"I wont lie, their are a few ventrue whos vanity meant their ends... but I think we have a lot, all the same to be proud of" Goes to retire with the dawn

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Jacqueline listens silently, considering his words carefully. The more she learned about Ventrue, the more apprehensive she became. She could not claim to be any better though. Though truthful and noble in a way; swearing to die for her ideals was certainly prideful.

She watches him go, before rising and following suit. She makes her way to the same room which had been offered her before, with it's canopied bed and dark gleaming furnature.

The day comes and then evening again...

Her sire introduces her to the tutor he had found her to see her instructed in the basics of larceny

Hes a Mekhet only a few years longer embraced then her, and appearently knows much of how to steal things... He wears mildly ragged jeans but seems quite knoweldgegable.

He shows her a lockpick and explains a bunch of princibles about trying to trip a lock, how difficult its become with more modern locks.

"it requires a light touch, a lot of cunning, and quick thinking... you can enhance your precising and capability immensely, if you burn some of your blood to do so, but be careful, when you do so, you accelerate your feeding schedlue, sooner or latter it will mean someone dies" he cautions

"While I say quick thinking, a lot of times if you take your time and arent impatient, or have circumstances dictating you operate speedily, which does happen occasionaly, you WILL succeed"
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Jacqueline for once, does not take to lockpicking as quickly as she had everything else. She growls in frustration at a lock that refuses to open, throwing it across the room. Very few skills and lessons had ever eluded her, and she did not cope well with failure.

The instructor shakes his head "Its a delicate and difficult thing ..." Explains things about pins and tumblirs etc... "Be sure you know what your doing" He advises.

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She takes a moment to calm down, before retrieving the lock. She pries the tools as diligently as she can manage for another 30 minutes before the lock finally clicks open. She sighs. Finally.

She declares the lesson over before her tutor does, clearly impatient and fed up for the day.

She takes leave for the night, promising to return the next night. Trying to learn a new skill that did not come naturally to her had worn her out. She retreats to her haven.

Eddies there and nods "How are you doing?" He asks.

Hes taken care of the duties she's given him of course, everything is in order.

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"Good evening Eddie!" she says, hugging his torso. She was happy to see him this evening surprisingly. Eddie never asked anything of her, and reminded her of being Sadie.

That's why she was reluctant to ask of him what she was about to ask. She was left hungry by the demands of the last several nights. She had many things to do tonight, and no time to hunt. She had to meet Eric, not only to touch base but to continue lessons. The recent employee she had gained would also need more specific instructions.

"Eddie, I need to take some of your blood tonight." She straightens and looks slightly up at him "It won't hurt."

He pauses "allright" Not able to say no... He moans in pleasure at her kiss...
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Jacueline bites as delicately as she can, not wanting to cause him undue pain. To her surprise he actually seems to enjoy it. That was something she would have to take note of; apparently those with a blood bond experienced feeding differently.

She takes only enough to satify her hunger, careful to lick the wound when she withdrew. "Thank you Eddie.". She pauses "Make sure you drink some water.". She exits through the back kitchen door. Her outfit was pure black today, and the darkness outside swallowed her readily. She had been told the kindred who shared her alignments had a flair for the dramatic, and she thought the black skirt and velvet long sleeved top with tie were appropriate to that. Having just "died" to the world, and needing to eminate formality for tonight, her dark outfit carried the perfect amount of morbidity and a twist of humor.

Before dropping in on Rachel, she pulls up to the front door of her budding business. She is pleased to see the sign she ordered was already installed, and the window displays were in the process of being set up. Her copy of the keys clink as she opens the glass door. There is no need for her to turn the lights on; she doesn't need them.

A mixture of full and empty racks and displays are carefully arranged. Half the stock had arrived apparently. She makes her way back to the small office. The desk is full of papers and receipts. A desklamp sits on its surface, and an empty mug. Satisfied with the store's progress, she walks out and locks the door behind her. If everything else arrived on time, and Rachel had found employees of decent caliber, opening this next week should be possible.

It only takes 7 minutes to drive to Rachel's nearby apartment. She wonders if Rachel is planning on moving now that her income had increased. Surely she did not intend to stay here. Indeed the store would have to open soon, and start earning, because the account numbers she had given Rachel did not have endless funds.

She knocks on the cheap ghastly colored door.

Rachels there, shes doing her best to try staying healthy "Ah Miss Donahue please come in" She invites you...

sighs "Im not planning on moving right away but putting some money in savings then looking into taking out a loan on a house" she says brightly... then sighs

"When my babys about 4 or so, and wants a room of her own"
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"Oh, then you're having a girl, congratulations.". Rachel was clearly starting to think about the future, which was a definite improvement. "I simply stopped by to inquire how the business opening is going. Everything looks mostly in order at the store, have you run into any problems?".

She seats herself on Rachel's couch, but manages to still look imposing, even sitting down. The couch itself is relatively new; the dark color minamalistic weave that was in style now. It clashes wildly with the beaten down green shag carpet. It is decptively comfortable though.

"I expect we will be open by next week? The rest of the stock is due any time now."

nods "Yes, I've decided to go through with the delivery, and to keep her" Smiles.

nods "I can meet your deadline." She assures her

"anything else I should look into Ma'am?" is curious.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 214):

Jacqueline smiles, delighted with Rachel's efficency and competance. "Thank you for your excellent work so far. If you have trouble contacting me, please contact a man named Eddie at this phone number. I am simply not available during the day, but he will take a message if it's important.", she hands her a written phone number. She is careful not to contact Rachel's skin. She had not made the effort to warm herself tonight.

Jacqueline looks down at Rachel's belly. A bump is just starting to show. She is not surprised though. Twenty weeks was the usual time to determine the sex of the baby, and just about anyone started to show then. If you need anything, let me know.". She had given serious thoughts to her sire's advise about creating a blood bond with Rachel. The risk to the baby was just too high for Jacqueline's liking though. She smiles again, faintly and leaves without further discussion.

Jacqueline didn't bother to change her clothes before seeking out Eric. She wonders what he will make of her carefully coordinated presentation. She walks out into the dark park area, strolling and waiting.

Rachels motivated, and serious about her work


Eric has arranged a 3 night stay in a cheap hotel "Got some money from a robbery recently" he explains "Do you have a swimsuit, if not steal or buy one\ in the next 2 or 3 days, then I can take you through a little exercise." He explains "It will make sense when its time" He assures her.
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Jacueline gives Eric a strange look, but replies simply "Alright". She falls silent for a minute before saying "I've decided I want to teach you the ability to command. You don't have many options for acceptance within kindred society, and I want to give you one.". It wasn't Eric's fault he had been embraced then abandoned, It wasn't his fault he had ben embraced into the clan he was. If such a thing had happened to a Ventrue, they would not have turned their backs so readily. At least she hopes not.

She is not sure if Eric knows just how big a gift this is. Ventrue was prideful, and did not let lend it's power away easily. She bites her arm, drawing blood, and offering it to Eric.

he pauses and grimaces "Yeah, well thanx"

(OOC: Sorry for the deliberately bad grammar trying to make him feel like a dumb uneducated Jerk

Oh, just out of morbid curiousity, really enjoying a lot of your attention to detail on your chars fashion... what kind of swimsuits she go for? )


Then reluctantly he reacher forward and drinks willingly of her blood drinking deeply of her vitae then pulling back.

"I believe I can do  dis" He assures her.
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Jacqueline pulls her arm back after he draws away, holding it upward slightly against her body. "Within the vitae there is an innate authority. Do you feel it?". She watches him carefully. This area of the park is not lit at all, but she doesn't need the light to see him. "That is what you use to issue a command. It must be something simple, and short. It must also be something that is reasonable. You cannot command someone to jump off of a cliff or slash their wrists. It has to be within the realm of natural possibility for them.".

She hopes Eric will use the ability responsibly. If he doesn't she may be held accountable. She would have to monitor his movement for awhile. If he proved dangerous to her, she might have to make efforts to control or eliminate him. She also isn't completely sure what a blood exchange between them will do beyond the trading of skills or abilities. His blood had surely encouraged the wild natured part of her, which is rarely allowed to the surface. She had liked it though.

he looks for a traveler and is only able to accomplish so much this first night.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 220):

The dawn is approaching before Jacqueline knows it. It had been a full night, as she had anticipated. She bids Eric goodnight, and heads slowly back to her haven.

Eddie is asleep when she arrives. She is careful not to wake him; there was no reason to do so tonight. He would need his rest if Rachel needed to contact him, or if Jacqueline asked favors of him.

She makes an effort to move silently, and retreats to her sleeping place. Tomorrow she would have to ask Eddie to buy her a mattress. Sleeping in a closet didn't become the new image she was making for herself.

She ask him about the Bathing suit too?

she able to get to sleep easily enough

She wakes up in the evening eddies well rested enough...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 222):

Jacqueline wakes in the darkness of her closet. She slides the door open as she does every evening, and steps out of her nest of blankets and comforters. Tonight she has no official business to attend, so she decides to don a younger looking costume. She slips on a tee and thin sweater that comes down to her mid-theigh. The pink leggings match the color theme of the sweater, which also has small ear-like pieces of cloth sown onto the hood. The puts on her fluffy animal backpack, containing her small selection of weapons. Tonight she also packs her bathing suit; a frilly pink two peice. She knew how to swim, and well, but buying a simple athletic one peice didn't seem like it would serve her any purpose if she did happen to need a suit. Now she wishes she had purchased a one peice as well; it would be far more practical. It wasn't important enough that she felt she needed to bother getting another however.

She walks into the living room to find Eddie. He was almost always in the living room or kitchen. "Good evening Eddie.". She faces him fully "You know, if you're going to be acting as my personal assistant, I may as well make it official. I suppose there is more there than just a business relationship, but I think it's only fair you should be paid for what you do for me. I also provided you as my daytime contact for my store manager. What do you think?"

He nods "Its agreeable" He says

smiles "It feels good to have a purpose in life finally"

Erics at the hotel, its cheap and a bit shoddy, and in rather poor repair, but hes there he shows her around, its not quite rat infested but a lot of things look like they could use replacing

"Helps me to avoid notice, being in a place this lowbrow" HE sighs

"Still, would not mind greater wealth, or power" He admits "We could each take turns at the bathroom change into our swimwear, then I can walk you through some exercises at the pool?" He asks curiously.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 224):

"Sure" she says simply. Nothing of the surroundings really bothered her, but Eric seemed to think it should. She supposes it's easy not to desire comfort when you had already been given a measure of it; and she had. He was right in theory though, other kindred would judge him based on such things. It also surely afforded him no power, and hinted that he had none to speak of. She steps into the small adjoining bathroom, and exchanges the pink frilly bathing suit for her clothes. Her body looks thin and immature in the suit, but the shape of it hides some.

She steps out, backpack slung over one shoulder, and leaves the door open for Eric.

He goes in and changes into a black and blue swimming suit.

"The pool is usualy clear enough " He tells her

"we can do some practice, and also" Smiles "We can swim a bit"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 226):

Swimming had lost most of it's charm for Jacqueline after the years of swim team she had participated in. She shrugged anyway; she was interested to swim now that she didn't have to breathe anymore. "I doubt a little cloudy water will kill us." she says, not meaning it to be a joke.

She follows Eric down to the hotels small pool. She sets her backpack nearby, where she could reach it easily. Very unlikely they would run into trouble here, but it was a good habit to always have her things within reach. Without preamble, she dives into the pool shallowly.

The water holds no shock for once. Her body temperature is exactly the same as the water. She holds a depth of 2 feet, and pulls several well trained strokes toward the deep end. She wonders what Eric could possibly have to teach her as she surfaces.

He takes her through some exercises

"Be like this water" Shows her a cupful in his hands then pours it back into the pool "Who could find the exact same water again... be like that when you seek to meld with the earth"

He sighs "Im going kinda gung ho I know but it may help ya since its hard to learn a discipline not favore naturally by your clan."
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Jacqueline takes to the idea of merging into water much better than earth. Years of swimming had familarized her with the idea. She had shown some talent at swimming in former years, but nothing more than that. It had been another activity to add to her transcript. After about an hour, she feels she has gained as much as she can from working with the water. She has noticed, unless she takes a breath and holds it, she is far less buoyant than before.

She lifts herself out of the pool, not bothering to dry. The temperature had no effect on her. She addresses Eric "I may be more pressed for time very shortly. I am about to begin night classes, and several other endevors related to them.". She pauses "If I don't see you for some time, please do your best not to kill or cause mayhem in my territory. We will have to be cautious feeding in the same area.".

nods "I can survive" Emphasizes the term "I can subsist on animal blood, But every few weeks I just want human blood, it tastes better."

(OOC: Just out of curiousity, what night classes does she pursue?)
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Jacqueline had never fed from an animal. The idea seems slightly distasteful, and far less exciting than feeding from humans. She says nothing though, only bowing slightly before slipping her clothes on and taking her leave.

She had some hours left before dawn, and hadn't enjoyed a free night in weeks. It was a lovely night; cool with a slight breeze. Very inviting. She drives her car back to the main drag of the student hangouts, parking just outside of the best lit area. She exits aimlessly, strolling along the sidewalk. The concrete had been poured a very long time ago, and sparkled in the lamp light. That had been popular long before she was born, but she had to admit it had a certain charm to it. At this hour, only the most desperate of students were up studying. And of course the most drunken or high of party goers. A handful of the businesses boasted being open 24 hours: the coffee house, local kinkos, pizza place, and a bookstore. All lured the type of clientele awake at this time with one or more strategies; greasy food, caffeine and comfortable study nooks.

well after a bit she sees a drunk Fratboy wandering around, then he approaches, and trys hitting on her... big mistake.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 232):

She smiles at the poorly coordinated flattery directed at her. She is not smiling to placate him, but is actually having trouble not laughing openly. Judging from the boy's state, he wouldn't know the difference anyway.

She looks at him playfully, approaching and looking into his eyes. "Come with me." she says brightly, not putting the force of anything behind her words. She didn't think it was needed, he was suggestible enough.

he follows her blithely like an idiot...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 234):

Jacqueline catches the drunk's gaze, issuing the command "hold still.". There was very little she could do to make him fear for his life short of outright attack with so much alcohol coursing through his system. If she was gentle enough, he might not even feel pain at her bite. Surely he would write off strange memories (if he retained any at his level of intoxication), to a wild night out.

She waits for him to obey.

He complys and he also seems to almost enjoy being fed on.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 236):

Jacqueline is more than a little surprised at the fratboy's reaction. His blood seems to have an especially sweet note to it, and she bites slightly deeper, enjoying the hot blood running over her tongue. Reluctantly she withdraws, not wanting to leave him dying in the alleyway. She licks the poorly clotting wounds to erase any trace of her feeding.

She looks the fratboy over, thinking, and allowing him to see her. If she presented herself as underage, he would not discuss what they did, and he actually enjoyed being fed on. She slides her hand into his pocket, drawing out his cellphone. He offers no resistance; doesn't even question her in fact. His face makes it clear he is swimming in the afterglow of whatever pleasure the feeding had brought him. She was at a loss as to why he had reacted this way, but why spit in the face of fortune? She enters her own cell number, and hands it back "We'll do this again.". She waves behind her with the fingers of one hand as she walks out into the street, leaving him where he stood unsteadily.

Hes able to walk away at this point thankfully

His cell phone has the usualy numbers family friens, a pizzeria

Say in another day or two she visits her sire, he'll explain

"Most of those you've fed on originally, have been unwilling victims?

Those who are willing find the kiss, what we call it, very pleasant, leading to them being more likely to offer themselves in the future"

"This is how we build herds of willing vessels, sometimes we still like a bit more fear... but even those with no ethical issues with forcing people see the practical benefits of a herd of willing victims."

pauses

"Curious do you have a golf club, shoes and outfit my dear?"

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She nods back "I had the slightest suspicion there might be those that enjoyed it.". She loved to hunt; whether it was barbaric or not to take from those unwilling. Having a reliable and willing food source was definitely something she wanted available to her however. Some nights it was a struggle to feed, especially when she was short on time. It was also dangerous at times.

"A golf club? I'm afraid I've always hated golf.". She would of course do anything her sire asked of her, but she had despised the game since her parents forced her to take a few lessons. That was one of the few times she had dug her heels in and refused. Thinking about her mother and father, a sad looks crosses her features for a moment. It is fleeting though.

He nods

"Their are many ways to gain willing sources of blood, the most famous of course, is seduction." Pauses

"also you can feed on the sleeping, if you do it gently enough, they should have nothing but bilissful dreams of the kiss."

"Finally more then a few build cults around themselves, but be sure such a thing doesnt risk the masquerade


"As for Golf were planning on reserving  a golf course, at some time in the next few months, it will be a good chance for socialization my dear"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 240):

Seduction had worked for her for the first time, but it probably was largely due to the fratboy's blood alcohol level. There was no missing the fact of her youth the way she had been dressed. Feeding on those deeply asleep was also something to consider.

Jacqueline needed every opportunity to socialize with kindred in power she could get. Still, she flinched at the idea of having to play the retched game. "If you wish it, I will do it." she says.

nods and pats her on the shoulder "Dont forget, this is part of why I arranged to get you tutelage in the art of larceny too." smiles

he nods "Good Childe, the ability to take orders is a mark of one who will one day be in a position to give them, you may find yourself ordered at some point to do something far worse then a game you find uninteresting." sighs

"Keep that tragic fact in mind"

nods then "I'll cover your things dear, again, make sure things are fancy, but not TOO fancy. I can help you with selection if you want?"
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 242):

Jacqueline has to admit she has no idea what would qualify as tasteful when it comes to golf. "I would be glad of the help, it is not something I know much about.". She would wait for his summons, since the next night she would be attending her first round of classes since the embrace.

She was actually looking forward to classes. School was something familar; her arena. She would also need to start becoming more involved in the social workings of the university, at her sire's request. She had a lot of investigating to do, to see where manipulation or a blood bond would be most effective in achieving her ends. Applying to internships under certain professors would give her access to the administrative side if she played it right. But for now it would be easier to get involved in student clubs or government. If she did well enough in those, she might even kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.

Respectfully, Jacqueline excuses herself, and bids her sire goodnight. Tonight was a good night to wander around; students were out on the town more around the beginning of semesters. In particular, she knows she will need to make a group of friends. Friends with ties to major circles. This would take some observation.

nods

looks up some websites devoted to golf clubs and shows her various outfits, and smiles as he explains things.

(OOC: My sister says that shes ok with taking me to play golf when I visit her in florida, but doesnt want to play at one of the courses on disney world)

she also finds... students go to several places at night she might consider


Theirs 2 or 3 restaraunts, problem is holding down food once shes eaten it or explaining not eating.

2 or 3 taverns, and a night club.

Oh and of course the campus library she MIGHT be able to meet someone worth knowing there...
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 244):

Jacqueline follows her sire's reccomendations on equipment and clothing, not at all concerned about what she wears, and not having any real opinion on equipment herself. She does however, carefully note the places of interest. Restaurants would be an obsticle for her, she would probably have to avoid them unless dining proved absolutely necessary.

The only real difficulty with trying to cultivate power in influence within the student population, was the rapidly changing nature of it. Most students only stayed 1-4 years (depending on if they flunked out). Many transfered after 4 years to complete higher degrees at places more specific to their field. In that sense, targeting student leaders and administrators would have the most lasting effect. It would be very helpful if she could become an organizer for the student government and groups. She simply could not afford the time and effort of being invloved in so many things at once. But someone who handled the schedualing, printed off copies and took down messages for them all would allow her access without too much effort. Ironically, this position which she desired was easy to obtain; it was volunteer work at the student center.

The activity center welcomes her without a question

"On your recent employee, thoughts on my suggestions of helping her find private schooling, or a vacation plan? Obviously theirs such a thing as too much generousity, of course, but a bit of excessive magnamity, can help if

pauses

"A note, if it ever comes up... I know of no first hand accounts, but if you do make her a blood slave, beware, several academic references I've ran into suggest suggest that the bond is subject to be shattered by the force of a mothers love. Never take any action to harm her child or to remove them from her custody... those who " Hesitates a second "Breed slaves, essentialy, generally either leave the children in their mothers care, until their old enough to be put to work, or kill her outright"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 246):

Jacqueline surprisingly shows geniune distatse at the brutalities her sire mentions. "If I have to resort to barbarity to hold power over people, my grip on power is poor indeed.". The way she saw it, power gained through abuse and lack of respect for things so innate they could break blood bonds, was not the type of power she wanted. If she did ever do anything to shatter the blood bond, she didn't deserve Rachel's servitude.

She hadn't given her blood yet anyway. She probably would in the future, for safe measure. Rachel was not so important she could not be replaced. Jacqueline would rather free her than ruin her in some way. In a strange way, she felt a little protective of Rachel; in the same way she did for Eddie. If it came to it, she would rather let either of them free. Even if it meant trouble for her.

She doesn't share these thoughts with her sire however. She just doesn't think he would approve of her closeness to these mortals.

In reply to Jacqueline Donahue (msg # 247):

nods "A valid point, you would not believe how many kindred had to find that out the hard way" He says with a sigh

"Now for more of your instruction" He sighs

"A legend that you should know, is the Owls they've been spotted in town in the last few years, the strix" sighs

"I didnt tell you your first few nights ofo undeath because." Shivers

"For the most part we treat the strix ... the way Humans treat vampires, many believe their a myth many of those who know otherwise, consider them a curiousity"

pauses "But ah what are they?" He asks

"They look like owls, made of shadows when you see them in their true form at all they claim a common origin besides kindred, and all are quick to anger when we suggest otherwise, but the exact taleis ever changing..." sighs

"What IS known however, is that they like us, feed off of life, though they feed on breath, rather then blood, they can posses corpses, and they often develop Curses like some kindred who are especialy monstrous. A need for an invitation, vulnerability to holy symbols, etc"

pauses

"And disturbingl,  many of their powers seem custom tailored to affect Kindred, to influence us and understand us"

pauses

"But what is their agenda?" pauses

"They seem to find us contemptible for our effort to retain some sliver of humanity... and think we are in need of... lessons, in monstrousity. their powers usualy help them facilitate this, they try to drive us to even more brutal outrages, then we might otherwise pursue. They are capable of possesion. Possesing an ordinary corpse or Kindred, and even in one or two accounts, a Mortal, using them towards their own ends"


sighs "Where they come from, what goals do they pursue? No one knows... know only that any pact or dealing with them is punishable by final death... in rome an entire clan the Julii who some authoritys think our clan is descende from... no Factual records confirm this to be true... but they and we did have similar dispositions, and assortments of disciplines"

goes through his study and gets out 2 or 3 OLD and decaying books. she sees depictions of Owls similar to those she thought she saw when walking out of the party before her embrace..

"Some have been spotted in the city, my childe, know that these beings are the boogeymen that Vampire shudder to think of"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 248):

Jacqueline listens, extremely interested in this impromtu subject. She sits unbreathing and still, all focus turned to the story her sire is telling.

"I've seen one. Before I met you. The very same night in fact.....and the night before.". She remembered the nagging feeling of being watched even the nights up to her embrace. It was strange to remember her very human emotions of the time. "I felt watched many nights, and also the nights on which I saw this creature.". She looks a little uncomfortable "Were you following me before that night?". If he had been, her brushes with this strix thing might be less than she feared.

"Not in the month preceding your embrace" He says with a sigh

"I'd researched you for 7 years Yours was on a laundry list of prospective childer I was looking into... your not the only one who got invited to pay me a midnight visit" He says then smiles "though the others got polite nothings, or token effort getting tablets or smartphones"

sighs "But hadnt looked into you directly for weeks..."

pauses

"Its one of Three things, they could see something about you... or they noticed my interest in you" sighs

"Finally they are just starting to get active in the town and were destroying them as speedily as we can... maybe you were just a momentary curiousity for them as they checked the town out... hopefully"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 250):

Jacqueline looks hesitant. "What am I to do if I run across one of these creatures again? Have we no defense?". She had to admit she had the pride indicitive in her clan, and did not want to run from a fight. However, it would do no good to fight something she could not defeat.

Sighs

"Precious little recourse my dear, the Circle of the crone, or the Sanctum, with their Sorcery, are somewhat better at making war on such creatures.... Fire and Sunlight both drive them back... if you find a Strix possesing a host, set it on Fire, with no way, at all, for it to flee anywhere

and you've likely destroyed the Strix"

sighs

"still yes it is probaly best to flee,  to hope they dont give you more notice"

Carresses her arm gently

"I'm just trying to keep you safe, you understand that dear?" He asks.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 252):

"I understand." she says gratefully. The possibility she may still have something to fear in the shadows was not only surprising, but also unwelcome. She had liked the freedom of no longer needing to fear the dark. She had simply assumed kindred were the most dangerous things lurking under the proverbial bed.

She muses to herself, that it might be nice to test just how dangerous these creatures are. Even to talk to one. Since she had come to the university, she had been more and more reckless. After a lifetime of doing only proper and safe things, of staying inside the lines at all times, she yearned to step outside of them from time to time. Her embrace had introduced her to the ideas of ruin and abandon. After all, she had technically died. All those rules and all that propriety, and had it helped keep her alive? Had she been glad she had avoided every danger and pitfall?

After nearly a full three minutes of silence, Jacqueline asks quietly "Has anyone ever talked to one?"

He sighs "Yes my Childe, many have, some have even made deals with them..." His voice hardens,

"But know that to treat with owls, is an offense punishable by final death, and is viewed as blasphemy by both the Circle of the Crone, and the Lancea Sanctum"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 254):

"But why? Why is that?". It seemed strange to her kindred would be so offended by something that could hunt and kill them, when they themselves preyed on humans. Not that human and kindred were on the same playing field, certainly. Surely there must be some deeper reason behind the circle and lancea sanctum's sweeping judgement. Perhaps it was because the loss of humanity went hand in hand with a loss of control for kindred. The strix did encourage that.

he sighs "More then we fear the final death my childe we fear becoming Draugr, mindless beasts living only feed, to kill and to maim."

he sighs for a moment then adds

"The Strix seek to make us just that...

The Sanctums volumes forbid any traffic with them if ever read the testament of longinus you will note this"

"The circle while they accept that monstrousity may be our final fate, and show a rare serenity, even in the face of the prospect of becoming Draugr, viewing it simply as "The end of a cycle" their no more eager to see that happen then anyone else, as how can they continue to honor the gods, if they lose all emotional stability... rather then engaging in bloody primal worship, they lose any capacity for higher emotions , such as faith. "


"The strix are rationaly, intelligently, methodicaly and calcuatingly unremittingly EVIL in a way no Kindred ever could be"

"We go insane in short order when we act like them"

He pauses and asks "Would you be interested my dear in learning how to speak with and command animals, my dear they make good sentrys or scouts, and many other cunning uses" He advises smiling...

"And an advanced sset of skills building off of Animalism, is the ability to influence humans, or other vampires, animalistic instincts, useful for many things."

he pauses "Have you any reason to travel, people you wish to see or places you wish to go?" He asks her curiously

"Know that most kindred do not travel,It will be rare indeed where you have the opportunity to do so, many kidnred are only academicly aware that their are other community, many view those who travel regularly, as vagabonds, with little regard for the traditions, and all too often this is the case, though their are legitimate reasons to travel, if you achieve great wealth, and want a penthouse, or such, obviously you'll need to move to New york, seattle, vegas, or someplace like that...

he nods and bids her good night

Well she visits Eric again in the park and is able to with reasonable certainty join the earth and separate from it, like with a drop of water added to the pool

"Only so much more I can teach ya, you might want to find other gangrel to learn a bit off of them" He advises...
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 256):

Jacqueline doesn't show much interest in the prospect of commanding animals. She had simply been curious about the strix, which was a true owl about as much as a shark was a minnow.

She is satisfied with her progress as she unmerges with the ground of the city park. She smiles, taking a moment to celebrate. "How has commanding been going for you?".

"Its a facilty that our clan has a natural, in as much as anyhting about us can be said to be natural, disposition towards, its worth exploring, if you ever need to scout out an area youd be suprised at what you can learn from speaking to animals.a Raven or vulture, can see almost anything from the sky, a rat can sneak all kinds of places"


Eric nods


"slowly but surely" He says with a sigh

"Its taking time but I'm growing confident. I've heard of other gangrel being capable of doing much more then I can, but you'll have to seek them out... I've been pursuing training in Abilitys outside of my clans natural predispositions, which makes it difficult to have as much time devoted to honing my protean form"

He sighs

"You wont need additional draughts of blood to further hone your own form you do however need a teacher, as Protean doesnt naturally resonate with your clan, keep that in mind" He sighs sadly.




Latter in the month its time to prepare for the Salon, her Sires told her to be careful how she dresses, and "Again, stick close to me, converse with no one I do not introduce you to" He himself is dressed impeccably In a full suit, and a Silver Necklace with a Rose quartz setting.

"Keep in mind what I told you about gifts, my dear, Accepting or refusing a gift, both ways send a political message, dont focus solely on how much you want what is offered" He says firmly
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 258):

Jacqueline had spent more than a few hours selecting what she thought would be an appropriate outfit. She had settled on a chiffon dress with a dull finish in a clean shade of ivory. Though it demurely wrapped around most of her shoulders, it left her clavicles exposed. It had been stitched with clean hard lines, creating more than one layer in some places. Though it was made to appear artistically slightly random and effortless, it was actually painstakingly tailored to the body it surrounded. A filmy gausy over-layer covered just the lower part of the dress. It reminded Jacqueline of very expensive clean white sheets in the elegance of a well made dress, as strange as it sounded. She had kept her jewelery simple; a glittering set of crystal earrings, and nothing else.

She arrived early in the night, before the other guests. She wanted to be there for introductions. It was also appropriate she should arrive first, as her sire's childe. Mostly she was concerned with passing the night without making a social or political blunder.

She greets her sire, somewhat nervously. More than strictly nerves, she is excited and frightened all at once.

Their both expected and invited in by a ghoul

The music played is beautiful indeed, blood is offered in wine glasses some of it is VERY unique tasting...

An hour into it, the Daeva Primogen Mr Westfield is speaking a bit freely

"The Heritage of the Daeva is ancient, ere the days of Rome, Ere, the building of the Pyramids, we were, we ruled in sumeria, the ventrue have ruled only since the fall of rome, yet all too often become princes?" Asks as if he finds that absurd

"Why? A simple talent for directly commanding others? Daeva are smoother, we dont leave the hurt feelings the ventrue do, and charm our way into gaining concessions."

Her sire pauses and asks "Jacqueline, would you  care to answer Mr Westfields statement" Clearly having confidence she can poke holes in his logic.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 260):

Jacqueline smiles agreeably. "Oh certainly, simple talent for command indeed does not make a ruler. I agree with you completely. Even I can tell there is far more to the to the princes of clan Ventrue, else they would never hold a crown.". She continues "As for hurt feelings, surely you don't think Ventrue could compare to the exquisite, effortless grace of the Daeva?. She says this last part teasingly, as if confirming what he already knows. "Our strengths lay in other areas. We can only hope to take a lesson from the Daeva to rule in beauty..

Jacqueline is careful not to address the fact that the Daeva are no longer in power. Moaning about the power that clan held in the past will bring them no closer to holding power now. She accepts the stratagy of the gracious victor, openly agknowledging the areas of superiority in the dethrowned clan.

nods "A fair point, but what of Modernerity?" He asks


"Your clan was established in the first nights after the Camarilla's fall, and trys to pretend the modern world away, the more wealth you achieve,"  Pauses and raises a hand "And I'll grant you do have a talent for achieving it..." He allows then

"But the more wealth you achieve, the more you tend to cut yourselves off from Humanity"

"My own we as I allready mentioned were established Ere the building of the Pyramids.

Yet we are generally quite at home in a night club, living amongst the throngs of humanity


Amongst your own clan do not forget the Maccelarius, brutal cannibals who eat human flesh, and engage in the most odious forms of conspicuous consumption.

or the Melissdae, who sought to turn humans into mindless drones, and set themselves up as Queen Bees, over colonys of "workers"
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 262):

Jacqueline listens attentively, politely giving her full attention. "There are a variety of groups surrounding any who hold power. As well as unfortunate heads to any empire. Surely you would not hold the entire Greek civilization responsible for the unfortunate rule of emperor Nero?. She pauses "I do however, agree with your sentiment on the Ventrue's shunning of modern life. Not only might it prove a weakness, but it might also prove very dangerous. As a newly embraced Ventrue, I only hope I can add the benefits of my age to the wisdom of Ventrue in time.". By this, she means she hopes to change the very concern he pointed out. She is no fool though; she has no power in her clan, and it might take a long time to gain any. She knows she has to maintain a humble stance.

There is no point in hiding anything this obvious from fellow kindred. Perhaps by openly admitting it, she might gain allies outside her own clan.

Another kindred nods coming over wearing a suit having fair skin and brown hair...

"Every clan has bloodlines, that the clan as a whole would probaly prefer to forget... among the Lowly Gangrel Mekhet and Even NOSFERATU you'll find bloodlines such as the Yagnata Who are as capable of functioning in the aristocracy as the Ventrue, You'll also find REPREHENSIBLE bloodlines within every clan"  he points out sagely

"Samuel White, of Clan Mekhet" He introduces himself

Mr Westfieldnods " A Fair point childe clearly your sire made a fair choice when he embraced you" She gets the impression they were... appraising her to see how good or bad a choice her sire made in embracing her.

"I've heard your working on establishing your own business how goes that endeavour?" asks curiously.
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after a bit a new figure is introduce "A new Mekhet on the scene we wish to introduce, that all may make her feel welcome, A'lia Badru, make her feel welcome as a sectmate.'" He says with suitably pompous language.
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A'lia wanders through the door, painfully aware that all eyes are on her and thankful that she can no-longer blush. She keeps her head down and makes her way directly to the bar.

All eyes are upon her, noting carefully any jewelry, and her style of dress...

She awkwardly sips her drink and fidgets with the chain around her wrist, suddenly feeling terribly under dressed in a pair of slacks and and white blouse. She tries to scan the room without making eye contact with anyone. "just make it through tonight A'lia" the tells herself "one night and then they'll all forget about you." She isn't accustomed to this kind of attention.

they nod at meeting her, and 2 or 3 are still appraising her slightly another asks her "Would you care for a game of blackjack?" He asks her curiously.

Fucking Blackjack? she thinks what is this a saloon? "Sure, what are the stakes?" she replies, happy for the distraction.

Pauses "Was thinking no wager, just see how you could handle yourself, if you want to bet something I can match it easily enough" Says smiling.

"No no, a friendly game is fine"


OOC: so how exactly does this work? Is it like a social manipulation thing or do we use dice to represent cards?

(OOC: A social manipulation thing to help determine how good you are... roll manipulation+wits am looking for rules on games in the books...)

OOC: A'lia Badru rolled 2 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s. Blackjack.

he is able to outperform her largely, clearly knowing more then she about when its advisable to play a hand.

A'lia sits back and smiles, taking a sip from her drink. "Well, you play a good game of blackjack. It was a pleasure being schooled by you." She says, holding her hand out to shake.

shakes her hand "Your reasonably skilled yourself, I just had a lucky break today" sighs

"Well do you have any aspirations of your own A'lia?" He asks her curiously...

"Oh you know, just the usual sort of thing, overthrow the prince, rule the city. Seriously though this whole 'hey guess what? You're dead now and by the way you have to drink blood' thing is a lot to get used to. I'm really just trying to get my bearings at the moment."

"Where are you building influence, the local university, it seems hotly contested. or someplace else knowledge is of course our clans stock in trade"

She flashes a smile as she replies "Well I do have some ideas, but I'd hate to leave here and find some unscrupulous individual overheard us and got there first."

nods at that "Fair enough, but anything else to discuss then?" is curious

(OOC: HAving trouble figuring out what to bring up into the Salon)

"Actually yes, could you give me a rundown of anyone here I should know about? I've only been dead a short while so I'm not too familiar with the mover's and shakers of our little community"


OOC: yeah random small talk can be a tricky thing to roleplay, I guess this is something her sire should have told her but I honestly didn't give much thought to them till now, perhaps they're gone or dead or something

nods

"Prince Alexander, Daeva of the Invictus He leads both the city and the covenant. Hes graceful dignified, yet a lover of creature comforts. He trys to be kind for the most part, on the surface at least but is fairly ruthless when it comes to poaches or upstarts"







(OOC: Trying to make them up all at once strains my head lol So we'll go over the key players one or two at a time)

"No poaching or upstarting, got it. Who else should I be aware of, befriend, keep my distance from or other?"


OOC: yeah I totally get it

"Jessica Palmer, A ventrue from the Lancea Sanctum. Shes the citys Ranking Bishop. shes relatively moderate, in public, but behind her pulpit, she rails on and on about the mission of the damned, Still she trys to act composed in public.

A'lia shudders visibly, "we're dead already can't God just leave us alone? I expect I'll be steering clear of her wherever possible." A'lia was never one for faith in life and she doesn't intend to start now that she's dead.

"Theirs also Nazzle of the Nosferatu, Prefect of the Carthians. He is a fanatic, determined to bring down tyranny... not getting that Dictatorship is how our society has existed since the begining.

"A lot of things that have 'always been that way' are still not the way they should be, still what I've heard of the Carthans doesn't impress me, they sound like starry eyed idealists, who want to change the world but have no real idea what it is they're changing it to."

"The Circle of the Crone is currently led by A Galloi, their a bizzare branch of the Nosferatu, so you know, He just calls himself Clendara, a meaningless gender ambiguous name... for a group that is infamous for gender ambiguous appearance, their beautiful,unlike many other nosferatue, but alien in a vaguely disturbing fashion.

Still the Cult of Cybele is the voice of the Circle in town, their one or two other cults, or so I hear, but they almost never bother showing their face in Elysium, why the Galloi tend to be considered the circle by many

They engage in bizzare rituals of blood sacrafice, and can perform rituals on anyone to make them more attractive, appealing or witty, but always demand a price in return, often not one that would be willingly paid.

"Circle of the crone are like vampire witches right? And nosferatu aaaarre... The gross ones? Fuck I'm glad I'm not one of those guys" she shuts her mouth and glances around, suddenly sure that one of them must be standing behind her. She takes a sip of her drink with a blush.

"Yes the Circle of the crone are pagans... and Nosferatue, many are gross, some hideous, others just disquieting in some bizzare way, with a normal even glorious appearance on the surface. But they all have some kind of major social handicap, that keeps them from easily mingling with mortals." sighs as  he explains

"Keep that in mind, normal even handsome or beautiful nosferatu do exist they just give off a subtle aura of menace.
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She sits in silence for a moment, toying with her drink as she considers what to ask next. Finally she just falls back on the standard: "So what about you? What do you do Mr. ... I'm afraid I didn't catch your name?"


OOC: sorry for the late reply, damn thing didn't tell me there was a new post. I think I'm running short on small talk here, we might want to consider moving this party along.

"Mr Carpenter" he sighs "I speak for the local Mekhet" he bows slightly

"IF you wish to treat with clanmates for this or that purpose, come to me, we sell information to anyone for a price.

"So that's what we do? Information? What do we charge for this? Money? Blood? Firstborn Son? Is there an in-clan discount? Are we expected to work together or is it every Mekhet for themselves?"

nods "Often times, yes, but covenant loyalty, can, and does, come into things"

"And you speak for us? So if I want to trade with the rest of the clan I go through you?"

"Often times yes, especialy if you dont know who would be looking into this or that thing"

"And do you arrange a meeting with the other Mekhet in question or do we just deal through you?"

"dependds on the circumstances, and if you and the other mekhet have reason to dislike each other"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 299):

Jacqueline smiles, "I'm very delighted to meet you both.". She actually was truly glad of some stimulating conversation. She had a feeling she had somehow passed some sort of small test too.

She responds to Mr. Westfieldnods' question "It isn't a familar thing for me, but I'm managing so far. I saw the need for a vendor of that type in my area, the rest fell into place.". She pauses and smiles again with a twinkle of humor "A lot of things are new for me now."

He nods "It often feels that everything is new, when your a fledgling." he acknowledges then smiles

"But chin up , within a decade or so you'll be released and start seeking glory and your own domain, then you can worry about establishing yourself in the danse macabre" He pauses

"1 in 8 vampires survive to transition to Ancillae" smiles "But I think in spite of your young chronicalagical age, you have a fair chance of being in that category, but take heed, many of those who fall, do so to either cleaving too closely to their humanity, and thus denying them effective tactics that might have preserved their unlives, or disregarded it, and thus, went mad as their humanity deteriorated, you must try for a balance, though perfect balance" Shakes his head "Does not exist, but you must strive for it never the less"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 301):

Jacqueline nods, grateful for the advise and general encouragement. Her eyes wander over the room, taking in the kindred scattered about it. Some guests were conversing in small groups, with a few pairs and the occasional solitary kindred moving about or observing others.

A slim darker colored Mekhet stands out. Jacqueline isn't sure how she is able to tell, after all, she is barely learning to guess at clan on sight. Something about her tells Jacqueline she must not even be older than herself. Jacqueline wonders if she looks just as lost and unsure as the young kindred she hopes doesn't notice her staring across the room.

It strikes her as ironic she was embraced at such a young age; looking like almost a child in comparision to someone who was actually a younger kindred than she.

He nods "Any other Concerns Jacqueline?" He asks her curiously...

"If you are looking for information, my clan knows much, and can learn virtually everything."

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 303):

"None important enough to bother you with." She replies politely "I will keep your kind offer in mind however.".

Jacqueline indicates the young mekhet with her eyes "Do you know who's childe that is?".

He sighs but nods

"His sire is  a harpy in minor standing... currently an outlying member of elysium... while Daeva harpys have a way of becoming popular, mekhet harpys know how to know"

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 305):

Jacqueline leans in in a slightly conspiratorial manner. "Tell me honestly, why do kindred of high standing hate those of particular clans so much?". She pauses, thinking "Surely there is a strength there some must take advantage of."

It had occurred to her that a clever kindred must realize the arbitarary nature of exclusion among their ranks. Perhaps this could serve to keep some pressed into service, but she could not help but think it was sheer luck that she had landed where she had.

In reply to Jacqueline Donahue (msg # 306):

He pauses...  "Firstly it's contempt , not hatred... a subtle but important difference. and the reason?"

Another dramatic pause...

"Every clan has its elitists... those from the Ventrue and Daeva are just like to come across as more insufferable as they have the political power to backup their feelings of superiority."
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A bit latter and another kindred introduces himself.

"Giles Samuel Carpenter, of Clan gangrel" he introduces himself with a slight bow

Hes got a slight beard, is dressed in clothes much more pristine then most gangrel shes met, albeit still dull in colors.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 308):

Jacqueline returns the slight bow, obviously curious that a Gangrel should be dressed as he is, and an invited guest of her sire. Though she has no real bias against other clans that are not so favored amoung kindred, she is careful to remind herself that his interets may be colored by such a bias. His unspoken lower ranking amoung the clans does not at all mean he is any less clever, experienced or posessing of alterior motives than those she had already met tonight. She would do well to remember it.

He looks her over smiling.

"Your a fine young ventrue"  He says

"Too many fledglings as newly embraced as you think either too much, or too little of themselves"

nods "But you are proud to be who you are, but aware of your lowly position in things currently."
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 310):

"Yes, currently." she says casually, in an agreeable manner. She is sure he must be able to read the intentionally veiled ambition there. "I'm finding certain options becoming clearer to me however. I think many of our kind underestimate the power in diversity.". She says this a bit more quietly, not wanting to offend any of the surrounding guests. Seeking allies outside the traditional clan alliances was not something that was widely accepted. Jacqueline was becoming convinced that would be the only way she would hold real power. Something so unpalatable to some kindred was best spoken quietly.

he nods "You are quite an impressive lady" He smiles

"Please accept this humble gift." He says reaching for a bag and drawing out a silver plated revolver, with a marble trigger.

Her sire glances to her reminding to her the choice is entirely hers but she needs to be CAUTIOUS in what decision she makes refusing a gift angers the one offering it, accepting it links you to the one who gives it.

you need to consider more then just wanting or not wanting the thing in question.

"You are right, the power of diversity, is ignored by all too many kindred" he sighs.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 312):

Jacqueline smiles at the compliment. She watches Giles, assuming he is going to offer her the beautifully made pistol. Before he draws the gun out completely she delicately places her hand on his, tucking the gun back. "I'm of no use to you as an ally without gaining the power of non-controversial contacts first".. She didn't want her first alliances to be public, and especially this one.

She considers the alliance of a Gangrel, and Giles in particular to be potentially invaluable. Surely he must know the danger of being too open though. If others did not approve, he could leave her dead in the water. That would not be beneficial to him either. She was new and untried, so he took as much risk associating with her as she did him. If he wanted anything to come of such an investment of faith, he would surely see the wisdom in silence.

She says under her breath "But an ally you shall have.".

He blinks and grimaces, Then trys to withdrawl.... as fastly as he may clearly Feeling a trifle miffed, then.... he screams... and claws emerge from his hands, her sire shouts "Jacqueline! Back, those claws are dangerous even to our kind!

(OOC He rolled 1 success it needed 2 successes he failed the second roll lol)

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 314):

Jacqueline doesn't need any encouragement to withdraw, as jumps back a bit in surprise. A smaller part of her is interested in the weapons Giles now has at hand. Her Sire, and others, had told her this was a talent that was possible to posess, but she hadn't seen it so close up until now.

She responds almost immediately "Please, pardon me.". It did not seem intentional on his part, so she assumed it must be a mistake on her part. If it had been intentional, that was another consideration all together.

She looks at the wicked and powerful looking claws where Giles' hands had been, clearly interested.