Session Start: Tue Jan 24 00:00:00 2017
Session Ident: #Dark_Aeons

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| is chilling in the back booth of the Devil’s trill

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ enters the Devil’s Trill because why not? It sounded like a cool name that inspired at least a casual visit to see what it was about. He’d walk in and head to the bar.

<+LordCanis> |Connor| walks into the bar, hands in his pockets and not giving a damn about what music is playing… as long as it’s not country.

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| lifts his gaze at Connor and lets out a puff of smoke “Look who’s here!”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| spots Mag and walks over with a smile.  “What, expected me to skip town?”

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| motions him to come join him in the booth “Yes, In fact I did. But I’m glad you stuck around. A true man should always have his honor intact”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ didn’t seem to mind the music and pulls out a smoke, lighting it. He’d then order a house beer.

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| gives a side glance at the mortal Ramirez. He seems familiar, but Magatsu cannot exactly remember where he saw him last

<+LordCanis> |Connor| sits down with a chuckle.  “One of many habits I got beaten into me during my Army days.”

<+MichaelM> Anet eyes the new arrival with a degree of surprise before turning back to her phone’s screen with a slight frown. She flicks her remaining stub of a cigarette into the table’s ashtray, then retrieves and lights another.

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| a small smile appears on his face “Thats good to hear. Which unit were you in?”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ accepts his drink and heads over to a seat and slides into it. He’d take a sip of the beer and peer around at people there, with a sort of curious look.

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  saunters inside, hands in her pockets and a cocky grin in place as she makes her way over to the pool table.

<+LordCanis> |Connor| “Fort Lewis out in western Washington.  I know, far from home but… can’t stay in one place for too long or things would end up getting stale.”

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| raised an eyebrow will taking another drag of smoke “So you were stationed in Fort Lewis? I asked you the name of your unit? You were in the infantry right?”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> comes in from the back, talking to Zane. As he makes his way over to his usual booth, she makes her way up to the bar and gives Erik the eye. “Beer, please.”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| “2nd brigade 2nd infantry.”

<+Morose> <Martin> shuffles in from outside, shaking off the rain that has started to fall out there.  He looks about the room at the familiar and unfamiliar faces before finding a table near to the door.

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  winks at Martin as she grabs a free pool cue, provided there are any.

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| silently looks at Connor’s face for a moment “Good. My father was major in the 110th Japanese”

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| “Have you fought in any wars?”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| “Fought over in Iraq during the latest bout over there.  Took an explosion to the face, hence why I’m ever so sexy.” He chuckles.

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ blinks and then smirks slowly and maybe snickered to himself for a moment. He’d tap his fingers on the table and then take another sip of the beer. Of all the luck! He was getting good at finding bars with dead people walking around in them.

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| nods “ dad fought in the second great war. Died with his honor intact.” He puffs out some smoke and leans forward “So which clan are you?” he says in a hushed voice

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> looks about the room for a moment, sipping on her beer before she glances back toward Zane and gives him a silent nod.

<+LordCanis> |Connor| leans back in his seat.  “The million dollar question.”  Looking back at Mag.  “Gangrel.”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Zane Calbeni> stands up and starts pointing people out, one by one. “Alright, alright, out ya go. Gonna have a chat in here. You know the rule, you get ousted, I pay your tab. Go on.”

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  looks at Zane, standing up and leaning her pool cue against the table.

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ watches as Zane starts kicking out people, waiting to see what was going to be the outcome.

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| was about to ask Connor more questions but sees Zane and Shotgun come in “Gangrel huh? We’ll talk some other time. Looks like you will be doing some talking with Shotgun tonight”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Zane Calbeni> pauses as he looks Ramirez over a bit, then looks to Lynn and shrugs. “We got a live one, but not a breach so… whatcha want?”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> looks over at Ramirez. “We’re about to have a meeting, but if you’re not a problem you can stay.”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| sits up straight, and does what he can to not look as hobo-esque.

<+Terra> Marge comes in and looks around… “Uhm… People leaving?”

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  waggles her fingers in Marge’s direction.

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ looks at Zane and then nods. Fair was fair, he got found out too. He’d have to work on that, if he cared to, later. “I’m not a problem”, he assured.

<+Morose> <Martin> shrugs, and nods to Marge as she comes in.  “Meeting.”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Zane Calbeni> makes sure the room is clear and then sticks a bar over the big metal door with all the dents in it. “Okay, all clear then.”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> nods and looks the groups over a moment, remembering some of them. “Alright, so who is Connor, from the other night?”

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  idly gestures at him.

<+MichaelM> Anet plucks the cigarette from her mouth and points it at the heavily-scarred man.

<+LordCanis> |Connor| does not hesitate to stand up and face Shotgun’s direction.  “Right here, ma’am.”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> walks up after finishing her beer, giving her hat a bit of a nudge. “Alright, so first thing I gotta ask, is what the hell were you doing out there?”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| “Same thing I’ve told them: I was looking for something.”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> folds her arms over her chest as she gives him a more intense look, a wave of warmth seeming to eminate from her… while friendly at the moment, it implies a quick turn to something akin to the heat of a sleeping volcano.

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ sips his beer and leans back. This was getting interesting.

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> “You’re going to have to be more specific. There are Sabbat out that way.”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| “Not… anything in particular.  Just something I could hock for a few bucks for room and board.”

<+Morose> <Martin> nods.  “Ahhh, it would appear our new friend is a thief.  Possibly best you did not succeed in that place.”

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  raises an eyebrow

<+LordCanis> |Connor| nods in Martin’s direction.  “Yeah that’s… definitely was for the best after what happened to the guys who staked me.”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> nods her head. “So… explain? I need to know, from your persepctive… exactly what happened out there.”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| “Well… while wandering around to get a bearing on the area, I found the manor out in the middle of nowhere and thought ‘hey, that looks like a nice out of the way place to get some loot’, but before I could actually browse I was staked by two guys and dumped in a footlocker.  Shortly after were the screams and then nothing until this lot busted me out of there.”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ *ssssiiiip*

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  relaxes, hopping up onto the pool table and watching Lynn interrogate Connor.

<+Terra> Marge hops up on the table by Kat and watches, rolling a ball between her hands.

<+Morose> <Martin> glances over at Ramirez a couple of times, but otherwise stays focused on what’s going on.

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> takes that in and nods her head thoughtfully. “On that note… what exactly did you all do out there?”, she asks as she turns to look over the others in the room.

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| just silently watches

<+Morose> <Martin> looks up.  “I talked to the owner of the mansion/house.  Briefly, and they were in spirit form.  They let us go and said that the two we were seeking were dead.  They had caused some damage there.”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| relaxes a bit as he feels most of the attention is off him finally.

<+MichaelM> “We went out there searching for a pair of caitiff on behest of a Kindred who goes by Cora,” Anet states simply. “The sheriff was out there, and pointed us in the direction of the house we found this one,” she points her cigarette at Connor again, “in.”

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| “ a box with a stake through his heart. The man said the two caitiff did this to him while he was snooping around”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Zane Calbeni> laughs at the mention of the sheriff. “You dun mean dat dere Gangrel man who lives in dem dere woods?”

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| “Yes, thats him the gangrel and his nosferatu friend..gator”

<+MichaelM> “I would never use such particular descriptors,” Anet says diplomatically.

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> glares at Zane, which quickly shuts him up before she looks back to the others. “Do we have evidence that the two are actually dead, or do we just have the word of that… thing that lives out there?”

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| “Well we would have searched for their ashes, but given big bad was behind the close doors, we called that it would be best to leave for the moment”

<+Morose> <Martin> nods in agreement with Magatsu.  “Given that creature’s strength we thought it prudent not to linger in it’s home.”

<+Terra> Marge grumbles.  “Fuck that thing.  It was like… I don’t know… But even the animals and shit were all messed up.”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ couldn’t help but be interested in this. Something to check out later perhaps? He’d definitely be keeping mental notes at least.

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> “That was probably best. That thing, is called a Tzimisce. It’s an old one, from overseas. But it hasn’t been a threat to us… save for scaring the shit out of the Tremere, and well, that I can look the other way on now and then.”

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  stretches, listening.

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  also raises an eyebrow. “Well, damn.”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| blinks.  “Well… fuck.”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> looks back to Connor. “So, in lieu of Bishop making you jump through the standard hoops I am going to step on his toes and tell you you may stay in the city. I’d tell you to stay out of trouble… but given the company… I won’t hold my breath.”

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| “I see. I thought the sabbat reside in Baton rouge?”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> looks at Mag. “Actually, they reside all over the South. This city is literally surrounded. Though they seem to have some issue with the ‘curse’ on the city and avoid it for the most part.”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| perks an eyebrow.  “Curse?  What curse?”

<+MichaelM> “How pleasant.” Anet deadpans, ignoring the comment about company.

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| “There is a curse on this city?”

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  raises an eyebrow at Shotgun.

<@Aeon-Rook> <Zane Calbeni> nods. “For the last twenty-ish years, no one from New Orleans is able to be Embraced. Rumors are the Tremere have been studying it, there’s a ton of theories… but it is what it is.”

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| “Perhaps the sabbat cursed the city?”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ lofts a brow and then finishes off his beer. Ooh a curse that won’t let vampires embrace… that had to mean more than just hugging.

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> laughs, shaking her head. “No. They have no reason to, they lose more than we do under those circumstances. Hard for them to just waltz in and make some shovelheads to take it over if they never come out of the ground.”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| smirks.  “Well I’m not in any hurry to make another vampire.”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ ponders if going to the bar for another drink would be like a faux pas or something. this convo was intriguing though.

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| “So whats next?”

<+Morose> <Martin> listens and nods his head.  “And anything with the power to do that would be a threat to them, so they let you stay here…  so they don’t suffer a loss if you draw it out.”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> nods. “Something like that. I have seen some weird shit in my time, and this place, is pretty high on the charts.”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| sighs.  “And this reminds me that I’m still a kid to most others I meet.”

<+Terra> Marge chuckles.  “Meh.  Not a bad thing.  And you calling me old?”

<+LordCanis> |Connor|  “General assumption is that most other vampires are old people compared to me.”

<+Morose> <Martin> eyes Connor, then Ramirez curiously.

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  “Now, now, I’m sure he didn’t mean that, Marge. Did you, kid?”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ looks over at Martin and waves slightly as he’s being eyed.

<+LordCanis> |Connor| just gives Kat a sly smirk.

<+Morose> <Martin> gets up and walks over, seeming to study Ramirez with the most emotion he’s really shown anything.  “You… have Deathmarks.  But you… are not dead.”

<+MichaelM> Anet takes the information about the curse passively, a completely neutral expression on her face. She sits back in her booth seat as the others start talking amongst themselves, idly playing with her cigarette in one hand as she watches.

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Yeah, I died and came back. Fun trip. Not quite as fun as acid, but decent.”

<+Morose> <Martin> tilts his head as he narrows his gaze at Ramirez.  “So did I, but I came back dead.  You are very much alive still, yet the marks still remain on your soul.  What did this to you?”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “You almost sound like you are jelly, hombre. Maybe it helps that I wasn’t killed like you were. Can I please get another beer here? I didn’t want to interrupt before but if I’m gonna be talked to now, I figure I can ask.”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Zane Calbeni> nods to Erik to get the guy another drink, finding this all a bit interesting himself.

<+LordCanis> |Connor| sits by the ladies on the pool table, watching the people talk.

<+Morose> <Martin> takes a seat by Ramirez, still watching him.  “I suppose I am.  But perhaps you mistake me for one of the vampires.  I am not.  I did not die like them either.  I was shot.  Murdered.”

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| listens silently

<+Terra> Marge raises an eyebrow and gives Connor room to join them.

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ receives his drink from Erik and nods. “Gracias.” He then looked back to Martin and Zane. “Well, I was at this bar, and I went outside for a smoke, right.. and there was this lady in front of me at the alley entrance and she’s out there too, smoking and looking at her phone or whatever. Next thing I see is a big shadow of a guy with hook for a hand and it moved so swift. It was done with her like super fast and then it was on me and sliced through me, and then I was out.. but I came back later after talking to myself some and when I did, I was in this ambulance, and I hopped out it once I could, and ran.”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “The two guys I went to meet are dead too. Others of us investigating it think that the hook guy is like a spectre and real dark, a pirate maybe. Pretty cool, huh?”

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  upnods to Connor.

<+Morose> <Martin> listens and nods his head.  “A Spectre?  There is a ghost ship out in the gulf sometimes.  It is always crawling with Spectres, nasty things.”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> looks between them for a moment thoughtfully. “We have been looking into that as well, and that is good to know. At first we thought maybe some of the Sabbat were coming over and causing trouble.”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Dude!!! For real!!!??” Ramirez stands up straight and looks ecstatic. “That is terrific. Thanks! Now I know where to go look. Where abouts in the gulf?”

<+Morose> <Martin> looks thoughtful.  “It comes and goes…  and you may require shall we say… an out of body experience in order to check it out.”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Oh, I’ve got that down.”

<+MichaelM> “You are curiously open with your proficiencies, if that is the case,” Anet observes with a raised eyebrow.

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> looks between them and gets herself another beer as she takes a seat at the bar, just chilling now.

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I figured since I was here it wouldn’t be wise to just try to not say anything. After all, I’m the outsider here. It’s not like I told all my tons of secrets.” He wasn’t going to go on that he didn’t have too many millions of secrets either but hey.

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> “As long as it doesn’t draw attention our way, if you need any assistance, like say… a boat… I’d be happy to assist.”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “If you could provide a boat, that would be great.”

<+MichaelM> “I’m sure the sheriff would be happy to oblige a boat as well,” Anet mutters to herself with a slight smirk.

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I’m working on my street cred. When I get more in up here, maybe I can get you some stuff you might want.”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| “I may not know anything about ghosts, but if you need muscle I can chip in.  Work on getting a good rep and whatnot.”

<+Morose> <Martin> nods his head though he smirks at Anet.  “Did anyone ever take his boat back to him?”

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| “That is Anet’s duty”

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  looks at Anet.

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Oh, I got it. So there is a boat, just not quite back where it should be yet.”

<+MichaelM> “I had someone deliver it back.” Anet says off-handedly with a glance at her watch. “I don’t know why you’d assume otherwise. I already have a vessel.”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> shakes her head, leaving that alone. “I can make sure you get a sea-worthy boat. That thing of Jacobs is a swamp hopper.”

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| smirks “You can go with Anet if you want mortal. The bayou is pretty nice after dark”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Alright, thanks. That would be great. It doesn’t bug me what time we would go out.”

<+Morose> <Martin> nods.  “I can move during the daylight if need be.”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Cool. I have a few friends who will want to come too. That won’t be a problem, right?”

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| looks at Martin “You..uhh some kind of zombie? How come I saw you use kindred disciplines?”

<+Terra> Marge blinks as she looks at Martin.  “Wait, what?”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| “This should be surprising but… somehow it isn’t…”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> nods her head as she looks to them. “I’ll set up a reservation for you all or something. I don’t have an issue so long as you are aware that we don’t want… normal… people aware of us.”

<+Morose> <Martin> looks thoughtful.  “Zombie…  not exactly.  I am merely a ghost inhabiting my shell.  I do not understand what you mean.  I do not suffer the physical limitations of the living so I appear stronger and more resiliant.  I also have some tricks i learned as a ghost I can use to touch people’s minds and such.”

<+MichaelM> Anet forces her expression into one of polite dispassion at Lynn’s implication that she might not understand the basic tenants of the masquerade.

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  nods in understanding of what Lynn says.

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| “Yes we must uphold the masquerade, except we have a non vampire among us today and they are not bound by the laws of the camarilla. So I hope our mortal friend will not spread this news around town, hmm?” he looks at Ramirez

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| “I can understand Martin being a fellow undead..”

<+Terra> Marge looks at Mag, then at Ram.  “Forgive him. English isn’t his first language.  Makes him seen dumber than I am sure he really is sometimes.”

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  snickers, looking amused.

<+LordCanis> |Connor| chuckles, smiling.

<+Morose> <Martin> laughs, it is a strange sound for him, nearly a cackle.  “Your laws mean nothing to me.  In order to become this you see I have broken the most basic of our own laws.  Dictum Mortem, right out the window.”, he makes a tossing motion with one hand.  “But since Isabella is assisting me in finding my murderers, I play along as much as is needed.”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> crosses her arms a bit, then chuckles. “I’ve seen something that would make that Giovanni shit herself… but I’ll leave that be for now. Just watch it and I won’t have to come looking for you. I have some friends in the Tremere that might want to take you apart for the sake of study if you can’t behave.”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I am not going to talk to people who aren’t like us weirdos about any of you.”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “So Masquerade is an interesting choice of word really. Like a ball dance. I remember reading the Red Death in school.”

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| just eyes Marge, stabbing her about 342 times in his mind then looks at Ramirez and nods “Good to hear. I dont trust people like that you see, its not in my nature”

<@Aeon-Rook> <Zane Calbeni> snickers a bit at that and moves to grab the bar on the door. “You ready to open back up, as we seem to have covered most everything important for now?”

<+MichaelM> “At least American schools are still making the effort to teach literature,” Anet responds to Ramirez, her voice cordial and pleasant.

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ nods in agreement with Anet. He had no idea though xD

<+Morose> <Martin> takes out an old card from his pocket and hands it to Ramirez.  “I can still be reached this way.”  *Card reads:  Martin Patrolli, Private Investigator

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Thanks man. I’ll talk to the others and see what night is good to go check this out and get back to you. No mundanes will be there.”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| stands up.  “Well, if we’re done for the evening, mind if I do some bar hopping before we get started?”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ pockets the card in his wallet.

<@Aeon-Rook> <Shotgun> nods to Zane. “Yeah, go ahead. I think it’s all handled. I will say though, be careful in your dealings with Samson… I won’t stop you from talking to him or his goons but… he’s got a short temper. Even for a Brujah.”

<+Terra> Marge nods to Lynn.  “Noted.”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| pulls out the card he got from Anet, and turns to her.  “Which one of these addresses do you recommend over the other?”

<+MichaelM> “It depends entirely on what surroundings you enjoy, and what your purpose in partaking in the services of the establishments are,” Anet responds evenly.

<+LordCanis> |Connor| taps his chin.  “Something like this place, actually, but with a bit more Gaga.”

<+MichaelM> “Gaga?” Anet’s brow furrows slightly in puzzlement.

<+LordCanis> |Connor| “Curse my youth…” he chuckles.  “I’m going to have to educate you on music, aren’t I…”

<+MichaelM> “I’m thirty-seven,” Anet deadpans, emphasizing her accent as she speaks, “and from Czechoslovakia.”

<+LordCanis> |Connor|  “In my defense, it’s hard to tell when one’s a preserved corpse.”

<+Morose> <Martin> wrinkles his nose.  “That is not music.”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “You guys have a good night! I need to get a phone but when I do, I’ll send Martin there a phone number in case you guys ever need help too.”

<+Terra> Marge nods and hops up as well.  “Ive had enough sitting in one spot.  I need to move.  I’ll catch you all later.”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| turns on his heel, facing Martin.  “You know what isn’t music?  Anything by Bieber.  There.  I said it.”

<+Morose> <Martin> nods his head.  “I have to agree with that.”

<+Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “This is funny.” He waves and heads out to let the vampires debate what is music and what isn’t. xD

<+Dusk> |Magatsu| gets up and leaves “Later!”

<+LordCanis> |Connor| turns back to Anet.  “I think I’ll visit the first one you wrote down first.  See you all later.”

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  nods to Mag.

<+Terra> Marge slips out as well, not liking being all cooped up.

<+MichaelM> Anet settles back into her booth’s seat, lights another cigarette, and closes her eyes.

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  goes back to playing pool.

<+LordCanis> |Connor| heads out to go see the town while humming Bad Romance.

<+Blackfyre> *Katarina*  finishes her game and leaves.

Session Close: Wed Jan 25 00:00:00 2017