Session Start: Fri Jan 27 00:00:00 2017
Session Ident: #Aeons_Asylum

<+Terra> Chrys stands out in the rain, a squirrel with a glowing tail whipping back and forth on her shoulder.  “Sascha?  You needed to see me?”.

<+Morose>  <Ghost>  watches the main house, moving past the gates through the rain, not seeming bothered by the storm despite the intensity of the wind and lightning.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] emerges from the forest, after a hunt. A nightmare has been bothering him for the past few days. He walks over to Sascha’s chapel and knocks on the door, giving a small glance at Chrys

<@Nox_Aegis> <Sascha> opens up the door to the Chapel, practically grabbing Chrys and yanking her inside, then almost glares at Rakshasa. “What?”

<+Terra> Chrys blinks and the squirrel chitters angrily but she remains quiet… At least standing where it’s dry.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “Do you have time? I needed to talk about something pertaining to dreams”

<+Morose>  <Ghost>  keeps walking around the edge of the grounds, patrolling quietly in the dark btween the brilliant flashes from the strikes of lightning.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Sascha> raises an eyebrow as she looks at him. “And you came to me because…? If you want to confess your sins, I am the right person for that. But dreams I know little of.”

<+Terra> Chrys just keeps utterly quiet, at the mention of confessing sins she looks a bit uncomfortable but Sascha is now between her and the door.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “Hmm. I was wondering if you knew anything about interpreting them or could refer me to someone..but if you say you dont…nevermind then”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Sascha> nods. “I would talk to Atanya, or Antol. Antol is out of town but Atanya is in our Pack House in the north courtyard.”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] nods “I will head that way..Thank you and good night Sascha” He turns around and heads off towards the north courtyard, though the torrential rain

<+Dusk> ..and thunder

<@Nox_Aegis> <Sascha> looks confused and closes the door, turning to face Chrys. “I need to test your blood. This may be unpleasent.”

<+Terra> Chrys looks to the door, then back at Sascha… “Okay… Why?  I’m pretty sure I don’t get STDs anymore.”

<+ShadowAngst> Thalia La Croix stands at the foot of the long drive, an umbrella clutched firmly in her grasp. She grins as lightning flashes overhead and starts to make her way up the road.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] arrives in front of the Pack House at the north courtyard. Periodic flashes help show the area in clear light, amidst the haze of heavy rainfall and deafening thunder. Rakshasa takes a good look around

<+Morose>  <Ghost>  nods to Rak as he passes him along his patrol route.  Then he stops as he sees the person he doesn’t know, tilting his head.  “Hello?”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] would have nodded back to Ghost and moved on

<@Nox_Aegis> <Sascha> frowns as she looks to Chrys. “You’d rather not know, trust me. You should be okay… but… I need to be sure.” She grabs a pewter dish off the small alter and holds it under Chrys’s arm. “Cut your arm and bleed on this.”

<+ShadowAngst> Thalia looks at the man, her gaze focused on his eyes. “Hello there sir. I’ve recently arrived in the city and I heard I might find the company of fellow kindred here.” Her gaze drifts over his shoulder at the large building behind him. “It’s a little grim isn’t it.”

<+Morose>  <Ghost>  laughs a bit at that.  “That, yeah…  but it’s…  Asylum, from everything.  So who are you then?  They call me Ghost.”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Atanya> steps out into the rain with a copper bucket, placing it out where it can gather some of the water coming down.

<+ShadowAngst> Thalia smiles at him, revealing perfectly white fangs. “Thalia La Croix, but you can use my first name.” She extends a gloved hand out to him, her eyes once more watching his face.

<+Terra> Chrys frowns but does as she is told, bleeding on the metal dish as she watches Sascha.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “Lady Atanya?” He asked in a soft voice, not sure who she was “Hail and Greetings. I wondering if you could spare some of your time?” he said as he gave her a bow

<@Nox_Aegis> <Atanya> is a tall dark skinned woman with a sleek figure and very supple movements, rather snakelike. Her dark eyes flash in the lightning outside, turning blue for an instant before going brown once more. “I suppose, child, that time is one resource we all can spare. What do you want?”, she says with a thick Haitian accent.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] studies the features of Atanya then replies “I had a few questions, regarding some..nightmares I was having for the past few days. I have a hunch it might be related to an incident”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Sascha> takes the metal plate and then cuts her own arm, puring her blood over Chrys’s and sets the plate down, stepping back and watching it.

<+Morose>  <Ghost>  takes the offered hand and smiles.  “Well, nice to meet you.  You from a nomad pack or something?”

<+Terra> Chrys takes a step back to.  “Why do I feel like this is like that scene in The Thing where they are looking for the shapeshifter blood…”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Atanya> just gives him a grandmotherly look and opens the door. “Well, get inside and we shall see about these dreams.”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] bows respectfully again “Thank you” and walks inside behind Atanya. Once inside he began by introducing himself “My name is Rakshasa. I’m a gangrel, relatively new amongst the Sabbat. So, uh, these dreams..they began a while ago. At first I dreamt I was trapped in my animal form unable to shift out, as an unseen presence was hunting me. The dream ended in my death as the sun rose. At first I thought it was nothing, then I heard two of my sabbat colleagues had similar dreams. One of them being talwar”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Sascha> nods her head as she keps watching. “Something like that. If it was going to jump off the plate it’d have done so by now… I thought it’d be okay since Zaluut’s blood didn’t freak out on you.”

<+Morose>  <Ghost>  takes the offered hand and smiles.  “Well, nice to meet you.  You from a nomad pack or something?”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “These dreams..they started after we visited a strange bunker, filled with monsters made of out skin and filled with sand and a strange type of tenebrous darkness. Later we found a cave with celtic and native american markings saying -Death, Contain, Power- It was the night I visited the cave that I had the first dream”

<+Terra> Chrys looks down at the blood as it shifts in colors, not mixing. Like oil and water.  “Freak.. Out…  I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.  I mean… I make owlbears and glowing squirrels.”

<+ShadowAngst> “Something like that, I follow where my heart wills me.” She smiles again, her eyes searching him with interest. “So it seems I have arrived here.”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Atanya> nods and points to a chair made of bone in the room. “Sit there.”, she says and moves off toward a kitchen. “I shall mix you up something and we shall see what we find out.”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “Later on we visited the bunker again to retrieve an esoteric book, something we are still translating. This time we were attacked by a shadow. This was no ordinary shadow, rather a humanoid shape made out of the same dark, tenebrous, slime. During the fight, the shade blew up splattering all of the inky blackness over me, which I washed off…But then a few days later I had a dream. A more twisted one where my powers and shape shifting ability was corrupted and taken over by some weird tenebrous darkness. I could no longer shapeshift as the black corruption began eating me from within. Slowly taking over my body”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] nods and takes a seat

<+Morose>  <Ghost>  nods his head slightly before glancing back at the big building.  “Well, I could show you to one of the guest houses… given the current status of things now is not a good time to go poking anybody else right now.”

<+ShadowAngst> “By all means, I understand my sudden appearance must come as an inconvenience.” She follows his gaze up to the Asylum. “Are there many who reside here?”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Sascha> looks at the blood and sighs as she watches it seperate in the dish. “Well, it’s sorta good news. But we’ll worry about that later.”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Atanya> comes out with a skull and a steaming fluid in it. It smells both of vitae, herbs, and alcohol. She hands it to him. “Drink.”

<+Morose>  <Ghost>  nods his head.  “I have met about twenty, and others come and go.  Nomads use this is a check in station of sorts.  Arch Bishop even pops in from time to time.”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] looks at the weird concoction held in the macabre vessel. He takes a sniff of the thing and thinks {“Ugh, ok here we go”} and drinks it…letting the concoction pass into his stomach and flow through his veins

* +Fiona[EP|OneEye] comes downstairs, making her way outside.

<+ShadowAngst> “It sounds like it won’t get boring anytime soon. I think I made the right choice in coming here, weather omitted.” Her eyes travel the length of the building and then back to Ghost. She grins conspiratorially after the last part.

* +Fiona[EP|OneEye] would eye the possibly haunted furniture as she stepped outside, looking at the others if they were there.

<+Morose>  <Ghost>  waves to Fiona, standing out in the rain with Thalia.  “Hey, Fiona.  Yeah…  I am not going in there.”, he calls out over the thunder.  “Take my chances out ehre.  That is one pissed off Tzimisce in there.”

<+ShadowAngst> “Have I come at a bad time?”

<+Terra> Chrys makes a face as she nods.  “Not gonna ask.”

* +Fiona[EP|OneEye] nods to Ghost before jerking her head at the asylum. “What the fuck is going on in there. It’s like some fucking poltergeist causing havoc.”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Sascha> nods and then steps aside to allow Chrys to pass. “Be careful. Watch your animals, watch your people. What is out there means to take us over completely. If you join it, you won’t get to come back from it.”

<+Fiona[EP|OneEye]> Fuck. Okay. Not going back in there until this shit’s over.

<+Morose>  <Ghost>  nods his head.  “Something happened… but I am not sure what yet.  I just know that old ass Tzimisce is losing his shit.”

* +Fiona[EP|OneEye] is an Indian woman who’s about 5’6″, with one eye. Said eye is slitted like a cat’s, giving her an unnatural appearance.

<+Morose>  <Ghost>  looks over at Thalia.  “Oh, my bad.  Fiona this is Thalia, Thalia, Fiona…”

* +Fiona[EP|OneEye] looks at Thalia, giving her a once-over.

<+Terra> Chrys frowns, skin rippling uncomfortably.  “Okay, yeah.

<+Terra> Chrys edges toward the door to head outside.  “Got it.  I’ll ve careful.”

<+Fiona[EP|OneEye]> You new here?

<@Nox_Aegis> <Atanya> goes through her ritual as Rak’s eyes roll back into his head and he slips into a trance. He awakens to find her standing over him and he’s laying on her coffee table which has become a makeshift altar. Surrounded by smoking incense and small bowls of different materials.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] shakes his head as his blurry vision clears. He looks at his surroundings “Wha..whe..re am I? What happened?”

* +Fiona[EP|OneEye] looks at Thalia, giving her a once-over. “You new here?”

<+ShadowAngst> “I just arrived actually.” She smiles at her, two immaculate fangs are visible. “A pleasure to meet you.”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Atanya> gives him a slight smack on the head. “Lie still. And you need to stop feeding on the tainted creatures in the forest. They are making you sick. It’s in your blood, and in your mind.”

* +Fiona[EP|OneEye] looks at the asylum, then back at Thalia. “Lucky you.”

<+ShadowAngst> “So it seems.”

<+Terra> Chrys heads out from the Chapel into the storm… The glowing tail of the squirrel on her shoulder making a decent light… But also making her very visible as she crosses the yard.

<+Fiona[EP|OneEye]> Where’d you come from and why are you here?

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “Uggh…The animals? Tainted by what?”Rakshasa goes back to lying still, pondering on what just happened “Its the darkness, that has corrupted their blood hasnt it..what is that thing exactly?”

<+Morose>  <Ghost>  looks between the two ladies.  “I’ll let you girls sort this out.  I should get back to patrolling.”, and then he moves off into the rain and disappears.

* +Fiona[EP|OneEye] doesn’t take her eye off Thalia, watching the new arrival intently.

<+ShadowAngst> “I was spending some time up in DC, but I got bored and decided to come south and try my luck. New city, new things.” She watches Ghost walk away before returning her gaze to Fiona. She extends the umbrella she is holding towards her, “Want some cover?”

<+Fiona[EP|OneEye]> D.C. I see. How’s the diocese up there doing?

<@Nox_Aegis> <Atanya> looks him over again, pressing on his stomach. “That, I do not know. Only that the blood that is near those places is evil, bad. It was sleeping inside of you. Dreaming. I have cast it out.”

* +Fiona[EP|OneEye] shakes her head at the umbrella.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “Damn! Looks like no more hunting for me. I swear whoever is behind this..I’ll get them” he says staring at the ceiling “So, umm..how will you cast out the taint?”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] ..asks curiously

* +Fiona[EP|OneEye] shakes her head at the umbrella.

<+Fiona[EP|OneEye]> D.C. I see. How’s the diocese up there doing?

<@Nox_Aegis> <Atanya> smiles. “It is done already. You should join the group though that will be going to fetch clean blood. Sascha will be leading it soon and will need a few more to join her.”

<+ShadowAngst> “As far as I can tell it’s fine. I usually mind myself and help where needed.” Thalia twirls the umbrella in her hand, showering droplets around her.

* +Fiona[EP|OneEye] nods once. “Good.”

<+ShadowAngst> “How are things down here?”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] slowly gets up, feeling his stomach, he feels a little light headed and hungry. He looks Atanya in the eye and nods respectfully “Thank you priestess for cleansing me of that wretched taint. Should you ever need me, all you need to do is beckon” Rakshasa gets up from the altar, feeling the ground beneath him. “Have a pleasant evening, although given the raging storm outside, I cannot help but feel it is an omen for a coming terror.” he bows to her again and starts to make his way out

<+Fiona[EP|OneEye]> Like something out of fucking Poltergeist. ::mutters something about Zaluut involving him and a deep well. There may be mention of using fire::

<+ShadowAngst> “Ghosts is it it? I suppose it’s to be expected if everything you hear about down here is true.” Thalia looks up at the storm, grinning as another flash of lightning lights up the sky.

<+Fiona[EP|OneEye]> Yeah? What have you heard about down here?

<+ShadowAngst> “The usual stereotypes, Voodoo, Necromancy, Gumbo.” She grins.

<+Fiona[EP|OneEye]> Eh. Don’t believe in any of that superstitious crap. Gumbo’s somewhat nice, though.

<+ShadowAngst> Thalia chuckles lightly, “I’ll take your advice on that. Until I’m attacked by zombies or a pot of Uncle Keddy’s shrimp gumbo.”

<+Fiona[EP|OneEye]> I was talking about myself. I don’t believe in that shit

<+ShadowAngst> “Hows it treated you so far?”

<+Fiona[EP|OneEye]> Interesting works. Though there’s some shit I’d rather forget about.

<+ShadowAngst> “That bad? You don’t seem like the sort that’s easily shaken.” Thalia’s gaze shifts for the briefest moment to her missing eye, perhaps on purpose. Perhaps not.

<+Fiona[EP|OneEye]> Depends on your definition of bad. And why the hell are you staring at my eye?

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] walks out into the storm again, eventually he passes by Fiona and a stranger (Thalia) “Hmm? I havent seen you before..”

<+Fiona[EP|OneEye]> She’s new.

* +Fiona[EP|OneEye] doesn’t take her eye off Thalia as she talks to Rakshasa.

<+ShadowAngst> “Thalia La Croix, pleased to meet you.” She extends a gloved hand towards the newcomer.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] The man standing before Thalia is over 6′ tall, has deathly pale skin, a disheveled beard and hair. His eyes are while and luminiscent like the moon and his pupils are like that of a viper. He shakes her hand with a firm grim “This one is called Rakshasa..I would say good evening, but s you can see from the weather its not a very good evening at all” he looks at her for a moment “So what brings you here?”

<+ShadowAngst> “Seeking new haunts, things to do.” She holds her umbrella with both hands and rests it over her shoulder. Thalia eyes him up and down searchingly.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “Well you will find plenty of haunts here. You see you just arrived at a place where dark and monstrous things lurk in the night..and I’m not talking about vampires. I’d avoid the forest, if I were you”

<+ShadowAngst> “Oh? Werewolves perhaps, or something with more of the local flavor?” She grins up at him, her eyes now on face.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “Shadow creatures that use shotguns and unholy constructs made of flesh and sand….Tell me, have you ever faced a werewolf though?”

<+ShadowAngst> “Not yet, perhaps one day hmmm?” She glances over at edge of the property as if expecting unspeakable horrors to suddenly emerge from the foggy darkness.

<+Blackfyre> <Fiona>  shrugs

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] smirks at the newcomer’s confidence “You wont stand a chance..if you see one, hide and hope it doesnt find you. I’ll be leaving for a hunt soon, perhaps you should us and show us your talents”

<+Blackfyre> <Fiona>  looks at Rak. “What hunt?”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] looks at Fiona “Apparently the animals in the forest and their blood has been corrupted by…something. I heard Sascha will be going on a hunt to find some clean blood.”

<+Blackfyre> <Fiona>  “……Fucking wonderful. Need an extra hand?”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] turns to La croix “I think we might find some excitement and opposition. Who knows”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] shrugs “Not my call. Go ask Sascha. But yeah why not, in my opinion.”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to go an lie down for a while…Feeling a bit, lightheaded” saying that he turns around and walks off towards his shelter

<+Blackfyre> <Fiona>  shrugs again.

<+Blackfyre> <Fiona>  heads off toward the Feral Hearts’ den.

Session Close: Sat Jan 28 00:00:00 2017