Session Start: Tue Feb 28 00:00:00 2017
Session Ident: #Dark_Aeons
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> There is one hell of a party going on both inside and outside of the Trill as the city celebrates Mardi gras this evening. Zane is here and seems to be enjoying himself, sitting on the edge of one of the pool tables holding a beer but obviously keeping an eye on things.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ was on a mission to get beads and was successful enough. Yay street partying. He roamed into the Trill to see what was happening in there with the night crew. He’d give an amiable nod to Zane and wave. “Hey Zane!”
<+Morose> <Martin> shuffles in from outside, patting down his pockets. “I swear…”, he mutters to himself as he makes for a seat in the back, nodding to those he knows on the way.
<+MichaelM> Occasionally, she answers a text or sends an email, but mostly she is content to spend the night engaged in conversation with various kindred and mortals around the bar. She manages to work her way through an impressive number of cigarettes throughout the night. As Martin and Ramirez stroll in, she is sitting in a booth by the front. She eyes the two as they walk in, paying particular attention to the mortal who seems to know Zane.
<+Blackfyre> *Katarina* makes her way inside, sauntering as per usual.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ goes to the bar and orders a house beer. He’d wave to Kat, who he recalled too. “Hey Katarina.”
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Zane waves a bit to Ramirez. “Hey, what’s up?” He scans the area by the door again, and then nods to Erik. “So far, so good.”, he does look like he may be expecting trouble of some sort.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Nada mucho, Zane. How’s the night going?”
<+Blackfyre> *Katarina* nods to Ramirez, giving him a jaunty wave as well.”
<+Blackfyre> *Katarina* “‘sup?”
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Zane reaches down into one of the pockets of the pool table and grabs a ball, tossing it up in the air and catching it over and over again. His reflexes are scary fast. “Just keeping an eye out… making sure Samson ain’t gonna come start shit. I don’t normally get a problem with his guys because they respect the neutral ground rule but… he’s a different story.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Samson part of some different group?”
<+Morose> <Martin> watches, and listens to what he can hear from his spot closer to the back of the room. He doesn’t seem phased by the guys twice his size sitting nearby, despite the occasional funny looks they give the little twig of a guy.
<+Blackfyre> *Katarina* eventually makes her way over to the pool table, before looking to Zane. “Up for one more?”
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Zane nods to Katarina before looking at Ramirez. “Yeah. Kinda. It’s complicated… mostly just different political views really… except that he prefers to beat people into listening to his point of view.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Ah, if he’s like you, you should just shoot him in the head. It won’t kill em but it will be annoying as fuck for him to have to get the bullet back out.”
<+MichaelM> “Conversion by the sword?” Anet speaks up from the nearby booth. “What’s he doing in New Orleans? Shouldn’t he be in Washington, dictating foreign policy?”
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Zane chuckles just a bit, tossing and catching the ball again. “Yeah. Cept he’s built like a walking fridge… and that shit just pisses us off, which in turn, no bueno. When we get mad… we tend to go all ‘Hulk Smash’ and it can get pretty ugly.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “That’s when the rest of us go into the umbra, hombre.” * nods sagely. Ramirez had a plan for everything, so he thought..though of course a frenzying vampire would just go after other people instead. >.> He hadn’t thought that far..or did he care? It was hard to tell.
<+Morose> <Martin> tilts his head and then gets up, moving closer to Zane and Kat and Anet and Ramirez to involve himself.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ nods to Martin. “Hey.”
<+Morose> <Martin> nods to Ramirez. “How have you been?”
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Zane chuckles a bit at Anet. “I wish. Then he wouldn’t be my problem anymore.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Doing alright, thanks. How’s it going?
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> A group of about half a dozen guys walks in through the doors of the Trill. They are all wearing masks, but there is fresh blood on their clothes.
<+Morose> <Martin> starts to respond to Ramirez but then turns toward those that just entered. “They are all dead, and highly aggressive.”
<+Blackfyre> *Katarina* looks to the newcomers while fixing her cue. “Well, damn.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ nods to Martin and then turns to look at the guys with blood on their clothes. They can’t even eat neat. Slobs. xD He sips his mug of beer and settles in a corner chair at the bar to watch what’s going down.
<+MichaelM> Anet turns a cool gaze on the new arrivals. She examines them carefully, aware of the irony inherent in their facial attire and their actions. Masqueraded kindred risking the masquerade.
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> The group members look to each other and smile, slowly starting to spread out. One of them moves to the door and closes the heavy metal door.
<+Blackfyre> *Katarina* raises an eyebrow. “Well, now, boys. Y’all aren’t thinking of causing any trouble here, are you?”
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Zane looks at them like they are stupid and hops up, making a hand gesture toward Erik behind the bar while he eyes them. “I’m only giving you one warning. I don’t want trouble here. The door shoulda been a sign of what you are walking into, don’t be stupid.”
<+Blackfyre> *Katarina* just smiles and shifts her grip on the pool cue she’s holding.
<+Morose> <Martin> stands and crosses his arms as he watches the group, waiting to see what happens and not wanting to instigate.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ sips his drink and leans back, lighting a smoke. He studied the newest patrons while looking like he wasn’t. He didn’t want to be staring or something.
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> One of them steps forward, looking about the room and then steps right up to Zane. “Really? It looks to me that you are the one being stupid. You don’t know what you’re dealing with.”
<+Blackfyre> *Katarina* raises an eyebrow, moving around the pool table to look at the speaker. “And you do, boss?”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ yawns. He suddenly wished Hollow was there. But…he had another idea that could be fun too if it came down to it.
<+MichaelM> “I’d really advise listening to the man,” Anet says calmly. She stands and stares directly at the foremost individual. “You really ought to go home. Maybe think about the directions life’s taken you.”
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> The one that stepped up growls, whipping his head to look in Anet’s direction. At this point, the humans that are in the bar are starting to get really nervous as they are locked in and what they thought was a joke is not looking that way anymore. “Stupid bitch! Fuck em. Fuck em all up.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “This is the part where people should like run for the door and all that.” *sips beer.
<+Blackfyre> *Katarina* laughs and snaps the pool cue in half, giving Zane an apologetic smile.
<+MichaelM> “Resist if you’d like,” Anet shrugs. “It’s cute.”
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Erik moves surprisingly fast for a old viking-looking dude and tosses something to Zane and without blinking or hesitation, he rams it straight through the guy’s chest. “What was that?”, his words are almost hard to understand at first, as if the sound had to catch up suddenly. It was as if he didn’t even move. “Get out now, I let you take him with you, otherwise,
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> It was as if he didn’t even move. “Get out now, I let you take him with you, otherwise, you join him.”
<+Morose> <Martin> nods in agreement, remaining staunch in appearence despite not having a clue what he’d actually do against these guys.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ watches with such intensity. That was a fucking sweet ass move right there. “Damn, Zane. Remind me not to piss you off”. He laughs.
<+Blackfyre> *Katarina* chuckles. “Now, you still wanna fight, boys?”
<+LordCanis> |Connor| walks into the Trill after a while and immediately wtfs.
<+Blackfyre> *Katarina* is standing by the pool table with a piece of a broken pool cue in each hand.
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Two of the five remaining turn to look at Connor, there are people starting to freak out and move toward the back of the bar. A couple of the regulars are assisting them in the back, but not allowing them to leave.
<+LordCanis> |Connor| “I’m going to need some context here…” He starts to slink toward the people in the back.
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Zane is standing there, still eyeing the others. But they seem to have made their decision and reach down, grabbing the staked one and tossing him over their shoulder. “You are so fucked.”, the stranger mutters before they exit out the door Connor left open.
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Zane looks to Erik and nods, as Erik pulls out a phone and starts making some calls. Then Zane slams the metal door shut once they leave and pulls the heavy bar down to lock it.
<+LordCanis> |Connor| just stands there. “What did I walk in on, did I fuck up, and can I get get a straight whiskey on the rocks?”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “That was awesome, Zane, but I get the feeling that’s just the beginning with these a-holes.”
<+MichaelM> “Should I put a legal team on standby for you?” Anet asks cordially, casting a glance at Zane. “There might yet be a police inquiry.”
<+Morose> <Martin> glances toward Zane, and then toward the frightened people in the back of the room. “That would depend on whether there are witnesses.”
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Zane looks to Connor. “Wasn’t you, yes you can… and… might need some help in a moment depending on how things go.”, he looks toward the people as an aura of calm seems to eminate from him. “Can’t put em all in a box…”, he mumbles to himself.
<+LordCanis> |Connor| “Shit… shit shit shit.” He waits patiently for his whiskey.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Yer not helping by acting all panicky”, he said to Connor.
<+Blackfyre> *Katarina* looks at Connor. “Bro, relax. Look at me.”
<+LordCanis> |Connor| “Well… to be honest… never been in a possible witness situation before.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I’d like to slip out while I can if cops are coming. See you guys later.” Ramirez gets up and finishes off the mug of beer.
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Zane sighs and walks over, trying his best to calm the people down. It seems to work, and by the end of it he gets the three of them to go sit in his booth and nods to Erik to send some drinks over their way. Then he looks to Ram and chuckles. “Cops don’t come in here. Even if they did… not getting through these streets tonight. But if you gotta run, there is
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> But if you gotta run, there is a back door.”
<+LordCanis> |Connor| goes to sit down at the booth. “Well… that’s good.”
<+Morose> <Martin> looks to the people, then to Zane and moves toward one of the tables in the back to sit quietly and observe.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Ah good. I hate cops. I should be going though anyway. See you guys next time!”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ waves and would head out after leaving some tip for the bartender.
<+Blackfyre> *Katarina* puts the pool stick halves down and goes to take a seat in a booth
<+MichaelM> Anet sighs and returns to her seat. “It seems that the righteous never sleep. Or get Mardi Gras off,” she mutters as she pulls out her phone once more and sends a few quick messages.
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> After a little more than half their drinks, the people in the booth that Zane took aside are totally passed out. He sighs a bit, looking at them, and then takes out his phone and makes a couple of brief calls. “They’ll be fine… I got them a room to go sleep this shit off and they won’t remember much if anything.”
<+MichaelM> “Seems like another normal end of February for this city, from what I’ve heard,” Anet observes.
<+MichaelM> “I doubt they’d notice the difference.”
<+LordCanis> |Connor| “Well… judging by the amount of tits I saw being flashed on the way here… probably, yeah.”
<+MichaelM> “Yes. Tactfully put,” Anet says, wrinkling her nose slightly.
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Zane chuckles a bit at Connor. “Come on, that’s like… the best part. I totally missed so many chances for titty this evening cause i had to be responsible and try to watch out for trouble.”
<+LordCanis> |Connor| “I’m not a tit man, what can I say?”
<+MichaelM> “How inspiring to know that the libidos of some can survive even death,” Anet deadpanns, “truly this must be among the most inspiring traits of humanity.”
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Zane chuckles and shakes his head, then indicates Kat’s rather ample cleavage. “I was kinda hoping she’d flash em as a distraction. And there is nothing wrong with a little intimacy now and then… or not wanting it. Though I personally think it’d be lonely.”
<+LordCanis> |Connor| smirks. “I may not be human anymore, but… since when does that mean I have to be an uptight twatwaffle?”
<+MichaelM> “You could wright the world’s most obscene compendium,” Anet tells Connor brusquely. “And it is not lonely. It is liberating, as it provides much more clarity for more important pursuits, among which I would consider the vast majority of activities.”
<+LordCanis> |Connor| sips his whiskey. “I don’t think I could do the loner schtick at all.”
<@Aeon-Rook> <Storyteller> Zane sighs at Anet but doesn’t argue with her any further. He pats Connor on the shoulder, and looks to Erik. “I’m going to go see Lynn. Free drinks for those that do… and finish getting stuff cleaned up, please?”
<+MichaelM> “Of course,” Anet nods, looking up briefly from her phone to acknowledge the request. Then she turns to Connor. “It’s not lonely at all. Duty is a more than satisfactory consort, albeit a demanding one,” she says with a slight smile.
<+LordCanis> |Connor| finishes the rest of the whiskey. “Well, we’ll agree to disagree. Sorry for missing the party. Have a good night”
<+Blackfyre> *Katarina* heads out
Session Close: Wed Mar 01 00:00:00 2017