Considering the way his eyes widen, an outsider could see Cesar is downright unnerved. "S-SPOONICUS! WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?! WHERE ARE THEY?!" Cesar searches the room frantically, overturning anything he can reach to find the source of the din. Unbeknownst to Cesar, he began to use one of his powers while his hand hovered over where he kept his .44 tucked in his belt.
Cesar unconsciously spends a blood point on Auspex 1 while searching the room up and down, enhancing his sense of sight in order to see everything better.
Cesar botches his Auspex roll
He is far too overwhelmed to notice anything. The voices are loud but over the cacophony that is otherwise overwhelming there comes a few voices
‘Shh’
‘Shhh!’
‘Quiet down’
‘I think he might be hearing us’ That one definitely came from one of the teacups.
The voices slowly chatter down to a lower volume. Whispers still fly around the room but at a manageable noise level. Cesar knows they are all talking about him.
Ash turns aside to speak with Morgan.
"So Morgan, do you want to check out the basements for whatever that Nosferatu is worrying about? One of the other Ash's is clamoring for me to do something fun, and I think that fits the definition."
"Eh, sure. If you can buy a flashlight."
"Oh, uh... Don't you have one? I need to save up some money first. I don't exactly have any free cash lying about."
"I guess I could buy one. Hold on."
Go buy a flashlight for $100, then go on basement adventure with Ash.
There are many entrances to the expansive basement level. Many are well-lit parlour or cellar areas. Some even contain rooms for vampires who come and go. This Nosferatu though, he lives next to the dingiest, darkest, most foreboding of the entrances. The door was painted shut possible a decade or two ago, and now with the paint decaying and the wood beneath rotting slightly, the paint cracks when rammed by Morgan’s shoulder, and the door creaks ominously open. The stench of mould fills the air, and of course the lights are out. Everything seems pitch black down here. Sure enough though, there is a faint thumping off in the distance.
(( HAPPY SOLSTICE EVERYONE. ))
Start a cult, with my three new friends as my first disciples. Edify them of the wonders of redemption and the everlasting life that we have entered into. Prepare to go forth into the world of men to preach the good news to all.
You are the first of the fledglings to set foot outside the coal exchange. You leave by one of the smaller entrances and you make your way to a nearby evangelical church that is conveniently holding a night service. Derek appears to be nervous the whole time that the sky will suck him in, but follows you regardless.
Once in the church you introduce yourself as a minister of God and request to speak. As these people are evangelical Christians, they let you, because God may have sent you to speak to them.
As you yourself believe what you are saying, we roll presence+ leadership to give a sermon. You manage to give a decently impressive sermon. To persuade people to your cause, you then roll Presence + Persuasion. You gain (Shockingly) only one success, converting 10 people of the 80 present to your cause.
Write me a nice speech to see how you do this.
Smith muses over this, before agreeing, Yeah, that sounds like a bad plan, are we actually losing territory though?
‘Yeah’ Replies Serge. ‘We’ve been losing it for the last 5 years because of this. Northern Wales is taking more territory and we have Sabbat packs running wild, we’re losing this war. It doesn’t need to be this way but it’s like our prince wants the neonates out there for some reason.’ Serge thought a moment. ‘Or maybe he doesn’t like his experienced soldiers out there. But that’s why he’s started having fledglings embraced in hatcheries the way you were, the neonates out there are being killed. Usually one sire has one childe and the sire raises them until they’re neonate, and that takes years. Now he orders you to be embraced and not days later here you are, a fledgling named a neonate. But you’re still a fledgling in the eyes of everyone here.’
The way Serge looks at Smith is with respect, but a certain protectiveness.
*sigh*Сумасшедший американец. . .
Nikolai, exasperated, decides to leave Trump to his own devices. He heads to the dining hall to look for some vampires from his clan do he can introduce himself
Nikolai stumbles through the confusing corridors until he finds the dining hall. He can see inside that Cesar, one of the other fledglings, appears to be having some difficulty. He is yelling very loudly about something at that spoon he was talking to earlier.
Trump reels away from Mirella, clutching his head and screaming in pain. He stumbles into a nearby wall, and shoots an enraged glare at Mirella's (presumably fleeing) form "Did you do this?! You horrible little weak coward! I'm going back to America, you incompetent losers can't stop me!"
Trump will pause where he is, just trying to rest and deal with the psychic scream for now. If Mirella doesn't flee, he's just gonna continue shouting at her, though without physically engaging her.
Mirella has been called a horrible, weak coward. ‘Who do you think gave you this gift of eternal life, asshole?’ She fails immediately her frenzy check, occurring because of her dementation of delusions of grandeur. This giant, orange buffoon has no idea what he is talking about, she was the one who gave him this gift.
She attacks him outright, teeth bared, going for his throat, but she misses entirely, Trump being much larger than she is, and she stumbles landing on the ground.
Trump crit successes his frenzy check (Rolled 9,10,9) and does not frenzy.
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