"Oh! There they are!" Cesar conjured up a broad grin as he brought Spoonicus to the set shouting for him and sat him in front of them to let them speak better.
Ah, yes, hello. How have you all been?My Knight has a bit of a temper albeit rightfully so, hopefully that scuffle earlier didn't scare you..
Cesar once more turns to Nikolai. "You haven't seen anything odd in the crowd or the edges of the room have you? No disgruntled cluster of forks or suspicious-looking butter knives?"
Let Spoonicus converse with his family.
"Uuum. . . no."
‘We missed you!’
‘Where were you?’
‘I want to go on an adventure too.’
‘What was it like?’
‘We took you for lost or melted down!’
‘You mustn’t leave again.’
‘You must stay, what will the pastry forks do without their big brother?’
‘Oh, Spoonicus, I kept your spot clean for you.’
‘Why did you go?’
The questions come quickly, hardly giving time for an answer. All the cutlery is trying to speak at once. It must be a little overwhelming for Spoonicus, however he does have a strong lineage and upbringing, so he can probably handle the situation.
Break the door down. See the future to best deal with the situation.
You attempt to see into the future, your instincts kicking in to help in seeing and understanding what may be coming, however without any divination instruments you end up with 0 successes, the future remains cloudy to you.
Your strength is high enough you can easily break down the door, however, and you do so.
I'm not really strong enough to help knock down a locked door. Instead get ye knife and prepare to stabby stabby the zombie.
With your knife at the ready, your flashlight shining on whatever might be on the other side, Ash breaks down the door. For a long, quiet moment there is silence. Nothing.
Then there comes a scuffling as whatever it is lunges out of the room at Ash. It has human flesh, human skin. Human eyes, human arms. The problem is it clearly isn’t human, as it has no less than ten arms reaching off the same torso. The arms can walk somewhat like a spider, all of them holding up the body, all of them connected to the torso. There is no head, instead there are simply hundreds of eyes all over the torso. It sees all that is around it with the eyes. The flesh is all seamlessly attached with no scarring. It looks as though this creature was born this way.
At first when you see it you determine it must have no mouth but as Ash quickly notices, there is a mouth in the palm of every hand, as it grabs onto her it begins chewing with these mouths. It clearly has no voice or chooses not to use it.
Lyssha does not dodge the creature. The teeth, however, are only regular human teeth, therefore they do not deal aggravated damage. Lyssha has no armour and so takes 2 damage.
This, of course, is when Morgan stabs the creature. It does not dodge and takes 3 damage. The creature scuffles in pain, and the blood that it bleeds is intoxicating. Both Ash and Morgan feel the desperate desire to feed, and frenzy check. (This is only because you are so young)
Morgan does not frenzy
Lyssha frenzies with a very poor roll (As well as Lyssha’s natural difficulty increase) and must feed on the creature, she feels the desperate and uncontrollable need to drain it dry.
"Thank you, thank you, I was starting to think all of you people were crazy! I mean, putting a woman like that in charge of fledglings, it's just crazy, she's out of control, fledglings need a real winner to lead! But you people aren't so bad, you're smart, you saw she's no good, you stopped her, good people, very good."
Trump spews the above, then heads to leave. He's gonna try and find his Russian bodyguard, or failing that, find someone who will let him use their cellphone.
‘It is our pleasure.’ The robed man heads to leave, following his associates who are restraining the snarling Mirella as they walk.
Trump leaves the room, setting foot under his own guidance through the coal exchange for the first time. He wanders for a bit before finding the great hall. Around him are 30-40 or so vampires, many looking very different from each other, most dropping him strange looks. Other than this they keep to themselves. The ones who are wearing formal evening gowns all appear in a group together. The brutish ones all seem to be grouped together. There are two over in the corner who look very strange, one of them seeming to have a crocodile’s tail, and the other seeming to have large, slit-pupil eyes that also glance in Trump’s direction as though he is the anomaly here. None appear hostile, and the conversation around the room is not audible, but rather spoken in hushed tones.
Uh, okay.
Smith hesitates slightly and then throws a haymaker at Serge's chest.
Serge is no longer there, seemingly faster than the eye can follow he has moved. A fraction of a second later he is behind Smith, bending down and speaking into his ear. ‘You need to move faster. No hesitation.’ Then Serge is in front of him once more, where he originally stood. ‘You won’t hurt me.’
Explain that I would be happy to provide evening classes and services for the students, but am otherwise committed during the day. The arrangement is acceptable, Father Gerald is willing to pay rent for use of the auditorium, and the school children are welcome to join the congregation and attend night classes.
Father Gerald, or his attendants will also need to perform a reconnaissance of the school grounds, looking for hiding places, anything that can possibly be turned into a crypt or vault worthy of a vampiric domain.
The school is happy to allow this, but will add an extra $100 per night, as they require a religious education teacher to mesh with the daytime timetable. The first service’s time and date is booked, and paid for. They hand you a key for whenever you will need to use it.
The building is quite basic on the inside, but it is a modern one, being inner city. Windows along either side of the roof let sunlight in for a spacious, architectural feeling. Behind the stage, the changing rooms do not have windows but there really isn’t any underground or private areas.
You search the rest of the school, however the buildings are mostly the same sort of new, with large windows to being light to the place during the day and conceivably raise morale of students.
There is however an underground system of tunnels, mostly, it seems, used as storm water drains. Though small they would probably do as accommodation if desperately required, but they are very cramped.
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