Tear the creature apart.
"Die, bloody revenant! Haha, bloody..."
Stab, stab, stab the freak of nature!
Lyssha crits and immediately manages to tear a limb off the thing. Theer is a great scuffle, as though it is in pain, but still silence. Clearly those mouths have no vocal chords. That is when Morgan stabs at it. The thing stumbles, its hands/feet/mouths not finding proper fitting amidst the smeared mix of its own blood and the coal dust on the ground. Lyssha continues to feed until there isn’t blood left in the thing, before dropping out of frenzy in a rather dazed state. The creatures eyes are all wide and terrified in its death, you count perhaps thirty of them. You have never seen a creature like this and did not know they existed. Why is there one in the basement?
I find your worries and concerns very considerate, but I must ask you not to bother yourself with my wellbeing. Sir Cesar is a strong and ever-vigilant guard, even if I have to reel him in every now and then. My brothers.. well, we share blood. You're as capable of strength and valor as I am, we all have ambition and success in our lineage. I believe in you, all of you. I'm here primarily to let you know that I will most likely be leaving soon, I'm leaving to bring conquest and greatness for our family and it's generations to come. Fear not, I will return some day once more- and with gifts and souvernirs for you all as well. In fact, I'm so confident in this that I will say 'until we meet again' instead of 'goodbye', for it is certain we will unite once more. Spoonicus smiled at the rest of his clan, or at least he would have if he weren't a spoon. Sir Cesar. He beckoned his Knight to lift him. Until we meet again, may great peace and fortune come to you, my kin!
Cesar picks up Spoonicus, whispers a little bit and walks away towards Nikolai. "That appears to be it, Spoonicus is ready to leave now. We'll be searching for something, and the memory of whatever it is. Accompany me if you'd like, Nickeltide, Spoonicus say he can always use more assistants."
Seek out Mirella, now that Cesar remembered he must ask Milwaukee a few questions.
The cutlery all mourn for spoonicus’s leaving. After all, it isn’t often a piece of cutlery goes on a quest of soul searching. Many of the smaller pieces, most likely children, ask to join them on the quest.
You search a few of the rooms, but have no success in finding Mirella. You meet a few vampires who mostly call you kook. You believe this to be some sort of substitute clan name for you.
In the end, unsuccessful, Spoonicus speaks. You unwittingly spend one blood point on Dementation level 3, and he mentions
‘You know, she may be on one of the upper floors, I expect she likes the ocean, it’s probably going to be a room with a view of it from what I expect.’Return to the coal exchange...
On the way home, maybe pop by an occult bookstore and get a Tarot Deck and a few more bibles.
Find somewhere private,
Start instructing the Malkavian disciples the basics of Christian Theology and how to teach it. But we'll also tap into the gnostic heresies to induct them in the basics of the occult truths that they are in fact, living Gods!
(a bit too busy to write a nice speach for all that at the moment)
You buy the supplies you need, the tarot deck and bibles for each of the Malks you have recruited. This totals at $700.
The coal exchange has plenty of private rooms, but you choose Bryanna’s, and she seems to be bursting at the seems with excitement. ‘You must, you must speak with my daughter!’ Bryanna seems unable to sit still for any longer, and seems to need you to act as medium between her and her long-dead daughter.
‘Shh’ Ryan says ‘Our God is going to speak, we must be glad for whatever he tells us’
‘He isn’t god, you buffoon, but he can speak to him, and that means he can speak to my daughter’
‘You DARE speak as though God is not here in our midst?’
‘He’s NOT God!’
The two Malks are becoming rather riled up in their conflicting delusions. Derek speaks quietly. ‘I don’t think either of you are understanding.’ He is not heard over the argument.
If you say so.
Serge doesn't hesitate this time and does a feint with his right hand for Serge, then throws a left handed punch at Serges head. He also sees if he could tap into his celerity.
((You may take two extra actions next turn due to Celerity.))
Serge sees both movements and blocks the punch easily, but smiles. ‘Now faster.’ He knows how close Smith is to tapping into the power correctly. There is something about him. The bond you feel has instantly sprung up with him feels very slightly supernatural, but you do not have the occult knowledge to know why.
Trump wanders around the room for a short time, looking almost lost. Upon realizing that there's no elevated speaking area, he shrugs and heads directly to the center of the room and starts speaking loudly, addressing everyone in the room.
"Hello, hello, listen here folks. I'm sure you all know who I am, I'm Donald J Trump, the President of the United States. I have to say, this place is really beautiful, a lot of great winners here, you've done great things--I'm here on business, I didn't expect it, but I was needed here, and I'm a nice guy, how could I not come? Yeah, this place is tremendous, just great, you've got so many mortals, so much blood, just so much, but it's not perfect, you know what I'm saying? Of course you do, everyone knows it, you've got so much blood, but there's issues with the leadership, I just can't believe this, but they're putting fledglings in charge of fledglings? I was just talking to this woman, Mirella, she was just nasty believe me, she couldn't control herself, just attacked me, it was a disgrace! It's unbelievable, we're putting out of control women like that in charge of fledglings, what has this place come to? It's sad, I'd love to help, you vampires need someone with a leader's temperament, but I need to get back to America, my country needs me, America has had so many losers in power, it was just a disaster, it's time for a winner to fix things. You folks have helped me though, I'll remember you, especially if you can help me save America."
Throw some dirt on Mirella while begging for help. Oh, and spend a blood point to use Presence on everyone in the room.
Many in the room look up to watch Trump- the ones effected by presence. There are some that don’t even bother to look. The vampires wait out the speech with patience, but then turn back to whatever they were doing. A faint smile is given from a few of the Toreador, but one of the gangrels sneers at Trump. The female, the one with the strange eyes, puts a hand on the other’s shoulder, faintly whispering ‘Don’t bother with him’ They are not of this domain, merely visiting, but must keep to its laws nonetheless. ‘I don’t like all these fledglings running around thinking they own the place’ the other replies quietly.
One Malkavian is whispering to another. ‘That’s not the real trump, that’s just a Nosferatu’ Another replies with ‘Oh, that makes sense, I just saw Trump on TV.’
A Nosferatu looks at both the Malks exasperated, as though insulted that they think Nosferatus just go walking around looking like Trump for no reason.
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