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New Orleans by Night V:TM forum RPG (Chapter 1)
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Vitorio looks at Thomas as a Kine would look at a disfigured baby, a mixture of disgust and pity on his face.Scoop20906 wrote:Thomas whispers: Perhaps Antonio/Jack can bluff him enough that violence won't be necessary at this point?
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Vitorio looks at Troy, shrugs and picks up a rock. Throwing the rock in a gentle arc into the water behind the Ghoul he says softlytru1cy wrote:In a hushed voice with a note inpatient tone
Someone do something or we will go the way of violence
How about both?
/ooc The above occurs after Jack has begun talking to the Ghoul and has gotten within reach of the foul thing.
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Vitorio then remembers he is standing way over by the friggin door and asks that his above comments and actions be ignored as impossible from where he is.
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Your fishing trip seems to have been successful, though if memory serves you are normally expected to throw the small pitiful ones back
Antonio manages a small bit of dark humor to creep into his voice for this, but the disdain is clear.
Is there a reason you are dawdling this evening? Antonio sneers.
Antonio manages a small bit of dark humor to creep into his voice for this, but the disdain is clear.
Is there a reason you are dawdling this evening? Antonio sneers.
"Where are you off to?"
"I don't know," Snufkin replied.
The door shut again and Snufkin entered his forest, with a hundred miles of silence ahead of him.
Sweet sweet meat come. -LordMortis
"I don't know," Snufkin replied.
The door shut again and Snufkin entered his forest, with a hundred miles of silence ahead of him.
Sweet sweet meat come. -LordMortis
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"Quickly now! Carry dinner inside before it gets cold!" chides Antonio. "We have guests tonight."
"Yes master" the man acknowledges. He scoops up the struggling form with little effort and heads to the front door. With his free hand he raps on the door three times and with a pause three times more. You hear the sound of a heavy bar being lifted and the door creaks open. Antonio casually strolls inside the building and you all hurry to catch up to enter as well.
You enter into a large room. The limestone walls are adorned with various paintings. Most of them are in the likeness of Antonio. A heraldic crest, complete with crossed swords, stand above a burning fireplace. The floors are a bare concrete with rust colored stains in multiple locations. Two doors are visible on the right side of the wall while on the far wall in front of you a spiral staircase leads up to the tower.
Two men stop playing dominoes when you enter and look at Antonio in stunned silence. They are both foreigners. One looks to be North African and the other Italian. On the table is an old fashioned record player loudly playing Mendelssohn's "Hebrides Overture". The man carrying the vagrant enters last and roughly deposits him on the floor.
A playful smile lights up Antonio's face. "Now then gentlemen. This is where you come in." he says with a nod towards the coterie.
"Yes master" the man acknowledges. He scoops up the struggling form with little effort and heads to the front door. With his free hand he raps on the door three times and with a pause three times more. You hear the sound of a heavy bar being lifted and the door creaks open. Antonio casually strolls inside the building and you all hurry to catch up to enter as well.
You enter into a large room. The limestone walls are adorned with various paintings. Most of them are in the likeness of Antonio. A heraldic crest, complete with crossed swords, stand above a burning fireplace. The floors are a bare concrete with rust colored stains in multiple locations. Two doors are visible on the right side of the wall while on the far wall in front of you a spiral staircase leads up to the tower.
Two men stop playing dominoes when you enter and look at Antonio in stunned silence. They are both foreigners. One looks to be North African and the other Italian. On the table is an old fashioned record player loudly playing Mendelssohn's "Hebrides Overture". The man carrying the vagrant enters last and roughly deposits him on the floor.
A playful smile lights up Antonio's face. "Now then gentlemen. This is where you come in." he says with a nod towards the coterie.
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With a blur of movement Troy fires a round each at his sitting targets. The suddenness of the action takes the men off guard. Troy's aim is true for each shot, hitting both men in the face and upper body. Both of them tumble out of the chair from recoil with the blast. Their blood splattered and mangled bodies lie limp in a growing pool of blood on the floor.
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Vitorio stands by until the shots stop flying then casually walks over to the coat of arms and begins examining the crest and swords. If the swords are not fixed to the wall he will take them both.
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Mmm.Both of them tumble out of the chair from recoil with the blast. Their blood splattered and mangled bodies lie limp in a growing pool of blood on the floor.
Well I do hope one of the two of you can interrogate the remains, Antonio smirks, directed to Thomas and Vitorio.
WANT TO PLAY-hush, it is not your turn
"Where are you off to?"
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Sweet sweet meat come. -LordMortis
"I don't know," Snufkin replied.
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Sweet sweet meat come. -LordMortis
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Vitorio looks over his shoulder at AntonioChaosraven wrote:Mmm.Both of them tumble out of the chair from recoil with the blast. Their blood splattered and mangled bodies lie limp in a growing pool of blood on the floor.
Well I do hope one of the two of you can interrogate the remains, Antonio smirks, directed to Thomas and Vitorio.
WANT TO PLAY-hush, it is not your turn
Hmmm? Oh, yes, I do not think that will be much of a problem.
He turns his attention back to the coat of arms.
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Thomas places the needle back on the record on the record player. He lowers the volume to a low but still audible level.
Thomas raises his pistol and slowly opens the first door on the right with his pistol point through the opening and looks inside ...
Thomas raises his pistol and slowly opens the first door on the right with his pistol point through the opening and looks inside ...
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The veil of darkness begins to dissipate. The rooms is now in a wrecked state. The table and chairs are tossed around and splintered. The record player is smashed beyond repair. There is a heavy smell in the air of sulfur or gunpowder.
A dozen or so feet from the entry door is Antonio running at full speed. He is coming from the direction of the staircase and heading in the direction of the door you all entered in from. His right hand is holding a heavy briefcase. You have all seen this briefcase before in the vision with Papa Cancro.
Storyteller Note: What happened with each of you is slightly different during this scene. Please check the offsite forum for updates before posting in this thread.
A dozen or so feet from the entry door is Antonio running at full speed. He is coming from the direction of the staircase and heading in the direction of the door you all entered in from. His right hand is holding a heavy briefcase. You have all seen this briefcase before in the vision with Papa Cancro.
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Just shoot him already.
Raising his voice...
Rev, he is headed your way. Take him down hard.
Raising his voice...
Rev, he is headed your way. Take him down hard.
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Antonio slows slightly as Thomas brandishes his pistol at him. With a sneer of contempt, Antonio replies to Thomas' demand. "Grovel before me worm!". A strange look momentarily plays across Thomas' face. With a surge of willpower, Thomas resists the command directed at him. Thomas averts his eyes to Antonio's legs and fires his pistol, hitting the Lasombra in the thigh. Antonio howls in pain and nearly falls on his face. He drops the briefcase as he attempts to restore his balance.
Cursing in rage, Troy moves with incredible speed and dexterity as he lines up a shot at Antonio. Two blasts sound from his shotgun and hits the Lasombra squarely in the back. Before Antonio can collapse on to the ground, Revnant bursts through the door and roughly tackles him. The two go hurtling through the debris in the room and stop with a crash upon the destroyed table. The Lasombra lies still. A piece of the table leg has pierced his back and comes out all the way through the center of his chest.
The room is now covered in blood. The heavy smoke that fills the air would choke you if you breathed. The vagrant that was brought into the room by the boatman is dead. Multiple small puncture wounds from the grenade are visible on his head and chest. In the distance you hear the sound of approaching sirens. Time to get out of here.
Vitorio strolls over to the briefcase and secures it. Revnant picks up the Lasombra in torpor and slings him over his shoulder. With a smile of satisfaction Antonio/Jack looks around the destroyed room and pronounces "Let us depart in haste". Quickly you all move down the path and get back into your vehicles. About half a mile down Highway 11 you pass a couple of police cars on the way to the motte and bailey.
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Cursing in rage, Troy moves with incredible speed and dexterity as he lines up a shot at Antonio. Two blasts sound from his shotgun and hits the Lasombra squarely in the back. Before Antonio can collapse on to the ground, Revnant bursts through the door and roughly tackles him. The two go hurtling through the debris in the room and stop with a crash upon the destroyed table. The Lasombra lies still. A piece of the table leg has pierced his back and comes out all the way through the center of his chest.
The room is now covered in blood. The heavy smoke that fills the air would choke you if you breathed. The vagrant that was brought into the room by the boatman is dead. Multiple small puncture wounds from the grenade are visible on his head and chest. In the distance you hear the sound of approaching sirens. Time to get out of here.
Vitorio strolls over to the briefcase and secures it. Revnant picks up the Lasombra in torpor and slings him over his shoulder. With a smile of satisfaction Antonio/Jack looks around the destroyed room and pronounces "Let us depart in haste". Quickly you all move down the path and get back into your vehicles. About half a mile down Highway 11 you pass a couple of police cars on the way to the motte and bailey.
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We want to start by giving the Giovanni complete and utter control of New Orleans and all in it. Just a suggestion. I'm sure we would offer a reasonable price.
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Pfft. You're a friend. You wouldn't have to cowtow. I picture you as the "interrogation specialist" with regards to all things Sabbat. How does that sound?RevHempus71 wrote:Ahem... I happen to be in New Orleans at the moment, and i am not cowtowing to anyone.
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RevHempus71 wrote:Screw the Prince. I think there is something bigger going on. I would like the chance to interogate him a bit before the prince is present. Plus Papa Cancro will be wanting his case back. So I think there is a lot to think about.
transfered from off-site.Remus West wrote:Ahem. We agreed to work for the Prince so I can not agree to the "screw the Prince" mentality. That said, I do not believe we agreed to rush any prisoners to him before we finish with them. For that matter I do not believe we agreed to any specifics regarding any prisoners. I think we should have a good long discussion with this one before moving forward. We may been in line to corral some of the Minions of Set for the Prince should he offer the proper incentives. Lastly, I agree we need to speak to Cancro again but what case are you refering to?
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