Date: Friday, May 09, 1997 2:03 PM
To: Vampire The Masquerade
Subject: DbN: Where are wheeeeeeee gon
Outside, Canth, awaited them.
"Thankyou all for coming."
Looking disappointed, "I thought I might get a snack in before we actually got to you, Canth." he glanced side long at Shen.
She smirked, "I know you better than that, Ryk."
Decked out in his leather best, Ryk, bowed mockingly. "Ya, right."
Both Joseph and Rebecca are brought up short by the lack of a fight in the street outside the Church.
"I didn't expect such a good turn out." Canth smiled knowingly at them.
The three vampires looked at eachother, quizically, and then realized they had been duped. Joseph was keeping as close to the Church as possible to make it quite clear to Ryk that he had not left Elysium yet, although his ears were just as curious as the rest. Rebecca seemed unconcerned but more than willing to watch.
Shen took this brief moment to distance himself from the vampires and move on the other side of Canth. It almost seemed like a stand off.
"Why didn't you tell me the Malkavians were already in there?" Ryk looked oddly perplexed.
Canth, canting her head to the side, "I didn't think it would concern you much, Ryk."
He cursed under his breath. Whether he liked to admit it or not, he definitely liked the troublesome Malks. They were more like Brujah than most brujah he knew. Why did that bother him? Was it becoming a weakness? If so, he'd have to do something about it. The last thing he wanted was someone taking advantage of a soft spot. That was not feasible. It was unacceptable and not becoming of the elder of the Brujah clan. Still, they couldn't fight worth shit, and it would be a shame if they did something dumb without him...besides, he didn't have anything to fear from any of the tag alongs. He looked at the cringing Joseph on the other side of Rebecca, lured here by the promise of witnessing Garou magic, while Rebecca herself was here for the riches that could be found in such an old vampires estate and mansion. They had all decided to hold their differences til after the journey. This trip was Elysium. According to vampire law that meant no violence perpetrated against other kindred vampire. It didn't get much stranger than this. Ryk was simply here because having Canth owe him another favor was just too priceless. He respected the werewolves ability to rend and tear and that was a valuable commodity for a kindred elder. Especially when that elder is a brujah.
"Chicken wire?" wHo? spat out some dirt that had gotten on his lips. "We dug through all this dirt to hit chicken wire???"
"Makes sense, yes?" millie answered.
They had went from room to room upstairs and only found one of any interest. It was filled with about a foot of dirt and underneath, on the floor, chicken wire.
"Shouldn't we get back and tell Canth what we found, wHo??" millie glanced out into the hall where their werewolf escort awaited them.
wHo? nodded, "Almost forgot. Lets go!" He leaped up quickly, catching himself on some chicken wire, panicked, and fired blindly at it.
It didn't move.
With an understanding look, millie, took his hand and led him from the lethal room.
They reached the main door again with no interruption, but quickly decided they couldn't bring their friends outside with them and left them upstairs. The mansion was still quiet.
It wasn't difficult to get back the way they had come, being close to invisible, and soon found that three other friends had joined with Canth and were waiting to give a helping hand. Ryk, shaking his head, Rebecca, wearing a less than amused cold expression, and Joseph.
"JOSEPH!" The Malks flocked to him, like bees to honey, and it was quite apparent from the way he shied from them that he wished he could be a pillar of burning flame to the pesky Malkavians.
"Don't touch me!"
"No, if you'll go away, I'll pleasantly lie to you any day."
Joseph Tudor felt rather proud of himself. Being the elder of the Clan Tremere, a family of untrusting, magically adept, vampires, he had little time for social come backs. This was strangely satisfying.
"What's this?" wHo? was playing with a gold cast rabbits foot in the palm of his hand, it had odd silvered claws.
"Give me that!" Joseph snatched it back violently, murder in his eyes.
"Is it yours?"
"You stole it from me, of course it's mine, you ... you ..." he found himself speachless in his rage.
"Fool?" Ryk supplied helpfully.
Joseph held his tongue.
"Now, now, gentlemen, no need for these childish antics. Can we get this over with? I'd like to visit my new european holiday home sometime this year." Rebecca was flawless in her gathering of the situations necessities, as was usually the case, they always benefited her.
The Malkavians led the way into the mansions' ill kept grounds.
"You do a front roll here." wHo? explained.
"Then a cartwheel around this one." continued millie.
"Never forgetting the side step at this point here."
The rest of the group watched the Malks in amused dismay.
Joseph Tudor was not impressed with the acrobatic prowess of the two, "I'd much rather just walk around the cluster of anti-personnel mines, thankyou anyway." and veered from their destructive path.
He heard a definite click under his step and froze.
"But they're all over the place, Joseph." smiled millie.
Cool thoughts of Malkavian dismemberment passed across the Tremere elders mind.
"No thankyou, wHo?," explained Rebecca, "I can climb this wall myself. Yes. Thankyou again. Please get out of my way." She vaulted over the six foot wall with the greatest of ease landing, with simple grace, on the other side. Joseph Tudor traversed the wall last. The vast unkept grounds spread out before them. Hulking in the midst of the horticultural nightmare the old mansion lurked like a waiting predator. Even at a distance of five hundred metres, it seemed ominous. They could see moving shapes in between them and the residence. millie and wHo? spilled their wealth of knowledge.
"They're werewolves and gangrel that look like big wolves."
"They didn't fool us though."
"Nope, we know the difference."
"Happens all the time."
"Think you're a wolf but you're really a meow."
"Would anyone else, other than me, like them to stop right now?" Joseph asked in frustration.
Shen, noting the wyms discomfort, shook his head with a grin.
Ryk flashed his fangs in a terrible parody of a smile. "Meow happens."
The figures were closing with them.
Canth, being the largest and probably the deadliest fighter of the group, took the lead. Despite her usual vigor in battle the upcoming combat did not seem to excite her, muscles tensed without any care as to why, eyes focused forward without any sign of passion. An empty vessel.
Ryk stopped to tie his shoe lace.
The Malks bounded along beside Canth, oblivious to the charging foes.
Shen, in Cronos form, looked like he could stop a buffalo's charge. His muscles flexed and contracted as he built up speed, a fierce flame in his eyes, death in his pace. This was his tribute to glory. He would let the meaning begin now.
Joseph and Rebecca followed closely behind the werewolves, not wishing to stray from the obvious shield being provided. Pulling the slide back on her glock, Rebecca ensured her weapon was ready for defense. Using his powerful gaze, Joseph was trying to locate weak willed friends amongst the charging mass.
Amidst the gangrel, werewolf mix, a smaller member had suddenly latched onto its fellow pack member and was tearing open his haunches from the side.
He had already found one.
The two groups clashed.
It was quite obvious from the start that the intruders were outnumbered.
A small flame flickered, a safe distance from the confrontation, and was brought to the tip of a ragged cigarrette. He conciously inhaled bringing the smoke to life and exhaled a small cloud of satisfaction. Suckers. Crouched down on his haunches in an almost sitting position, Ryk, observed the fight. Poor form. Savage. Critique came easy for him, there was so much at fault in the world to speak of, especially in these amateurs. The pup let two opponents attack him at once, sloppy, Rebecca was playing it cool, staying back and waiting for an opening in the werewolves, Joseph was ... he was ... ah, noting a couple of the attackers cease in their hostilities, he's dominating some of them. They shouldn't have made eye contact with a Tremere mage. You should never let them touch you either. Ryk, fingered the ear plugs to ensure they were still in place. Gotta take precautions, even if this trip is Elysium, there's always afterwards.
Rending claws slashed across its chest, after tearing open the throat on a downward journey, dead, falling. A backward slash with precise accuracy takes off the muzzle of an unprepared, rage filled, werewolf, dead, falling. They each hit the ground as Shen arrives at his next foe. He's never considered pondering actions when they are still needed to be conducted. Plenty of time for reflection at a calmer time, now was not that moment. Bringing up an arm to block the weak attack of a hesitant gangrels claws, he slides himself under its guard and fairly puts the wolf-looking vampire off its feet with his claws shoved up into a shattered chest. He drops the carcass, still steaming, to the ground and shakes his mane to take in the battle scene. As the vampire at his feet stirs in healing, his clawed foot stomps down on its skull. Destroyed.
When did you give me all of this
A rage filled heart my soul dismissed
An anger I can never sway
I give my everything this way
Plunge my spirit like a god
Into a feat fury broad
Spill my hatred always true
For everyone I cross is you.
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