Thread: A short talk 7/6/10 (ATTN: Malice and Laurent)

He limps his way through the zoo gates. He half drags, half props himself up with this metal pole with concrete still on the end from when it was uprooted. Smoke still comes up in little bits from his once long hair. Now its more or less about 3 inches and uneven (fire makes for horrible styling)
wearing a leather jacket, riddled with singed holes and long cuts all around. His leather boots now being held together with duct tape. black jeans ripped and blood encrusted. His shirt was now gone, revealing a pentacle carved into his chest long before his embrace.
"you rang sir?" he pulls out a blunt and lights it. Leaning on the pole, takes a long drag and adds
" no disrespect, i've had a long couple of days"

Stan sits there listning as the sounds ecco. He glances over as Malice comes into sight. O you have got to be kidding me, what the hell has he been into. Looking around to make sure they are alone, Stan motions Malice to sit down.

"Okay what happened and don't you have any other clothing?"

He sees stan on the bench. Hobbling over he notices stan surveying the area and looks around, nothing but birds in the air. He sits next to stan, taking a long drag he responds,
"yes i do,...im sure i do, i just got your message, thought it was important"
scratches his head, flakes of hair and skin fall to the ground like snowflakes, no two alike.
"didn't want to keep you waiting sir"
"As for what happened, thats tricky. I was wondering through the pitt, looking at the damned souls with a hunger most fierce. After feeding on a few bums i began to feel a bit tipsy, so i sit down and what should be at my feet then psilocybin growing in a crescent shape. well it had to be a sign, a gift. so i naturally ate it. well i found a broken down, moldy excuse for a house.
it wasnt long before i realize the symbols all over the room. Faint red swirl spiraling on the wall, the goat on the ceiling, and the pentagram on the floor. I lay down on the floor, and realize the soft wax on the floor, then things got fun."
he takes another drag before he realizes hes been stingy dont be rude offer he motions the blunt t'wards stan wondering if he'll take it.
"well the pitt then sounds more and more like the pitt as the red swirls started to speed up and make a high pitch sound. The pentacle felt warm, living warm you know, almost pulsating. 'theres method here, theres know how here'. then darkness began to creep, i must have been careless because something or someone cracked me in the back of the head. I came to in a different house."
"At first i think its some mage after me blood because i saw chemistry supplies. They bubbled and changed colors. the walls seemed to push out this kind of white soot that bubbled and hardened. high and low frequency sounds bleed through the air."
"Im a moron because i didnt realize that rancid smell. they were cooking meth, a sigh of relief, thank god its not magic people. just then 5 withered looking men walked in the room and began to smack me around, yelling, demanding to know where the rest of them are. from what i can tell i was sitting in the house of a rival drug cook.'wheres the freaks!' they yell over and over while bashing me with there firsts. One of them knocks over a vat of something on my feet, burned like hell.After a about an hour or so i was able to break free. The noise must have alerted them because they ran in the room with baseball bats. i reached into the wall and pulled out a big metal rod outta the wall. They rushed t'wards me, i swung the pole and i must have knocked over something because the lab blew up. i fly out the front door, i lay on the ground for a bit before some homeless woman picks me up, and drags me under this bridge. she thinks am another homeless man, i try to frequent those areas for feeding. No one else seemed to notice or care"
he takes another long drag.
"no one cared, no one even looked out the window. i take it things like that happen."

He looks around, focusing as hard as he could, auspex shows nothing.
"Did i miss mr. ferguson? i hate being late"

Text reply:

Are you familiar with the French Symbolist poet Artur Rimbaud?

What does it matter to us, my heart, the sheets of blood
And of red-hot coals, and a thousand murders, and long howls
Of rage; sobbings from every inferno destroying
Every (kind of) order; and still the North wind across the wreckage;

And all the vengeance? Nothing!... - But still, yes
We desire it! Industrialists, princes, senates,
Perish! Power, justice, history: down!
It is our due. Blood! blood! the golden flame!

All to war, to vengeance, to terror,
My soul! Let us turn in the wound: Ah! away with you,
Republics of this world! Of Emperors,
Regiments, colonists, peoples, enough!

Who should stir the vortices of furious flames
But we and those whom we imagine brothers?
It's our turn, romantic friends: we are
Going to enjoy it. Never shall we labour, O fiery waves

Europe, Asia, America - vanish!
Our march of vengeance has occupied every place,
Cities and countrysides! - We shall be smashed!
The volcanoes will explode! And the Ocean, smitten...

Oh! my friends! - My heart, it is certain; they are brothers;
Dark strangers, if we began! Come on! Come on!
- O evil fortune! I feel myself tremble, the old earth,
On me who am more and more yours! the earth melts.

It is nothing: I am here; I am still here.

Stan nodes along with Malice's story. He watches and listines, putting the peices together. He picks up his phone as it vibrates, a sour look comming over his face. He starts readif something mumbling about a second time.

"No it looks like Laurent Is going to snub my request. Okay fist things first let's go get you a new outfit."

Stan stands helping Malice were he can as he lifts his phone up.

"Hey what's up. Ya I heard about that, what's the store, who's crew. Nice keep me posted on what's going on with that. Thanks man well see if we can't get you moved up for this."

He turns to Malice.

"Lucky for you the Pit is pretty notorious for turning a blind eye. We will try and keep this under wraps, should be able to keep you out of trouble. You'll just have to keep a low profile for a time. Remember this is the type of stuff that can get us all killed, their are alot more things that go bump in the night other than vampires in this town. Don't take it as a threat but as a warning, this is a dangerous time."

Getting Malice in the car he drops the pipe in the trunk as he moves around.

"Okay try to heal up a little as we go, it will make things a little smother. The bike shop is pretty rough but even you will stand out there right now. Okay Noe for what I called you for. What do you plan to do in this city, I mean we all need to contribute to the cause."

"im sorry for making a scene. i will keep myself under wraps.i didn't mean too endanger the masquerade." he began to shake alittle before grabbing his arm and trying to heal himself.
"as for what i can do........ anything i can. espionage, reconnaissance, counterintelligence, interrogation." he stoped and thought maybe i should do something actually practical "anything really, im flexible. anything that needs to be done id do it."
Malice stares at the street as it goes zooming past him. his eyes fixated on the lines running past him. He reaches into his tattered jacket and pulls out a flask. He takes a swig and the taste of blood and whiskey brought back memories of the young blond he got it form. she was soo pretty, so twiggy, her short blond hair looked choppy and her cloths were old and dirty. plane face but icy blue eyes "and her 3 legged dog." he said aloud, shutting himself up when he realized he was speaking aloud. memories.
he holds the flask out t'wards stan "would you like some, she tastes delicious"