Things to do in London when you're dead...
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So there I am, hidden outside waiting for them to go to the car. This isn't a situation I ever wanted to come about, it isn't something I want to do, but things have been pushed, and I feel my beast threatening to break out. They haven't actually left me any choice... and to think it's all because Firinne is jealous Jade looks better in that outfit than she ever will.
I shift the axe a little, it may be great at what it does, but it's still not particularly easy to carry, too bulky.. once I've done this I need to look at creating a smaller one I think... preferably one I can bury in Marocs skull a few times...
I've heard his name over and over tonight, I know there's an incoming shitstorm... he's danced on the edges for a while, but I know I can't, and won't touch him till that damn boon is gone. Firinne did me a favour by releasing me from that, but I have no doubt he's going to find a weaselly way around it. I remember the lesson I have planned for him, petty and vindictive, but just.
I hear a door, and and I push blood through my veins, taking hold of the pills in my hand and swallowing them down, readying myself, feeling the power course through me.. but it's a false alarm, someone taking their bin out. Whats taking them so long?
And then my phone rings..
I recognise the name, so I answer.
"I'm just ringing to inform you that you're about to be bloodhunted, if you need the support of the clan to hide, just say"
Hide? Why would I hide from them?
I unhitch the axe...
The decision is made for me, there's only one course of action left..
I walk through the doors, knowing that there's nobody there can see me and as I walk in I hear the declaration start... "Face of clan assamite is bloodhunted", the challenge is laid.
I swing, I hit, I curse gangrel everywhere for their damned resilience as the axe deflects off his skin. Bitch we are ON!
Then it's a blur of betrayals... never trust a tremere, he chooses the departing Prince over me, I'll remember that when this is over. Tristam and Kieran vanish off.
I spend a second looking around me, seeing what I have to contend with, readying myself for a battle... and then my body stiffens, I feel myself giving over to a stake.
NO
I know that doesn't work, I have a damn good idea who's doing it and how. I refuse to believe it. Still the weight is taking me under. I force my resilience against such things, again and again.. I feel myself falling. My thoughts rush frantically, there must be a way to stop it, I can't even see him, I can't stop him...
I don't know if he's betraying the clan, or if he's giving me a way out... but I know he's Firinnes puppet as much as the Harpy is, I can't trust him.. I force, I struggle I SCREAM at my body to work, but nothing does, and I lose all control, falling to the floor in an ungainly heap.
I remember seeing a number of the clan around me, and there is hope, I remember seeing a number of the cotiery, who'd sworn no violence against each other, and I know how little the oath means to them... even with what I had planned I'd not have killed any of the group. I saw Duncan, a man of honor, and didn't quite know whether he'd choose to side with the hunt, or the seizure, that really was a 50/50 shot..
Blows rained down on me, and I knew at that time it was everybody taking the shot they'd wanted for so long, none having the balls to actually stand up to me in person, but a felled target being too much for them to resist.
A brief moment of "well, at least I don't have to fuck a fairy"..... and the next hail of blows land.
I scream out across the telepathic links "Save me", and Jade does the best she can to look like she's trying. I think I see Faber appear and for a second there's hope, but he just stands there.
Three assamites present.. one half attempting to look like they're working. One being held back, and one actively killing me....
Two of the cotiery who'd agreed not to attack each other using all the tricks up their sleeve to kill me...
And they say *I* am dishonorable...
I have one option left, it's a long shot and even if it works, it'll cost me... Whats better, death or eternal damnation....
I shift the axe a little, it may be great at what it does, but it's still not particularly easy to carry, too bulky.. once I've done this I need to look at creating a smaller one I think... preferably one I can bury in Marocs skull a few times...
I've heard his name over and over tonight, I know there's an incoming shitstorm... he's danced on the edges for a while, but I know I can't, and won't touch him till that damn boon is gone. Firinne did me a favour by releasing me from that, but I have no doubt he's going to find a weaselly way around it. I remember the lesson I have planned for him, petty and vindictive, but just.
I hear a door, and and I push blood through my veins, taking hold of the pills in my hand and swallowing them down, readying myself, feeling the power course through me.. but it's a false alarm, someone taking their bin out. Whats taking them so long?
And then my phone rings..
I recognise the name, so I answer.
"I'm just ringing to inform you that you're about to be bloodhunted, if you need the support of the clan to hide, just say"
Hide? Why would I hide from them?
I unhitch the axe...
The decision is made for me, there's only one course of action left..
I walk through the doors, knowing that there's nobody there can see me and as I walk in I hear the declaration start... "Face of clan assamite is bloodhunted", the challenge is laid.
I swing, I hit, I curse gangrel everywhere for their damned resilience as the axe deflects off his skin. Bitch we are ON!
Then it's a blur of betrayals... never trust a tremere, he chooses the departing Prince over me, I'll remember that when this is over. Tristam and Kieran vanish off.
I spend a second looking around me, seeing what I have to contend with, readying myself for a battle... and then my body stiffens, I feel myself giving over to a stake.
NO
I know that doesn't work, I have a damn good idea who's doing it and how. I refuse to believe it. Still the weight is taking me under. I force my resilience against such things, again and again.. I feel myself falling. My thoughts rush frantically, there must be a way to stop it, I can't even see him, I can't stop him...
I don't know if he's betraying the clan, or if he's giving me a way out... but I know he's Firinnes puppet as much as the Harpy is, I can't trust him.. I force, I struggle I SCREAM at my body to work, but nothing does, and I lose all control, falling to the floor in an ungainly heap.
I remember seeing a number of the clan around me, and there is hope, I remember seeing a number of the cotiery, who'd sworn no violence against each other, and I know how little the oath means to them... even with what I had planned I'd not have killed any of the group. I saw Duncan, a man of honor, and didn't quite know whether he'd choose to side with the hunt, or the seizure, that really was a 50/50 shot..
Blows rained down on me, and I knew at that time it was everybody taking the shot they'd wanted for so long, none having the balls to actually stand up to me in person, but a felled target being too much for them to resist.
A brief moment of "well, at least I don't have to fuck a fairy"..... and the next hail of blows land.
I scream out across the telepathic links "Save me", and Jade does the best she can to look like she's trying. I think I see Faber appear and for a second there's hope, but he just stands there.
Three assamites present.. one half attempting to look like they're working. One being held back, and one actively killing me....
Two of the cotiery who'd agreed not to attack each other using all the tricks up their sleeve to kill me...
And they say *I* am dishonorable...
I have one option left, it's a long shot and even if it works, it'll cost me... Whats better, death or eternal damnation....
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Date: 2008-03-04 12:30 am (UTC)Ginnie looks better than Sally ever will in that kind of outfit.
Currently, comparative appearance traits suggest that Firinne doesn't need to have that kind of insecurity about Jade. :p
(having said that, I don't think Firinne thinks anyone could look good in that)
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Date: 2008-03-12 05:32 am (UTC)Besides, nobody looks good when they're hitting ya with a sword :P