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mod.livejournal.com in dark_rpThey fled the Succubus club, and returned a little later, along with a Fiend from the circus - an acting spy, a helping hand? A fire at a bar had set off the sprinklers, a few kindred were hanging around, picking through the damage. Sir had been badly injured and Genghis had some scars too. Thornhill had the place locked down, and Lodin was en route.
Lodin met with Thornhill along with Balthazar, the meeting was relatively short and as Lodin left the club he declared a bloodhunt on the Lupines: possibly the last thing the city's Kindred wanted to hear.
Gideon took a body and attempted to summon the departed Lupine spirit. He managed to get information about the location of certain Werewolf hangouts and he tried to get the intel to Lodin. But Lodin was nowhere to be found, all he could do was leave a message for Lodin to contact him by radio for the information.
Meantime, Reg and Danior - the latter looking distinctly and definitely effeminate, investigated the whereabouts of Fort Dearborn at the local history section of a public library which was friendly to their kind. They learned to their concern that the Fort stood on the site where the Succubus club now stands. Using memory they went with the circus Fiend and Alberto to deduce the location of the buried body.
Alberto's mind was racing - he had received notice from his overt Sabbat masters to meet at Lincoln Park the next night and here he was hunting the body of an ancient.
They arrived at the site the Circus had been until very recently. It was as if it had never been there. As they looked around, Running Dear, now calling himself 'Yaryan' appeared. Surprised Fredegar was not there, nor was Gideon as they had personally assured him they would be back when they buried the body here last year. Still they began to dig with tools Yaryan had set aside in one of the dilapidated buildings that made up the original premises.
Eventually they uncovered Meneleus, and Reg tipped the precious crystal vile's contents into his mouth. Meneleus' eyes opened he took the decanter and drained it of all it's dark thick contents. He thanked them for their assistance and said he needed to get a clear, waking picture of events (he did not want to go to the Lupines because that is clearly what his enemy would hope he would do) before contacting them again. Danior began blathering about something or other, but Meneleus was already gone - leaving them, quite literally, in the dark.
Helene had dropped off the radar, Lodin was not returning their calls, the Gangrel were nowhere to be found and a potential endgame between ancients was brewing, the Werewolves were circling like carrion, the Sabbat were making moves, ...Chicago has rarely seen such interesting times.
The next night, Alberto met his pack at Lincoln park - and there ammassed an impressive force. Some of them Lupine allies, the rest were with the Army of Caine. It was on.
Lodin met with Thornhill along with Balthazar, the meeting was relatively short and as Lodin left the club he declared a bloodhunt on the Lupines: possibly the last thing the city's Kindred wanted to hear.
Gideon took a body and attempted to summon the departed Lupine spirit. He managed to get information about the location of certain Werewolf hangouts and he tried to get the intel to Lodin. But Lodin was nowhere to be found, all he could do was leave a message for Lodin to contact him by radio for the information.
Meantime, Reg and Danior - the latter looking distinctly and definitely effeminate, investigated the whereabouts of Fort Dearborn at the local history section of a public library which was friendly to their kind. They learned to their concern that the Fort stood on the site where the Succubus club now stands. Using memory they went with the circus Fiend and Alberto to deduce the location of the buried body.
Alberto's mind was racing - he had received notice from his overt Sabbat masters to meet at Lincoln Park the next night and here he was hunting the body of an ancient.
They arrived at the site the Circus had been until very recently. It was as if it had never been there. As they looked around, Running Dear, now calling himself 'Yaryan' appeared. Surprised Fredegar was not there, nor was Gideon as they had personally assured him they would be back when they buried the body here last year. Still they began to dig with tools Yaryan had set aside in one of the dilapidated buildings that made up the original premises.
Eventually they uncovered Meneleus, and Reg tipped the precious crystal vile's contents into his mouth. Meneleus' eyes opened he took the decanter and drained it of all it's dark thick contents. He thanked them for their assistance and said he needed to get a clear, waking picture of events (he did not want to go to the Lupines because that is clearly what his enemy would hope he would do) before contacting them again. Danior began blathering about something or other, but Meneleus was already gone - leaving them, quite literally, in the dark.
Helene had dropped off the radar, Lodin was not returning their calls, the Gangrel were nowhere to be found and a potential endgame between ancients was brewing, the Werewolves were circling like carrion, the Sabbat were making moves, ...Chicago has rarely seen such interesting times.
The next night, Alberto met his pack at Lincoln park - and there ammassed an impressive force. Some of them Lupine allies, the rest were with the Army of Caine. It was on.
