The in car fight became nasty quickly. At first it was failed blow after failed blow, their P'o exerted its influence and they entered fire soul. Then the teeth came out, at least Temujin's did. He pinned down Nai and bit and drank and rended his flesh in a grisly and bloody explosion. All the while Xian was transforming into demon form and Aki was hitting him with a Yang charged stick as best he could in the cramped quarters. Temujin too found himself at a tactical disadvantage due to the cramped quarters and Nai capitalised on it with several huge blows sending Temujin into the little death. The transformation complete, Xian tackled Nai who was ravenous from blood loss. Aki took the wheel after realizing the driver had wisely left at some point during the melee, and he drove back to the hotel.

Nai put on a coat and went hunting, but could not control his urges and killed a passer-by in full view of witnesses. Realizing that trying to contain the situation would create a new even worse situation - he fled. The car was ruined.

Nai took to resting, while the others continued the shadowing of the Shih codename 'Chan' in a tuc tuc. Aki tried to get close to him, but was spotted and was forced to move away. Instead they used spirits to follow him so they could remain at a distance in the windy passages of the slums where they had found him. Xian found a local disease spirit in the Yang realm, and agreed to supply it with Yang Chi while Aki crafted a wooden bird and brought out its spirit.

After some nights they heard some news. Chan was meeting with some men in an out of the way place. They were on it. Rushing to the tuc tuc they raced through the quiet night streets of Bangalore.



They took off down a side street at a blistering 23mph, the close walls of buildings crawling past them - they suddenly found themselves in the familiar streets of the Wicked City. And they were not alone. Along with the usual array of Demons of Iron and Violence, was a new faction. Laser wielding oriental men in militia looking getup, shooting at the demons while making a retreat in the direction of the remaining wu. Aki decided to perform a doughnut turn to beat a hasty retreat, and tipped the tuc tuc over.

They scrambled out and left along with the other men, who met with a recently arrived van and fled without saying a word to Xian or Aki.

Disturbed by this turn of events, the pressed on.

They arrived at the piece of disused scrap land, and saw the men gathered. They were all Indian but Chan. They learned through their spies that they were discussing a mission of some kind, that they were planning to kill someone. They seemed to think this would go towards a quota of some kind.

Then they headed off, with Xian and Aki in pursuit, on foot. They seemed to enter a somewhat rundown house in an ok neighbourhood. Moments after the wu had arrived, a person was cannoned through an upper flow window, over their heads, hitting the ground and turning to dust rapidly thereafter.

They hid and watched the suspected Shih leave the premises and begin to disperse. They recognized one as working at the market they'd staked out, and knew where another lived. So they used their spirits to follow two more and Xian made a new deal with a new spirit of neon.

From this they learned the movements of some of the 'Shih'. They picked a target from among them: someone who lived in the lowest of the slums. They approached him, Nai coming along as backup, though he was still heavily Injured. Xian tried to obligate him, and it succeeded. They tricked him into taking them to the temple to get him into the new stolen tuc tuc. They took him back to the Shen's house from the assault.

He grew anxious but Xian's praternatural presence convinced him otherwise. They led him into the basement, where they found convenient chains which they secured him to and began interrogating him.

He talked of someone named 'God Slayer' for whom they were accruing their quota. He was unclear of details, having heard it through rumour and speculation. They decided to find a source for these rumours, and he identified a physics professor who had spoken to him of God Slayer and the need for a quota.

They set out for the University. It was closed.
They looked around, restraining Anthonio from attempting to indiscriminately torture their captives, and wondered. "How the fuck do we deal with this shit?", when the phone broke them out of their reverie. Anthonio answered, but the voice on the other end asked to be transferred to Fredegar. Perplexed, Anthonio considered pretending to be Fredegar but before deciding one way or the other he realized he had already given the phone to Senor Fredegarian Edwardus anyway.

"Fredegar, meet me downstairs,", began none other than Jefferson, "bring whoever you want, except Anthonio."

Fredegar went down on with Gideon to meet with Jefferson, wondering why he had chosen such a time as this to talk with him. After introductions were had Jefferson began to craft his tale, telling them it was important for them to truly understand what they had gotten themselves into.

Best Served Cold



Jefferson began: 1791 was the year it happened. I was 24, younger than you are now. But times were different then, I was a man at that age. Jefferson told how he and Neally had been friends since childhood, how they were the spoiled sons of rich parents and as young men they spent their time in a sort of hedonistic lifestyle. Neally preferring baser pleasures while Jefferson pursuing the more lofty arty farty type of stuff. He explained a rich, unusual and complex relationship between the two of them that was put to its first big test when Neally became an opium addict. Through the inevitable rough patch Jefferson stuck by his friend but after recovery Neally stopped seeing Jefferson. Jefferson allowed him the space.

When they met again, Neally had been embraced by Lodin and subsequently Neally embraced his old friend Jefferson. Now Neally was the superior partner in their friendship as sire. Jefferson accepted the role and the two of them picked up their friendship from there they had left off. Until Emily Carter, a young actress that both of them fell in love with in different ways. Neally wanted to taint and corrupt the pretty girl but Jefferson felt compelled to protect her from such corruption. Neally eventually won.

When Jefferson found out about the Blood Bond that almost guaranteed he would be forever cut off from Emily he became angry and then obsessive in finding a way to 'rescue' her from the clutches of the corrupting Neally. Neally, not realizing that there was any method of doing this, enjoyed teasing Jefferson with the possibility all the while slowly perverting Emily's precious humanity.

When Jefferson learned of the Sabbat and their methods for breaking the bond, he realized this was his best chance to help Emily and so he joined, sacrificing his own humanity so that he might save hers. He spent years in the Sabbat, gaining status and prestige and rank etc in Canada, before he remembered his old life and set off back to Chicago to complete his mission. In retrospect, telling Neally that he was back in town and ready to do immortal battle was a mistake, Neally had power and influence of his own by then (1967), being Lodin's chief aide and immediately deduced Jefferson's temporary haven and had him staked until Fredegar released him.

Jefferson explained that he had been using the Malkavian discipline combined with blood bonding Neally to unhinge him into comitting terrible acts so that Neally would flee to the Sabbat, where Jefferson would exact his ironic revenge, win Emily's heart back and be gloriously triumphant. His careful plans were in jeapordy if Lodin managed to get hold of Neally. Jefferson asked the coterie to 'accidentally' allow Neally to escape. At first they were not happy about doing this, concerned with the consequences that Lodin might throw their way. As Jefferson began to grow threatening, Gideon arranged a compromise. If Jefferson were to force his way past them and take Neally for himself, they would offer no resistance.

And not a moment too soon since Anthonio had all but cut Neally's head off as he lay there staked.

Anthonio and Trilobyte were surprised at Balthazar's sudden appearance but relinquished control of Neally to him, despite Balthazar acting a little OTT even for Balthazar.

All but Trilobyte and Thomas were brought into the conspiracy as they went their seperate ways. Thomas having lost control of his beast having been staked so unceremoniously had hurt himself, but only in the short term.

The real perplexity came to them upon learning that Lodin had not heard anything about Balthazar going to that area for Neally related activities.

Here is where Anthonio lives:



A history of the project can be found here (slightly, ahem, amateur).

Strange day, stranger nights

After having a dream filled with the colour red, and the definite sense of a 'presence', Anthonio woke up, late once more. He decided to go to the newly opened Succubus club where he met a compelling young woman who insisted that she had known Anthonio, had dreamt of him since she was a little girl etc etc. After a brief, paradoxically self-confirming and self-denying conversation Anthonio did exactly what he wanted to avoid doing, and he gave her his contact information. It was then that Kevin Jackson turned up, offered Anthonio a promotion: giving him a 'hood to look after, some security personnel, his own dealers and whatever is left after Jackson takes 20% and he's paid his guys - he warned Antonio to be alert for the Mafia.

Bedside knife, sir?

Gideon awoke, late etc, and discovered a blad sunk up to its hilt next to him. A strand of hair is still growing back as he muggily got his bearings together. Trilobyte was called to help see if any fingerprints could be lifted, Anthonio was called to psyco-metricise the blade.

A print was lifted, but Trilobyte found that Hurrican3's security had improved and he suffered a catastrophic computer crash as a result. Feeling very angsty, Trilobyte opens up a livejournal account and posts an angry entry, forward dating it 13 years in symbolic fury. Read that post.

Anthonio managed to pick up the sense of an old room filled with antiquities, werewolf skulls, locks of hair and other occult knick-knacks from the knife, but that is about all he could get.

Trilobyte and Gideon were at Anthonio's house trying to work out what had happened. A passive aggressive comment from Gideon riled Anthonio into threatening to damage Gideon's car. Gideon called his bluff, and terrified one of Anthonio's goons away. Antonio ordered a second goon to do the deed. Gideon's response was to use the first goon's dropped Uzi to fill the second goon with small pieces of hot metal. This sparked full battle stations as goons began pouring into the room spraying bullets towards Gideon. Fortunately, Anthonio managed to calm things down before a bloody massacre occurred.

Trilobyte attempted to use Anthonio's business computer to hack in the FBI database, but instead broke that computer as well. Anthonio, sick of his guests asked them to leave. Trilobyte began to take Anthonio's computer. Anthonio's opinion on that was demonstrated by him Uzi-ing the shit out of the computer.

More strange shit

Trilobyte followed some strangy spicy smells to find, behind a laundromat, ritualistic symbology painted on the floor, incense, a skull staked into the ground by a devilish totem stake, various charms etc. It was Haitian voodoo and approaching it resulted in a bursting forth of blue flame. Trilobyte tried to rescue the skull using the telekinesis, but found that he had lost control and a flaming skull was flying towards him. He beat a wise retreat.

This was nothing compared with the robust-looking Oriental man (he was not a burley as Hurley but he was as stocky as Locke and taller than Sawyer and was as 'win' as Jin, as fun as Sun, and as slack as Jack with less hair than Claire, a gait like Kate, and...), began hovering in the middle distance, seemingly following him in a spiritual or 'astral' form. He is followed all the way to near the chantry when the apparition is seen no more.

I'll blow my motherfucking brains out

Thomas got shot at by a guy who then shot himself in the face.


Death's Sweet Sting

While at the Succubus Club, Trilobyte met their old friend, Saul Osiecki vampire hunter extraordinaire. Saul told Trilobyte that he had infected Arthur with a vampiric virus that was a modification of the virus that causes mono (aka glandular fever). Saul had reason to suspect that the virus spread from Arthur, perhaps because somebody had fed off Arthur's corpse. Now the human population had a general infection, and this was spreading to further vampires. If the Arthur case was anything to go by - a second holocaust might break out - with viscious lunatic vampires slaying people horrifically and without restraint. Saul needed a lab and a guinea pig so that he can work on a cure - he and Trilobyte agree to meet to figure something out.

After conferring with the coterie, Trilobyte told the Tremere just about everything and then tried once again to track down the fingerprint. Hurrican3, had a message for him. "We have a mutual interest in this person. Meet me and we'll discuss it further"


Wipeout

Fredegar made his way through the sewers to the central nexus hive of Nosferatu activity. On approach he heard the sound of rushing water. He quickly exited the sewers just in time for a gigantic tumult of water to burst through the sewers. The safe haven was in tatters, the walls damaged by the water, the furniture washed away. A foreboding sense of impending horror seemed to approaching and Fredegar decided not to wait it out.

The Garbage Gang - Don't mess with us or we'll trash you

And so the coterie agreed to meet with Hurrican3 on the Garbage Barge, whilst buried under piles of garbage ready to ambush Hurrican3 should the situation merit it. The barge, captained by NecroCaptain Joburt Zimmerman




Hurrican3, aka, Bobby Weatherbottom, warned Trilobyte that the owner of the fingerprint was some kind of elusive hunter/collector. Little was known about this particular hunter/collector other than several attempts to take them down had mysteriously failed with tragic results. Bobby advised Trilobyte to leave it well alone and cease investigating things further lest Trilobyte join the dead. In exchange for information about a Werewolf forum that might have more information, Trilobyte agreed to place a bug into his own computer that would track all of his FBI searches and report them to Bobby.
Emmaline and Clarabelle Mann were used to living the high life in New York. Clarabelle making money as a faux- spirit medium, and Emmaline making her money by using her father's legitimate merchant fleet as a front for blatant war profiteering. Emmaline was amused that her clients, and those that sought to shut her down were looking for a man rather than a woman allowing her to take risks with big payoffs that others were not able to make. She had made sure her father was never implicated but several of his managers were thoroughly investigated at first by her competitors and later by the government itself: their lives left in tatters as minor embezzlements (real or manufactured) were brought to light.



Clarabelle, jealous of her sister's growing wealth looked for ways to extort more and more until she finally decided there was a 'killing' to be made in Europe. She talked about it, but her departure was sudden and unannounced. Emmaline was eventually able to track down which ship she took, and its unfortunate fate. The steamship Aztec was sunk, 28 were killed. She found that out the same day her father was being beaten to death by an angry mob, convinced that because of his Germany ancestry, Werner Mann was a traitor.

Not wanting to meet the same fate as her father, and fearing the fate of her sister she too left for Europe. She never discovered what happened to Clarabelle:- within weeks of landing at Brest she was bedridden with a terrible flu - she didn't rise from that bed until she was dragged out of her caul by a reaper working on behalf of the Grim Legion, his name was McCoy.

Emmaline was surprised to discover that her appearance was now one of androgony, and she also quickly learned about the horrors of the war that had financed her sometimes excessive diet of Manhattans for the past few years. She fell first into despair and then into a harrowing before she was able to suppress the guilt enough to continue existing. After the harrowing she resolved to be the provider rather than the profiteer: she adopted a new name: "Stringer".




McCoy introduced Stringer to other members of the Breathless Dead at the Paris necropolis who were also readjusting to this strange existence - and Stringer soon showed a flair for the Arcanoi Usury. Before her harrowing, only 4 wraiths knew her real name and they all agreed to discretion after the harrowing. McCoy, a sort of adoptive father, would frequently leave them and return with new victims and others would leave the circle after a time to seek their destiny. After 4 months Stringer began to grow restless like they had done and McCoy introduced Stringer to the Usurers for further training. Stringer was again horrified by some of their philosophies, their cold profiteering in light of the global disaster was abhorent. They had great potential to do good, but little motivation and Stringer vowed to do what little 'she' could to change this self-destructive course.


Unsatisfied however, she confided in McCoy a few months later. As ever, he understood as few others would. He explained that the Skeletal Lord understood the importance of the Usurers, and was also impatient with their ways. He gave her a choice then, to join with the Usurers and do what could be done for the ultimate betterment of all, or to join with the Skeletal Lord and take a more open role in the struggles. Stringer knew that her skills meant the former course must be taken, but wanted a third course - would it not be for the ultimate betterment of all to get the usurers to support the Skeletal Legion? The Smiling Lord's ways were no doubt bringing great profit in the short term but returning the balance of power was the only way to be sure there would be any means of enjoying those profits. McCoy smiled, he promised to return with a way to begin the Great Project.

And so he did, 2 months before present day he introduced Stringer to Gregory Lionel Hughcastle. Stringer had found few sympathetic ears at the Guild, though seh had been able to give pause to her immediate superiors with appeals to long term stability as a means of better profit. Hughcastle was in the Skeletal Legion, and it would be through him Stringer could begin to lend support to the Skeletal Legion to try and regain balance. The next challenge would be to avoid becoming that which she hated most, she must avoid the temptation of proft - she must avoid favouring the Skeletal Legion at the peril of wraiths from other walks of life. All must be regarded as victims of this travesty, even if the Skeletal Legions were the only hope of bringing it to a peaceful conclusion, she must not lose sight of the suffering of those caught in the sidelines. Stringer walks an impossible path, can she find redemption for her mortal sins before her newly awoken charitable heart leads to peril? Can she overcome her powerful dark side, now both weakened and strengthened?




Just added a bit of post-death madness, with a random tie-in to Hughcastle.

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