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mod.livejournal.comThe rain hammered down upon the phonebox as Gideon made a series of phone calls. The lupines seemed willing to meet for talks, the Sabbat had attacked the Asylum. Finally he reached for his last quarter and prepared to make his final call. They had just met a friend of Riverthrush's, who had given him a vile of a mysterious blood like substance as a cure for the darkness that had infected Gideon since he drunk Thomas' soul. The quarter catching the poor light in much the way the vial had when it had been handed over by the mysterious Professor Peabody a few miles back on the road. Professor Peabody had simply stepped into the road and Gideon had barely the wits to bring the car to a stop without losing it on the icerink-like road. Gideon brought himself back to the moment clicked the hook a few times, inserted the quarter and dialled Jackson's number. 90's style.
"It's Gideon Jones, the transfer is going ahead."
"Gideon Jones? I thought you were dead."
"I'm deader than you think, Jackson. We'll be over to pick up the prisoners. In the meantime the Sabbat are in the neighbourhood so keep your eyes open. Gideon out."
Gideon pulled the long brown mac around himself again and marched out into the rain, the dim lighting of a neglected neighbourhood giving him an aura of decay...or was it something else - more primal? As he reached the cars, the others were already getting out and drawing weapons. "Movement, over there.", shouted Danior over the roar of rainfall.
They pursued the figures climbing the stairs on the Cabrini Green block, the sound of machine gun bursts obfuscated by the stacatto of the rain. Bodies lay in the balcony, the blood and water quickly spreading. All of the dead were armed and armoured, Danior fell back as he scrounged some weapons. They reached Jackson's apartment and pause for a moment. Then with a few knowing looks and hand signals, Gideon dove forwards as Danior slid underneath and opened up with duel machine pistols.. Gideon getting off a single, potent blast from the sawn-off shotgun. He hit the ground with a thud. Their target was running up a set of unexpected stairs and was bleeding so they gave chase but ultimately found the upstairs empty. In the distance,the sound of a chase scene occurring was soon lost to the storm. A roll of thunder concreted the imagery of isolation the ever present storm seemed to symbolise.
The Sabbat had Cabrini Green surrounded. Every bolt hole they had scouted prior to the attack was being monitored. Once the fur started flying escapees were dealt with. Alberto had a relatively simple post - one escapee (probably a ghoul) leapt from a tall building and apparently broke a leg on landing. Before he had chance to heal and defend himself Alberto had dispatched him with claws. But then they were called away, Alberto hurried to one of the waiting cars and they gave chase. At least one bolthole had been left uncovered, Cameron had seen Jackson get into a car a block away but they were in danger of losing him. Unfortunately they did.
Alberto was furious. He demanded they stop pussying around with childer and go after the Prince for a coup de grace of chaos. Rumour had it that the Black Hand knew where Lodin was hiding and was planning an operation. The only lead the pack had was the address of a possible Black Hand initiate - the cainite who attacked the Succubus Club manager. So they broke into his apartment and tore it to pieces. Eventually Alberto found a number, with a symbol he recognized as being associated with the Black Hand. He called it.
"We're looking to take down the big target."
"We were actually looking for a sui- volunteer group. We'll forward instructions to your handler."
Meanwhile, driving through the streets of Chicago listening to classic rock in the most classic car - outside a murky red sky, and the terminal rainfall Gideon Jones was getting tired of this shit.
"This is Cabrini1 to Creepshow.", blared his radio.
"Roger that Cabrini1, what's your status?", growled Gideon.
"I've got myself to a safehouse, we need to talk and fast. Meet me at 4234 Grout Lane."
"Out."
Jackson's safehouse was more comfortable and safe looking than his haven, positively middle-class.
"The truth is, Lodin set us up. He's using the Lupine thing as a cover to get rid of his enemies - it certainly ain't the first time he's done it. Speaking of which, did you hear the Chantry was attacked the other night? I hear Garwood Marshall was killed and Dusable severely injured. That's fucked up, man."
"Garwood is dead?", asked Gideon, actual emotion almost detectable.
"Shit, that's right you and he were in that band together, sorry about that, but listen there is something you could do about it all. Lodin can't last long as Prince after all this. Capone is eyeing the spot but the guy's a cruel thug and he probably wants me dead. I can give you Lodin's location. But only if you take out Capone for me. My guys are all known to him, and he's a paranoid fucker."
"I don't see why we should take out the the barriers between you and Princedom. You want to be Prince?" Gideon asked pointedly.
"I dunno man, maybe. A move upwards or some shit."
"Primogen?"
"Whatever, man. With no Capone and a better Prince, I'd be in a position to help y'all out. It's good to have friends in high places, right?"
"I'm interested.", interjected Zuranna.
They took the address of Capone and as they left Jackson' they became entangled in a sticky invsible web like structure that spanned the street. Its gigantic spinner, made its way around a nearby corner.
Zuranna wrestled her way free with her gigantic, horrid strength and went to stand between the spider demon thing and the rest of the coterie. Gideon felt a terrifying burst of fear of imminent death and began to struggle wildly. As the buildings along the street began to melt, Zuranna began to have second thoughts. A straggly grey/silver lupine appeared near to her then from out of an alleyway next to a Chinese laundromat filled with pools of condensing air. The Lupine concentrated for a moment in a Gandalfianly defiant pose and then the melted buildings and giganto-arachnid alike were a terrible memory and no more.
"It's you!", cried Reg, recognizing him as the tracker that let him free.
"That was a Nexus Crawler. Very dangerous. Fortunately they are relatively easy to banish. It remains closeby though, we should leave now.", said the lupine after he had changed into a scruffy homeless man form.
As they drove away, 'Pariah' as he called himself, told them he was a werewolf who was also undead. When they questioned the possibility, all he could say was that he was the only one that survived from several that were embraced. He told them he had found the Sabbat hidey-hole and they all agreed a good raid was in order. Through the heavy rain, occasional rumble of thunder and awesome riffs of late 70s/early 80s rock they drove to their destiny.
"It's Gideon Jones, the transfer is going ahead."
"Gideon Jones? I thought you were dead."
"I'm deader than you think, Jackson. We'll be over to pick up the prisoners. In the meantime the Sabbat are in the neighbourhood so keep your eyes open. Gideon out."
Gideon pulled the long brown mac around himself again and marched out into the rain, the dim lighting of a neglected neighbourhood giving him an aura of decay...or was it something else - more primal? As he reached the cars, the others were already getting out and drawing weapons. "Movement, over there.", shouted Danior over the roar of rainfall.
They pursued the figures climbing the stairs on the Cabrini Green block, the sound of machine gun bursts obfuscated by the stacatto of the rain. Bodies lay in the balcony, the blood and water quickly spreading. All of the dead were armed and armoured, Danior fell back as he scrounged some weapons. They reached Jackson's apartment and pause for a moment. Then with a few knowing looks and hand signals, Gideon dove forwards as Danior slid underneath and opened up with duel machine pistols.. Gideon getting off a single, potent blast from the sawn-off shotgun. He hit the ground with a thud. Their target was running up a set of unexpected stairs and was bleeding so they gave chase but ultimately found the upstairs empty. In the distance,the sound of a chase scene occurring was soon lost to the storm. A roll of thunder concreted the imagery of isolation the ever present storm seemed to symbolise.
The Sabbat had Cabrini Green surrounded. Every bolt hole they had scouted prior to the attack was being monitored. Once the fur started flying escapees were dealt with. Alberto had a relatively simple post - one escapee (probably a ghoul) leapt from a tall building and apparently broke a leg on landing. Before he had chance to heal and defend himself Alberto had dispatched him with claws. But then they were called away, Alberto hurried to one of the waiting cars and they gave chase. At least one bolthole had been left uncovered, Cameron had seen Jackson get into a car a block away but they were in danger of losing him. Unfortunately they did.
Alberto was furious. He demanded they stop pussying around with childer and go after the Prince for a coup de grace of chaos. Rumour had it that the Black Hand knew where Lodin was hiding and was planning an operation. The only lead the pack had was the address of a possible Black Hand initiate - the cainite who attacked the Succubus Club manager. So they broke into his apartment and tore it to pieces. Eventually Alberto found a number, with a symbol he recognized as being associated with the Black Hand. He called it.
"We're looking to take down the big target."
"We were actually looking for a sui- volunteer group. We'll forward instructions to your handler."
Meanwhile, driving through the streets of Chicago listening to classic rock in the most classic car - outside a murky red sky, and the terminal rainfall Gideon Jones was getting tired of this shit.
"This is Cabrini1 to Creepshow.", blared his radio.
"Roger that Cabrini1, what's your status?", growled Gideon.
"I've got myself to a safehouse, we need to talk and fast. Meet me at 4234 Grout Lane."
"Out."
Jackson's safehouse was more comfortable and safe looking than his haven, positively middle-class.
"The truth is, Lodin set us up. He's using the Lupine thing as a cover to get rid of his enemies - it certainly ain't the first time he's done it. Speaking of which, did you hear the Chantry was attacked the other night? I hear Garwood Marshall was killed and Dusable severely injured. That's fucked up, man."
"Garwood is dead?", asked Gideon, actual emotion almost detectable.
"Shit, that's right you and he were in that band together, sorry about that, but listen there is something you could do about it all. Lodin can't last long as Prince after all this. Capone is eyeing the spot but the guy's a cruel thug and he probably wants me dead. I can give you Lodin's location. But only if you take out Capone for me. My guys are all known to him, and he's a paranoid fucker."
"I don't see why we should take out the the barriers between you and Princedom. You want to be Prince?" Gideon asked pointedly.
"I dunno man, maybe. A move upwards or some shit."
"Primogen?"
"Whatever, man. With no Capone and a better Prince, I'd be in a position to help y'all out. It's good to have friends in high places, right?"
"I'm interested.", interjected Zuranna.
They took the address of Capone and as they left Jackson' they became entangled in a sticky invsible web like structure that spanned the street. Its gigantic spinner, made its way around a nearby corner.
Zuranna wrestled her way free with her gigantic, horrid strength and went to stand between the spider demon thing and the rest of the coterie. Gideon felt a terrifying burst of fear of imminent death and began to struggle wildly. As the buildings along the street began to melt, Zuranna began to have second thoughts. A straggly grey/silver lupine appeared near to her then from out of an alleyway next to a Chinese laundromat filled with pools of condensing air. The Lupine concentrated for a moment in a Gandalfianly defiant pose and then the melted buildings and giganto-arachnid alike were a terrible memory and no more.
"It's you!", cried Reg, recognizing him as the tracker that let him free.
"That was a Nexus Crawler. Very dangerous. Fortunately they are relatively easy to banish. It remains closeby though, we should leave now.", said the lupine after he had changed into a scruffy homeless man form.
As they drove away, 'Pariah' as he called himself, told them he was a werewolf who was also undead. When they questioned the possibility, all he could say was that he was the only one that survived from several that were embraced. He told them he had found the Sabbat hidey-hole and they all agreed a good raid was in order. Through the heavy rain, occasional rumble of thunder and awesome riffs of late 70s/early 80s rock they drove to their destiny.
