<strong>Name:</strong>Kifah, Tariq<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Bronx, specifically at  Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tim McCallum, open<br/><br/>Tariq's eyes gleamed with ambition, and he said to McCallum, “Oh, rest assured, we know your efficiency with money and numbers, and we'll be putting that to work in short order. The finest way to strike at any simpering Camarilla wretch is to strike at his money or assets. They've taught us that lesson enough times to where it has left...an impression.” Kifah smirked and said, “Sire, had your bank account drained one too many times by one of those wretches?” Tariq snarled and cuffed Kifah, but the wily dark-eyed vixen merely laughed and said, “I thought so.”<br/><br/>The darker-skinned Assamite said to McCallum, “Tell me, though, Ventrue, what rumors and information you've heard around the city these days. We've been using a Nosferatu of ours as an informant...but the Nosferatu are always reluctant to sell out one of their own, even if one of their filthy clanmates is in the wrong sect.”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC for AlexStone</div><div class="spoiler_body">You have two options. You can choose to invent some rumors and gossip of your own that I can incorporate, or if you prefer to keep that under my control, make the following roll for McCallum:<br/><br/><strong>Roll:</strong> Intelligence + Investigation (I would also accept Occult)<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Soveryn<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Van Cortlandt Park<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sasha<br/><br/>Soveryn gave a roguish nod and wicked grin, his fine features lighting up with a chance to improve his status, and he whispered excitedly, “Let's rip these Camarilla cunts a new asshole!” The  enthusiastic Lasombra hit the pavement then, using whatever means necessary to position himself into the nearby alley indicated by Sasha. For Soveryn, nothing was more enjoyable than a job well done, and damn well intended to get it done and done well. Too long had Tariq and Kifa complained of rising Camarilla influence in the traditionally Sabbat-dominated city (even though it had long been under dispute).<br/><br/>The Toreador was twitching with nervousness; in this age of guerrilla attacks between Camarilla and Sabbat, no one was safe on the streets at night...and Camarilla members, hellbent on upholding the Masquerade, were particularly vulnerable from attack. Sabbat members almost always just made such attacks look like isolated attacks of gangs or typical NYC criminal scum, so in this brutish regard, they had the advantage. The art students clung to the Toreador as their walk slowed...akin to prey sniffing the air with nervous anxiety around the beauty of Van Cortlandt park at night.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC for AndyZ</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative is auto-calculated, and you have the jump on the Toreador. When making your attack, use your applicable attack roll.<br/><strong>Roll:</strong> Dexterity + Brawl (for unarmed) (or Melee for armed, or Firearms for ranged)<br/></div></div>