<strong>Name:</strong>Soveryn<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Van Cortlandt Park and just outside of it<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sasha<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Van Cortlandt Park lake at night</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4024/4450662527_f2f420b07b.jpg)<br/></div></div><br/>Van Cortlandt park was breathtaking in it's own right, and at night it was even moreso. But near the lakeside, Soveryn waited, getting information from a contact at Kifah's request. The Nosferatu were stubbornly insular, and the Sabbat aligned ones were hardly any different than the rest of their clan. He been run halfway around the park twice, left little packages and clues by his Nosferatu informant, who probably found that bullshit funny, particularly getting to jerk around a Lasombra like Soveryn. He gently fingered a series of papers in his hand; computer printouts from all of the research done at the cost of a shit-ton of money.<br/><br/>It wasn't as if Soveryn had a lot of money anyway to pay for the info; Kifah could at least bother to pay for the info. And it wouldn't hurt for someone in the pack other than Tim to have more than a passing grasp of cash, but then again, Soveryn wasn't surprised he got along passably with Tim in that regard. Tim still seemed rooted in the real world.<br/><br/>He watched Sasha take some poor sod of a mortal after he'd collected the papers Kifah wanted, watching Sasha kill him and drag him out of the park and into an alley. He saw her scoop up some of the kine's stuff, and he concentrated, using his skill as Obfuscate to follow Sasha without being seen. He always enjoyed seeing if he could spook the City Gangrel without getting his throat ripped out. He stalked across the ground, trying to keep up with her. She was damn fast as she made her way to the rite.<br/><br/>There was a noise, though, in the distance. A tall and lean woman, hawkish looking, blond and artsy looking, was walking down the street with two sexy looking college students. The woman was dressed in white leather with a white fur coat...and it was obvious she was a Toreador. That trendy look, that sexualization, and if she were Sabbat, it was obvious that Sasha would recognize her, or would have at least heard of someone with that description.<br/><br/>Soveryn caught up with Sasha, hating to break the ruse and drop his stealth from his Discipline when they were past the woman, near an area with less visibility, knowing she might bite his damn throat right off, and he said, "Camarilla, heads up." He jerked a thumb back, drawing Sasha's attention to the woman in white. He murmured, "Might be a mark of favor if we bring the head of a Camarilla bitch to the Rite..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kifah and Tariq<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Bronx, specifically at  Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tim McCallum<br/><br/>Tariq waved McCallum over, and he said, "Good, you're the first here. Excellent." Kifah looked slightly annoyed with Tariq taking over the situation, but she couldn't complain. After all, Tariq was the one who had really wanted a pack meeting, and they'd needed to participate in the Vaulderie again, to renew their bonds. Kifah licked her lips when she regarded Tim, already thinking of the rich taste of Ventrue vitae swirling against her tongue. She tried to dismiss the thought, but her clan weakness left the craving for Kindred vitae clawing at her inner Beast.<br/><br/>Tariq said to McCallum, "Whether everyone will be on time tonight is another matter, but your promptness is appreciated, as well as avoiding those mosquitoes of the Camarilla. Tell me, though, while we wait, if you would appreciate an assignment more in tune with your...finer...capabilities. Kifah would aid you with it after tonight, as it's of grave importance."<br/><br/>Kifah gave a curt nod of acknowledgement about this, and she added, "Of course, if you prefer to allow another to let his or her talents shine over yours...why, that can be arranged. We will discuss details after the Vaulderie in private, of course." The watchful eyes of those who were "ranked" higher than him were on him, gauging his ability, his willingness, judging if he was worthy to serve the higher interests of the Sabbat...<br/>