<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name</strong></span>: Narrator/Alexander Shaw<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location</span></strong>: Alexander's Manse<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Time</span></strong>: 11:46 p.m.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Tagged</span></strong>: lockepick<br/><br/>Shaw looked at Garmr, his eyes flashing with approval that the Gangrel responded in such a timely manner. He waved a hand and said, “On my desk, there are a series of pictures of a human woman I've been observing. If she's too dangerous, I need her eliminated. If she's...salvageable....I want her retrieved and brought here. You are my Hound, and this type of task falls to you.” He takes the information and hands it to Garmr. He adds, “I have tried to obtain more detailed information, but all I have acquired is a first name, some few pictures, and my Daeva traced a few routes she takes through the downtown area.”<br/><br/>He casts an appraising look on Garmr, and he says, almost sweetly, “Fail, and expect punishment. Succeed, and I'll reward you personally with one thing you crave.”<br/><br/>“Now go. I await other members of my court,” he says.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name</strong></span>: Narrator/Alexander Shaw/Daeva Twin<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location</span></strong>: Alexander's Manse/In Route to Havens<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Time</span></strong>: 11:50 p.m.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Tagged</span></strong>: Ephiral, Wolfling72<br/><br/>The white clad Daeva, silent and graceful, went to the respective havens of Ryan and Delphine.<br/><br/>She knocked on the door of Ryan and slipped the invitation under the crack of that door. She waited patiently, for it was Alexander's custom to have the Daeve linger to summon his court. Should a subordinate see a Daeva lingering outside his or her door, it was a sign to report to Alexander. This was also done for Delphine, too, once Ryan understood he was summoned. The Daeva felt....wrong. She had drunk of her twin, not enough or a Vinculum, but enough to create a minute fleeting bond, and she sensed something was off. Her unease was palpable.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name</strong></span>: Narrator/Queen Ant<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location</span></strong>:  MacEwan Investment<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Time</span></strong>: 11: 45 p.m.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Tagged</span></strong>: Kythia<br/><br/>There was a soft twisting in the night air that permeated MacEwan Investment. On the executive floor in that private room, the Queen Ant felt the offerings burnt in her name, the delightful scent of success filtering in past the Gauntlet.<br/><br/>She came for the honor given, and she came to warn. Xuxa's diligence, James's loyalty, and the desperation of a pack caught between vampires and Pure and other monster brought her. She appeared or the briefest moment, a shimmering grey silhouette that wore a dress made of thousands of black ants that crawled in unison to make something truly lovely. But she appeared for only the barest moment.<br/><br/>She whispered, “Xuxa. Beware. One of the Pure has killed a leech sworn to the Prince of leeches. The body rests in our territory. And someone has stolen what is rightfully ours.”<br/><br/>And then she was gone as quickly as she came.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name</strong></span>: Narrator/The “K-9”<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location</span></strong>:  Streets of Atro City/Downtown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Time</span></strong>: 12:00 a.m.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Tagged</span></strong>: Saxa, TheHangedMan<br/><br/>The beast guilty of lopping of the head of the vampire lingered still. As Kiara fetched one of the invitations to Elysium, the beast, it's sense of smell keen, turned it's head.<br/><br/><em>Saxa, make a Dexterity + Stealth roll to avoid being detected and successfully make your escape.Use the Dicebot, set the Dice blank for 7 dice, Set Sides at 10. Set your first target number for 7. Send the results to the code number: 42233, and I will receive your results. You will be PMed whether or not you succeed.</em><br/><br/>And in a nearby coffee shop, a woman was sitting next to Jack Harth, and her head tilted up. She looked around the coffee shop. There was a sharp contrast between the warmth of the shop versus the silvery glow of the half-moon outside. She noticed Jack, and she stepped over. She was a lithe and lovely woman with long blonde hair tied into a ponytail. She blushed a little, fidgeting in her blue skirt and white blouse, and she said, “Excuse me? Are you...are you Mr. Harth, the martial artist? Because if you are, I was hoping that....um...oh, this is embarrassing. I shouldn't be asking.”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Coffee Shop</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://business.transworld.net/files/2008/09/03/picture-21.png)</div></div></div><br/>She nervously plays with her ponytail and says, “I work for MacEwan Investment as a secretary. My name is Ellen. I was supposed to show up for the night shift, and I was late. But with crime being so bad, and having been mugged before, I'm a little spooked about trying to make it there alone, since I don't have a car. But if someone like you were to escort me, I'm sure I'd be fine. And I can pay you for your time, if that helps.”