V;tM  San Antonio by Night Chronicle IC|General
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				Title: <strong>V;tM  San Antonio by Night Chronicle IC|General</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 20:56:36</strong>
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				(http://www.geocities.com/witchy692003/SABNC.jpg)<br><br>San Antonio by Night Chronicle IC|General thread.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;San Antonio a city of nearly 1.4 million, with included total of nearly 2 million metropolitan area.&nbsp; The second largest city in the state of Texas.&nbsp; While the seventh largest city in the United States.&nbsp; &nbsp;A city steeped in the richness of a colorful history.&nbsp; A history that is matched in the underside, in the world of those that prey at night.&nbsp; Nocturnal creatures, bound to the darkness.&nbsp; Solitaire hunters, yet drawn together as any species would be.&nbsp; The need to belong, to be part of something.&nbsp; &nbsp;These kings and queens of the night drawn in the basic need to fit in.&nbsp; &nbsp;To be with those of like kind.&nbsp; Yet in the same breath that draws them together.&nbsp; &nbsp;Also rears the ugly truth, a predator is a solitary figure.&nbsp; Which perhaps works well at times in a pack.&nbsp; But not for long, that is unless some and one establishes themselves as the leader.&nbsp; Such is the case with in the night that abounds in San Antonio.&nbsp; For here an ancient institution established for such.&nbsp; &nbsp;Known as the Camarilla, holds sway in the city.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This institution is not all inclusive.&nbsp; &nbsp;For the pillars are established on seven clans.&nbsp; &nbsp; Others, of the clans, and the bloodlines in collective.&nbsp; Only through the magnanimous generosity of mercy are suffered by the head of the institution,&nbsp; known as the Prince.&nbsp; &nbsp;While those of neither clan or bloodline.&nbsp; So diluted&nbsp; of thy blood.&nbsp; That they are merely caitiff.&nbsp; Clan less ones, vagabonds and the depths of society.&nbsp; &nbsp;How could you ever trust one, for they are clan less.&nbsp; No sense of history, no sense of honor.&nbsp; &nbsp;No tradition to call upon.&nbsp; Such are suffered only for the merit that they shall show for the city or the elder they grovel in supplication for said mercy of right of existence.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Yet as the archaic institution holds sway.&nbsp; Forces abound in and around.&nbsp; Snipping at the monolith of order.&nbsp; For this city is still a battle ground.&nbsp; &nbsp;So do you have what it takes to survive in this world of darkness.&nbsp; &nbsp;To not only survive but seize the night and claim it as you claim yourself master or mistress over it.&nbsp; &nbsp; Then welcome and come and make your story, for that is what truly will transcend the ages.<br><br><strong>OOC Thread Notes:</strong>&nbsp; This is the all general purpose thread of the game.&nbsp; The city outside of Elysium.&nbsp; It is considered general and accessible.&nbsp; Within reason for another to find each.&nbsp; &nbsp;Unless they move under the guise of some discipline or other.&nbsp; This is the public open thread.&nbsp; &nbsp;The setting for such places as a club,&nbsp; a diner.&nbsp; Or perhaps a warehouse or prominent feature of the city.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Private threads, havens.&nbsp; Shall be responsibility of each.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through unless actually a need to make such a thread for purpose of&nbsp; playing out a scene.&nbsp; It is suggested and encouraged&nbsp; from refraining from doing so.&nbsp; So when retires and inaccessible&nbsp; for having taken refuge or retired to personal haven.&nbsp; &nbsp;Mark at top of post '<strong><span class="bbc_u">Haven</span></strong>'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: V;tM  San Antonio by Night Chronicle IC|General</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 05:18:57</strong>
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				<strong>John the Gangrel</strong><br><br>The Kindred known to most of the city's undead community simply as John the Gangrel wandered his turf on foot.&nbsp; It wasn't exactly his territory, seeing as he wasn't the Prince of the city nor had he laid any official claim to the area.&nbsp; Still, he privately considered the University of Texas at San Antonio to be his.&nbsp; After all, he'd quietly garnered a fair amount of influence around the place.&nbsp; Officially, he'd offered to keep an eye on the area for the Scourge, a fellow member of his clan.&nbsp; John figured most people thought his haven was somewhere nearby.&nbsp; Which could be the case, once in a while.<br><br>Thus, once or twice a week, he stalked the area, listening for rumors that might be illicit Kindred activity around the campus and surrounding few blocks.&nbsp; Kept him out of the public eye and away from Elysium politics.&nbsp; Both, he'd figured out early on, kept him safe an alive.&nbsp; Or not really alive, but at least existing.&nbsp; The streets, those he understood.&nbsp; The political halls . . . well, he was a Gangrel, obviously he couldn't hope to understand the jungle of Kindred politics.&nbsp; Or so he thought a good part of the city believed.&nbsp; It was better to let them keep believing that.&nbsp; Kept them out of his hair and let him carefully tweak things in the city when he felt like it.<br><br>(OOC: Anyone hanging out in the college area?&nbsp; If not, John'll move around elsewhere.&nbsp; :) )
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				Title: <strong>Re: V;tM  San Antonio by Night Chronicle IC|General</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 22:32:27</strong>
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				<strong>Angelique Cheval</strong><br><br>Driving through the University of Texas on the way to the Elysium she happens to see John, and at least he never disrespected her overall a respectable Kindred and beeps the horn friendlily she pulls over in a nearby parking spot. And steps out of her car. <br><br>"May I have permission to be in your declared territory if not I shall leave, John.," she was always a stickler for protocol and she respected his "claim" to the school. No more odd than her claim to the leadership of the Caitiff and over the Rack also unofficial. And so asking permission is fine she never asked John has like all sect Kindred standing permission to the Rack. "I travel to our Elysium and cut through here on the way its a bit shorter I come in peace there is a matter of importance this evening.," she explains simply.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: V;tM  San Antonio by Night Chronicle IC|General</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sleepingferret</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 00:15:10</strong>
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				<strong>Lance VanZant, Tremere Primogen</strong><br><br>Lance stared at the files and papers on his desk for a moment, taking particular note of the recent reports from the R&amp;D group of Grimstone Arms and their latest projects.<br><br>Lance picked up the phone on the desk and called the front desk. "Have my car ready in 10 minutes."&nbsp; Lance didn't bother waiting for a response, he hung the phone up, knowing that the staff would do as he asked.&nbsp; They better anyways...he did pay the night staff a "fair" amount more for their "cooperation" with his ways.<br><br>Ten minutes later after locking the door to the Presidential suite, Lance walked down the hallway towards the elevator.&nbsp; As he waited for the elevator, he pulled out his cell phone and thumbed through his contact list.&nbsp; He dialed the "daytime CEO" of VanZant Enterprises, his trusted protector of his business interests; Henry Mitchell.<br><br>"Usual place, half hour.&nbsp; Oh and these reports you sent me, they are promising but have they said when yet?"<br><br>"I'm afraid not.&nbsp; Tests are being conducted, but of course since the teams have no idea what the purpose for the design really is...it may take some time to get the design to suitable combat specs." Henry replied.<br><br>"Very well.&nbsp; Still we should go over a few things as usual.&nbsp; So see you in thirty minutes." And with that, Lance hung up and tucked his phone back into his jacket pocket.<br><br>The Westin La Cantera was fairly large, and his suite was a fair distance from the lobby but it made little difference as Lance wasn't concerned with being rushed.&nbsp; So he walked through the halls after stepping off the elevator, and nodded to the front desk manager as he walked out the front entrance.&nbsp; He also handed the doorman a $100 bill, as he walked past.&nbsp; It was a normal evening around the hotel, at least nothing seemed out of the ordinary.&nbsp; Of course nothing ever did, and at times things did have a way of happening...but for now it was "business" as usual.<br><br>His car, along with his driver was waiting for him as requested.&nbsp; Lance smirked to himself, granted his driver was just hired help...but he had his uses and was expendable for that matter.&nbsp; "Good evening, Mr. VanZant."&nbsp; the driver said as he opened the door to the awaiting black Cadillac STS.&nbsp; Lance gave a slight nod as he got in.<br><br>"Twilight's Kiss, as usual.&nbsp; I have a late business meeting of sorts with Henry in thirty minutes."<br><br>"Of course, Mr. VanZant." the driver said as he closed the door.&nbsp; Within a matter of minutes the car was speeding through the streets towards its destination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: V;tM  San Antonio by Night Chronicle IC|General</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 19:45:50</strong>
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				<strong>Cassidy Mills - Seedy Hotel in the Malkavians Domain</strong><br><br>Fat and ugly, and old, and smelly well at least he is happy to sate himself in her and she can feed ... and that cock he is armed with is not that bad its big anyway. After he grunts and cums inside her the man collapses at her side panting. Sweaty. Cassidy lays on him and smiles delving into his mind unlocking true insight as derangements rush out of his head and sinkins in her fangs to his neck draining him enough to be too weak to fight back and gets up showering and dresses. Leaving the sleazy motel she gets into her car and leaves heading towards the Elysium having no obligations toight and still having other needs to sate. Maybe she will go to the Frat row and see if any parties are going on later on at the University of Texas campus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: V;tM  San Antonio by Night Chronicle IC|General</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 04:42:19</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29183.msg1105820#msg1105820">Quote from: RubySlippers on 01-02-2009, 22:32:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"May I have permission to be in your declared territory if not I shall leave, John.," she was always a stickler for protocol and she respected his "claim" to the school. No more odd than her claim to the leadership of the Caitiff and over the Rack also unofficial. And so asking permission is fine she never asked John has like all sect Kindred standing permission to the Rack. "I travel to our Elysium and cut through here on the way its a bit shorter I come in peace there is a matter of importance this evening.," she explains simply.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>John the Gangrel</strong><br><br>Admittedly a little surprised that another of his kind would stop in the area, except to feed or perhaps one of the Tremere or intellectual Brujah, John didn't immediately come near the car.&nbsp; He glanced around surreptitiously, checking for the trap, before heading over.&nbsp; It looked like he was checking traffic instead.&nbsp; Long practice and the mild paranoia instilled by living . . . whatever . . . in a city under siege fairly recently helped.<br><br>That same safe paranoia stopped the Gangrel a good two arms' lengths from her.&nbsp; After a nod of greeting, he listened.<br><br>"Not my turf, kid," John replied with a shrug, "Never declared nothing for it.&nbsp; Just keeping an eye out to help Octavian.&nbsp; Don't need my permission here, just don't break any rules."&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps the pack mentality, maybe another sign of the clan's bestial nature.&nbsp; He may have had a bit much of the wolf in him.&nbsp; Others had seen it before, although thankfully not too often.&nbsp; There was that blood hunt back in Ohio, though . . . a whole group of Gangrel chasing along was enough to scare most Kindred.&nbsp; Add their Brujah and Nossie back-up . . . whew.&nbsp; 'Course, those Nossies of Eric's back there had been a piece of work, damn neo-Nazi bastards.<br><br>(OOC: Just sticking in a bit of the last chronicle this character was in)
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				Title: <strong>Re: V;tM  San Antonio by Night Chronicle IC|General</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 05:27:07</strong>
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				<strong>Margery Kayla</strong><br><br>Margery stood upon the upper steel railers that hung above the festivities below her.&nbsp; She held a glass of wine with no intention of drinking it, but it was were just as a prop of the continuos performance of the Masquerade.&nbsp; The night was young, and she was feeling good.&nbsp; She ran her tongue over her fangs and stepped down the metal stairway in 6 inch black high heels.&nbsp; <br><br>She was wearing a black dress that fitted her like a second skin.&nbsp; The flashing lights made her jet black hair gleam as she swayed through the dancing crowd like a fish through water.&nbsp; The dance floor was crowded, people getting off work, dates, and just wanting to forget their horrible lives came here. <br><br>She headed toward a split off room, it was special and cater to only the "special" guests of her establishment.&nbsp; Here, if they behave themselves, they could drink deep vitae of human guests were thought themselves lucky to be invited into the VIP room.&nbsp; Business were conducted in thie room room, dubbed, the Red Room.&nbsp; <br><br>Margery frequented this room for news of the Elysium and of the underworld of San Antonio, to mingle with the Kindred.&nbsp; It was her own little kingdom of which she ruled as a Goddess.
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 05:33:38</strong>
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				<strong>Angelique Cheval</strong><br><br>"Break the rules, me, you must not know me that well - I never would <em>intentionally</em> break the rules by the time one makes the resteemed rank of Ancilla we usually learn to be good.," she says her voice smooth and musical almost. <br><br>"And I know its not officially yours but since the Sheriff allows you to keep an eye on this place a major holding makes you its caretaker, it would be rude to see you and not ask permission.," she added being pleasant. "I'm Angelique, leader if there is any in the city of the Caitiff and &nbsp;if I may be of service to you call me or come to my club, for special guests you can buy Vitae and if you have work my Caitiff are always around to take up worthwhile employment.," she takes out a business card and carefully approaches, gauging the Gangrel as cautious, and puts in on a nearby ledge so he can get it later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: V;tM  San Antonio by Night Chronicle IC|General</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 16:44:04</strong>
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				Although his expression showed polite interest, John couldn't keep himself from lowering his estimation of the woman.&nbsp; Of course, that was true of his impressions of others as well, even among his own clan.&nbsp; Anyone who played up the toadying and sought acceptance in the Blue-Blood organization got the same.&nbsp; Especially when there was no chance they'd ever get it.<br><br>He very nearly scoffed at the suggestion that food would need to be purchased.&nbsp; But, he held himself back, the clanless . . . certain liberties could be allowed.&nbsp; Although the playacting was mildly amusing.&nbsp; After all, scourge, sheriff, they were all the same.&nbsp; That actually helped in some way.&nbsp; He'd find out exactly how later.<br><br>"Sorry, no the clubbing type," John replied, leaving the card for now, "And it might be best to refrain from tossing around too much . . . jargon in such a public place.&nbsp; You never know who could be listening."&nbsp; <br><br>He made the mental note to give up on correcting impressions of his relationship to the university.&nbsp; Best to let people think what they wanted.&nbsp; Caused them to make mistakes eventually based on mis-impressions.&nbsp; Sometimes, he forgot the Bard's admonishment that "the lady doth protest too much."&nbsp; In fact, maybe he would make one of his rare appearances at the elysium.&nbsp; Some amusement could be good for the soul.
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				Title: <strong>Re: V;tM  San Antonio by Night Chronicle IC|General</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 17:15:06</strong>
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				<strong>Angelique Cheval</strong><br><br>"Don't worry I checked and my awareness is very high right now, no one is near us for the moment and I survived long enough to have seen much and survived much - I'm always aware of my surroundings.," she says and backs up activating her Auspex and not sensing anyone in earshot.<br><br>"So your role here is unofficial so is mine, but the ones without a family need someone to speak for them to the Elders and serve their interests, I'm the most ranked and respected of us so that obligation falls upon me, and I keep an eye on the buffet for the Prince and we overlooked ones are good at being perceptive and report problems as well as you.," she points out she doesn't misunderstand him by carefully chosen words just respects his role as being one that is important not just official. "And since all my major employees are of my kind or very young providing them food and lodging with work is good it makes sure any indiscretions are kept to a minimum.," she adds her voice musical and words carefully spoken. <br><br>"Well I must leave some ears are moving closer, students, no more talking here it is less safe.," several attractive young women walk towards them likely on the way to some function and she admires them. "See you some other time then, and hopefully someplace more open to conversation.," she adds and gets into her car leaving heading to the Elysium. Her card kept on the ledge near the gangrel to take if he wishes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: V;tM  San Antonio by Night Chronicle IC|General</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 01:44:59</strong>
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				<strong>John</strong><br><br>The Gangrel chuckled at her self-assurance. &nbsp;"So, you know about the FBI guys in the parked van three blocks up the street?" he asked innocently, "The ones with the directional mics and advanced listening gear?" <br><br>He was completely making them up, although there had been a van back there when he'd passed a few minutes ago. &nbsp;The mild amusement kept him from responding to her belief that she was respected by the city's undead. &nbsp;Somehow, from the little he remembered, he doubted there was much respect among her kind, especially for collaborators. &nbsp;Then again, he'd run with Brujah, borderline Anarch Malkies, and other sorts. &nbsp;Not to mention having little respect for the Cammies. &nbsp;A necessary evil at best. &nbsp;A convenient shield against the much more numerous mortals at best. &nbsp;Not to mention the fact that the other alternatives were either utterly disorganized or bloodthirsty psychos. &nbsp;In his opinion.<br><br>As she left, John simply said, "Enjoy yourself." &nbsp;Neutral. &nbsp;Could be taken positively, if she so desired, or not. &nbsp;The best politics were conducted that way. &nbsp;Kept people unsure of where exactly they fell in the scheme of things. &nbsp;Or, rather, it let them decide where they thought they fell, based on hopes and desires instead of reality.
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				Title: <strong>Re: V;tM  San Antonio by Night Chronicle IC|General</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 14:37:25</strong>
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				<strong>Angelique Cheval</strong><br><br>Leaving she stops at the University office and grabs a catalog and materials seeing what night programs are offered, she might like getting a certificate in some modern field plus she wouldn't mind spending time around some mortals. Especially those of the fairer gender. While she is in the area anyway.<br><br>Then heads towards the Elysium she has business and all, she can play later perhaps or tomorrow night.
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