"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Oct 28, 2014 2:13:41 GMT
"I am familiar with it, yes," Esther replies forthrightly, her marble-esque demeanor unchanging.
"And we are not in the habit of sacrifice, Madame Foster. The New Testament revokes the need for such a thing, does it not? Even for those of us so Damned. Besides, I am no Acolyte, nor would I make this another Salem. So I would appreciate it if you would return my business associate to us so we can go about our evening - me to my dinner and drinks and you to what I can only assume are your prayers."
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Oct 28, 2014 4:09:27 GMT
The fundamentalist's eyes flare at the heresy -- to set the mortal 'New' Testament above the Testament of Longinus! Mortals were sheep - beasts to be herded, to be sacrificed, to have their blood transfigured to Vitae in the crucible of the Damned. Every ritual of Theban Sorcery required an offering, required sacrifice. But Thea holds her tongue. The hellfire would be left to an Inquisitor. She had another duty.
She would find another.
No, her own wisdom had failed her. Her masks, her traps, her bait had all failed. God would find another. She would have faith.
"True, you are no Acolyte," Thea says, her soft voice sharp with scorn, nearly lost in the tolling bells. "Nor are you Sanctified - nothing more than a sheep in wolf's clothing. You choose to indulge in petty pleasures -- dinner and drinks -- rather than give this offering to your God, and loyalty to your Covenant."
She hands Esther a freshly-cut car key. "Your dinner will be waiting for you with your drinks." She turns on her sensible heels and walks away. "God bless you. And remember to say grace."
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Oct 28, 2014 14:27:39 GMT
Taking the key, Esther almost feels her undead heart beat, pound at the Lancea's accusation. Such denouncements were enough to see her killed, drawn out and painfully, by the Sanctum for heresy. It didn't matter which creed she held to, fundamentalists like this one were only happy when blood was shed.
Esther says not a word as the woman departs but Angela, with her ever-vigilance, will detect a tremor along Esther's form, which has gone cold as ice, forgoing the stolen flush that is perpetually her bent in quotidian unlife.
"Let's go," she finally says, her voice breaking out.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Oct 28, 2014 16:59:41 GMT
Angela glared at the blood sucker in front of her. Her fingers itched to push in the bitch's eyes and dig into her ocular cavity only to rip apart her skull. Angela clenched her jaw.
After the Kindred had gone, "wait a moment. I want to check the tower first and I'm not letting you get into a car that we haven't check out first." Angela moved forward checking the door to the tower.
She whispered to Esther, "keep an eye out for campus P.D." She turned her face sky ward and watched as a crow circled around the tower. The bird could feel her, feel Angela reaching out, but nothing could be done till the creature came closer. As the bird landed on the sidewalk she locked eyes with it and whispered to it, hushed from the passing crowed. If anyone over hear Angela, they might assume she was chatting with the beautiful woman at her side.
"Check the tower for any humans then return and let me if there are any humans in there." The crow cocked its head to the side if the order was too complex. Angela repeated herself and the crow took off, soaring up to the tower.
W6KFAvxo+5 [3 successes in using Animalism]
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Oct 30, 2014 2:32:07 GMT
The bird croaks, preening for a few moments and keeping one eye on the walking corpse and her beautiful. It had understood Angela clearly, and soon enough soars into the chill night air. It circles the tower several times, before darting into it and vanishing from sight. Two minutes go by before it returns, settling on the ground with a ruffle of dark feathers.
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
Ancient
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Post by Esther Montesori on Oct 30, 2014 13:31:06 GMT
Esther takes an unnecessary breath, seeing the eyeball in the bird's beak, and she swallows hard. No.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Oct 30, 2014 13:48:49 GMT
Angela nodded and stood. "This was all you found?"
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
Ghoul
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Oct 31, 2014 2:48:23 GMT
The bird tosses the flesh in the air and gulps it down noisily, its eyes greedy. It eyes the woman, and she gets the distinct sense that there's much more where that came from. The bird flies away, returning to the carillon tower.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
Ancient
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Post by Angela Sisco on Oct 31, 2014 13:17:27 GMT
"Thanks." She nodded to the bird and he devoured the human eye. Angela turned to Esther.
"Looks like we're going up. I may be jumping the gun here, but would you have the way of getting us in that tower legally?"
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Oct 31, 2014 16:59:43 GMT
"There has to be a door here," Esther replies, taking another breath to steady herself, "There are music students who actually learn how to play those bells up there. So they have to get up there to do so." She then begins to look around for a door in one of the four pillars of the tower. (Intelligence + Investigation = 5 + 4 = 9, 1 success))
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
Ghoul
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 2, 2014 1:11:15 GMT
Glancing around, Esther does indeed find the stairway door. Set into one of the four massive pillars, the door is locked. So many suicides lately, the cleanup was murder.
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
Ancient
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Post by Esther Montesori on Nov 3, 2014 12:31:23 GMT
Spying the portal, Esther steps over to the particular pillar and, grasping the heavy door handle, she gently wrenches the door open. "Then let's see what fresh hell the church has prepared for me now," she murmurs bitterly. ((Strength roll - 3 + 10 = 13, two successes))
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Nov 3, 2014 16:34:32 GMT
Angela stepped in first and removed her weapon from her holster. Bullets didn't kill Kindred, but it caused damage and hurt like hell. It would give them the time the they needed to escape if necessary.
She waited till Esther closed the door behind them before starting forward.
"Stay behind me." She whispered the words sharply. Angela moved up the staircase that lead to what ever massacre waited them. Gun pointed downward as she moved silently, never needing to chamber a round as one bullet was already nested in the chamber.
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Nov 3, 2014 18:01:19 GMT
Esther does as requested, following closely behind Angela, always within reach of being able to grab her friend and blur away if they need to do so. They make their way ever up and up and up to the chamber for the students to practice.
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
Ghoul
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 4, 2014 3:49:29 GMT
The brittle, half-rusted lock snaps with faint pop, and the two climb up to the carillon. The bells glint in the scarlet and silver moonlight, but immediately the two women are struck not by the beauty - but by a wave of putrescence. A fluttering of wings draws their attention to a sheltered corner of the room, where they see the bird perched on a body, trying to tear out the other eye. The skin is slick, bubbling and blackened with burns.
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