Vampires of Seattle IC, And here there be fiends... Options

[Tanka]

Entering the tunnels, as shown time and again by Dominic, eventually a full room is reached. It is grand, and wide, and large. It seems perfect for a group of HMHVV-Infected peoples. It also seems perfect for a great hiding place.

Enter Solaris, the group's Conjuring Adept. She is somewhat scrawny for a Dzoo-Noo-Qua, but seems very agile. She is fairly good looking, if you tend to look at Trolls and their variants that way. She seems to put out an aura of power, but only because she knows her limits. On her back is a Claymore. An ancient style of weapon, indeed, but one that can be easily handled in her own hands.

"Nice place, Dominic." She winks. "How long have you had it?"

[Grey]

Seeming to melt out of the shadows, Grey steps away from the wall and turns off the Ruthenium Polymers. Reaching up to peel his hood back, exposing his grey, scar riddled flesh, he eyes the room with the same caution he always seems to have, ready to leap into action at any moment. His smile makes your mind recoil at the wickedness held behind those black eyes. Grey says nothing for the moment, for he was never one for idle chatting. Instead he just leans back against the wall, watching, listening, and waiting.

[Ol' Scratch]

In response to Solaris' compliment, Dominic simply flashes one of his trademarked smiles that he's had ninety years to perfect. "It's a rather... recent... acquisition of mine," is all he says in response to her question, the charming smile never leaving his face. But judging from past experience with the nosferatu, it's fairly obvious that when he says things like that it's a wholly relative use of the term.

Without further ado, Dom escorts the pack to the private library in the commons area. He walks over to the rather impressive stereo nearby and slips in a MiniCD. As he begins to speak, the soothing sounds of some TwenCen oldies softly filter through the surround sound system. He then turns to address the rest of the pack.

"Welcome to your home away from home, my friends. Feel free to make yourself comfortable and enjoy everything this humble establishment has to offer. There's a room available upstairs for each of you, and they're all first-come, first-serve. I believe Cauldron and Monty," he waves a hand at his two bodyguards standing just behind everyone else, "have already claimed the two rooms nearest the stairs, but other than that they're all free game.

"There are two rules, however. One," he pauses, gesturing toward a somewhat concealed doorway at the other end of the library, "that door leads to my private chambers downstairs and is wholly off-limits to everyone except myself and Harlot. If you need to talk with me, just knock or use one of the intercomms you find throughout the place. Under no circumstances is anyone to come in without my permission. Two, beyond that we are all equals here. Everyone will respect everyone else's personal space and their privacy and I expect no conflicts over anything herein, otherwise you will answer to me. Beyond that, you're free to do whatever you like here. Consider the Bloodbath to be the sanctuary that it is."

His smile softens to a more gentle one. "Now unless there are any questions, I have some business to attend to downstairs." He folds his arms and looks upon each of you with a raised brow as he waits to see if anyone needs anything.

[Tanka]

"I've got none." Solaris looks around, then immediately exits, heading straight for a very large and spacious room. She looks around it for just a moment. "This will do nicely..."

(OOC Note: Luxury space)

[GunnerJ]

Thinker is already seated in one of the library armchairs, looking at the titles on the bindings. When Domanic stops, he says: "As long as there's room for my books, good friend, I'll be fine. Now, I believe my things have preceded me, I should be able to carry them, but where might they be located? I'm anxious to get back to my studies."

[Lezzie Borden]

Sitting nonchalantly on the floor and filing her nails, Harlot looks around the room at this motley group Dominic has collected. Covering her mouth in a feigned yawn, she nearly rises from her position when she catches the tell-tale signs of Grey's appearance from the shadows. But after a quick assessment of his threat level and realizing that he's more friend than foe, she shrugs her shoulders and resumes a comfortable position.

Her attention then turns back to Dominic, or at least that's where it appears to be. In truth, she's studying everyone else closely, committing those minute idiosyncrasies that only a trained eye can pick up on. But as Dominic heads towards the stereo, Harlot slowly stands and assumes a comfortable position. She turns to the two bodyguards and waves a hand to them... but you have no idea if she's signaling them or dismissing them altogether.

She seems nearly oblivious to the nosferatu's words as she almost seems to float to his side. Not a single sound can be heard as she moves. But by the time Dominic says the word "business," everything about her seems to change. Her expression becomes completely serious and professional as she takes her position next to and slightly behind her master

[gobogen]

Frank listens to Dominic, expressionless. Without a word, he looks around the room and he eyes every person with his bright green eyes. Anyone who happens to look at him is fascinated with the intensity of his stare. The fire that seems to be burning in the soul of this cute, blond child is definitely intriguing.

After a short amount of time, Frank goes up the stairs and enters a rather spacious room. I should be able to fit my enchanting equipment in here, he thinks. Oh, and I can't wait to have my own furniture moved in here as well. I'll make sure this room is soundproof too, I hate to be disturbed when I'm studying. It shouldn't take me more than a couple of days to get my stuff installed and to be at ease here, since everything is supposed to have arrived here by now.

[Cheese Emperor]

Esmeralda drifted through the hall unconcerned by the others scuttling around. Fluttering around in the form of a bat, her almost second state of existence, she begins scouting out the various rooms. Preferably something small, dark, and cave-like. Of course they were all this way so it didn't really matter, but Esmeralda didn't know this yet. Entering the final room, in the furthest corner, the banshee marks her territory as per the usual bat method of guano deposits. She'd have to go retrieve her few possessions from her last safehouse, and bring them here since it seemed she would be around for a while. She'd also finally have a place to set up the lodge she'd been carrying with her since the NAN. With that in mind, she sat out to go retrieve what was hers. Swooping through the halls, diving down the stares and out the mouth of the cave.

[Lezzie Borden]

Harlot stands stoically behind and slightly to the side of Dominic. A fluttering from the corner of her eye catches her attention as she spots the flying rodent meandering through the sunken nightclub. With only a slight narrowing of her eyes in annoyance, she moves forward and brushes the older nosferatu's shoulder. Her hand casually snakes around to caress his chest as she lifts up onto the tips of her toes to steal a kiss from his cheek, her eyes never leaving the bat.

"It seems that we have an infestation," is all the young girl whispers as her hand begins to move down his stomach and under his designer suit jacket. A smile forms on her lips when she finds her goal, the cold steel grip of a pistol, which she begins to pull out just as slowly...

[Ol' Scratch]

Dominic was just about to answer Thinker's question about his belongings when he was distracted by Harlot's machinations. Turning his head to look at her, he followed her line of sight up to the bat.

"Now now, my dear," he says, his voice as deep and sultry as always. "Focus your attention onto the Otherworld... embrace your new senses and look more closely at what you're seeing." He moves his hand atop hers as she starts to pull out heavy pistol, and forces her to return it back into its holster. "Look past the bat and focus on her true form. Do you see it now? That, my immortal beloved, is one of our new family members. Esmeralda if I'm not mistaking..."

He looks as if he were about to say something else, but decided against it as the bat flew away. A dismissive shrug followed.

Dominic's attention again fell back on Thinker. "I believe your things are upstairs in the storage room to the right."

[GunnerJ]

"Excellent! I'll take my leave of you all then. My study can pause for little." Thinker rises. Of the assembled, he is probably the plainest looking. Wearing khaki pants and a button-down light blue shirt, and over that a beaten-up brown leather greatcoat, a Mortimer from a few years ago, the only things that really stick about him out are his gold-rimmed spectacles and slight balding. He walks slowly with a straight cane in hand but not touching the ground. An odd collection for sure, the shadowy man looks like one not to triffle with, and I'm sure there's more to that child than meets the eye. It might be interesting to find out what being a bat is like, hmm, have to check my library for that...

Lost in thought, he walks by the storage room and into an empty cell. It is spartan and somewhat dark, but lining the walls are shelves and cabinets of various sorts, obviously not for books, but they could serve that role. Very good, this will do nicely. He begins moving in. His arms stacked high with books, and a few extra in tow with aid from his shadowy hands, it only takes him five trips to move the whole library. His computer and music box, as well as a few sets of clothes, take another trip. He almost forget the chemistry set, and sends off for it telepathically. He won't need it right now. He sits down on the matress on the floor, turns on an ugly, beat up lamp, and selects a tome form his hermetic library, "On Animal Transmutations and Shapechanging in General." He begins reading.

[gobogen]

Frank works on getting installed as soon as he finds all of his possessions in the storage room. He would first bring them to his room, then unpack all the material. The process is long and he makes good use of the unnatural strenght granted to him by the virus which is both his greatest joy and his curse. Normally, he wouldn't be able to lift more than a few dozens of pounds, but since he had drunk fresh blood not long ago, he was up for the task at hand.

Frank meets with Thinker who is also moving in. "Goodday, my name is François Deneuville - you can call me Frank." ... "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." He didn't feel like saying anything more than that, there would be a lot of time for conversation later.

He then notices with disgust the small animal flying around above his head. A vampire bat living in here with us? What an unpleasant surprise! I hope he or she won't be staying in bat form too often and that it is just doing it for show this time. I hate these smelly and sneaky creatures. And so Frank didn't want to speak to it while it is in this form.

After a while, Frank is done moving in and begins unpacking in his room, behind a closed (and locked) door. This would take quite some time, since he wants everything to be placed in a very organized way. The enchanting equipment would take a long time to install too, but it was worth it.

[Tanka]

After a few thunks and clunks, Solaris finally looks out her door. She blinks a few times in surprise, then lets out a piercing scream.

"Oh, God! Who let that bat in here?"

She runs for her door and slams it shut, hoping that this isn't some sort of coven for bats. She takes a quick breath, then speaks a little Latin to herself to calm down. After a few moments, she takes a deep breath and walks to her multiple suitcases.

She begins unpacking, moving things around to clear a space large enough to fit her Hermetic Circle. Out of a suitcase, she pulls a sign that states "Do Not Disturb" in somewhat sloppy handwriting. She pulls out a tack and sticks it to her door.

She takes out some paint and begins drawing in the Circle, filling it with symbols and equations that only she could truly understand. In the direct center is a blank space just large enough for her. It takes her a good ten hours to fully create the Circle, and it is ten meters wide. After the ten hours, she stands up and opens her door to go see how everybody else is doing.

[Grey]

Grey can't help but laugh at the sight of a Dzoo-Noo-Qua screaming in fear at the sight of a little bat. So much for them being as tough as he'd heard.

[Ol' Scratch]

Seeing as how no one else seems to have any questions, Dominic gives a polite wave of his hand through the air and a nod before turning to head towards his chambers.

"Monty, Cauldron," he announces as he passes by the well-dressed Rastafarian and a more casually but still formally adorned ork, "I won't be needing you for the moment, so feel free to take a break. I'll page you if I need your services."

[GunnerJ]

...so the mana-effect matrices are restorpliated through a Schzmatic warp field, thus interfacing with the atomic structure of the... As Thinker reads, an ear-splitting scream of terror interupts him.

"This will not do at all. The door is closed, and still it interupts me! How often will noises like that..." He puts down the book and looks around the walls of the room for an electric socket to plug the stereo set into. The lamp is hooked into one, and he plugs the sound system in. Looking through one of his boxes, he selects "The Best of Beethoven" and inserts it, then presses the "Play CD" button.

[Tanka]

A resounding knock is heard from the front of the building. What follows is another resounding knock, then a bit of a tiny earthquake. Nothing much, just enough to get the attention of somebody.

Solaris sat in her room, in the center of the Circle, concentrating on summoning an Earth Elemental. Through the entire summoning, she chanted in Latin, aiding her concentration. After a mere four hours, she opened her eyes, sensing a new Earth Elemental just outside of the Circle.

She commands the Elemental to help her move her belongings around and set them up.

[Grey]

Grey's head comes up at the sound oh the door being banged on. His voice comes fowarth, sounding like he has ash in his throat.

"We expecting anyone else?"

He stands up from where he was seated and begins to make his way towards the door. As he walks, he seems to fade out of sight, as the Ruthinium turns back on.

[GunnerJ]

Thinker's first thought is that the base on his speakers has failed, but then he feels the vibrations coming from outside his cell. Hell, there's no end to this, is there? But his annoyance is overtaken by concern, what if this is a serious problem?

He stands up, severs the link with his shadow hands, and mentally runs though a series of recursive formulae. He focuses his concentration on the awayness his body could achieve, on evading beams of light, on trying to disapear.

With his body cloaked from sight, he creeps out of his room and down the stairs, trying to get a better view of the entrance.

[gobogen]

Frank was trying to make sure that his small forge was still functional when he heard the distant sound. He had precious minerals in his possession that he would want to work on with the forge.

I don't think that we're expecting anyone.. I wonder who this could be. In any case, I won't take any chances.

Frank speaks some incomprehensible words in a low voice, waving his hands in some complex gestures; now he would be well protected against physical harm. He then puts on his small, dark red lined coat and goes out the door of his room. He looked down to see who was disturbing him, hoping that his shadow would stay unnoticed in the dark.

[Ol' Scratch]

Deep in the luxuriously-appointed bowels of the Bloodbath, Dominic heard the booming sound of Solaris' summoning, but thought little of it. He was busy making a few phone calls to the staff at Bedlam, making sure everything was in order for tonight. All the while he's combing through his wardrobe, looking for something to inspire his choice of clothing for the evening.

[Lezzie Borden]

From the many years of being her father/lover's shadow, Harlot had come to realize the minute signals from her master. His lack of concern over the boom of thunder over them put the young nosferatu at ease. She took a seat in one of the many Euro-stylish chairs scattered around the underground penthouse and strummed her fingers to a methodical tune. Her brow furrowed as she watched the older vampire talk on his cellophane, but she was too lost in her own thoughts to pay attention to what he was saying.

Harlot was often disappointed with herself when she jumped to conclusions, especially since her first instinct was often one of violence and destruction. Whether this instinct was the result of her rather 'unconventional' experiences at the hands of Ol' Bones or not, or simply her lack of trust with anyone other than Dominic, well... it didn't really matter. All Harlot knew was that she had to learn to control her instincts, for if she had she would have realized what the bat truly was.

Despite her internal admonishment, Harlot allowed herself the absolution often applied to the young. She instead turned her attention from an internal reflection to an external adoration. Her lips curled into a gentle smile as she continued to watch Dominic on the phone and rifling through his wardrobe, knowing that she need not concern herself with either of these as her master always made sure she was properly dressed to accentuate himself. While most people would find his vanity disturbing, Harlot never doubted his motives or his taste and was thrilled to project any imagine he required of her.

[Tanka]

Upon arrival in the main room, a few voices are heard very quietly through one of the walls.

"Yeah, man, it's just a wall."

"I dunno, I thought I heard a scream."

"Nah, just your imagination."

"I dunno, man... Let me try that again."

Two more thumps are heard, followed by that same tiny version of an earthquake.

[Grey]

Seeing that no one else is going to bother opening the door, Grey walks over and does just that... but he is still invisible, so it looks to whoever is outside that the door opened by itself.

[Tanka]

Two kids are outside, looking rather perplexed as the door opens all by itself. They look at each other, one screams and runs off. The other stands there and blinks.

"Dude. You look... Weird. And why are you invisible? I mean... Wow. What's wrong with you? You look... Sick!"

The kid speaking is no more than 13, but is very dirty and unkempt.