VtM Part Two - The Owl's Debt

Necro

Lysander sighs again.

'Every time Rob.. it's always an epic with you.'

He settles down to get at least some form of rest.

Fourier

Lysander feels a strange presence suddenly, like somebody stepping on his chest.

OOC: Perception roll

Fourier

Most vampires cannot face the day, even shielded, the Sun's presence gnawing at them, the memories of once being human too strong, urging them to retreat from what they were and slumber.

Lysander has no such urges, he has rejected humanity long ago, there is only his power and these enemies threaten it.

He leaps fully awake.

Cock Robin walks stumbling somewhat.

"Christ kid, that's some will you've got there..." he says holding a hand against the wall.

"..it's been a long time, fuk look at it"

To their vampiric sense, even the small amount of light coming through the door frame are beyond intense.

Necro

Lysander shields his eyes from the brightness.

'Hope you know what you're doing, Rob.. how are we even gonna see these hunters?'

He shrugs lightly.

'Lead on, I guess.'

Fourier

"Okay kid, grab the heaviest coats, sunglasses, anything you can from this store room. We need to be as covered up as possible.

Obfuscate is going to be weaker here, I..." he sways a bit before recovering "...don't have the strength to pull it off properly. Try to look as normal as possible"

Necro

Lysander looks around the room for jackets, sunglasses - maybe even some sunscreen... as if that'll work.

Fourier

He finds a high collared jacket, sunglasses and quite a bit of sunscreen.

"Good thinking kid..." he grabs the door handle "...you ready?"

Necro

'Let's go.' Lysander smothers the parts of his body not covered by the jacket in sunscreen.

Fourier

The door flings open. Instantly flesh begins to peel from Cock Robin, Lysander merely starts to smoke. He runs out the door, outside is a large window.

"Arrrgghhh..." people turn to look at them "...kid, you're holding up well. One of us needs to be at arrivals, the other in the shopping area...your choice" he says as they run for the Y-junction with paths going to the two locations.

Necro

'I'll take arrivals. You look like you need to be further indoors to be able to function.'

Fourier

He nods and runs.

OOC: Based on distance, by the time you reach arrivals, you'll look like a person with third degree burns. It'll take five Vitae to counter this, if you wish.

Necro

Fourier wrote:

OOC: Based on distance, by the time you reach arrivals, you'll look like a person with third degree burns. It'll take five Vitae to counter this, if you wish.

OOC: Five Vitae it is... I have an idea of how to replace them

Fourier

Lysander smokes visibly as he runs, provoking comments of how rude he is.

When he gets to arrivals he is a bit hungry, but manageably so. A text arrives from Cock Robin.

'Direct flight from Vatican, Air France'

Looking up, it lands in twenty minutes.

Necro

Lysander looks around for any lone passengers in the arrivals lounge, preferably away from the main crowds.

If none, he finds the quietest and easiest place to avoid the sun yet still keep watch on the gate.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Lysander looks around for any lone passengers in the arrivals lounge, preferably away from the main crowds.

If none, he finds the quietest and easiest place to avoid the sun yet still keep watch on the gate.

There is a single passenger sitting waiting early for a flight to Omaha. College student, mid-20s. From the smell of the blood, farm reared.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

There is a single passenger sitting waiting early for a flight to Omaha. College student, mid-20s. From the smell of the blood, farm reared.

Lysander approaches the passenger and sits down just across from him. He coughs gently, and as he looks up...

OOC: Command

'Follow me, my friend.'

Fourier

"Yeah, I've got a while till the flight...and you look nice...real nice..." he eyes Lysander standing up "So, where are we heading?"

Necro

Lysander looks around for the closest men's room to the arrivals gate.

'Just a little... chat.'

He continues, holding the gaze.

Fourier

"A chat...heh okay pal"

He follows him to the men's room, where only one other elderly man is at the urinal.

Necro

Lysander looks at the man again and OOC: Command whispers softly to him;

'Wait in the stall till this guy leaves, then I will join you.'

Lysander nonchalantly enters a seperate stall and waits for the elderly man to shuffle out.

Fourier

The guy enters the stall a few moments later and begins to fondle Lysander...

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

The guy enters the stall a few moments later and begins to fondle Lysander...

Lysander smiles and allows the man to continue, as his neck is exposed, he bares his fangs and strikes, beginning to feed.

Fourier

The young man is drained to exhaustion within a few minutes, falling onto the cubical floor, slightly bruising his head on the toilet seat. The strength in his blood fills Lysander, his tendons becoming stronger and more defined as he takes on some of the young man's physical qualities.

OOC: Extra success on physical tasks for a while

Necro

Lysander gently lifts the man into a seated position on the toilet and leaves. He then takes up the seat where he met him back in arrivals, and waits.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Lysander gently lifts the man into a seated position on the toilet and leaves. He then takes up the seat where he met him back in arrivals, and waits.

Most of the passengers are the usual European tourists, but the target sticks out like a sore thumb.

He carries his weapons in plain view, though obviously some effect keeps them hidden from the kine.



He walks straight over to Lysander.

"Brave, the day. I've never seen that..." he has a light French accent "...moderately high in the pecking order I take it. I can tell. You feel strong. There is another here yes? Older, stronger...but he doesn't have your drive. Hmmm..."

His eyes go wide and he backs up a bit from Lysander.

Necro

Lysander regards the male with a cold stare, but does not push his power towards him.

'State your business in the city. As you can see, we have spared no expense to meet you.'

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Lysander regards the male with a cold stare, but does not push his power towards him.

'State your business in the city. As you can see, we have spared no expense to meet you.'

He stammers in shock.

"There isn't a trace of humanity in you, I have heard the rumours of your kind..." he looks at the ground and makes out the slightly frayed edges to the shadows near Lysander. Waiting patiently should they be needed.

"What...are you...no, your kind is not organised, you..."

He blesses himself and holds his cross.

"...Les Corsaires"

The cross has no affect on Lysander's inhuman soul.

Necro

'Enough, you will make a scene. I will allow you this one warning, before I show you my power... friend.'

Lysander snarls and makes the shadows flicker a little.

'Next flight back to the Vatican, you will be on it. Or... you will see my true nature.'

Fourier

"No it is my mission to be here. I am not afraid..." His heart is racing "...know I am but the last of four, the others are already here"

Necro

Lysander frowns.

'I did warn you.'

OOC: Arms of the Abyss grab him to disable him, draw him in at eye contact level to Lysander

Fourier

As the arms seize hold of the Hunter, the crowds at other terminals begin to scream...

Necro

Lysander draws the man in and stares into his eyes.

OOC: Mesmerise

'You have been sent here by the Pope to kill the other three heathens that travelled with you. If you are successful in your mission, you have been promised a Cardinal's position in the Vatican.'

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Lysander draws the man in and stares into his eyes.

OOC: Mesmerise

'You have been sent here by the Pope to kill the other three heathens that travelled with you. If you are successful in your mission, you have been promised a Cardinal's position in the Vatican.'

The hunter bites his lip hard enough for blood to run down his chin.

"I...will...not...be swayed...Vampire..."

People are beginning to leave the terminal in fear. Over the intercom a general warning is being given to clear the area. The military are being called in.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

The hunter bites his lip hard enough for blood to run down his chin.

"I...will...not...be swayed...Vampire..."

People are beginning to leave the terminal in fear. Over the intercom a general warning is being given to clear the area. The military are being called in.

Lysander holds the gaze and pushes his entire power through it towards the Hunter

'You will. You will also tell the authorities you pulled a magic trick, and this is all your fault. Then you will kill the three you travelled with, travel back to Europe and become Cardinal, as promised by the Pope himself.'

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Lysander holds the gaze and pushes his entire power through it towards the Hunter

'You will. You will also tell the authorities you pulled a magic trick, and this is all your fault. Then you will kill the three you travelled with, travel back to Europe and become Cardinal, as promised by the Pope himself.'

The hunter feels himself going under Lysander's gaze.

"I...am...not...your...tool...demon...I...die...free..."

He takes out a kill switch and presses the trigger.

Outside a military helicopter sees a window on the Western edge of the LAX complex explode outward in a fireball.

OOC: Roll Perception + Awareness

Fourier

OOC: Success

The explosion halts just before Lysander's face as he reflexively shifts to the afterlife thanks to Catalda's Necromancy.

LAX in the world beyond is a pale blue. Only a few of the dead wander its halls, with biplanes and early passenger liners outside. The living are frozen black smudges from his perspective.

Necro

Lysander makes his way back towards the locker room he had come out of.

Fourier

The locker room is empty in the afterlife. Nothing, not even inanimate object, have died here.

OOC: The afterlife is also populated by destroyed objects if they are still remembered by the living. Anything forgotten sinks beneath the ground into a giant storm called the Tempest. Lysander would know this from Catalda.

Necro

Lysander leaves the room and continues exploring the airport for anything of note. He decides to head for the shopping area where Cock Robin had gone.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Lysander leaves the room and continues exploring the airport for anything of note. He decides to head for the shopping area where Cock Robin had gone.

The shopping area is full of black blurs, the impressions of the living, though one looks much more faded than the rest, barely there in fact.

The ghosts of the shopping center are few. A guard and a chinese man in traditional attire.

OOC: Vampires appear as faded blurs. Due to their immortality, their connection to the afterlife is weakened

Necro

Lysander walks over and speaks to the guard first.

'Why are you lingering, friend?'

Fourier

"I used to work here in life. Just keep coming back every morning. Not ready to make the journey to Stygia yet"

OOC: Beyond the storm of forgotten things, the Tempest, lie the actual afterlives, which function as sort of nation states. The one of the largest of these Stygia, the default afterlife of many European and American people, if they don't have more specific beliefs.

Necro

'Ok, suit yourself. Don't dally too long... bad things might happen if you do.'

Lysander wanders over to the Chinese man and attempts to communicate.

'Her... Hello there? Can you speaka the English?'

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'Ok, suit yourself. Don't dally too long... bad things might happen if you do.'

Lysander wanders over to the Chinese man and attempts to communicate.

'Her... Hello there? Can you speaka the English?'

The man, replying in Mandarin, does not. His tone is friendly.

Necro

Lysander calls the guard over for a moment.

'You must have dealt with tourists a lot before your death. Do you speak any Mandarin?'

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Lysander calls the guard over for a moment.

'You must have dealt with tourists a lot before your death. Do you speak any Mandarin?'

"I didn't in life, but me and this guy have been around here together for over two decades. I had to learn. He was a railway worker in the Old West, when the first brought the transcontinental trains to the Los Angeles area, he died in the early 1890s. He's called Gao. What do ya want to say to him?"

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

"I didn't in life, but me and this guy have been around here together for over two decades. I had to learn. He was a railway worker in the Old West, when the first brought the transcontinental trains to the Los Angeles area, he died in the early 1890s. He's called Gao. What do ya want to say to him?"

'Ask him if he needs any help, or quite why he is still here. I would have expected him to return to his homeland, or the afterlife at least. There is probably a reason for him lingering... more than yours, at least.'

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'Ask him if he needs any help, or quite why he is still here. I would have expected him to return to his homeland, or the afterlife at least. There is probably a reason for him lingering... more than yours, at least.'

"Oh that, he was murdered. Gambling debt. The Old West was a harsh place. I loved Westerns as a kid, but speaking to a guy who lived through, well it loses the Romance"

Necro

'And why does he linger? Is there some reason for it, or just not ready to move on?'

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'And why does he linger? Is there some reason for it, or just not ready to move on?'

"Well, people differ on that. He says he hasn't got any unfinished business and...wait...you ain't dead...what are you? Medium? Look pal I don't know anybody's dead relatives"