Los Angeles: Blood Moon - ❌💀labm-d2-searching-for-reflection

Day 2 Location: Hollywood. Club Reflection Players: Alex Kennedy @Alex/Sofie /Stefan, Vincent Iceberry @Vincent ICEberry, Chris Terry @ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕋𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 ST: @!Your Hyennaes (edited)

Club Reflection was a brand new thing just recently. It opened and got promoted with a big good type of shout around. The local musician Chris Terry and his sister Jane put a lot of effort to make sure this place will be attracting a lot of people. Coming closer to the place it is noticeable that there are remainders of a police line, parking lot has only a few cars and the club itself is not working. Closed "for maintenance" for a week. Well, That's what the label on the door says.

- Just as Mitnick said. Guess I'll look for a handy shadow and back doors

After doing some hunting and doing some ritual work Alex got to work doing some investigating. Popping out of his car the extremely handsome Tremere got looking around, casually walking around trying to find a quiet entrance.

And there it is - an awkward meeting of two guys at the back door of the club. Vincent could easily recognize the most handsome tremere in Las Vegas - Alex Kennedy. They never met in person, but Vincent definitely knew a lot of Camarilla faces. Alex just noticed a guy of a very regular appearance, but seems heading to the club's back door.

- Ummmmm, Alex? - said Vincent quietly. - It's me, Vincent. You came to look around, eh?

The handsome tremere looked at the Nosferatu and blinked a little. "Do I know you?"

The average looking guy slightly smiles - Heh, don't bother. I'm Vincent, the Nosferatu, of course it ain't my real face. Else there would be screams. Let's enter, don't wanna be spotted

"Ah..." Alex gave a little clap. "Let's get rolling then." The Tremere made is way to the door and carefully tried to open it.

Behind his back Vincent hid in the shadow and Obfuscated himself, going invisible

The door seemed not closed. The lock was totally broken. Door painfully creaked under Alex's hand and opened a little. Metallic chain put in the inside roughly stopped further move. The owners seemed to take a little care of the intruders.

Looking to Vincent he asked "Hope you don't mind if I just break this door open?"

Alex doesn't see anybody near him, but knows Vince is behind him. The silence tells him "Yes" (edited)

Giving a deep breath and stretching a little, Alex kicked the door open using all 2 of his strength and his single dot of potence.

The door opened up widely and the harsh smell of... cleaning agents and bleach filled the lungs. The dark corridor was empty and perfectly clean. No light, no music, but a barely noticeable rustling was heard somewhere from the inside.

Vincent carefully gets closer to the source of the sounds and tries to listen closely

Alex moved in behind Vincent. Being as careful as he can.

The corridor was all decorated with the posters under the glass. Classy and nice. A bit further a dimmed light showed. A dark woman's silhouette stood close the the bar counter. She had a half-cut of paper sheet in her hand. The light was going from the top over the counter. The rest part of the club was a total darkness.

Due to not being good at stealth Alex tapped the Nosferatu and quietly whispered. "I'll let you go explore, I'll talk to the girl." Pushing him gently the Tremere smiled to her and waved. "Hello ma'am. I'm sorry about the door... Mind if I come in?"

Vincent sweared inwardly. But decided to complete the task given by his Sire while listening for any sign of trouble that will definitely happen to Alex

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"Goddamn, pretty boy, your precious face and smile are not the ultimate tools of solving the problems. You'll learn it soon. Or I'll help you with that" - thought Vincent, looking for good spots to place devices (edited)

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The girl turned as Alex came closer. She looked pretty good, but seemed a bit tired and very pale. Also right behind the bar counter there was a huge photo of the two people. One of them was definitely the one standing in front of Alex. The second was signed as Chris. Under the girl's photo there was a 'Jane', and a huge name of the club - Reflection. These two indeed looked like twins - very similar one to another. The girl shrouded. - I guess knocking or calling doesn't work in this world any more? - She looked more unsatisfied then angry, more even... scared?

Vincent looked around. A big almost round stage, lots of pipes on the ceiling. posters. One wall was completely destroyed like the part of the base was smashed with a heavy hammer. Also he would see a few bullet holes around the main room. There were also stairs up.

Waltzing on in the Tremere explained. "I've been sent here by the prince since a lot of Elysiums have been being burnt down and an investigation has been started to see who done it. Anyways I'm Alex Kennedy of Clan Tremere... You must be Jane, right?" Alex offered his hand to her for a shake.

- So... Yes. I am Jane Terry, - she seemed way too paranoid, even looked around looking for help or something. She gave Alex her hand. Ice cold.

The Tremere gave a shake and his hand was very lively and warm. Giving a Charismatic smile and sitting down he asked. "Mind if I ask for some alcohol and talk to you about your fine establishment?"

- You're Camarilla? - She took her hand back and sighed a little, - serve yourself, club is not functioning as you can see, there's no much drinks here now anyway, - she showed him at the counter to choose what he wanted. - Why are you interested in Anarch property?

"We're interested because whatever happened to your establishment was the same that hit a few other Elysiums." Alex poured himself a glass of King's Brewery Blue Stripe and had a sip. "Basically bad things spilled over into our turf and now I have to figure it out... Classic mid level errand boy bullshit."

- But how can I help? I guess nothing much I can do. Sabbat... thing... came here and killed everybody in the club. Including me, - her voice trembled, - my brother told it was a lasombra from Las Vegas behind all this. We suffered from him a lot when Chris made me to move here.

"You can help by telling us about what happened. Then I can write a report and get something done. The Sabbat are a nasty piece of work but if we get enough information we can get them out. But if we don't want to talk about that we can talk about something else." Alex had a sip of his beer. "Like what is a beautiful girl like you doing out here?"

- That's pretty much it. It looks like a personal vendetta to Chris... Nines took a team to help get rid of some sabbat just at that time, - she seemed more gloom at that words, - please don't speak to me like this I have... bad memories about what happened. She sighed. - What's the thing of Camarilla anyway? Like, Chris mentioned he may be interested to look into that. We don't feel completely safe at the moment. We are not combatants.

Very quiet background rustling. Vincent hopes the girl doesn't notice the "We" Alex dropped a few times. He completes his task with Mitnick's devices and coming to the talking couple, puts on the Anonymous mask, exiting the invisibility

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- Is everything okay, Alex? Pour me some to drink too. Looks like the place is empty. Except us, of course

"It's ok I promise I won't any more and..." Using his acting skills Alex looked to Vincent and asked. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing on this girl's domain?"

- Sniffing her panties, for fuck's sake. The eyes in the eye sockets of mask rolled, but Vince picked up the game - I was told to watch your pretty ass, so you don't get into trouble. Please tell me you didn't.

"... Still didn't answer my question of who you are."

The girl made a few steps back from the couple of Kindred.

"Great now you scared her... Anyways Jane meet my fellow investigator Vincent the Nosferatu. Vincent the Nosferatu meet Jane the Toreador."

- Pleased to meet you, miss. an elegant reverence with a grin - Forgive me my jokes

The girl opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly stopped. - It's ok... - she nodded with another sigh, - so you cane here together?

- Yeah, I just entered incognito. My elder told me to watch this boy cuz he can get into trouble like a fly into jam Vincent grins under the moustacheous mask of Guy Fawkes

"And yet you were the one who scared the poor girl." Alex grinned back. "So yes, Jane you know have the two stooges here investigating the same events."

(Now have*)

- Well then you need to look for the sabbat in the area. I don't think there's anything to research. They just come and destroy every life on their way.

"Well... Then now it's just time to find the Sabbat which is easier said then done. Anyways Vince do you have anything to ask?"

- How do you join Camarilla anyway?

"Oh sorry! You join it by talking to the Prince. Joining the Camarilla gives you a strict hierarchy to deal with but you get proper protection."

@Vincent ICEberry

- I guess I need to speak to my brother first, - she looked suspiciously to the nosferatu.

A fucking giant hierarchy, to be precious. Hell, what did I need to ask her? Mitnick didn't mention it - thought Vincent

Mitnick just asked to set the cameras. That was done, but was not checked.

- Not a big deal, girl, you need a defense in these hard times. And I doubt your brother will turn down this proposition. Excuse me, can I make a call? My old man worries about me, says I gotta call him every night.

Vincent went some distance and took his phone - Hey, I'm okay. Hope you are fine too, Sire. The words "you are fine" were said with emphasis

- How do you manage this 'protection'? - She asked Alex.

- Yeah I can see you. And... hey who is the other guy?

Now Vincent turned his voice down, but decided to sound innocent anyway - Oh, I met this warlock and it's all okay, no worries

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- What do you say? Oh, yes, of course he's safe. Ending the call, Vincent quickly wrote SMS "he hears me,dits later"

@Alex/Sofie /Stefan

SMS "Looks like he's telling you something. Or is it normal he just chants to the air? A warlock you say? Be careful, it's like he's doing something."

- Do u c girl, Mit? Fuck, this is bad. Either she can go invisible as me or... It's an illusion?

"GIrl? No. What's the girl?"

Vincent swallowed a lump and put the phone in the pocket. How to check if she's real? Touch? Listen closely? Could somebody put on her appearance? If yes, who is behind? If no, why can't Mitnick see her?

Interesting anomaly. Guess I'll have to keep an eye on her. Vincent got back to the talking couple - Haha, my old man is worried about me cuz of all this Sabbat happening. (edited)

As Vincent talked the Tremere and Toreador talked about gossip, politics, and stuff that beautiful kindred usually yapped on about. When Vincent addressed the group the Tremere gave a sip of his drink."You old man? You mean your boyfriend, right." Alex crossed his legs as he gave a smug look at Vincent.

- No, my Sire. I didn't know such kind of relationships is endorsed in your Chapel. Or you were Embraced just for your looks, pretty boy? (edited)

Teasing him a little Alex gave a cold giggle. "Yeaaaah your sire. I was embraced because I am smart. S-m-o-r-t... Or was it an A..." He tapped his chin.

- Yeah, very smart, I see. Just try your smartness on someone else, not me. Anyway, what are your plans, miss? Wanna go for a walk with us? I know some posh clubs in the city.

"Yeah he knows this nice club in the sewers where they have really good shots of sewage juices." Alex finishes his glass.

- I am planning to do stuff here at the club. I don't think it is appropriate to walk the other clubs after what happened to our own...

"Mind if we atleast help. After all someone has to pay off that door that they broke down due to an accident with Potence... So anyways how much did that door cost?" Alex casually checked his Resources 3 wallet.

- I can send you the invoice if you leave me where. Frankly. Reflection took all out money. Chris sold his apartments, I spent everything... And now.. Look what happened, - she really would appreciate any financial aid and you could see the little hope in her eyes.

"I'm happy to help back a fellow kindred of exquisite tastes. I'm the the richest but I'm happy to invest and help cover the costs where I can. But of course this won't come free..." After checking his wallet he asks. "A boon may be needed from my help."

Huh, so much for the Mr Generous Pretty Guy. Now ask her to acquaint you with her brother, you ass-diver thought Vincent, but didn't say it. - Hey, Alex, do you want to go to the club? After you settle your business with miss Jane, of course

- The club while functioning can earn good money. We can return everything with extra, - she shook her shoulders, - shar else would you need from us?

"Oh the usual classic 'I scratch your back you scratch mine' insurance type stuff... We could probably discuss it with your brother since it's not nice to make deals with people behind their back."

- Yes, of course. As soon as he is available, I can contact you. May I have your number please?

Alex took out a card with his number on it and passed it to her. "Here you go."

Vincent does the same but with a sheet of paper from his notebook

The door of the public night bus opened and a young guy stepped out, looking around at the night street. He shivered a little as he watched the bus go around the corner, on which two faces, a woman and a man, still flaunt, looking into each other's eyes with a smile. - Fuck... I forgot that advertising on buses is paid for until the end of this month. - The guy grumbled under his breath, and crossed to the opposite side of the street, ignoring the lack of a pedestrian crossing. With a quick step, he entered the alley, between two high-rise buildings, at the end of which one could see a neon sign that was now turned off. Just in front of the club itself, he stopped for a moment, sighing convulsively a couple of times, looking around the quiet night parking lot, which is no longer pierced by the light, noise, and fun of his club, and Christopher returned to his home with the same quick and decisive step.

The girl took a business card and heard the door of the main entrance. - Oh! That must be Chris!

It's Chris! - Chris yelled as he entered the hall.

Shit, looks like it's him! How do I react? Hope he doesn't get suspicious at me Vincent didn't want to earn enemies so soon. He thought all other Kindred view Nossies as spies (edited)

From where Jane was there was a shout of. "Hey Chris. Come join us, we were just having a chat."

The man turned towards the bar, a guilty, apologetic expression on his face as he met his twin's gaze. Then, after examining the visitors, for a moment this growth became alarmed and... angry? It probably just seemed, because the guy, almost an exact copy of the girl standing near the counter, approached the company with a friendly smile. - Oh, we already have new regulars? My name is Christopher and I welcome new visitors. Chris walked up to Jane, and with feigned ease put his arm around her shoulder, and began to examine the visitors.

The man in Guy Fawkes' mask seemed a little bit nervous. The ugly hands gave out the Nosferatu

As Chris came in he could notice one of the patrons was a handsome man. Smiling to him and offering his hands the man introduced himself to Chris. "Hello, Chris. I'm Alex Kennedy, Member of Clan Tremere. This is Vinny, Member of Clan Nosferatu. We are here because the prince sent us to investigate what happened as a bunch of Elysiums were raided."

- Oh, nice to meet you, Alex and... Vincent. - Christopher drew attention to Vince's hands, and notes of pity appeared in his eyes - Camarilla, huh? As always late for an eternity, right? It must be hard to be out of work all the time, huh?

Damn, I wish I could introduce as another clan. And I would never say I'm the Tremere. It's like painting a target on your back. And face. And blood - Hello, Chris. Nice to meet you too. We can go out and come back two eternities later, if you wish.

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- Oh no, you don't have to. -Chris is really saddened in a harsh tone - I didn't mean to seem unfriendly at all, I just visited Elysium myself a couple of days ago and reported on the attack on us. And how did you come to report that the violators have already been caught? ... - Chris suddenly started up, and went behind the bar - Settle down, treat you to a good whiskey? It's too bad I don't have anything more... nutritious.

She leaned to Chris and quietly whispered: - Do you need some help, Chrissey?

As Chris shook Alex's hand something he could note along with Alex's skin tone was just how... warm he felt. Very human, very lively. He also had a scarily strong grip. Letting go, The Tremere smiled. "They haven't been caught... We are just looking for informations so I and the rest of the coterie can feed it to those above or probably hunting them ourselves. Also I'm fine with having more normal drinks."

-Thanks, I don't wanna drink. Would feed though. Vincent looks around. The club called "Reflection" absolutely had to have a ton of mirrors and of course, a disco ball. Can he see them? @!Your Hyennaes

The club survived the attack, so no surprise there were no mirrors around as well as there was no disco ball there. Anyway, a good idea to ask. Or not.

- Chris, why is your club called Reflection? There are no mirrors at all! Talk about the false advertisement, heh.

- I am his mirror, - she also hugged Chris at the shoulder.

- Huh, that's where does the name come from. Maybe you just open your club like this? And rename it to "The Broken Mirror"? (edited)

- Oh Janey, I'm always glad to accept help from you, but I'm afraid that now we can't get out on our own. - Misunderstood Janey's question Chris. Nosferatu never had such tact, Chris thought when he heard Vincent's question, and convulsively spilled some whiskey past Alex's glass. - I'm sorry... - wipes the bar counter - Yes, and I'm her mirror... And you, Vincent. Do you often look in the mirror? -replied with a taunt to the taunt Chris. (edited)

"I don't think he has... Poor thing could do with some proper grooming" Alex just had a shit eating grin on his face as he said that.

- Grooming is more of your thing, Alex. Relax, Chris, I'm just joking. But really, these bullet holes are so stylish! Why is he so nervous? And even in a bad shooting some pieces of glass must have stayed

- Well, Mr. Kennedy.. Damn, I never thought I'd have to say this - Chris gave a short and slightly nervous laugh, and this laugh obviously calmed him a little - I can tell you and Iceberry something. The fuckers who attacked the club are now in an abandoned country factory in the form of ash piles.. I almost died a couple of nights ago... The Camarilla has just begun to do something about it. But otherwise, everything is fine, considering that my business is destroyed, and this, apparently, makes you want to joke. Christopher took off his hood, and all subelis in more detail to examine the pale, lifeless face, fatigue, and the hunger that is emerging deep in his eyes. (edited)

"Wait so the issue was dealt with? Well are you fine with a certain ugly guy with a poor taste in humor going to go take pictures of it?" He looked Vincent.

Christopher sat down heavily on a chair, and rubbed his face with pale hands, and said through his fingers - I don't know if we caught all of them, but about half a dozen bastards were definitely killed there... There could have been more of them.

- What pictures, Alex? Do I look like a fucking paparazzi? Yeah, Chris, you never know what may happen. Maybe they lie low, maybe they come back to have a revenge... Well, it's up to you.

- "Well, it's up to you." - Is that your favorite phrase when the city really needs to solve problems, Cammy?

"Yeah Vince. Where will you be when the city needs help? Will you be defending it or will you be playing the fiddle in the sewers as the city burns."

- Damn, that would be romantic. Shame, I don't play the fiddle. Chris, it really is up to you. Don't wanna persuade you, if you decided to stick to Nines

- Yes. Nines is the hero we deserve, but we don't need yet. - Did these two just come here to mock, damn. - To introduce you? I'll disappoint you that he doesn't go to my club. We have different styles.

"I may be a Cammie but Nines is someone I have some respect for due to how tough he is. I've already met him and he didn't say much about it. Which is why I got led here."

- So you're from Nines? - Surprised, with notes of irritation, Chris asked in a voice.

"I came from the Prince... Then me and my Coterie bumbled into the Last Round, then we got sent here. More just a long string of running around different bars in the city."

- Well, if so, perhaps I can share something with you. Christopher looked back at the forgotten Jane, and asked carefully - How are you? I've been gone since the attack. I was badly burned in that fight and couldn't come. Was everything good for you? Were there any problems?

The girl was totally pale and didn't breathe. - I guess... Roxanne helped me a lot. I could return and do some useful things here. As you can see.

Terry was extremely uncomfortable that these uninvited guests were now in the club. There was so much he had to discuss with his sister, and here were two extra pairs of curious ears. Chris now and then tried to drive everyone to hell, but then he had to pull himself together. "Damn, why don't they want to understand that I have a hell of a lot of problems without them," the guy thought to himself. "But if they can really find the remnants of the Sabbat in LA, they should definitely spend some time." During his internal torment, the Toreador's expression kept changing from tired to irritated, and then returned to thoughtfulness. He alternately looked into Alex's eyes, and into the eye sockets of Vincent's mask. - We had information, but we did not manage to really unwind it. Someone from the Nosferatu shared information with the Sabbat. Gave them the addresses of Los Angeles Elysiums... Believe me, I wish I could give you his name on a silver platter, but I don't have it.

- That's a serious accusation of my brethren, Mister. What's the source of it? I need... To investigate this matter. After all, it's not fun and games, it's about our... Un-lives. The eternity is ha at stake

- I understand it. The accusation is unpleasant, but I assure you that because of this situation, I will not be prejudiced against your Clan. And I don't have any proof... Sounds pretty bad, doesn't it? Chris smiled guiltily into Guy Fawkes' face.

- Yes. I would like to know who said it, so I can know, if it's a trustworthy source. I've heard too much bullshit - and made up even more.

- I'm sorry, but I wasn't the most attentive detective that night. Understand me, I came to my club, and there was a rout, chopped parts... of visitors, the smell of blood is everywhere, even now I have a feeling that the smell is not weathered. - Chris swallowed convulsively, and took his sister's hand - Among the bodies... dead J... If... If my blood did not help, I would just go wandering around the city until morning... And me sincerely don't give a fuck which one of you is pouring into the ears of the Sabbat... I remember that we met one of the rats in the cemetery... I don't remember her name, but it's even easier for you to recognize her than for me, right? Chris's expression changed from tired and broken to annoyed again. He gazed into the eyes of the Nosferatu hidden behind the slits in his mask. (edited)

- Understand. Well, I guess you've got a lot to do. Forgive Alex for the invasion, boy's got more blood in his hands, than in the brain. Her name? Did he mean the female Nosferatu?

Chris chuckled, shrugging his shoulders, and with a slight smile on his lips, he glanced at the sorcerer. Then a slight wrinkle lay between his eyes, and the guy's absent gaze stared into the space between the two guests. - Selma... It seems to me that blood has arrived in my brain, I remembered the name of the nosferatu in the cemetery. Selma - we talked to her.

- Thanks. We will deal with this situation. Stay safe, Chris, was glad to meet you. If even he knows, then everybody knows about it, no point asking him to keep silence

- Before you leave. - The guy's voice took on a quiet, excited, even slightly alarmed tone, which was also expressed in his look, which he quickly threw from one guest to another - You probably think that we Anarchs are so different from you Cammy, and in this there is a grain of truth. Personally, I respect half of your traditions, and I think it's right to keep them. We and you are rather a reflection of each other, albeit in a distorted mirror. - Christopher took a deep breath of air into his lungs - But the Sabbat. They are different. Believe those who have encountered them many times, and almost died from their fangs several times. - Chris shook his head, resting his worried look on Vincent's mask - You can't agree with them like with us, they have other goals. I sincerely hope you Nosferatu have a couple of tricks behind your back to confuse them. Then the owner of the club looked into the handsome Tremere's face - I've always feared sorcerers, and never thought that I would have to rely on the power of their magic. But if you need help in the fight against this enemy, then you can count on me. And I don't care what Nines thinks about allying with the Camarilla. (edited)

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Getting up, tipping the duo a couple Thousands he smiled to them. "Its an honor to be amongst such gracious hosts... I am sorry for how Vincent was acting and I hope he learns his manners." bowing a little the Tremere continued "There is no reason to fear me as most of my magic is just utility and for simple parlor tricks. Hope you don't mind if I have one last drink?" Making some very Star Wars-y gestures one of the glasses began moving and suddenly stopped to fill itself up before flying into Alex's hands. Taking a big chug from the glass the very human looking tremere smiled to them. "Its all just a shame we are on different sides of the political spectrum. Maybe we can make a Truce sometime? but that's for the future. I hope to see you two soon." and once he finished his drink, Alex got ready to leave.

The eyeroll Vincent made could be noticed even behind the mask - Alex, where are you going to go now?

"Oh I just have a warehouse to snoop around in and also report somethings... Where are you going?"

- I don't have anything in particular. Do you wanna to have some fun in the club? Your warehouse isn't a wolf, it ain't gonna run anywhere, lol. Then we can check it out. And Vincent started to text his Sire, listening to what Alex had to say

"I'd rather we get our job for the prince done later then to waste it partying. Also what does lol mean?"\

Vincent quickly wrote SMS to Mitnick- Get back?Got info but can more, do I go w Trem to exSab place?

SMS "find out more if you can"

- It means I'm laughing out loud, lamer. Okay, let's get your magic ass to the warehouse safely. And if we don't find anything interesting, you treat me with a hooker. If we do, I can lead you to the most fucking posh club of the city.

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@ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕋𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 #❌💀labm-d2-the-glass-house