Los Angeles: Blood Moon (VtM V20) - ❌💀🟩ch12-bad-kids

Chapter 12 Location: sabbat camp Players: Alexander, Vincent, Diego @Slinar [Alexander Montferrier] @Vincent ICEberry @Diego, Bruiser Rat ST: @!Yr Hyennaes (Tash/Kris/Agnes) Previous scenes: #❌💀🟩ch11-new-contacts-in-the-book #❌🌙🟩ch11-in-peace-i-will-lie-down-and-sleep (edited)

The area was pretty dark, except of a might coming from a industrial flashlight on the ground near the long wall of the common bathrooms. Silhouettes said in the darkness. She of them were moving, some of them stood totally still.

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One of the figures was closer to the light. It was a girl. She was definitely a party of the gang bit she was chewing a Mc Donald's burger with a good appetite.

I need to place my cameras and that's all. Of course mask them up. Mitnick's modifications included microphones so cameras will be useful even in the full darkness. This girl... Is eating? A vampire? A thin blood? A ghoul? Or just a mortal? Either way, better stay out of everyone's sight. There may be oracle maggots who can spot me... I won't fail, I even turned off my super high tech PDA to be sure. (edited)

Vincent proceeds to plant the cameras in discreet and hidden places. He listens to everyone around him, waits for the nearest people to go, sneaks in the shadows and masks the cameras in the piles of trash, holes in the walls. He will even pump some blood in his body to be more agile. After all, there's a proverb "Fast legs don't fear the beating"

07:18

The phone in his pocket was turned off. No messages until everything is done

While placing the camera Vincent noticed the figures. He easily could count ten, but it was not all. There were at least 20 people, dead or alive and that led to the conclusion that getting into the straight fight with the American football team members probably not the best idea.

Running head to head with them... No way. Make an ambush and suddenly attack - that's our way. I wonder, will they stay here for a long time... Have they got any weapons bigger than pistols and submachine guns.... (edited)

a message came from Diego telling he will try but he's not in the best condition.

Montferrier was trying to check the place, with all his auspex he finally saw one strange figure moving towards him. The was no doubt the talk slim humanoid was a pale aura and filled with worrying.

Alexander took his handaxe in his hand, slowly bringing it near the window without a sound, out of sight. He looked at the figure, before asking in a sharp voice : "What do you want ?"

It seemed like a little glitch. The figure was in a free meters from the car. Suddenly in the eyes everything stared to dim, Alexander's head filled with noises, screams, shots... Students... Headshots. One, second... Scream and panic... After tenth shot he lost track of counting. All headshots. And then one of the bodies started to burn...

FIRE started just from nowhere. Tremere's Beast raised its fur and grinned from fear. Soon the screams got more quiet and the vision disappeared, leaving just the worrying feeling he just saw himself in the aura.

@Slinar [Alexander Montferrier]

Alexander looked at the silhouette, wondering who it could be. His anger was rising, and yet he was asking himself if it was a power used by him or just a manifestation of his augure powers. You the hell are you. Am I going to need to kill you or not ?

Seeing that the figure didn't reacted, he got out of the car, a hand on the top of the doorcar. He looked around quickly, his other hand on the handaxe, before going toward him, raising a hand in a peacing manner.

- I am here by the will of house and clan tremere, - he heard a melodic woman's voice. She came closer. She was tall, almost 6ft (179cm), Almost unhealthy thin, all dressed in black. She had a lot of jewellery: on the neck, bracelets, earrings, even lower lip had piercing. Her black eyes were constantly studying the mask. Alexander felt something getting inside his head. Familiar, he had felt it just a few times when meet really powerful clan mates that didn't that much respected privacy. (You can write the thoughts) - My name is Rita. I'm here to take you away from that. There's no chance now against 28 angry kids even if they're just created.

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jewellery was mostly of occult nature.

"I can't depart now. I've sent a partner to scout the surroundings. But I'll not attack indeed if the odds are not favorable. We're not zelous warrior, we're scholars, and we wait the best moment to strike." He put the handaxe in his holster on his side. Who are you, that you try to look into my head? I'll not advise you to go too far, for you might see unpleasant sights. She really has nice piercings. ... Fuck. He approached her, bowing slightly, a arm across the torso, the other hand in his back. "Is it really useful that I just talk with you when I could just... think?" "My name is Alexander Montferrier, of the House Tremere too." But you now that already, I guess. Who could have sent you?

- The visions. I'll explain later. I took a look at the place. The cameras are fine for now. And you're not ready enough to terminate these poor souls. If you're not a fighter, not a soldier, then this thing needs a good prep. They're young, but they're still sabbat. There's the untamed Beast inside every one of them. Call back your partner. @Diego, Bruiser Rat

"We will hust have to wait for him her. His phone is silent, as to not jeopardize the mission." Montferrier took out his phone, and opened it, looking if he got any texts from Vincent. "I'm a hunter. And so, I prepare my hunt. Ten would have been something we could have dealt with. Near thirty is too much."

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"What I'm curious about is... How did you find me ? Who sent you exactly ? And why ?"

- Do you really want to talk about it here? Well talk in the chantry.

"As you please." He looked toward the Sabbat camp, waiting for Vincent as he began to crack his fingers. Don’t you die on me, you friendly monster.

Previous scene: #❌🌙🟩ch11-in-peace-i-will-lie-down-and-sleep The message came on Vincent's phone. It will be some time before he gets to safely check it, and even maybe by then its contents will be self evident. I am here Rail, bus, taxi, from there on foot. Diego loved LA metropolitan services. With them, he was able to navigate the city quite fast, and remembered most of the routes by heart at this point. He was way past the outskirts and the suburbs now, quickly approaching, in his pocket was a page from a phonebooth phonebook with the number and the address of the camp. He was getting closer. Hills, palms, a large fence. From one of the hills he got a distant look at the place. Wooden single-storey houses, big common house, obstacle running courses, an open space in the middle. In the night it was hard to make out anything inside, but he did see a car parked not too far from the camp. He basically couldn't walk past it, unless he tried real hard. So Diego figured he wouldn't, and started prowling straight to it, allowing the shadows, real on mental, to hide him from view. He was two figures near the car. A man and a women. Both of them looked like nobody Diego knew. So the nosferatu decided to listen in. [Obfuscate 2] (edited)

Alexander looked at the approaching Nosferatu, without moving yet. His thumb continued to crack his fingers from his left hand, as he twitched slighly at the idea of having to deal with a other nosferatu. He would direct himself toward the car, and unlock the chest. Then, holding up a hand to his face, and tapping on the place on the mask where the chin should be, he ask with a clear voice, cold and yet ironic : The voice of someone having seen too much, and it was yet filled with a bit of frustration. "The presentation, you want it with or without the shotgun ?"

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The figure in the hooded jacket stopped, as if startled by the question. After a second, he begrudgingly mutters something to himself, and then said a bit louder and clearer: - I sure love you folks with your Auspex, - every word was overflowing with passive aggressive sarcasm. But after that the tone of voice changed to more focused, disciplined one. - You know a Vince? Can you describe him in a word or two, without mentioning his appearance? I have shotgun too. (edited)

"I was the one that told him to text you. He is helping me finding out the Sabbat, and we've just found them. He's currently spying more... Closely. As for a description... He's sligthly better looking than I, and have always a hoodie and poched eyes."

- Works for me, - the nossie shrugged and nodded. - I got the message. In my books "we got some punks to wreck" translates to "we need more peeps to brainstorm non-suicidal tactics", so I rushed here as fast as I could. I'm guessing you know my name. Who're you? And ma'am? - he nodded at the second kindred.

@Vincent ICEberry Vince didn't know why but the figures he saw obviously got on the move. - Do you expect someone today? - Not sure, wanna go have a look? - Ye! About five people left their places and headed towards the gates.

Fuck! They've seen someone! Who? Think! Think! The warlock?! Fuck, need to warn everyone... Or just lie low and wait?... If some of ours is out there, I'll only demask them with my SMS. Better go and find out from a distance. They haven't seen me yet. Maybe I'll be lucky on Vincent chose to follow the 5 figures and watch them from a distance, ready to suddenly attack if someone he knows is captured

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Recap: After contacting Diego and Joseph to meet them, tremere Alexander and nossie Vincent split. Vince was putting some cameras in the area for Mitnick and the noossies. Montferrier met his clanmate Rita who came there to take him out of trouble as she already scouted the area. 22 football team members, 7 cheerleaders. They need to deal with their watch as they're totally close to the danger zone (edited)