Los Angeles: Blood Moon (VtM V20) - ❌🎃🟩ch12-camp-blood

Chapter 12 Location: sabbat camp Players: Vincent, Diego @Vincent ICEberry @Diego, Bruiser Rat ST: @David [Sir pain in the Rump] Previous scenes: #❌💀🟩ch12-bad-kids (edited)

12:57

Hidden near the bath houses @Vincent Iceberry can hear the voices of the sabbat kindred eho did not rush out into the night. These seem to be the leaders, or atleast the thenones giving orders. The others went to explore the cabins, and mess hall near by, and even now you can hear them shouting and laughing all around the area. "What the fuck Mikey, she isnt even like one of us... why are we listening to her.. i can smell her from here.." Comes the voice of one of the young men inside the bath house nearest you. "I know, i know.. osnt it amazing.. she.." the sentence ends in a low bestial growl of hunger, one your own beast sympathizes with inside you. The cheer leaders and the girl had went to the womens end of the bath house, leaving a half dozen men on the mens side.

12:57

Vincent Iceberry So, the one who isn't a cheerleader - they listen to her, she is their leader... They don't know why they listen to her? Is she kinda like the Toreadors, charming or she's like Ventrue, bossy and serious? Or she has them on blood bond? (edited)

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From what youve seen she just shouts at anyone who gets out of line. She clearly has a low oppinion of them. But something about her reactions to them seems like a over reaction. Your not sure, but you get the thought that maybe she is over reacting out of fear. The small dog trying to intimidate the larger. Either way she has kept them in line. David as Dylan Sean "Mikey, im gonna do it.. it hurts this.. what ever i am it hurts.. i dont give a fuck what that dude said.." There is a mumur of laughter mixed with concern from some of the others inside the room. A few moments later one of the yoing men comes stalking out clearly having worked himself up to avtion. Three others trail behind him. (So i didnt read the previous scene, so do some mental gymnastics to get things to line up. Im sorry) "Megan! Get out her you fucking bossy ass cunt!" The boy shouts as he rounds the corner.

Strange relationships, but okay. So, Meghan is their leader's name... Maybe I will be able to look at her and remember her appearance... So I can disguise myself as her and maybe disorient them... Will have to kill her, but quiet and unseen... It will be very hard since she's a center of attention... Nooooooo, you can't risk being spotted (edited)

You slip up to the corner the men just rounded and see the angry one standing at the far end of the building. "Megan! Get the fuck out here!" Heshouts and you can feel the force of his personality manifesting, no wonder he's hungry, no control. On que a woman strsp from the exit to the womens side. She is a beauty, long dark hair, eastern european features but currently her look would freeze a snow monster. "You know what will happen to you Steven.. King, told you all that you needed to fall the fuck in line!!" She walks toward him pretendong confidence, but from your vantage you can see she has something held behind her back. "I wont give you another warning man.. King will be here soon..."

Wow! King? Fuck, need to cancel the operation. King sounds like a bad strong motherfucker. We need more fire power

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Steven doesnt seem impressed though. "Fuck that im so hungry, this hurts to bad... " He doesnt get to finish his sentence she whips what she has behind her back around and shoves it down the front of his pants before turning and dashing back towards the showers. Steven just looks confused for a long moment. Before he starts to go after her... THUMP-BOOM! His legs and lower torso disapear in a blinding flash and explosion that sends gim flying up into the air. The others who were gathered nearby are thrown down on their backs, literal smoke rising from where they lie stunned.

The conclusive force of the.. hand grenade?... would have sucked your breath away, if you breathed. Instead it rocks you in place where you are in light cover.

What. The. Fuck???!!!!! They are crazy!

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So, they are so cruel... And don't like each other... I wonder, who's that King guy... Hmmm, better look for their weapon crates. Would be really cool to steal some ammo so bastards won't be able to shoot

Vincent ICEberry

So, they are so cruel... And don't like each other... I wonder, who's that King guy... Hmmm, better look for their weapon crates. Would be really cool to steal some ammo so bastards won't be able to shoot

You look around trying to spot where you think they would hide any hardware or ammo. Three young men round the corner from behind you and run toward where the men who were with Steven are starting to come to their senses and stand, they are scorched and have been peppered with shrapnel. The three new comers have a dozen cheap looking fiberglass bows and a arm full of target atrows, while a second has a few tools and yardwork implements. Megan appears again from where she took cover. "Any of you fuckers want to try me again?" She says challenging the still smoking group, who dont seem particularly enthused any more. The group with the bows and tools.drop them infront of Megan. "This is what was in recreation storage. " One says pointing to the pile.

07:20

@Diego, Bruiser Rat creeps up through the woods, shrouded in the power of the blood. As you approach you can see that the camp is in bedlam. Young men in small grousp are everywhere, some are ransacking the cabins, theres a group shooting each other with arrows, while a pair dash around the camp at supernatural speeds playing tag.

Previous post: https://discord.com/channels/975241653533159464/994251593505587312/994328517498126527 Diego knew better than to move out in the open, even when obfuscated [Obfuscate 2]. His rifle was behind his back, with the backpack. In his left hand he held the phone on silent, constantly checking for messages from Vince. Diego did his best to stay out of sight, sneaking from one wooden house to another. Diego felt his intestines churn somewhat at the site of the chaos the camp of the enemy offered. They were burning blood with ludicrous irresponsibility, with dumb games and dumber tests of their new-found immortality. Then it hit him... All it means, is that they will be forced to go on a hunt soon. Thirty toothy snouts recklessly searching for blood in the outskirts of LA. How the fuck was the Masquerade supposed to hold during something like that? Diego figured he'd focus on that later. He needed to get closer to where the explosion came from. Make sure it wasn't Vince. But after that... what? And the gunrunner got a second Eureka moment, this one much more pleasant then the previous one. He needed to get a look at their armaments'. He got his stock from military surplus and old connections. Someone was arming these arseholes as well. And that someone had to be much more shrewd and connected that these dumb shovelheads. "He is coming" echoed in his head. Revana's words. Who was coming? (edited)

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Diego, Bruiser Rat

Previous post: https://discord.com/channels/975241653533159464/994251593505587312/994328517498126527 Diego knew better than to move out in the open, even when obfuscated [Obfuscate 2]. His rifle was behind his back, with the backpack. In his left hand he held the phone on silent, constantly checking for messages from Vince. Diego did his best to stay out of sight, sneaking from one wooden house to another. Diego felt his intestines churn somewhat at the site of the chaos the camp of the enemy offered. They were burning blood with ludicrous irresponsibility, with dumb games and dumber tests of their new-found immortality. Then it hit him... All it means, is that they will be forced to go on a hunt soon. Thirty toothy snouts recklessly searching for blood in the outskirts of LA. How the fuck was the Masquerade supposed to hold during something like that? Diego figured he'd focus on that later. He needed to get closer to where the explosion came from. Make sure it wasn't Vince. But after that... what? And the gunrunner got a second Eureka moment, this one much more pleasant then the previous one. He needed to get a look at their armaments'. He got his stock from military surplus and old connections. Someone was arming these arseholes as well. And that someone had to be much more shrewd and connected that these dumb shovelheads. "He is coming" echoed in his head. Revana's words. Who was coming? (edited)

From your spot near the cabins you can see a larger group of them near the long bathhouse in the center of the loop. You see there is a burnt divot of a blast radius at the center of where they have gathered. You can see that a couple of them were clearly caught in the blast, one has a thighbone sticking through his mid section and a few others have shrapnel and shredded flesh. The center of their attention is a lovely young woman, long black hair, elegant features and a thin frame. She is currently berating the 4 scorched young men, and from your point of view you can see the cheer leaders gathered behind her menacingly.

Diego doesnt spot much armorments at all, even as you watch a group drops a dozen cheap bows, and target arrows. As well as a handful of machetes, clubs and other tool items at the feet of the girl with the black hair. As far as firearms in the distance on the shore of the lake you can see a pair firing a bolt action rifle into the water, and one of the girls in their cheer outfits has a pump action shotgun slung across her chest.

10:43

@Diego, Bruiser Rat

Behind the mental fog, Diego was frantically looking around. He was trying to get a better view of the place where the grenade went off, to make sure there weren't any familiar tatters of clothing, or distinct body parts. But at the same time, he was all too happy to absorb more information. It was clear that this... this... pack wasn't as heavily armed as he'd feared. That didn't make them not dangerous, they had the numbers, just less dangerous than they could have been. The weapons he saw were either the hunting variety, or gang favorites. So their leader here was probably keeping the best to herself. Another thing Diego confirmed to himself, was that the youth he took out in the sewers were nothing like the shovelheads in the camp. This means that there currently were 6-8 people missing in LA right now, that the police might be looking for, actually. A lead to, perhaps, a second "nest". Diego made quick peaks into the wooden houses, trying to figure out if the Sabbat stayed the day inside, or if they had a different resting place. Was it their first night here? Did they have vehicles to travel around, and what kind of vehicles, if it comes to that. Finally, he was looking for day guardians. Somebody was meant to keep this bunch safe during their day sleep. And he needed to estimate how well protected they were on that front.

Diego, Bruiser Rat

Behind the mental fog, Diego was frantically looking around. He was trying to get a better view of the place where the grenade went off, to make sure there weren't any familiar tatters of clothing, or distinct body parts. But at the same time, he was all too happy to absorb more information. It was clear that this... this... pack wasn't as heavily armed as he'd feared. That didn't make them not dangerous, they had the numbers, just less dangerous than they could have been. The weapons he saw were either the hunting variety, or gang favorites. So their leader here was probably keeping the best to herself. Another thing Diego confirmed to himself, was that the youth he took out in the sewers were nothing like the shovelheads in the camp. This means that there currently were 6-8 people missing in LA right now, that the police might be looking for, actually. A lead to, perhaps, a second "nest". Diego made quick peaks into the wooden houses, trying to figure out if the Sabbat stayed the day inside, or if they had a different resting place. Was it their first night here? Did they have vehicles to travel around, and what kind of vehicles, if it comes to that. Finally, he was looking for day guardians. Somebody was meant to keep this bunch safe during their day sleep. And he needed to estimate how well protected they were on that front.

You slip in between the row of cabins peeking in windows at two by four bunks and graffiti etched in wood with pen knives. The third door you come to has been torn from the frame, screen door leaning drunkenly on a single hinge. You peek inside to see bunks over turned and windows torn from the frame. Streaks of blood like fingers dragged repeatedly over the wood can been seen gouged into the walls. Just as your about to go to the next you feel a hand on your ankle weakly. "Your real?.. your not with the bugs.. your.. hey.. who are you?" You look down to see a fit young man with rows of braids, he looks to have been laying looking out of the door frame, you can see his clothes are in tatters and you can see the tips of his fingers have nearly been torn off a few just showing white where the flesh has been torn away. "H--hh--hey!" You see his eyes, pupils dilated so that only a tiny ring of white shows around them.

07:31

@Vincent ICEberry sees Megan look at the boys who were in the blast. "You idiots go get the docks ready, King will be here any minute." She turns to the others. "You guys take some weapons and watch the road. Anyone see better now?.. you go out in the woods and keep an eye out!" She snaps orders setting out groups of twos and threes on patrols and guard duties. (edited)

Diego sharply looked down at his ankle and at the figure at the entrance of the hut. He wanted to curse, but that wouldn't be the best idea. Appearently, malkavian blood found its way into the mass embrace. The gunlugger was weighing his options. Kindred were extremely difficult to kill quickly and silently. And this fella... didn't quite look like somebody he wanted to kill. Diego squatted down next to the guy. - No, I'm not with the bugs, - whispered the nosferatu through his collar. - I'm with the rescue team. What's your name? You look like you need some blood and bandaging. Just be quiet - I don't have enough for everyone.

Diego, Bruiser Rat

Diego sharply looked down at his ankle and at the figure at the entrance of the hut. He wanted to curse, but that wouldn't be the best idea. Appearently, malkavian blood found its way into the mass embrace. The gunlugger was weighing his options. Kindred were extremely difficult to kill quickly and silently. And this fella... didn't quite look like somebody he wanted to kill. Diego squatted down next to the guy. - No, I'm not with the bugs, - whispered the nosferatu through his collar. - I'm with the rescue team. What's your name? You look like you need some blood and bandaging. Just be quiet - I don't have enough for everyone.

"Your face.. what happened.. is that what i look like?!" He is a little louder than you would like. He reaches up to touch his face and see the tips of his fingers as if for the first time. "Yeah... what happened to my hand?... blood? Thats.. yes.. you said you have blood?"

- No, but quiet down, or she'll do the same to you, - Diego was frantically thinking. Everything he'd found pointed to Vincent being undiscovered as of yet. The leader was casual in her orders, this was not a full on mobilization he'd have expected had they caught a spy. This fledgling was lost, unsure of his surroundings. Diego was playing up to that. Except... as much as the nosferatu was trying to ignore the thought, the kindred's diseased mind likely made him useless as a prisoner, and Diego was very unlikely to successfully walk out with him in tow. And the gunrunner couldn't trust him to stay silent for long if he left right now. - It looks worse than it is, - the gunrunner quietly reassured the malk looking at his fingers. - I store some blood in my car for friends. You look like you need it - I can take you there. Let me just help you up. Diego leaned over the guy, as if trying to help him up, even told him to put his hand on his shoulder. But instead of pulling him up to his feet, Diego instead leaned further in the several remaining centimeters and bit into his neck, quickly covering the malk's mouth with his palm. (edited)

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Diego, Bruiser Rat

- No, but quiet down, or she'll do the same to you, - Diego was frantically thinking. Everything he'd found pointed to Vincent being undiscovered as of yet. The leader was casual in her orders, this was not a full on mobilization he'd have expected had they caught a spy. This fledgling was lost, unsure of his surroundings. Diego was playing up to that. Except... as much as the nosferatu was trying to ignore the thought, the kindred's diseased mind likely made him useless as a prisoner, and Diego was very unlikely to successfully walk out with him in tow. And the gunrunner couldn't trust him to stay silent for long if he left right now. - It looks worse than it is, - the gunrunner quietly reassured the malk looking at his fingers. - I store some blood in my car for friends. You look like you need it - I can take you there. Let me just help you up. Diego leaned over the guy, as if trying to help him up, even told him to put his hand on his shoulder. But instead of pulling him up to his feet, Diego instead leaned further in the several remaining centimeters and bit into his neck, quickly covering the malk's mouth with his palm. (edited)

The gasp of pleasure as you latch onto his neck is exciting the gush of vitae into your mouth overshadowing all your sense in a ecstatic flood. You can almost taste the essense of this boy, memories of football games won, girls conquered... then you jerk back. The man lays motionless his dark skin even paler than normal for a kindred.

@Slinar [Alexander Montferrier] @Joseph Park Rita stops where the road splits into the oval that goes down to the lake and the wraps back around. To the right you can see the mess hall, the cantina, and the gathering area. To the left you see the row of cabins. And in the center of the oval is a pool and a bathhouse. Next to the bath house you can see a group gathered. (edited)

Joseph counted the number of alleged opponents. If there was time, he would have set traps, he thought. He nodded questioningly to his companions, waiting for the command to act.

Damn, who's that King? I need to try to take this bitch out. How? A stake to the heart? I haven't got one, and can't do it quickly enough to not raise the alarm... Damn...

Alexander focused his senses, trying to find the voice of Diego, or any clues that could led him to the two nosferatus. He maked a sign to Joseph to stay near, waving a no with two fingers then pointing at the ground in front of him.

David [Sir pain in the Rump]

The gasp of pleasure as you latch onto his neck is exciting the gush of vitae into your mouth overshadowing all your sense in a ecstatic flood. You can almost taste the essense of this boy, memories of football games won, girls conquered... then you jerk back. The man lays motionless his dark skin even paler than normal for a kindred.

Diego quickly retreated inside the hut with the body. He checked the phone again. Nothing. He looked once again at the body of the malkavian. All the previous arguments in favor of murder crossed his mind. Except now this would be premediated murder of a helpless victim. For some reason, despite his history in the previous seven years, it still was something he was vary off. Even with a shovelhead... There were thirty fledgling kindred in this camp, who were turned against their will, and degraded into monsters. All of the would have to be put out of their misery, if Camarilla is to stand and losses among the clans are to be minimized. Fuck the Sabbat. Diego looked around, to check if there were any immediate threats in the vicinity. Blood started coursing through his veins, heating up muscle and tendon, making him lighter on his feet [Blood Boost: Agility. 1 BP.] Keeping as low as possible, Diego went deeper into the camp, in search for clues and his clansman. [Obfuscate 2] (edited)

Joseph Park

Joseph counted the number of alleged opponents. If there was time, he would have set traps, he thought. He nodded questioningly to his companions, waiting for the command to act.

Counting numbers is hard, theres alot of them moving around doing, childish things, breaking things with new found strength, running with super speed exploring new power. The largest group of them is around 10 who stand near the bathhouses, they have a pile of what looks to be tools that they are passing out to the gathered sabbat. There is a dark haired woman that looks to be organizing them, and pairs and trios peel off into the woods and start up the road. Patrols.

Vincent ICEberry

Damn, who's that King? I need to try to take this bitch out. How? A stake to the heart? I haven't got one, and can't do it quickly enough to not raise the alarm... Damn...

You watch the patrols disapear into the woods and start off down the road. From where you are, you can see that a small group has gathered at the beach, and youbcan see there is a yacht making itsway toward the docks.

Aha! There you are, Mister Important Ass King! Shame I can't blow up this yacht or him... What about getting on the yacht and stealing it? Hmmmm, no way, it must have some guard that I won't be able to take down myself... Well, let's see who is this King and what he has to say to that bunch of shovelheads

13:09

@David [Sir pain in the Rump]

Vincent ICEberry

Aha! There you are, Mister Important Ass King! Shame I can't blow up this yacht or him... What about getting on the yacht and stealing it? Hmmmm, no way, it must have some guard that I won't be able to take down myself... Well, let's see who is this King and what he has to say to that bunch of shovelheads

The beach and docks are around a hundred yards away. Megan looks toward the water and you can see her relax and let out a long sigh of relief. She starts toward the beach and a group of women who were out of sight behind the building fall in behind her. The cheerleaders have opted to wear their cheer clothing, short skirts and tops, with pigtails and ponytails.

A lot of young animals, not warriors. Alone is weak, but there is a problem in the crowd. There are leaders. Strong, it's worth removing them first. The number is clearly not on our side. We need traps and fire. Lots of fire. Joseph carefully approached the supposed leader of the squad. - Do we have Molotovs or something like that? Ordinary firearms will not cope here. (edited)

(you go to me @Joseph Park ?)

(Well there is Rita, who is a amazonian demigoddess at 6 foot. And Alexander. Though Alexander definitely followed Rita when she called for it. (edited)

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A mff with a mask and a handaxe

15:06

#⭐alexander-montferrier-tremere

15:08

(ok, so it's adressed to me)

"No. But you didn't understood. We do not kill, or attack them. They are too many. We find the Nosferatus, and we fucking go away." His voice was tensed, as he looked everywhere, searching for Diego or Vincent, extending his senses of sight and hearing to almost painfull levels.

15:20

He cracked one of his fingers with his thumb. Crack, it resonnated in his bones, soothing him as his focused senses were almost overwhelmed by it. It was soothing almost. He shivered, trembling a bit because of the sensation, before looking again toward the Gangrel. "We gather intel now. Then, we plan. And finally, we attack."

@Joseph Park @!Yr Hyennaes (Tash/Kris/Agnes)

- Okay. Where can this nosferatu be? In one of the buildings? Joseph continued to observe. He knew perfectly well that hunting requires patience.

[Rita is very tall. Like almost 6ft - 179cm But also very thin] (edited)

@Slinar [Alexander Montferrier] opens his senses expanding thrm out and beyond before pulling them all back into mystical focus sharp enough to cut through any falsehood. Opening his eyes he catches hazy movement, as if seeing smoke moving in shadow, with a small effort his focus sheers away the illusion for a moment and he sees diego standing at the door of one of the cabins.

(is he carrying the corpse yet ?)

(No

Alexander stayed still as he looked at the cabin where Diego entered. He pointed a finger toward it, his other hand gripping his handaxe. He raised his head toward Joseph. "The gunrat has entered this place. We wait for him to go out, and then we backup to the car and wait for Vincent. It don't seems they have find him yet. So the explosion was a false alert."

Alexander Montferrier

Alexander stayed still as he looked at the cabin where Diego entered. He pointed a finger toward it, his other hand gripping his handaxe. He raised his head toward Joseph. "The gunrat has entered this place. We wait for him to go out, and then we backup to the car and wait for Vincent. It don't seems they have find him yet. So the explosion was a false alert."

Joseph nodded understandingly and gripped the rifle in his hands, ready to open fire if necessary.

Fuck. Need to tell my guys a lot of useful info. But this King guy is very interesting... What has he got to tell that bitch? I heard some bastards can see us Nossies even when we hide. So I need to be extra careful and hide even better to hear everything King is gonna say.

@David [Sir pain in the Rump]

07:48

@Diego, Bruiser Rat

Joseph decided to look around for the presence of small animals. Probably rats or pigeons. He had some food in store and he was ready to share, in exchange for information about what was happening. As Sire said, never underestimate the importance of animals. I want to find an animal and with the help of feed and Animalism 1 find out what really happened here and where the prisoner may be.

Making sure the malk was tucked away out of sight, Diego slipped out of the hut again, and contemplated his situation. There was very little chance for him to find Vincent like that. He looked at the phone in his hand. It was just as unlikely that a Nos had left the sound on in his phone while obfuscated. But hey, you do what you gotta do. Diego typed in a quick message: Vince. I look 4 u Looking around, he figured he'd follow the Sabbat to the docks. There was some reason they went there, and if Vincent shared the Curse of the Nosferatu - curiosity, not that bullshit about being monstrously ugly - he would have headed there. But there was also the long bathhouse building in the center of the loop road the majority of the action was in. If that Meghan had something useful there... Vincent could be there too. And if he wasn't - at least some Nosferatu needed to get a peek. So the shadow slid towards the bathhouse. (edited)

Joseph Park

Joseph decided to look around for the presence of small animals. Probably rats or pigeons. He had some food in store and he was ready to share, in exchange for information about what was happening. As Sire said, never underestimate the importance of animals. I want to find an animal and with the help of feed and Animalism 1 find out what really happened here and where the prisoner may be.

(Im not sure what prisoner you mean.

David [Sir pain in the Rump]

(Im not sure what prisoner you mean.

(The Nosferatu we're looking for.)

Diego, Bruiser Rat

Making sure the malk was tucked away out of sight, Diego slipped out of the hut again, and contemplated his situation. There was very little chance for him to find Vincent like that. He looked at the phone in his hand. It was just as unlikely that a Nos had left the sound on in his phone while obfuscated. But hey, you do what you gotta do. Diego typed in a quick message: Vince. I look 4 u Looking around, he figured he'd follow the Sabbat to the docks. There was some reason they went there, and if Vincent shared the Curse of the Nosferatu - curiosity, not that bullshit about being monstrously ugly - he would have headed there. But there was also the long bathhouse building in the center of the loop road the majority of the action was in. If that Meghan had something useful there... Vincent could be there too. And if he wasn't - at least some Nosferatu needed to get a peek. So the shadow slid towards the bathhouse. (edited)

(No prisoner. Just blind leading the blind. We sent in Vincent to spy on the sabbat, cause Obfuscation. There was a BOOM, and Diego rushed in to make sure it wasn't his clanmate that was just blown up. Now there is an invisible Nosferatu looking for an invisible Nosferatu, and the rest of this makeshift coterie are looking for both invisible Nosferatu. Thankfully, Alexander has a good eye)

Seeing that the Nosferatu texted something, Alexander took his chin, deep in reflexion. "They are still scouting, best to go back and wait for them."

Rita looks back with a little smirk. "Your losing your back bone Monrferrier." She points to a spot near the bathhouse. "Theres the other one, it looks like they are going to go further... if we fall back to the cars we wont be able to support them if things get dicey... " She looks back at the pair. "They are disorganized, we can take advantage of that if we run into any of the patrols. They are just college kids... "

10:06

She looks at the Gangrel. "What do you think?"

("They have things capable of explosions, so hand-grenades or missiles. I would not risk it if I don't have more intel. Or are you that powerful?" He looked at her with a a perplexed look, as he began to search for an easy target.) (edited)

She laughs quietly. "Missles.. i doubt if they had full marine kits it would do them much good. Football doesn't require very much fire arms training... though ill admit i dont relish the prospect of being ran down by a pack of howling fledglings... "

- We can arrange a hunt and catch one by one or make a controlled fire, sow panic and kill everyone. They don't look well organized, - Joseph mused.

Diego, Bruiser Rat

Making sure the malk was tucked away out of sight, Diego slipped out of the hut again, and contemplated his situation. There was very little chance for him to find Vincent like that. He looked at the phone in his hand. It was just as unlikely that a Nos had left the sound on in his phone while obfuscated. But hey, you do what you gotta do. Diego typed in a quick message: Vince. I look 4 u Looking around, he figured he'd follow the Sabbat to the docks. There was some reason they went there, and if Vincent shared the Curse of the Nosferatu - curiosity, not that bullshit about being monstrously ugly - he would have headed there. But there was also the long bathhouse building in the center of the loop road the majority of the action was in. If that Meghan had something useful there... Vincent could be there too. And if he wasn't - at least some Nosferatu needed to get a peek. So the shadow slid towards the bathhouse. (edited)

The bathhouse is one of those long structures with a door on either end. The mens side points south toward the exit road, and the womens points north toward the lake. Most of the activity you have seen is on the womens side, and even as the armed cheerleaders and Megan head toward the lake you scurry across the gravel path toward the door there. A partition across the entrance creates a right and left path and obscures seeing into the girls bathroom from outside. A glass case is posted on the partition, inside is a shaower use schedual, red cabin, green cabin etc etc, a top down map of the camp, and a outdated camp schedule, looks like campfire tales would have been the evening activity.

Diego took a final look at the phone, sighed, and put it away. It won't light up in the next minute or so, and he might need that left hand Seeing as nearly everyone seemed to have left, Diego, reached for his neat little belt holster and took out the hunting knife. And he made his way towards the entrances to the bathhouse. Even sheltered by the shadows, Diego kept moving as he was taught in the training: cover to cover, as much body hidden as possible. [still Obfuscated 2] The passed the contents and briefly mused at its contents. He couldn't help but wonder if the kid he took out was any good at campfire tales. Diego also took a glance at the map and took an effort to remember it. He opted to check out the boys' part of the building first and dived into entrance on the corresponding side. He took a quick glance inside from beyond the corner, making sure there were no surprises in this supposedly quieter part of the building. And only then, after making sure he won't get any trouble from there, he circled the bathhouses and snuck into the ladies side. "An invisible man sneaking into the a summer camp's girl showers... I AM going to hell," - Diego thought to himself. (edited)

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Diego, Bruiser Rat

Diego took a final look at the phone, sighed, and put it away. It won't light up in the next minute or so, and he might need that left hand Seeing as nearly everyone seemed to have left, Diego, reached for his neat little belt holster and took out the hunting knife. And he made his way towards the entrances to the bathhouse. Even sheltered by the shadows, Diego kept moving as he was taught in the training: cover to cover, as much body hidden as possible. [still Obfuscated 2] The passed the contents and briefly mused at its contents. He couldn't help but wonder if the kid he took out was any good at campfire tales. Diego also took a glance at the map and took an effort to remember it. He opted to check out the boys' part of the building first and dived into entrance on the corresponding side. He took a quick glance inside from beyond the corner, making sure there were no surprises in this supposedly quieter part of the building. And only then, after making sure he won't get any trouble from there, he circled the bathhouses and snuck into the ladies side. "An invisible man sneaking into the a summer camp's girl showers... I AM going to hell," - Diego thought to himself. (edited)

Peeking aroind the corner of the partition, your teen boy fantasies are crushed. Its just a bathroom, worn wood stalls painted white line one side, while shower booths line the other. A pair of benches provide places to sit while you change. On the cement floor you see a dozen sleeping bags rolled up, a travel cooler with a pile of plastic bags on the floor near it. The bench holds maybe 60 pre paid phones, still in their packages. The tiny meshed windows near the ceiling have been covered with black trashbags.

David [Sir pain in the Rump]

Peeking aroind the corner of the partition, your teen boy fantasies are crushed. Its just a bathroom, worn wood stalls painted white line one side, while shower booths line the other. A pair of benches provide places to sit while you change. On the cement floor you see a dozen sleeping bags rolled up, a travel cooler with a pile of plastic bags on the floor near it. The bench holds maybe 60 pre paid phones, still in their packages. The tiny meshed windows near the ceiling have been covered with black trashbags.

Diego knew what he was looking at. Unfortunately, he didn't know what he he could benefit from . The gunrat walked past the bench and picked one of the phones up. Diego quickly checked to see if it was already equipped with a sim-card with a phone number. He stared at the packaging for about five seconds, before a half-baked idea hit him. He gently cut a barely noticeable slit into the plastic packaging of one of the boxes and tore up a second one. Diego gently replaced the phone in the intact plastic, and pocketed the remaining one. He took a picture of the sticker with the sim code and number with his own phone, and put away the empty torn plastic box into his backpack, eliminating as much evidence as was possible. Either they already collected the phone numbers, or they will do that soon. Either way, the phone number Diego pocketed will be in their lists. Hopefully, when the Sabbat tries to coordinate their troops, Diego's new phone will ping as well... He also kind of needed to remember to block incoming calls, less the ruse fails. With that done, Diego, put the plastic box with the wrong phone back with the rest, walked up to the cooler and opened it, looking inside. (edited)

Diego, Bruiser Rat

Diego knew what he was looking at. Unfortunately, he didn't know what he he could benefit from . The gunrat walked past the bench and picked one of the phones up. Diego quickly checked to see if it was already equipped with a sim-card with a phone number. He stared at the packaging for about five seconds, before a half-baked idea hit him. He gently cut a barely noticeable slit into the plastic packaging of one of the boxes and tore up a second one. Diego gently replaced the phone in the intact plastic, and pocketed the remaining one. He took a picture of the sticker with the sim code and number with his own phone, and put away the empty torn plastic box into his backpack, eliminating as much evidence as was possible. Either they already collected the phone numbers, or they will do that soon. Either way, the phone number Diego pocketed will be in their lists. Hopefully, when the Sabbat tries to coordinate their troops, Diego's new phone will ping as well... He also kind of needed to remember to block incoming calls, less the ruse fails. With that done, Diego, put the plastic box with the wrong phone back with the rest, walked up to the cooler and opened it, looking inside. (edited)

Inside the cooler is a hand full of blood bags on ice, that match the dozen or so empties on the floor.

Diego picked up one of the bloodbags and checked for stickers, which usually contained information about blood type and other info. It usually noted the pharmaceutical company or hospital where blood was gathered. If it was a hospital in the city, this was a useful lead. If it was something outside of the city - it could perhaps reveal where the pack came from. Maybe who they had dealings with. Or who they robbed. The Gunrunner took a picture with his phone, threw the bloodpack back into the cooler and swiftly snuck out of the bathhouse. There was still no word from Vince. Well, unless he lost his phone or returned to the troop and they left without pinging Diego, he might have followed the rest of the Sabbat to the docks. So Diego headed there as well, taking care to not be seen. Closer to the docks he even ducked and went prone entirely, slowly crawling towards a good vantage point. (edited)

Vincent is still patiently waiting for the damned King and is listening for anything interesting around

You both can see the yacht pull up to the docks and a couple of men jump down to tie the boat to the mooring. Once secured a half dozen more men jumpndown from the boat. If the 30 fledglings were a threat, these men are a serious danger. They all wear a black kevlar tactical vest and carry mp-5 sub guns on quick draw straps. They wear variations of jeans and long sleeve shirts with cowboy hats and boots. The cowboys fan out onto the beach pushing the gathering football players back. Watching them you spot a nosferatu only obscuring his horrendous face with a grey bandana, one man with long brown hair has a eye on his forehead, and another has the nose and eyes like a cat.

@Diego, Bruiser Rat @Vincent ICEberry

Oh shit. So that's the boss. Need to hide even better. That bastard with cat's eyes... Animals can sense the Kindred. So he might spot me... Wwwwwhaaat? Third eye? What. The. Actual. Fuck?! Better get outta here and call in all the forces we have. But what are their plans?... Can't leave without listening to them... Shit, maybe I should've accepted the Warlock's offer. Would be easier to hear those Sabbath savages (edited)

Diego saw the newcomers. These were warriors and they had some heavy-duty gear on them. Arsenal-wise, the nosferatu gun trader felt quite outgunned at the moment. He was frantically doing a head count of the kindred he knew, trying assess the fighters Camma had. And solidly felt that they were lacking in strategy. Despite remaining obfuscated, Diego took two quick glances over both shoulders, to make sure his way back was still clear and only then focused his eyes on the yacht again. This was just troops securing perimeter. The worst was yet to come, he was sure.

Vincent ICEberry

Oh shit. So that's the boss. Need to hide even better. That bastard with cat's eyes... Animals can sense the Kindred. So he might spot me... Wwwwwhaaat? Third eye? What. The. Actual. Fuck?! Better get outta here and call in all the forces we have. But what are their plans?... Can't leave without listening to them... Shit, maybe I should've accepted the Warlock's offer. Would be easier to hear those Sabbath savages (edited)

A sharp tingle in your skull jumps to a painful shock that draws your eyes to the water near the boat. Without understanding what is happeneing a sense of building pressure pinpoints one dark spot in the dark water of the dark lake. The sensation builds as a figure starts to rise from the water they wear some sort of black leather body suit that glistens wettly as the water drains off of it, at first you think he is levitating, maybe flying or some other obscure use of the blood, then you see the tendril of pure black, an abyssal emptiness that devours lights, he rises out of the water arms extended feet together on the black mass. He is gaunt and pale, with a aquiline noseand a severe mouth. His bald head is pierced by a silver torture crown, sharp points cutting down into his skull under the weight of the metal and forming a crown like row of spikes upward. The tendril holds him up above the massed fledglings who watch on in shocked awe. "Greetings fresh brethern, brothers and sisters of the eternal night." His voice is deep and gravel like. "You have many questions, im sure. But you must earn the right to have your questions answered, none of you even amount to cainites in my eyes until you prove your value you to the sword!" His dark eyes sxan the group, head moving slowly to take all of them in. "Why the fuck shoul..." The kid doesnt even get to finish the sentence before his shadow leaps up from where it should lie and slithers around the young man like a constrictor, the sound of bones crunching pierces the night the boy doesnt even get a sound out. His shadow carries him toward the water seemingly joining with the liquid then ataching to the huge tendril and holding him over the man shoulder.

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"I am Leon de la Oscuidad, and until you prove that you are more than wasted vitae, you will treat me as if the first wrong word will be your last..." The smaller tendril brings the boy toward Leon, the end unwrapping to reveal the grotesquely smashed skull eyes burst out yet hanging on some how.. the boy is aware.. Leon opens his mouth revealing his fangs and sinks them into the skull of the boy and in moments the tendril holding the boy collapses in on the glowong ashe it suddenly holds, the tendril unwarpping and fading as the ashe flutters to the lake.

And that, Diego figured, was his cue to leave. His chances of finding Vincent only got smaller in the presence of this french (or canadian) arsehole with a martyr-savior complex. And as soon as this tourist was done eating the shovelhead and monologuing, the sabbath would head back to the camp. Diego did not want to be in the way, no matter how much tactical info the Lasombra was planning to give away. Diego checked his pockets, to make sure everything in them was safely tucked away and wouldn't fall out. Then, without getting up, keeping his head down, he started crawling back to the huts. To a very specific hut, actually. His moves were becoming more precise and gracious by the second, as if he was not an ex-mil, but some wild beast sneaking through tall grass. [Blood Buff Dexterity] As soon as he was there, he was planning to grab the malk shovelhead and carry him back to the car. Hopefully, Monty the tremere didn't already have a corpse in there, or all of this could get really awkward. (edited)

The lake beach doesnt provide nearly as much cover as the gunrat would like, and as he exfiltraes something changes. @Vincent ICEberry watcjing from further back sees the man with a third eye turns his attention down the beach, then double take, all three eyes going wide. He points down the beach and says something to the lasombra who follows his gaze before truning back to the crowd. A pale gaunt arm rises and points to the four footballers on the far right. "You have a chance to prove your worth... " He points toward the general direction of @Diego, Bruiser Rat. "There is a Unwanted guest.. bring him to me and i will reward you..." The four look at each other a moment before smileing fangy smiles and dashing down the beach. "Cabelleros.. clear the camp these fledglings are incapable..." He says to the cowboys the tendril lowering him toward the beach where he steps down and the tendril evaporates into the wind.

Fuck, looks like this moron spotted someone. I haven't heard anyone so that may be one of ours. Need to get the hell outta here

Well, that's what you get for sticking around one second too long. Diego instantly, in a single rapid motion, jumped to his feet, just like in the training, and bolted for the huts. It was a fight with Balle all over again: his only chance was to break away from these arseholes and have them loose the sight of him among the huts, try to obfuscate his presence again, before whoever spotted him catches up to the cowboy-texas-mexican-whatevers and pins him again. Diego would lie if he told somebody he wasn't afraid right now. But at the same time he could feel the thrill rise up. To get captured would be a nightmare. To survive would be legendary. (edited)

Diego, Bruiser Rat

Well, that's what you get for sticking around one second too long. Diego instantly, in a single rapid motion, jumped to his feet, just like in the training, and bolted for the huts. It was a fight with Balle all over again: his only chance was to break away from these arseholes and have them loose the sight of him among the huts, try to obfuscate his presence again, before whoever spotted him catches up to the cowboy-texas-mexican-whatevers and pins him again. Diego would lie if he told somebody he wasn't afraid right now. But at the same time he could feel the thrill rise up. To get captured would be a nightmare. To survive would be legendary. (edited)

The hoots and howls of the pursuers seem loud in your ear as you dash toward cover. "Yeah mericones catch that rat!" One of the cowboys shouts firing a burst into the air.

Catch a rat? Well... Okay. Fine, I guess. Actually no, not fine. Have ever actually tried to catch a rat? Diego was running through the camp, carrying himself like a wild beast with the stamina of a machine. He was leaning forward when running, at times almost touching the ground with his hands. It looked like any second now he would fall on all fours and sprint. He could hear the tooting and howling behind him. At the edge of his eye he could see the sabbat kindred attempt to pursue him, to hunt him. These cowboys were good, fast, skilled. Except Diego knew urban survival better. Sudden dash to the side, between two huts. His pursuers threw themselves into the gaps with full force, trying to both press themselves into it and not stand in each other's way. By the time the other two had circled the hut they already could only see the rats foot and backpack disappearing behind corner of a different camp building. They catch up tp the spot, but see the rat disappear behind the corner of one of the common houses. By the time they're there, he is already dashing behind what looks like dining house. The four caballeros were trying to converge on the slippery rat. Two were behind him by a corner of the house. Two others were ahead seconds away the corner he was headed for. Sensing they had their prey at last, the cowboys dashed forward, like wolves in the hunt, ready to fall upon the cornered rat. But found only each other. Diego looked upon them, obfuscated, standing near the sport court several huts away. Obfuscated and hidden. He looked in the direction of the hut where he hid the incapacitated malk. Getting him would require going back. He sighed, realizing that there was no way it would be worth it in the end. Everything about the malk screamed "useless and rejected". - ... should'a killed 'im, - he whispered without certainty. And headed for the exit. (edited)

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Vincent heard the screams about the rats. He was scared, but held still. Looks like Diego came here but one of the bastards spotted him somehow. Getting outta here became top priority cuz shovelheads are one thing and these cool and powerful bastards are another. The living shadows were enough to scare anyone

Vincent ICEberry

Vincent heard the screams about the rats. He was scared, but held still. Looks like Diego came here but one of the bastards spotted him somehow. Getting outta here became top priority cuz shovelheads are one thing and these cool and powerful bastards are another. The living shadows were enough to scare anyone

As you hold your possition you see mobs of footballers lead by these cowboys start toward the camp spreading out. Behind them you see the Lasombra standing over the girl Megan who has dropped to her knees and holds his wrist to her mouth.

Huh, blood bond... Serves you right, psycho bitch. And I'm outta here.

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@Vincent ICEberry @Diego, Bruiser Rat Can i get recaps here when you both get a moment

Recap (Diego): After catching up with the scouting gang and hearing an explosion from the camp, Diego rushed in to make sure it wasn't Vincent who got blown up. Surprising to no-one, finding a second nosferatu proved to be a difficult task. But in process, Diego ran into and incapacitated one of the shovelheads, witnessed the weird dynamics of the newly head-shoveled shovelheads with their masters, and managed to snoop around a bit. In the bathhouse, Diego found the day-resting place with sleeping bags, a cooler with bloodpacks from someplace called "Royal Victoria", and a ton of prepaid mobile phones. Diego managed to replace one of the phones in the plastic boxes, with hopes that he phone he kept will keep receiving same messages as the rest of the phones. After that, Diego witnessed the arrival of the Sabbat top brass on a yaght. Was this the mysterious "he" Revana referred to? Diego didn't know. But upon trying to retreat, Diego was noticed by a three eyed kindred. He managed to relatively easily escape, only to find new problems at their getaway car.