08-16-2013, 01:10 PM
Vee leads a little lost lamb to the slaughter, and what of it? What does this one care about Harold and Harold's family, Harold's lover, Harold's pets or friends or life? Flood needed to eat, and Vee was not about to let him feast on what had alread been claimed. Flood drinks. He drains that boy dry and tosses him into the back of his car like a heavy, Harold-shaped blanket tossed over the weakened mortal that still lives.
All the while, Mercy has been left to Vee's mercy, which let's face it is basically non-existent. Not for insects, not for rabid little dogs that dare try to get between Vee and the things that Vee wants. The Gangrel hangs limp from one cold, pale hand, head snapped back to expose her throat. Vee will not drink from her, will not drain this one dry. This blood is inferior, despite the run she did in fact give the Tzimisce. If not for Flood and his broken drum stick (really? him? a drummer? or did he claim it from a meal?) Vee and Mercy might still be locked together, tearing at each others flesh until one or the other finally came up with something more effective.
She'd be a valuable soldier once broken and swayed to our cause.
Vee looks over the car to the Lasombra, blue eyes a little more like ice than they were before. The decision has already been made, see. It was made when Vee lifted Mercy's body from the ground.
Bloody lips spread into an unsettlingly sweet smile.
"I already have a new soldier."
And clearly Flood doesn't want Mercy for his own. Or he wanted her for the both of them and Vee could. not. care. less. Vee has a William now, or will. Soon, very soon.
But first things first. No more delays, no more false-starts. Vee, still holding Mercy by the back of her skull, brings the other hand to her shoulder.
And tears.
Mercy's head comes free with a squelch and a snapping of dead tendons and vertebrae. The Tzimisce examines this work with a smug, satisfied smile. Another body to add to the pile on poor William. At least no one's getting blood on Flood's new flatscreen, or ruining the packaging of that Breaking Bad season 1 boxed set.
The head Vee keeps. A cell phone is retrieved from a pocket of those jeans, thumbed to life and speed dial #1 pressed.
"Isobel," says Vee as the Vampire slips into the passenger seat, Mercy's head held by the hair and kept in the lap. "We have a situation."
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Conscience:
niko @ 11:34AM
[Vee: IDGAF (or does Vee?): conscience at diff 8]
Roll: 2 d10 TN8 (2, 7) ( fail ) VALID
niko @ 11:34AM
[look at that fucking 7]
Joey @ 11:35AM
[ Witnessed. They are bad mo'fo's, them 7s. That one is. laughing at you. ]
Head Pull
niko @ 12:57PM
[str+4+brawl-1 (ow): goodbye, head, dropping a WP because Vee is pretty much done with this]
Roll: 5 d10 TN6 (2, 6, 6, 8, 10) ( success x 4 ) VALID
Joey @ 12:58PM
[ Witnessed and that's 5 successes because you forgot about the WP. ]
niko @ 1:00PM
[dam: str+4+4]
Roll: 10 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10) ( success x 7 ) VALID
Joey @ 1:01PM
[ Oh yeah. Mercy's soak. ]
Roll: 7 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) ( success x 2 ) VALID
Joey @ 1:02PM
[ Witnessed. Poor Mercy. Go put it on a spike somewhere. ]
[[edited because I used the wrong tags >_<]]
All the while, Mercy has been left to Vee's mercy, which let's face it is basically non-existent. Not for insects, not for rabid little dogs that dare try to get between Vee and the things that Vee wants. The Gangrel hangs limp from one cold, pale hand, head snapped back to expose her throat. Vee will not drink from her, will not drain this one dry. This blood is inferior, despite the run she did in fact give the Tzimisce. If not for Flood and his broken drum stick (really? him? a drummer? or did he claim it from a meal?) Vee and Mercy might still be locked together, tearing at each others flesh until one or the other finally came up with something more effective.
She'd be a valuable soldier once broken and swayed to our cause.
Vee looks over the car to the Lasombra, blue eyes a little more like ice than they were before. The decision has already been made, see. It was made when Vee lifted Mercy's body from the ground.
Bloody lips spread into an unsettlingly sweet smile.
"I already have a new soldier."
And clearly Flood doesn't want Mercy for his own. Or he wanted her for the both of them and Vee could. not. care. less. Vee has a William now, or will. Soon, very soon.
But first things first. No more delays, no more false-starts. Vee, still holding Mercy by the back of her skull, brings the other hand to her shoulder.
And tears.
Mercy's head comes free with a squelch and a snapping of dead tendons and vertebrae. The Tzimisce examines this work with a smug, satisfied smile. Another body to add to the pile on poor William. At least no one's getting blood on Flood's new flatscreen, or ruining the packaging of that Breaking Bad season 1 boxed set.
The head Vee keeps. A cell phone is retrieved from a pocket of those jeans, thumbed to life and speed dial #1 pressed.
"Isobel," says Vee as the Vampire slips into the passenger seat, Mercy's head held by the hair and kept in the lap. "We have a situation."
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Conscience:
niko @ 11:34AM
[Vee: IDGAF (or does Vee?): conscience at diff 8]
Roll: 2 d10 TN8 (2, 7) ( fail ) VALID
niko @ 11:34AM
[look at that fucking 7]
Joey @ 11:35AM
[ Witnessed. They are bad mo'fo's, them 7s. That one is. laughing at you. ]
Head Pull
niko @ 12:57PM
[str+4+brawl-1 (ow): goodbye, head, dropping a WP because Vee is pretty much done with this]
Roll: 5 d10 TN6 (2, 6, 6, 8, 10) ( success x 4 ) VALID
Joey @ 12:58PM
[ Witnessed and that's 5 successes because you forgot about the WP. ]
niko @ 1:00PM
[dam: str+4+4]
Roll: 10 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10) ( success x 7 ) VALID
Joey @ 1:01PM
[ Oh yeah. Mercy's soak. ]
Roll: 7 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) ( success x 2 ) VALID
Joey @ 1:02PM
[ Witnessed. Poor Mercy. Go put it on a spike somewhere. ]
[[edited because I used the wrong tags >_<]]