[M] New Era Of Darkness IC

[Sketch]

Spoiler: The Modern Western World 

The modern world isn’t kind to us, mostly…I don’t know much about the world outside the western one… (Pictures in progess.)
Chicago: or what’s left of it, Belongs to a Lasombra known as his title, The Chicago Prince. Human’s and vampires flock there due to his promises of the better life. He rules over the place with an almost feudalistic fashion.

Spoiler: The Chicago Prince 

New York City: now called the Pit, The Tzimisce’s Cathedral of Flesh is the center of the city ever since it moved above ground.

Texas: The Snake Clan has taken ownership of most of Texas, calling it the New Desert; most humans never make it out of there. Cryo runs the place like its ancient Egypt.

Spoiler: Cryo 

LA, California:…Those bloody Assassins…the Assamite, exterminated most of the population there, they run their contract killing organization for blood out of there, the operator out there’s called the Bloody Shade.

Spoiler: The Bloody Shade 

San Diego: the home of the Tremere, the blasted blood mages and their hierarchy are in league with the damn Assamite…or so people say, The Bleeding One is the last Councilor alive and she runs the joint.

Spoiler: The Bleeding One 

New Orleans: The remainder of the Giovanni Clan resides here. The dead walk the streets as much as the living does.

Washington state: all of Washington is a jungle now; the perfect home for the Gangrel that runs the place under the name, The Wolf Baron. People think they live with Werewolves…

Spoiler: The Wolf Baron 

Boston: A Nosferatu owns Boston and is quickly expanding through all of Massachusetts, She calls herself the Baroness. She tramples any who oppose her, and runs the area through intimidation and fear.

Spoiler: The Baronness 

Washington D.C.:Home to both the Ventrue and the Ravnos, it’s Politicians VS Criminals down there now. A human called the Enforcer makes his name there.

Spoiler: The Enforcer 

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Gehenna, No one ever thought it would happen this way. Our apocalypse, the end of vampires, it never was thought to come to pass. But it did.

The year is 20XX, the world…ours and theirs ended, the apocalypse, Armageddon, Gehenna…The world was ravaged and no one knows why. Dark gases where released into the sky, blocking the harmful rays of the sun from our kind, we walk in the day without harm now. Vampires and humans struggle to get by in most of the world. The masquerade is over, Human’s know we exist; some blame us for their world coming to an end, some hunt us down. The few Vampires that survived must find a new way of life…some may cling to their old ideals; some know the time for change is here. Some just want to survive, and live the normal life, and some want to know why this came to pass and what our future holds for us.

“If you’re hearing this radio message good…I need some help down in Denver Colorado…Yeah I know it’s a hard trip from some of our kind but I promise it’ll be worth it. What your bloodline is doesn’t matter, nor what Clan you’re from…I don’t honestly care. I’m in the Bleeding Palm Inn…Join me if you want. I want to make this new age a good one…for all of us.”
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The Bleeding Palm Inn looks like one of those last resort places in city. The surrounding area looks like an earthquake hit it, buildings falling apart left and right, some blackened from fire; it wasn’t a pleasant place to look at. No one walked the streets at this time of the day, not many people stayed in the open for too long actually; they either stuck to the shadows of traveled by other means. Alexandrea Giovanni shuts down her radio transmitter, the most recent radio message would be her fourth and her last; no one answered her previous ones so who would with this one. “Guess I’ll just have to go on alone tomorrow…” she looks at her knife set lying on the desk next to her. “Hope these are enough protection.” She ties the belt around her waist before turning and facing the room. It was covered in different circles of various origins, all served a purpose, Alex sighs as she looks over the mess, and she picks up a map of the states, and walks to the door locking it behind her. Heads down the hallway and sets down the map as she enters the kitchen. Tying her hair back she puts on an apron and starts to pull down orders that Broschu gives her through the small window. She gets to work cooking for the few customers the Inn does get, some humans, and some vampire. Outside the Inn’s sign creeks in a slight breeze the blows through the streets. “Broschu, Order’s up!”

[Sunlight-]

Harley is about to turn off the radio when she hears the message, about the Bleeding Palm Inn. She was starving, but she was also very alone. She changed the radio to silence, driving at 110 mph through the ruble. She is there within three or four hours, slowing her red car to a stop. She opened the door, stepping out. She took in alll of the new scents,the new blood. Even though she really only ate when she was starving and couldn't drag on, it was very appitizing. She breathed through her nose as she grabbed a single duffle, and her leather black purse out of the car. She camped out well, but who knows where the hell she did hide. But, she had somethings most wouldn't have. She locked her car, and brushed some dust off of her duffle.
She opened the door of the Inn and walked to what was most likely the front office. She smiled and exposed beautiful gleaming teeth, and asked, "May I get a room??"

[dark_rain]

The dull light from the now covered sun gave off a wonderful feeling of warmth as she sat on the edge of one of the many abandon buildings that littered the city. Her legs hung off the edge as she peered down what seemed to be five stories, before she turned on the trashy radio she had stolen from off the body of a police officer. It was cracked and pretty much useless unless you could get high enough to get range, but with Issy that was no problem.

She had always enjoyed the view and the feeling of freeness that came with heights. The ability to stand on the edge of a building peering down watching as the people flocked around like a bunch of cattle being leaded this way and that, but now the streets were different. The once busy streets held nothing but wrecked or striped cars.

The busy crowds lessen more and more until they were no more leaving everything looking so dead. Suddenly, a loud buzz pulled Issy from her thoughts has she adjusted the radio, until she found the perfect spot. The message rang out over the quietness, and Issy couldn’t help the little smirk come across her face. This wasn’t the first time she had heard the message in all honstey it was the reason she had ventured so far from home.

Within a matter of moments the message gave away to static. She gave a sigh and turned off the radio placing it in her back pocket letting her eyes scanned the rubble, until a small sign came into view. It was beat all to hell but she could make out blood and Inn, but the rest was missing. “That must be the place,” Issy said as picked up her cameo pack before making her way back to the fire escape in which she had climbed to get up there.

The Inn wasn’t that far away maybe a block or two if she had to guess, so as soon as her feet hit the asphalt she took off in the direction. The streets where pretty much empty, but Issy made sure to keep herself in the alleys. As she came up on the Inn in time to see young women pull up in a red car. “Yep, this is the place,” she said shaking her head as she watched the woman enter, before following her, but instead of going to the desk where the other woman stood she turned the corner and went straight into the restaurant part. She slide of the pack and sat it next to her feet, before looking over the drink menu.

[TheBarbarian]

Spoiler: Mood Music 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMbAT...1&feature=plcp

One Day Before arrival in Denver

The man ran his feet slapping the ground and his breath coming out in short bursts as he crashed through the underbrush of the small wooded area in the bottom of the mountain. He stumbled and fell hitting hes head on the soft ground a sob escaped his lips and burbling with fright he stood up again and ran on not daring to look back. Thunder sounded in the background as the man started climbing up the mountain side with tears falling down his cheeks leaving red tracks in they're wake.
Finally after stumbling along the mountain side the man came upon a cave its insides dark and menacing. He collapsed inside of it too tiered to do anything. Suddenly a low growl could be heard from the inside of the cave the man raised his head tears and snot mingling on his face. A white mountain lion came towards the man with a confident stride he had not seen in other animal. As it walked on towards the man lay completely still with his eyes closed hoping that playing dead would help him. "That's not gonna work you know.Grizzly bears are the ones who fall for that kind of crap." The man looked up, a naked man was standing in front of him smiling down at him. "See anything you like!" he said as he lifted him up one handed like he did not weigh more than the lightest feather. "Please!!" the man said the fear in his voice obvious. Smoke's smile widened "Now that was not the answer I was looking for but I guess that's not you're fault you met a strange vampire buddy!" With that Smoke caved in the mans chest and took out his heart. The mans eyed widened and he screamed Smoke smiled and dropped him to the cave floor as he started slowly sucking on the heart. With that he was going down the hill to find the pants he had lost when he changed.

Arrival in Denver

The other gangrel flew against the wall and emitted a feral growl. Smoke just kept staring at him the young gangrel rose up again and changed mid leap his claws and teeth grew as he lashed out towards Smoke but when the gangrel landed Smoke was not there anymore. "STRIKE ME!!! STRIKE ME YOU COWARD!" said the gangrel but Smoke would not budge from his position. Again the gangrel let out a truly feral growl and jumped. This time Smoke held his ground as his assailant flew through the air but when it seemed that the young one would truly get a strike in Smoke held up his hand and caught the gangrel by the throat. "I am Smoke. When the mortals fought amongst themselves in the wilds of India I prowled they're trail. I have conversed with the original Chubacabra. I have spent the night with one of the darkest Malkavian beauty's and survived! For my blood to be even as good as yours it would have to be watered down ten fold!! What have you done that compares young fool?!" The young gangrel tried to struggle but could not escape the vice like grip that Smoke "Well?" Suddenly the fight went out of the young one "Nothing..." Smoke let him go. "That's what I thought! Anyone else want to challenge me?" The rest of gang remained silent. "Good. Now can anyone tell me where I can get a good drink around hear?" One of the smaller vampires piped up. "The Bleeding Palm Inn might have something for you're tastes." Smoke gave a final look at the small gang of thin bloods and fourteenth generation Gangrel. He guessed that all the better ones had gone to Washington to be with the Wolf Baron. Smoke did not like playing with others so he had no plans on joining them. He walked out of the ruin that he had found the boys in. He never suspected that so much hate against Elders might be harbored hear amongst these thin bloods and other young ones. Then again he shouldn't be so surprised so many sires abandon they're chide when finding out about they're affliction. That couldn't leave a positive mark in they're young lives. Smoke sighed as he turned a corner and made his way to the inn with the stride of someone who was deep in thought.
He opened the door and scanned the room a women was at counter buying herself a room. A vampire by the smell of her. Smoke turned and made his way to the restaurant and sat down. The place seemed kinda empty but that was fine with Smoke. He started looking at the drinks menu hoping to see some blood on it.

[Cruciatus81]

Cruciatus. The name had once held the promise of the Dark Mother, and the spearhead of the East Coast Sabbat in the world before the End Times. Now, he'd shrugged off the diplomatic titles of the Sabbat, and only sought those things the Dark Mother guided him to. He'd heard the broadcast, and this time...rather than his normal, he decided perhaps it was time to seek out a new pupil to carry on the seeds of the L'haka. After all, his last students had transcended far above his expectations.

The uniformed man, still dressed in a clothing style that should have died when he was embraced, had fastened Agony and Ecstasy to his hips, and climbed upon the CBR 1100Z. The rather aged "crotch rocket" had been through hell, just as it's owner had, but it still got the job done, Cru thought. It would take him only a few hours to get to the Inn, however, he still had to sate the Beast within his soul before arriving. Even now the Sabbat's reception wasn't greatly liked, and there was little way Cru could hide his former affiliations. The bike's engine revved to life, and the journey to enlightenment began.

The drive to the Inn was fairly uneventful, save the burning feeling of rubble kicked up by the wind and tearing at the alabaster skin of the Toreador. His mind, perhaps, was his worst enemy - he'd lost touch with those whom he'd taught the ways of the Ritae and the slow bash of sa across the mind, and he prayed none of the failures that had escaped would be present...then again, a second chance at teaching them the ways of the Dark Mother, well, that prospect filled him with jubilation. He slowly pulled in near the Inn, slipping from the CBR and his spidery fingers plucked the key from it's resting place as the engine began to cool with the faint creaking of the exhaust.

As he peered about, his cat slitted eyes adjusted and surveyed the surrounding ruins. After sometime, he spotted a former catholic church which had fallen into disarray, it's towering spires toppled and now faced Hell rather than the heavens above. That would be his sanctuary away from this Inn, when Ritae must be performed away from prying eyes. He had been a priest for most of his unlife, and a Templar as well - now those habits still would not leave his mind, soul, or heart. A brief thought crossed his mind before his legs carried him forward in a extremely predatory grace.

"How the mighty have fallen to be usurped by a society which is not far from the Sabbat's one time dream. Where are the Eldest? Had they faded to nothingness?"

He didn't avoid the remaining windows, as he once would have, now his lack of reflection meant little, other than to concrete the thought that this toreador was a Lasombra. Mater Angellis. He paused at the entrance of the Inn, his icy blue cat slitted eyes absorbing and memorizing the details. And finally the cat-like movements carried him within the bowels of this new place.

His words, even now still had the slight french accent as he spoke, glancing to those who had gathered. "To whom must I inquire about purchasing a resting place, and a taste of vitae?"

As those who would turn to look, before them stood a man, wiry and athletic dressed in a remenant of World War II's most feared elite unit, however without the typical hat. Along each hip was a meathook, his fingers from each hand, thin and dexterous, interlaced as he spoke. His face, that was the one thing that etched into both Kindred and Kine minds, it was that of an angel given flesh, smooth, angled in the right places, yet the eyes..the eyes held the promise of malice and companionship, pain and pleasure....Icy blue, with narrow long pupils. His mind echoed "Hmm, seems to be promise here...."

[Sarnith]

Larissa awoke to yet another day of madness and chaos in the world. Since those final nights she could not believe how quickly things changed. Once the chosen of the Dark Mother, Larissa was now no more than anyone else - Titles mattered very little if at all now. Cruciatus was gone, they were seperated at some point during the cataclysmic events that unfolded during the "End Time". Larissa gathered herself and what was left of her belongings and began to leave - but not before turning around and burning down and destroying all of the books she had written.
"With me...all of this knowledge shall remain. I will not allow those whom are left to hunt down those whom once taught me - should they still be alive..." She muttered to herself as she torched what was left of her home.
While roaming around the ruins of a small city, Larissa heard the broadcast of some gathering at an Inn nearby. Larissa's snow white skin, almost fully concealed by a cloak as dark as the abyss itself - began to turn into darkness as her form faded. She was now on the move.
Her shadowy form held no true form at all, as it twisted and conformed while slithering over a variety of surfaces. She ran into a small group of travelers on her way - though she avoided them as she avoids most these days. I have no time for games... She thought as she merely watched the family barely struggling to survive this apocolyptic era.
The old world was gone - destroyed, obliterated. It's people all but annihilated. Even we struggled to get by - but Larissa took more joy in this than anything. What better chance to show her devotion to Mother than wander these destroyed and now unmade world as she once had? The thought was ecstasy to her as she continued her journey. Finally, she approached the Inn after a day of travel - moving during the day was still odd to Larissa. Before entering the Inn she ducked into a dark alley and reformed herself.
Stepping into the Inn a young woman, enshrouded by a black cloak that covers all but her shins and neck - snow white beacons in the darkness of the cloak. Those close enough can see the soft glow of her deep, bright blue eyes as the hood is still raised - blocking her face from sight, though her mouth is still visible. A large Scythe made of the bones of a variety of...things... is on her back, in plain sight. Heavy as it appears it seems to bother her little if at all. on that parts of her legs that can be seen are two (One on each leg) knife / dagger holders strapped on to the sides of her shins. A pair of simple, yet plain shoes escort her feet on this hard surface - thought through the cloak, one may catch a glympse of color from her t-shirt or perhaps the blue of her shorts. The parts of her body that can be seen - legs and neck, are covered in a large variety of scars; finding two that are the same being quite hard indeed.
Approaching the barkeep while glancing around - eyeing the others whom in turn eye her with suspicion a youthful voice speaks up,
"A room, if you would... and a drink..." The voice seems rather...energetic, playful - if not taunting. Licking her lips slightly a small smile shows on her face as she continues to look around. She takes her drink and seats herself in the darkest corner she can find and merely observes the rest of the bar.

[Fayn]

The smokey sky, always gray and black hung over the now empty town. The few buildings that stood had no windows and some even half crumbled. The only thing that resembled life was a small wooden sitting area with a bar and tarp over the top. A bald old man sat behind the counter, cleaning a always dirty glass. Another man sat across from him, thin with deep sunken eyes. Both chatting among themselves. A radio resting on the table near by rang out over the empty space with Alexandria's message. The old man cocked his head an chuckled, "Peh..fools." The other man nodded stupidly. In the corner of there eyes they saw a shadow twitch.

Both looked over, "Did yer see that?" The skinny one said.

"Meh..prob just are minds playin' with us."

The two continued chatting, little did they know two crimson eyes looked out at them from that very shadow. Slowly Lucian walked out of the shadow, his long black hair flowing in the wind. His very pale face blank as he eyed the two. He wore all black. A cloak warped around his frame, his cloths looked like it could be from the renaissance. By the time the two men noticed him he was sitting at the end of the bar looking at nether of them. They could hear a bell ring as the wind blew by. They both blinked not sure what to say. Lucian let out a slow sigh and finally looked over at them. With out a word Lucian moved quicker then ether of them could even blink. He grabbed the skinny man and threw him into the larger one, leaping on them and ripping them to shreds, feasting. He stood up and wiped his mouth, eyes glowing. Then he looked over at the radio hearing the message. He tiled his head and lifted a eyebrow. He turned and walked away from the corpses the sound of a bell like a chime drifted off with the wind, his cloak flapping.

A week later in Denver Colorado

Lucian stood before the Bleeding Palm Inn. Why did he come? He did not know himself. He walked through the door, his ancient crimson eyes looking over the place. The Inn reeked of other Vampires. He made his way over to the restaurant area. His movements were smooth and perfect, almost as if he was floating. He sat down silently at a table, letting his eyes scan the area waiting patiently. Lucian was always patient. All he had was time.

[Rayne7]

Nykyrian walked along the sidewalk, his blue eyes moving ceaselessly back and forth as they searched the streets for a target. His mouth was dry and his throat ached with need, his thirst strong. It had been days since he'd drank, busy as he had been hunting another vampire across four states. The damned man had killed a child, and that had been his undoing.

Finally he found a man who was following a woman, his intentions unknown. Nyk pulled his hood up, a grim smile on his face as he followed the man, his hands in his pockets to seem less threatening. The man was so focused on his target that he didn't even bother looking around. As Nyk watched the man's hands shook with their own need, the thin fingers wiry and frail looking, the paleness of his skin an unhealthy sheen covered in sweat. They turned a corner on the block and the man began picking up the pace, pulling a switchblade from his pocket as he closed in on the woman. Then he reached for her....

And was knocked into the side alley with no more sound than the air being expunged from his lungs as Nykyrian grabbed the man and threw him into the alley like a ragdoll, the attack so smooth and quick that no one on the streets noticed. The man rolled and groaned as he attempted to stand, then yelped in shock as Nyk's steel toed combat boot struck him in the ribs, just hard enough to crack them. As the man looked up, he saw Nykyrian approach, the smile widening, no longer grim.

Picking the man up, he pinned the man to the wall by his throat, then bared his fangs, making the man whimper in fear before Nyk struck, sinking his fangs into the artery on the side of the man's neck. The man struggled, kicking feebly and tried to push Nyk away, his attempts weakening until he finally fell limp, then quit breathing altogether as Nykyrian finished and tossed him in a dumpster.

Licking the remnants of the blood from his lips, Nyk made his way back out onto the street, moving quickly away from the scene of the crime. Passing by an abandoned semi-truck, he heard the call.

“If you’re hearing this radio message good…I need some help down in Denver Colorado…Yeah I know it’s a hard trip from some of our kind but I promise it’ll be worth it. What your bloodline is doesn’t matter, nor what Clan you’re from…I don’t honestly care. I’m in the Bleeding Palm Inn…Join me if you want. I want to make this new age a good one…for all of us.”

Nykyrian stopped for a moment, then saw a parked 1968 Dodge Charger across the street. Moving to it, he tried the handle and found it locked. Without a pause he went back to the dumpster where he'd placed the body and dug through the trash, finding a clothes hanger. When he went back to the dumpster, he used it to get into the car, then dug through the compartments and even looked in the sunvisor, then paused. Getting out, he checked the gas cap and found the key. Shaking his head at not thinking of it sooner, he got back in and turned the ignition, hearing the engine rev to life. Putting it into drive, he drove away...

Two blocks from the Inn, he pulled over and got out. His black leather jacket was the soft kind that wasn't as flashy as much as it was comfortable, never making a sound as it moved. The black longsleeve shirt he wore beneath it bore no kind of design or script, his black jeans plain as well. Even his steel-toe combat boots and fingerless gloves were black. The only concession he made was to have a titanium watch that he wore on his left wrist.

His crossbow was hidden under his jacket at his back, requiring him to twist his arm around to grab the grip from his lower back where he'd swing it around to aim at anything in front of him. The daggers he bore put into a pair of sheaths that hung upside down from his shoulders, within easy reach for immediate use.

Zipping up his jacket, he took a breath, closing his eyes a moment. It wasn't fear that gripped him, nor anxiety. It was the anticipation of a trap, the kind that gave an added fluidity to movement, a ripple of delicious excitement of what was to come. If it wasn't a trap, he would be very disappointed indeed.

Locking the car, he moved with a quick, brisk-like stride that was as silent as it was graceful. The confidence gave him an almost arrogant demeanor, but the look in his eyes was predatory and ready as he entered the Inn. With no visible sign of an obvious trap aside from the presence of other vampires, he ordered a drink simply for appearance's sake then took his seat in a corner.

Hopefully this won't be a waste of time... he thought as he brought the drink to his lips, sipping to give the appearance of nonchalance as he waited.

[Setsa]

It was the rainy season in the Amazon.....not as many people, tourists, wished to venture deep enough to enter their territory as the flooding waters were so unpredictable. The creatures that lived in the waters were no better, but there were other things...others who called this place their home that were far worse than a human could imagine. A tribe who had a known village deep inside the rainforest with rumors of strange practices always attracted the curious, the adventurers, and the plain stupid idiots. If someone didn't come back...or returned to the cities dead with the signs of being ravaged by beasts. Well, it was the amazon and no one thought any more about it.

A large tour boat that was moving up the river during a clear day, heading to a small town on the other side of the Amazon loaded down with supplies and couples who thought this would be more fun that flying over sitting coach in a large jet plane. The only people with any signs of concern were the workers who eyed the trees with guns in their hands ready to fire at a moment's notice. Explaining to the travelers that it was only for wild animals and the guns were rarely used; well they were right in a sense at least....

Crouched low high in the trees was an animal in a female's body who had been along with others, watching them from a distance ever since they crossed into the vampire's borders. Having lived off of prey animals for weeks now as few people came, the sight of humans was so welcoming that no mistakes could be made this time. Drawing back her bow with a poisoned tipped arrow at the ready, the arrow head followed a healthy 30 something man as he was taking pictures of the birds and monkeys that kept hollaring out warnings. Slowly, silently Leani stood up to get a better shot...waiting for the bird like whistle patiently as the man's camera kept flashing with each shot with hopes to catch a glimpse of something hiding.

Focusing his camera on a group of trees where he kept hearing whistles but no birds to the naked eye the man put the camera up to his face while mumbling something about the captain of the boat being too paranoid for his own good. Lea smiled at the same whistles that she had been waiting for over an hour now, drawing back her bow just a little more she lined up the shot perfectly... The man didn't even have a chance to realize what he was about to take a picture of before...

'......zing.....!.....splash!'

The Gangrel's arrow went straight through the lens of the camera, pierces through the eye and embeded itself into the brain, moments later the splash heard was from the man falling foward into the water as other arrows were launched at the tourists but not the captain or his crew. They knew that long as they never looked back to see who collected the dead bodies...they would pass through the area unharmed. Soon as the boat was out of sight large predatory animals moved in and collected the floating dead to bring them up on the shoreline. Lea was quietly feasting on the fresh blood after filling up a waterskin with the red nourishing liquid for others who did not come when her ears listened intently at the radio that was still playing the same message...

"............What your bloodline is doesn’t matter, nor what Clan you’re from…I don’t honestly care. I’m in the Bleeding Palm Inn…Join me if you want. I want to make this new age a good one…for all of us.”

Hmmmm....their tribe was getting large enough it was harder to hunt for everyone without being noticed. Perhaps it was the right time to leave this place she called home for so long and join to build an entirely new clan...a mixed clan where she could pass on her wisdom. Yes...it would be done...


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Two weeks later....
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Leani had made it into Denver the night before, scoping out the area it was apparent that this wasn't going to be a walk in the park... "Perfect....a challenge to test my skills....the darkness of these building will provide good hunting grounds for me." It wasn't long after that she found the Bleeding Palm Inn that was far from shining in it's own glory. But it stood strong enough on it's own, wearing her soft leathers that she flew in with and a dark water proof hooded cloak which rested on her shoulders. The strong, and very agile, loin stirring gangrel walked silently into the Inn while her green eyes scanned to see a mix of humans and vampires sitting amongst eachother.

Only carrying two bags on her shoulders, one long and thin carrying her bow and arrows, the other her clothing and the few items she brought with. Lea asked for a room in a heavy mixed amazonian and spanish accent passing over the currency needed as she inhaled deeply to sort through the many vampire scents in the rooms. Suddenly her green eyes turned a sharp large cat yellow and back again as she caught the undeniable scent of another gangrel in the lounge that definetly had her attention. Turning her head she eyed the male gangrel cautiously with her hunter's eyes, seeing for now at least...there was no threat. No threat meant no reason to change with so many others nearby....yet....

[Sketch]

Broschu looks at the newcomer with some surprise, “A room? For one I presume…Yeah sure, just need your name and to hold out your hand for me.” The bartender takes down Harley’s name and then cuts her thumb with the pen and goes back over the name he had written, “Payment is in the morning, sit down if you want.”

After finishing with his first customer he moves on seeing that two others had entered the bar area he walks over to them and his eyes turn to hourglasses for a moment before speaking, “Not much Vitae left in stock if you’re looking for it, but we got some.” He takes an order from them both and then he fills a glass under the counter and hands it to them, “Pay before you leave.”

As he walks back to the window to take out a plate of food he hears the French accent, “That would be me, give me a moment please!” He passes the plate down the bar to someone at the very end and then turns back to the newest customer, “Name, and give you your hand for a moment for a room, I’ll have a drink for you in a moment if you wish.” He does the same thing as he does with Harley, and then puts a drink down at a seat, “Not much but it’s all we got….” He looks over to the paper, “Cruciatus? I think I got that right…One moment we’re rarely this busy,” he moves over to Larissa with the same procedure, “Sorry if we’re a bit slow today not used to this much business,” he hands her the glass and she moves off. Broschu sighs and takes another plate to its customer.

The door opens and shuts while Broschu is taking an order so he doesn’t see the Lasombra enter and sit down. Totally nonchalant he finishes with the current customer and moves over to the next one, the Lambrosa, “What about you, you need anything?” He takes an order and walks back behind the bar tagging the two slips for Alexandrea.

“Broschu we’re busy today aren’t we? Hey you got someone new to tend to” and Alex was correct as someone else enters the Inn. “Gosh we’ve never been THIS busy before wonder what’s…” Alex loses her train of thought as she cooks. But as she puts a plate out on the window things start to dawn on her about what is actually going on.

Broschu tends to the newest customer giving him the drink he ordered then he returns to the window, “Oi Alexandrea, I’m going to need more Vitae soon, we’re running low with all the newcomers!” Broschu never waited for an answer as someone else came to the bar asking for a room, “I need you name and your…” his eyes become hourglasses as he speaks and his attention is turned to a vampire he had recently served, He drops the pen and from under the bar he pulls a massive scythe and points it’s blade at the vampire in the corner, “Damn Lasombra Get out of my Inn You’re Clan’s not wel-“

“Broschu STOP!” Alexandrea roars over the bartender as she literally jumps through the small window, still in her cooking attire, by this point she has figured out what everyone’s doing in the Inn today, “He’s not with the Prince, otherwise he wouldn't be in the city!” she floors him by pulling down on his shoulder…hard, the scythe falls to the floor and the normal customers clear out quickly.

Panting Alexandrea looks at the remaining Vampires, “You’re all here about my radio message aren’t you…Seems I attracted a diverse crowd,” she looks down at Broschu, “I Apologize for my brother’s actions, he only means ill to the Prince, not the Lasmobra Clan. All of you are welcome here as long as you’re here of choice and free will.”