|
|
Post by The Saint on Jun 14, 2010 22:10:40 GMT -5
Levi faceplanted into the pavement. "Ow.. you'd think a sheriff wouldn't break the Masquerade." The Malkavian then stood up and dusted his outfit off. He regained his composure and pushed his hair back once more. "Hey look... Just the guy I wanted to see." Levi said to the Sheriff. He ignored the rest of them. The wounds on his face at this point were so severe that his facial features were unable to be determined. Levi would hold his hands up in the air.
"Names James Crossland. Malkavian and loyal subject of Julian and the Camarilla. I was on my way to the Prince to turn in this Sabbat lowlife." Levi said rather convincingly. Levi wasn't an idiot. Levi would do anything to save his own skin and had little respect for his own leaders and authorities. He then placed his face in his hands, letting his face heal he changed up his facial features rather quickly so he could not have been recognized from the docks.
He then looked at his bike and groaned. He only had two more of those left. "And I expect compensation for my bike. That thing was a collectors item." He pouted a little as he removed his hands from his now healed up face. "I mean I try to do you guys a favor and you blow up my baby." He started to rant like a child whose favorite toy you just broke. He then regained composure and looked to the rooftops behind the Sheriff. His Ghost friends were standing there in a row. They all had their hands out like Julius Ceasar about to give Levi's performance a rating.
|
|
|
|
Post by Serpentis on Jun 14, 2010 22:26:15 GMT -5
The Sheriff looked calm as he was entangled in tendrils of darkness. He looked at the Sabbat guy, his eyes traveling to the Malkavian pleading for things that weren't in the Sheriffs domain to grant, and quite frankly he didn't care. What mattered was that he pledged his allegiance to the Prince.
He nodded at James and said "You may go, speak to the Prince about your property" in an almost mechanical voice.
He tore at the shadow tendrils, using his immense strength to walk forward and literally grapple the tendrils off. He stared at the uzi held at him.
"Do you think you can harm me?" he asked softly, flatly, like a brick wall.
He reached out to punch the Sabbat Irishman but vanished in a flash, appearing in front of the "Lasombra" launching a quick flurry of blows at her, deeming her the biggest threat.
"Under Section 198, subsection b of the Camarilla by laws: All Lasombra are to be terminated on sight unless the Prince says so. I hereby execute you"
|
|
Kiala
Full Member
The Cookie holder
Stay out of Trouble....weres the fun in that??
Posts: 170
|
Post by Kiala on Jun 14, 2010 23:05:32 GMT -5
Ziva ducked under the blow as the Monk attacked her. He probably hadn’t expected a mere Lasombra to move so fast. Striking at his knee with one tentacle, while at his face with another. She knew she was no match for him in hand to hand combat. But her speed matched his and her melee was superior. She smacked aside each of his blows with ease as he did hers.
Ziva flipped away and hurled daggers at the speed of her own celerity. Blades forged from the very shadows. The shadow's around her mask parted revealing her mouth as she spat a corrosive acidic vatai at the monks eye’s. Blurring again she comes at him, twin scimitars forged in shadow in her hands as she whirls them around her slight frame. Her speed is astounding. It was obvious by this point that the Monk wasn’t dealing with a mere Lasombra.
Spikes of shadow shoot up from beneath the Monk and stab at his feet. Four more scimitars appear from the end of her tendrils of shadow and strike at him. She is a veritable whirlwind of death.
|
|
Raylexing
New Member
Roll your dice, move your mice
Posts: 31
|
Post by Raylexing on Jun 14, 2010 23:25:42 GMT -5
Amar witnessed the flurry of blows that the shadowy mass unleashed on the monk, and used this show of speed and power as a distraction. He covered himself with his Obfuscate ability, making himself an unseen presence as others were much more likely watch the fight in the center anyway. He ran over to the one whining about his bike, moving close enough to him so that he would be in his bubble of silence, ensuring that he wouldn't have to listen to him complain while a much more important fight was in the midst.
From there, he carefully lined up a shot with his handgun from behind the other kindred, able to hit either the monk or the shadowy mass at a moment's notice. He was ready to move lightning fast, preparing his fingers to fire 3 inhumanly quick bursts in succession at either target, or the vampire in front of him should he be able to see through his obfuscation.
|
|
kozeph
Junior Member
if you ever see my brain lemme know
Posts: 77
|
Post by kozeph on Jun 14, 2010 23:41:50 GMT -5
As the monk charged the Salubri, he fire with his Uzi a burst of bullets aiming for his legs and torso, none hit since the Sheriff vanished into thin air, a quick scan with his superhuman senses made him find the monk fighting the Lasombra, a violent brawl it was. The Salubri looked at the battle and was about to charge to assist his new ally but then he remembered the malkavian a treacherous worm he was about to aim at the creature when his senses picked up the movement of the Assamite, he was moving and he was behind the sabbat priest.
Braynt looked at the hidden Assamite while aiming at Levi with his Uzi. ''Drop your shroud it will not help you in this battlefield'' he said while eying occasionally the brawl between the Lasombra and the Camarilla Sheriff and the hidden Assamite. He fired at Levi at this point, just one shot near his feet and gave him a hateful look..
|
|
|
|
Post by zamara on Jun 15, 2010 0:26:17 GMT -5
Annike's Lamborghini slid to a stop. She knew following the Sheriff would lead to something interesting, and here it was. A firefight between the Sabbat and the Camarilla. With some independents looking to stick it to the Sheriff as well. Looked like fun.
She jumped out of her car, throwing a black trenchcoat over her bulletproof vest. She strapped her saber to her belt and crouched by her car. Her master wouldn't want her acting without thinking.
Cloaking herself with obfuscate, she pulled out a pair of night-vision binoculars and zeroed in on the fighting. Hmmm. The Prince's lackey was fighting all of them then. And holding his own.
Holding his own a little too well for comfort.
Annike's mind twitched and she added some tendrils of obtenebration to the Sheriff's obstacles. Serpentis didn't really like the Camarilla, and she had no reason to disagree.
Her mind slid into a different focus as she embraced the subtle discipline of the serpent. She could feel the beginnings of venom in her system. If she got close enough to touch the Sheriff, he would feel it too.
Using the shadows to shield her from notice, she crept up on the Sheriff from his blind spot, behind and slightly to the left of his peripheral vision. Using the superhuman strength that was common to ghouls, she moved to grab his arm and bite it. Doing so would poison the Sheriff, not to mention give her a nice shot of vitae.
|
|
|
|
Post by Iota on Jun 15, 2010 5:59:34 GMT -5
Shi was somewhat amused, he found himself pitted against a few kindred who barely when combined together even matched his skill and grace in battle, they really hadn't thought this through. One vampire using a gun, the bulets which would just merely bounce off of Shi's skin due to his adamantine like skin due to his extremely high level of fortitude, which would render the bullets useless as they dealt no damage to him, he would barely even notice the bullets, this would also mean that whilst he had this discipline in use anyone trying to bite him would find that their teeth would break almost instantly. Which would not bode well at all for the Ghoul of the Setite who would undoubtedly effectively remain toothless until she fed from her master.
Shi used his disciplines to full effect, he was far older, wiser and far more disciplined than the kindred before him. Ziva, the Assamite, used her shadow magic to utilise the shadows to form weaponry, which was fairly redundant in this case as he would just use his forearms to parry off the attacks, he was ready for anything she threw at him as he always practised being several moves ahead of the game to judge the attacker's next move, it was one of the feats that made him almost unbeatable in a hand to hand or melee fight. Ziva spat corrosive acid directed at his face, he countered this by instantly turning into a mist of clouds long enough for the acid to pass through the mist missing him, the acid pass through and would hit anyone directly behind him. Who happened to be Annike, the Ghoul.
Shi used his right arm to deflect attacks and his right leg to dflect any of the low attacks that came his way, he kept his left arm behind his back as he fought Ziva, it really wasn't difficult as she wasn't the first assamite he fought and she definantely wasn't the strongest he had fought either. Still, Ziva came at him with fast speed, which he could match. She dealt strike after strike which seemingly would easily be deflected in return. He was the Prince's Sheriff for a reason and one of the reasons New York City was Sabbat free for decades. It would take far more than an unorganised rabble of unaligned kindred to harm this monster of the night.
The security on guard could on stand by and watch, thankfully they were ghouls themselves, so none of the actions the kindred had shown would break the masquerade. Still, they didn't hang around long enough to be influenced by anyone and the docks themselves were empty of human traffic. Which meant that Shi could deal out the one move that would potentially kill the misfits surrounding him.
As he would turn from mist to human form he took it upon himself using celerity to do a multitude of backflips and cartwheels to quickly evade the combat. About 50 feet away he ground to a halt, his right palm pressing against the floor, his left foot on the floor and his right behind him, in a kneeling fashion, he looked up to the kindred before closing his eyes and activating his mythic creature ability. An extremely rare ability that probably none of the illinformed assemblage of the undead and slaves to the undead alike. This was the time for the Kindred to escape or they would find themselves staring at certain death for no mere shadow weaponry, bullets or speed could compete with this almost unthinkable and unseen discipline. Shi had transformed into a huge Dragon like entity. His skin was the darkest of mixtures of blue and black, his wings spanned 30 metres and when he stood up straight, he stood almost as tall as the transatlantic ships in dock. His skin was scaled, his teeth as long as the kindred far below him and his claws, as long and if not infact taller than the kindred. The group stood no chance in hell, if they had any intelligence or a sense of self-preservation, they would leave.... fast.
(OOC note: Shi didn't figure out that Ziva was the opponent, any mention of her is purely for story teller purposes and not for IC use.)
|
|
|
|
Post by The Saint on Jun 15, 2010 9:36:48 GMT -5
Levi watched the chaos around him, but it all paled in comparison to how spectacular an actor he was. The Sheriff believed him. No questions asked, just a 'go away now'. He was to be plain amazed. He looked at the spectres sitting atop the building holding their Julius Ceasar pose. They then all at once gave him a thumbs up. "They love me! They really love me!" He shouted in the middle of the battlefield. He then walked toward the Salubri, ignoring the minor gunshot wound in the foot.
"I'd like to thank all the people who made this happen. Bryant for being a patsy and scapegoat. Couldn't have done it without you, buddy." He said to the Salubri. Levi was mad but he was lost in it at this point. He was giving an acceptance speech in the middle of a battle for his incredible lie.
"And of course the Sheriff for being dumb as dirt as to believe my incredible act. Thank's Big guy." He said walking toward the Sheriff. He then looked to the others around. "And of course all the other players acting as a distraction while I jet out of here because I think I just blew my cover..." Levi had just realized his error in the middle of his sentence. He then darted into a back alley and searched for another motorcycle to jack before getting the hell out of there.
|
|
kozeph
Junior Member
if you ever see my brain lemme know
Posts: 77
|
Post by kozeph on Jun 15, 2010 12:52:06 GMT -5
He was outmatch for this battle there was nothing he could do to help the Lasombra, at this point the malkavian started to talk in the bauble of silence and ignored the shoot. The battle was turning for the worst and then the sheriff began shape shifting into a huge creature.
It turned into a dragon, no way he could do anything to it. The Sabbat priest cloaked himself with his power and fled the scene taking to a small alley way and into the shadows.
(bryant out)
|
|
|
|
Post by Serpentis on Jun 15, 2010 13:00:29 GMT -5
Serpentis teleported into the fray in his tenebrous form. He enjoyed this form, as it left him vulnerable only to magic. His Sabbat contact had asked for help in exchange for an "unspecified favor," so here he was. He loved a good deal.
He entered just in time to see his wayward ghoul narrowly miss biting the Sheriff. Silly woman, she should know he was a master of fortitude and thus impervious to such things. He grabbed her before she could get hit in the face with the Assamite's attack.
He watched as the Sheriff transformed into a dragon. A dragon, how quaint.
He stretched his tenebrous form, tapping into the rarely seen power of a master of obtenebration. This was the reason obtenebration was seen as weak--those who saw its strength rarely survived to tell the tale.
He wrapped the dragon in shadows, leaving a black orb where the dragon once stood. He smirked. It was nice to have a little skirmish, to stretch his legs a bit after sleeping for so long. He would have enjoyed a more challenging opponent, but this would have to do.
"I have this," he called to the others. "Run along now."
He turned back to the Sheriff. Yes, he was right to have intervened. Things would get boring without the Sabbat to stir things up.
OOC: Time to make exiting posts -- I think Iota wants this thread wrapped up.
|
|
|
|
Post by Iota on Jun 15, 2010 13:10:35 GMT -5
{as GM, i am enforcing that the Abyssal prison act of the orb is not possible with serpentis's level.. so, please re-write the post.. you can deter the Sheriff.. but you cannot trap him at Serpentis's level and it is also god modding  } |
|
|
|
Post by Serpentis on Jun 15, 2010 13:18:37 GMT -5
(OOC: It isn't the abyssal prison, it's simply covering the Sheriff with the tenebrous form. Still legal. I edited the post and took out the "imprisoned" wording to avoid confusion.)
|
|
|
|
Post by Iota on Jun 15, 2010 13:32:01 GMT -5
Shi quickly found himself shrouded in shadow, yet more shadow magic. Still, it was only shadows covering him. A soft but deep laugh emerged from the Sheriff before some what seemingly 'exploding' into dozens of ravens that scattered through the shadow surrounding him. Ravens, a some what endless supply flew in every direction out of the setite's shadow magic trickery.
The ravens felw up high, dodging and darting any form of light until a mass swirl of them came together at the entrance to the docks.. all sky diving down into one position, the ravens looking like they were implodng and colliding with one another as they came back down to earth. The form of the Shaolin Monk came out from the darkness of ravens as they eventually died down. He simply gave a slight bow to the old kindred before him.
"It will take more than that.. but i applaud your effort.. it is time for you and your ghoul to leave this place.." The monk respected life, despite being technically dead himself. The setite had done nothing wrong to incur his wrath, he was just protecting his ghoul. Which he respected, so he simply gave a nod before turning into a mist like substance and floating away with the mist and fog that was present in the air that night.
|
|
Raylexing
New Member
Roll your dice, move your mice
Posts: 31
|
Post by Raylexing on Jun 15, 2010 18:10:21 GMT -5
Amar saw all the attacks that were unleashed by everyone, and was disappointed to see the dragon monk disappear. He would have loved to add slaying a dragon to his resumé. When the monk left, he holstered his gun. He had no reason to attack anyone else at this meeting, unless someone payed him to do so, but he really wasn't in the mood for being on the front lines of a brawl with so many powerful kindred.
Still obfuscated and silenced, he darted around the malkavian and slid down the ditch on the other side. He didn't want others to find the girl that was still in the car, as he would rather have her be kept alive; she still had her uses. So if someone followed him, he was going to lead them away from her. He ducked down, laying on his belly in the tall untrimmed grass, waiting for the others to leave. As soon as he felt the coast was clear, he'd get back to the car and be on his way.
(Amar exit)
|
|
|
|
Post by The Saint on Jun 18, 2010 11:48:46 GMT -5
Levi found a motorcycle in an alleyway. He would quickly hop on and hastily hotwire the motorcycle. He then revved it a few times and didn't think twice about the battle going on behind him. The spectres around him gave him a thumbs up and so he pressed his foot to the peddle of his new requisitioned vehicle and sped out of there with haste. He made his way fast to Albany to lay low for a few days.
(Levi out)
|
|
}