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Quoted By: >>5344066
"And today as our guest, we have Mayor Francis Johnson!"
"Hello citizens of Denberry. It's a pleasure to be able to speak to all of you today."
"Mayor Johnson, everyone's minds are on the same topic: The recent war between terrorists and the police in District 10."
The radio buzzes in and out, you take your hand off the wheel to press back and forward on the channel finder and it nails the frequency again.
"-hard times. As we know, Denberry's crime rate had almost tripled in the past decade and we were finally able to find the crime ring responsible-"
The radio buzzes out again. You let out an exhasperated sigh and shut it off. The one companion you'd have for tonight has decided to shut itself off. Two more hours to go.
You're tapping the car wheel when you receive a call which lights up in your car's integrated tablet or whatever they call this thing. You read 'Ducoeur', your Sire. You tap the green phone to accept the call.
"Ellis here." You say.
"Hey Ellis, it's Ducoeur. How's the trip going?"
"Pretty alright, I'll be in Denberry two hours from now."
"Good. I got confirmation from Burov, he'll be at the meeting point."
You had no ill will against the Brujahs, but it did irritate you ever so slightly that the first person you'd meet up there was one of those thugs. "Good to know." You respond.
"Well then, we'll speak later." Ducoeur says.
"Yup, speak later." You respond, the call ends.
Uneventful hours of driving pass by and you finally see your destination. Denberry, one of the bigger inland cities of this country. Once controlled by the Sabbat, now a power vacuum drawing in all kinds of malcontents to try their luck. You still think of how cozy you were back at Bordeaux, just another Eiren doing small time jobs and enjoying the fine bloodbags of your Grandsire. Now, it was time to 'prove yourself'. The moment would eventually come, you knew it, and here it was, though you were hoping it wouldn't have been as high risk as this.
You are a Ventrue. A vampire clan focused on leading others through innate charisma and, if it comes down to it, through fear and sheer willpower.
>Gained [Dominate]
>Gained [Presence]
>Gained [Fortitude]
As you near the city of Fontaine, you think of your Sire's tutoring. It was all well and good during training and the safe situations you were exposed to and you must say that it did help you take in a broad series of skills, but you knew Denberry would be the place where you'd truly show what you were about. How you'd deal with things when you were on your own. It would shape you as a Kindred.
You're entering the area where the rendezvous point with Vurov is located when you get a direct call from the Brujah. You accept it.
"Mister Clarke?" He asks loudly, you discern a Russian accent, though he hides it almost perfectly.
"That's me." You respond. Yup, Ellis Clarke from the bowels of Liverpool, now turned into a vampire, you keep the sudden thought to yourself. "Is something going on?"
"Hello citizens of Denberry. It's a pleasure to be able to speak to all of you today."
"Mayor Johnson, everyone's minds are on the same topic: The recent war between terrorists and the police in District 10."
The radio buzzes in and out, you take your hand off the wheel to press back and forward on the channel finder and it nails the frequency again.
"-hard times. As we know, Denberry's crime rate had almost tripled in the past decade and we were finally able to find the crime ring responsible-"
The radio buzzes out again. You let out an exhasperated sigh and shut it off. The one companion you'd have for tonight has decided to shut itself off. Two more hours to go.
You're tapping the car wheel when you receive a call which lights up in your car's integrated tablet or whatever they call this thing. You read 'Ducoeur', your Sire. You tap the green phone to accept the call.
"Ellis here." You say.
"Hey Ellis, it's Ducoeur. How's the trip going?"
"Pretty alright, I'll be in Denberry two hours from now."
"Good. I got confirmation from Burov, he'll be at the meeting point."
You had no ill will against the Brujahs, but it did irritate you ever so slightly that the first person you'd meet up there was one of those thugs. "Good to know." You respond.
"Well then, we'll speak later." Ducoeur says.
"Yup, speak later." You respond, the call ends.
Uneventful hours of driving pass by and you finally see your destination. Denberry, one of the bigger inland cities of this country. Once controlled by the Sabbat, now a power vacuum drawing in all kinds of malcontents to try their luck. You still think of how cozy you were back at Bordeaux, just another Eiren doing small time jobs and enjoying the fine bloodbags of your Grandsire. Now, it was time to 'prove yourself'. The moment would eventually come, you knew it, and here it was, though you were hoping it wouldn't have been as high risk as this.
You are a Ventrue. A vampire clan focused on leading others through innate charisma and, if it comes down to it, through fear and sheer willpower.
>Gained [Dominate]
>Gained [Presence]
>Gained [Fortitude]
As you near the city of Fontaine, you think of your Sire's tutoring. It was all well and good during training and the safe situations you were exposed to and you must say that it did help you take in a broad series of skills, but you knew Denberry would be the place where you'd truly show what you were about. How you'd deal with things when you were on your own. It would shape you as a Kindred.
You're entering the area where the rendezvous point with Vurov is located when you get a direct call from the Brujah. You accept it.
"Mister Clarke?" He asks loudly, you discern a Russian accent, though he hides it almost perfectly.
"That's me." You respond. Yup, Ellis Clarke from the bowels of Liverpool, now turned into a vampire, you keep the sudden thought to yourself. "Is something going on?"
