April 14 2017

Oh shit! Fuck, Fuck Fuck, Attica thinks as he reads the screen. How did that happen? I made sure to cover my tracks. Wait... You're impressed? You want to help me? Woah, I wonder if this is like that story of the guy who hacked Microsoft. I heard they offered him a six figure salary or something?
'You need our help.' Actually, I might. If they have some kind of legal representation, I might need help to keep out of prison. Maybe they are offering me some kind of legal protection. Still, why not invite me to the company office? It's a little strange. But this might be my ticket to easy street...

I grab my fake brown leather jacket and head out the door. I tell my mom that I'll be back later and then I head to the position on the map.

My eyes shift to the door that leads to the Vault. Hmm? It's not locked? Old Pratt always locks it behind him whenever he enters or leaves that room... He might have forgotten. Old people tend to forget things...

As I finish placing the books that I was carrying in my hands, I turn to the door that is ajar, which feels as if it's beckoning me to come closer. Fine, just a peek. It's not like I'm going to step into his dusty old hideout. Now, what does he keep in here?... I thought as I carefully walk over to the door, taking quick glances around me to make sure that the old man is not nearby.

-place: Sterling Tower, about 6 AM Sabhaal-

The touch to the metal is uncomfortable, but not painful. Your eyes lock on his and you can see the Devil inside looking back. "I did not fail to answer the question, I just choose not to. It is not as if you need to know anything about me or my agenda." He says and stands slowly. "Feel free to remove it, if you desire, it was to protect my followers."

He stepped away from her. "You think yourself more important than you are, if you think I have some purpose for you. I do not, but what I do desire is you maintain civility and obscurity here. Humans hunt our kind and not just to send back to the Abyss, oh you will be lucky if that is all they do to you." He took a slow draw from his cup, the firm gaze meeting hers again.

"Take it off, and I can have my people escore you out of the building, you will be free to go, just know you will be watched."

-place: Persophone’s, about 3am, Shanna-

"What do you need to know?" Gale repeated and looked over at Jon.

Jon shrugged. "You are with friends." He told her from where he sat at the table. "Not everyone is as friendly"

Gale gave a cute little huff. "We are mostly the same as other people, I am just glad you are who you are." She gave a nod. "We should likely get your normal friend home, being here for a long time for normal humans can be… not good."

Jon stood and picked up his hat. "I need to go at any rate, the sun is due and so bed is calling."

"Thanks Doc." Gale said and nodded. "So, Shanna, since we are kin, how can I help you?"

-place:Home, about 8 AM, Wiki-

The female cop looked at her partner. "Normal door?" She repeated.

"I am Detective Pierce, and this Detective Lynn." The male said showing her the badge. "We are just following up on a lead. Were you walking home last night, about 2 or 3 am?" He took out a notepad.

Detective Lynn smiled. "Mind if we step inside, might be easier to answer the questions."

-place: Home, about 5 am, Attica-

There are still hours to go until the meeting, but going to the place he sees it is in the rougher side of town. It was not a place he was used to going, different people. This time of the morning the city had just woken up and people were doing the morning routine. Attica was still dozy from the night before, as they did not tend to get much sleep.

The address is a small Pho restaurant, it is closed at this time in the morning. Did he want to get some rest before the meeting that night?

-place: Home, about 10 am, Alan-



-place: Prattle On Books, about 9 am, Beth-

As she stepped to the door, it creaked open. Inside were five tall book shelves in a room with five walls and the door. In the center of the room was a table with six chairs and places to set books to read. The room was lit by some light she could not quite tell where it was coming from.

One book was on the table, closed. Across from that on the shelf was a silver looking sword. A set of wands was in a cabinet in the shelf closest to her. Finally, the shelf opposite the book had a open case with what looked like bottles inside it.

The place felt real, more real than the rest of everything outside the room. It was as if she had been dreaming and as she stepped in here, she was starting to wake up.

After casing out the meeting place, Attica feels a little relieved that his meeting place is somewhere public.

He returns home, crashes and sleeps til about 3pm.

Then he wanders down the stairs and grabs a quick bite to eat. He bites his fingernails as he nervously waits down the clock before his scheduled meeting time.

He has dinner with his family, which is a little odd for the anti-socialite. Then heads to the Thai restaurant.

-place: Sterling Tower, around noon Sabhaal-As she walks around the town she can feel the power of the place. She follows some of the roads, feeling a current of power flowing through the place. Soon she is standing before a build, it is old with a facade adorned almost like a cathedral.

The Herald Building might looks like just some other building to those passing, another place to do work. The entrance looked like the gatehouse of a castle with the name embossed in stone above the doorway. Inside she could sense it, it felt like the barriers between worlds was thin there.-place: Persophone’s, about 3am, Shanna-

Jon had left, laving Gale to try and sort out the new fae. "You are a fairy, a fair folk as some may call us. You are… you are you, just remember that. If you let yourself slip into these ideas of what you are and are not, you will go down a dark path, trust me on this." She sighs. "You are also of a cast in our kind that is a slave, so, whoever they were that made you, they may come calling on you again. If that happens, you need to let me know."

She reached over and gave Shanna’s arm a pat. "As for everything else, I cannot say, deception is a key trait of our kind. What you experienced could have been real, or not, it is hard for me to say without meeting the pair that took you." She looked over at Caitlin again. "You should likely go, I will give you my contact information, you can just get a hold of me." She wrote three numbers down on a piece of paper. "Put that in your phone and say my name and it will call me."

"Your human friend should not sleep here, she may get lost if she does." She warns. "So, head on home, and we will talk later, yes?"

-place:Home, about 10 AM, Wiki--place: Pho-tastic Noodle Shope, about 8pm, Attica-

The Pho shop is small, with a mostly asian clientele. The place is pretty busy with most people ordering at the counter and sitting in the small shop at the plastic and metal tables. He was just barely sitting down when three bikes rolled up.

They were motorcycles that stood out because of the artwork down on them. They looked like something more out of a movie then one would see on the streets in in Bellingham. The bullet style bikes were painted like something you would see in a gothic church, knights and maidens on the gas tanks in a sort of classic style. The fittings and other details on the bikes made them look more steampunk then mechanical.

The three riders stood, a woman, long black straight hair, Asian, and the two men were taller, looked thicker. She was lithe and moved with a fluid grace that seemed to catch the eye. Her eyes settled on Attica as soon as she got off the Crotch Rocket.

The two men with her, both wore top knots and shaved heads, went to the counter to order noodles. She walked to him. "I guess I lose a bet, you did show up." She says and sits across from him at the table. Her green eyes fixing on him. "You ready to take a ride?"

-place: Home, about 10 am, Alan--place: Prattle On Books, about 9 am, Beth--place:Scrap and Save, about 8pm, Nik-

The Prince of the City was a Toreador, her clan, though what art he could do no Toreador knew. He did not make any art, he did not sing, dance, the most anyone could say he did was show up to events. This is why he was Prince, he was of a clan but of no clan, so when he made a choice people questioned they knew he did so as Prince and not as Toreador.

Tonight he was waiting at her shop when she arrived. Jon, relaxed against the door of her workshop, dressed in his Victorian era clothing, something like a Cowboy but nicer. His blue eyes hit her and his angular features offered her a smile when she walked up.

"I am going to need to ask a favor of you, one you will not like." He said slowly and stood from his relaxed leaning against her door. "You ready to listen?"

Inwardly, Attica freaks out when he sees the bikers pull up.
This is definitely not what he was expecting. But when the graceful girl dismounts he lets out a small sigh of relief.

He tries to maintain his composure and act tough.
Sure. Where we going?

"If you know I won't like it, why bother asking?" I scowl at him and pull my motorcycle up on its stand. I take a moment to stroke the black cowling, tracing the black horse barely visible there. I turn back, hoping he might have gone away. No. No such luck. "What do you want?"

Taking in all the mysterious items in the room, I strangely feel like I'm in a trance. The sword, the wands... They are like from the fairy tales I read when I was back in the orphanage. For some reason, inside me, the room feels more like reality, and that the years previously in my life was some kind of hazy dream. A bad dream of nasty experiences and confusions.

As if I'm hypnotised, I stepped in, wandering towards the centre. I make my way towards the table with the 6 chairs, and flipped open the book that is on it. My eyes gaze over the words and pictures that are on each passing page...

-place: Herald Building, around noon Sabhaal-
She was not able to find anyone who looked able to fleece for the clothing, not in the middle of the day. But she was able to find an old long coat, to cover up in, it was dirty and smelled of something, she could not put her finger on it. Something like fish, or rotten meat, it eluded her.
As she looked at the building she started to make out the markings. The building was warded, mages, they had marked the building to keep non-humans out.
-place: Home, about 11am, Shanna-

In the mirror this morning she was normal. At least she looked normal to herself now. If she focused, she could see it though.

The morning routine seemed benal now, getting the coffee, getting her breakfast, it all seemed so mundane, ordinary.

-place:Home, about 10 AM, Wiki-
"This will only take a moment." Detective Lynn said.
Detective Pierce nodded. "So you know it happened near where you were. We are just following up, you did not see anything did you. Hear anything." He took out a card from his coat and offered it to her. (Make Alertness + Perception check)
Detective Lynn was looking past her to the apartment. "Anything at all would be of a great help." She added to what her partner was saying
-place: Underground, about 8pm, Attica-

"Underground, honey." She said and offered him a helmet.

The bike was fast, and she rode as if she could not be killed. SPlitting lanes and even riding up and over sidewalks. The high pitch of the engine echoed against the city buildings as the thrio rocketed down the dark streets.

They came to a stop in a dark alleyway, music pumped into the air from the club. A set of stairs descended to the old speakeasy club that had a sign in neon over it, ‘Underground’.

"I am Li. Come on, I own the place." She took his hand and started to pull him along. "People want to meet you."

Down inside it is crowded, the people all moving with the music.

-place: Home, about 10 am, Alan--place: Prattle On Books, about 9 am, Beth-
When she enters the room she feels as if she is surrounded by a thick miasma, and air about the room feels charged and gives her goose pimples. Getting closer to the table she can see the book, gold lettering in latin on the front, it is bound it a soft leather.
She opens the book and at first the pages are blank then slowly words start to rise to the surface.
"The pure has been damned, the Host is Fallen, seek the Sword of Alexander, Seek the lance of the Doctor. Our very souls are at risk. Paradise will consume us all"
The words appeared, filling in the book, she could feel energy in the room flowing through her and to the pages as if she were feeding it.
The door suddenly latched and Pratt was in the room with her. "I had a feeling about you."
-place:Scrap and Save, about 8pm, Nik-

He did not leave, but followed her, admiring the work. "Well, I would hope you would do this because of the great love and admiration you have for Prince and Principals." He said slowly. "But the fact is, I am giving the sireing rights to Li, not to Gregory."

She knew those names, Li was the head of the Brujah, a woman who was sired by an anach and fought her way to the head of the clan. Her child had died just weeks ago, and no one had spoken about it, why it happened or even how. So the Brujah clan was down to just her in Bellingham, her and her mortal gang.

Gregory was the leading Ventrue, the Primogen and a product of the 1980’s. He was hard and just as much a shark as any, though his short and pudgy exterior may say otherwise. He looks more marshmallow then man.

He was also always hounding Nik to make him something. He was a bit of a puppy when the whole of the Cam got together, following her, trying to show her pictures of art he had done.

"I am going to want you to make Gregory something. He will know he is getting passed over for this right, I want him to feel he is getting something for this."

I turned around in surprise. I-I... I didn't mean to..." My head is racing for an excuse. Then, I paused and considered my employer's words. " What do you mean by "you have a feeling about me"? And what is this place? It feels so much more... alive than the outside..."

Attica tries to keep it together as Li drives like a demon through the streets, but she notices he clutches her tighter and tighter as they race towards the club.

When he dismounts, his legs feel like jelly and he is shaking as he allows himself to be dragged into the club.