Dec 12, 2017 9:14 pm
It's been a while since one of the Vampires died. They have a nasty habit of staying around for a while, even without blood on a daily basis. But Antonio de Sousa's nights of cheating the grave have come to an end; by all accounts of people close to him, his partionally carbonised corpse was found sitting in his extensive, secluded garden, apparently just waiting for the dawn to take him. A note was found, forensics and psychometry were performed, and all signs have indeed pointed to nothing aside from an old man who wanted to end it on his own terms.
And de Sousa was old. He was old when he emigrated from Lisbon back when Portugal had it's own empire, finding his way north to the newly formed United States after Brazil gained independence. A truly ancient member of his kind, he was deeply connected to all of San Francisco's elite movers and shakers in some fashion. Even though he stayed out of most city matters since the end of the Cold War, his opinion was respected, his council welcome, and apparently had no real enemies.
With no body to bury and the last thirty years of his life a quiet affair, his memorial service was a quiet affair; his three brides, the Coalition members, some close friends, and one or two of the more respectable vampires, held at midnight on a cloudy December at his mansion in Forest Hill. It appears there are details of his will to be disclosed.
The core four of the Coalition are currently having a heated discussion with Thomas Cedar, de Souza's lawyer and now the executor of his estate inside the conservatory on the matter. Before he was dragged into the shouting match, Cedar made it clear that he wishes to talk to the five of you together at some point, to go over some important matters with you, but obviously he's busy for now. And so you and the other guests, mourners and hangers on find yourselves making small talk in the garden of the late de Souza's estate; around the same swimming pool his ashes were found. The canapes are delicious and the wine is actually wine despite the stereotypes.
And de Sousa was old. He was old when he emigrated from Lisbon back when Portugal had it's own empire, finding his way north to the newly formed United States after Brazil gained independence. A truly ancient member of his kind, he was deeply connected to all of San Francisco's elite movers and shakers in some fashion. Even though he stayed out of most city matters since the end of the Cold War, his opinion was respected, his council welcome, and apparently had no real enemies.
With no body to bury and the last thirty years of his life a quiet affair, his memorial service was a quiet affair; his three brides, the Coalition members, some close friends, and one or two of the more respectable vampires, held at midnight on a cloudy December at his mansion in Forest Hill. It appears there are details of his will to be disclosed.
The core four of the Coalition are currently having a heated discussion with Thomas Cedar, de Souza's lawyer and now the executor of his estate inside the conservatory on the matter. Before he was dragged into the shouting match, Cedar made it clear that he wishes to talk to the five of you together at some point, to go over some important matters with you, but obviously he's busy for now. And so you and the other guests, mourners and hangers on find yourselves making small talk in the garden of the late de Souza's estate; around the same swimming pool his ashes were found. The canapes are delicious and the wine is actually wine despite the stereotypes.
OOC:
As a member of the Coalition who sealed Balberith away, Frank was definitely extended an invitation. de Souza wanted all of you here for some reason, so has either directly invited you or someone he knew you would be likely to chaperone to the service (an NPC of your choice). If you want to have a reason for knowing de Souza, feel free to describe it. Otherwise, time for some schmoozing, talking and trying to find out just what's been going on.
