There Shall Be Blood, (Not an open thread, unless you wish death upon yourself) Options

[Hugo Ramsden]

Silence...

It was something that Hugo came to appreciate, although the screams of countless pathetic worms was something that he also couldn't resist. There was just something about the fear, the power that he held over something that was so helpless, that almost made him droll of pleasure. Oh how sweet the smell of death was, lingering in the air above ground in the lost city of Los Angeles.

And so here sat Hugo, all alone in his hidden haven deep within the abandoned subway tunnels of LA. If one were to find it, they would meet Hugo personally, a meeting that would not end well for the guest. He spent his nights planning, going over document after document, learned all he could of the Kindred above him. He was on a mission, something he could not talk about to anyone besides his brother Assamite, who was currently absent from the haven, lurking above ground with the rest of the Kindred pigs. How he could stand to converse with those idiots was beyond Hugo's understanding. They only deserved that which he could deliver, the beautiful pleasure of final death.

The room he sat in was dark, the only light sources came from the multiple computer monitors before him. Two showed the dull reruns of the security cameras set up throughout the nearby subway tunnels, while the rest contained running programs of unknown outcomes. Through the faint light source you could see Hugo sitting in the corner of the large, open room. There was only one entrance into the haven, leading into the labyrinth of tunnels outside. To Hugo's left was another opening, but the room was pitch black, hiding whatever lurked inside.

Silence, it was everything and yet nothing that crept inside the haven. Hugo was relaxed within it, but he knew that soon the silence would break. Soon he would be treated to the other pleasure of his unlife... the screams of the Kindred of Los Angeles.

[NPC]

Name TBA


She stood silently in the dark for a moment... or it could have been for hours... time meant very little when Chronos was your slave to use and discard at will. A nimble hand, white and cold as frost, caressed her slender neck. Now void of long-remembered decoration, it triggered an odd sensation even as her jet-colored eyes watched the Assamite at his desk. "Mind your thoughts, Hugo, for they betray your arrogance." The woman's voice, thick with accent, reverberated and echoed from the dark chamber to Hugo's left. It was cold and unfeeling, yet mesmerizing and erotic; a paradox strange enough to inspire veneration, lust.... and terror.

From the darkness and into the translucence of the monitors' glow stepped the figure of a woman. Slight in build, but charismatic to the point of ethereal, she stopped beside Hugo and gazed at him coolly. Black hair like volcanic glass framed a milk-white face and spilled down her back, the olive complexion of her heritage now only a vague memory drifting through the depths of historical fact -- and fable.

She took a moment to listen intently, the footfalls of the cowardly vermin never ceasing as they moved along the street above. Some pounded along angrily, others shuffled with no destination in mind, kine, kindred... none of it mattered. They were, almost all of them, weak vermin who could see nothing beyond the point of their own insignificant existence. That would be remedied; soon. And this Assamite, who sat before her with a look of half-surprise and half-horror, would rally his brothers and help her towards that end. Ilyes, although imprisoned in the Other World, will be proud.

"You and your brother have done well, Hugo. Already I can sense the fear and panic among the night-walking masses who have lost their ill-perceived harbors of safety. Already their feeble minded icons have been toppled from their ivory towers and now veins are drying quickly as a great drought descends upon the land. The beast howls in protest while the weak perish and the strong survive. Yes, you have done well. I do, however, have an urgent task for you. I have lost something precious to me. I…."

Her words were cut short by an irritating beep and a blinking red light, both cutting through the faint light of the room like blood through a wound. On the monitors, she could see Sammy running full out and one arched, black brow rose slightly. Turning her face towards the door, she waited…

[Hugo Ramsden]

The dull green light of the computer monitors barely revealed a sitting Hugo as he messed with one of his knives. He would bring it to his mouth where he would then proceed to run his tongue down either side of the blade, wiping clean the blood that it has freed earlier that night, while at the same time coating it with his own to give it's next victim that certain little... surprise. But soon the silence was broken, and Hugo was at the ready.

"Mind your thoughts, Hugo, for they betray your arrogance."

Before the first word was able to form itself the stool that Hugo rested upon was kicked to the side as he pointed the knife into the dark void before him, ready to strike down whatever violated his domain. But as the voice in the darkness spoke, Hugo let his guard drop slightly, for he knew this voice.

Still maintaining some of his posture, he waited as he watched the beautiful figure of his client step forward from the black room and come ever closer to him, ignoring his battle stance. As he made sure the voice belonged to it's owner, the knife dropped to his side as he bowed his head.

"Forgive me my Lady, I was not expecting you."

Tilting his head to his side somewhat, he glanced at his video monitors and lowly cursed under his breath.

"Damn things..."

Pulling away and returning to full attention to the powerful being before him, he forced himself onto one knee and awaited for her words of wisdom.

"You and your brother have done well, Hugo. Already I can sense the fear and panic among the night-walking masses who have lost their ill-perceived harbors of safety. Already their feeble minded icons have been toppled from their ivory towers and now veins are drying quickly as a great drought descends upon the land. The beast howls in protest while the weak perish and the strong survive. Yes, you have done well. I do, however, have an urgent task for you. I have lost something precious to me. I…."

Before she was able to continue on, she was interrupted as the computer behind him started to loudly beep and the red flashing light of the alarm triggered. Hopping back to his feet and turning to the security monitor, he saw Sammy sprinting towards his Haven. 'At least those still work', he thought as he quickly tapped a few buttons on the keyboard and deactivated the alarm. The boy usually knew how to evade the traps, but it looks like he missed this last one. He must be in a hurry.

"My apologies for the interruption", Hugo lightly spoke as he turned to address his client again. She wasn't paying much attention to him now, as Sammy had just appeared at the haven's entrance.

[Sammy Tamba]

Through the maze of tunnels Sammy ran at top speed, in a rush to get back to his Haven. The night before him gave way to loads of information that he needed to pass onto his brother right away. As he passed tunnel after tunnel he only grew more eager to share his new-found knowledge with Hugo. Normally he reported back with more information on the cities population, but tonight he found something far more valuable. That medallion.... he had to tell Hugo right away.

Finally he reached the end of the tunnel, and a large locked gate blocked his entrance. Quickly fumbling into his pocket, he grabbed his keyring and unlocked the gate, slid it upon, and continued inside. As he started to round the corner he shouted out, "Hey bro, they've..." but he instantly become quite as he realized that it wasn't Hugo that stood before him. Quickly bowing down, he calmly greeted his client.

"Ma'am."

Glancing at Hugo for a moment, he rose back up and looked back at her.

"Am I interrupting somethin'? I can step outside..."

[NPC]

As Hugo muted the alarm system, he murmured a somewhat quiet apology. She knew he was not sorry in the least, but merely extending a perceived courtesy. She could turn them both to ash with a movement and that alone is what earned her the atom of respect to which they afforded her. That and blood of course.

The other Assamite came fumbling and pinwheeling inside the haven, his outburst stifled in a black hole of surprise when he saw her standing there. "Ma'am. Am I interrupting somethin'? I can step outside..." he said, soulless eyes flashing between Hugo and the woman as if for some sort of direction. "That won't be necessary," she said simply and turned, almost floating to the chair in the corner of the room. Lightly gathering her white dress, she sat down and crossed her legs.

"As I was saying, I have lost something precious to me and I need it back. It is a medallion on a thong of leather, which has since been retrieved by a mortal and given to a kindred man. He is taller than me, of course, with short, dark brown hair. He is slightly bearded with green eyes and lends himself easily to the Ventrue clan by his dress. I know not his name, but that is your task."

As before, one pale, cool hand caressed her bare neck before she turned her agate eyes to the two men for the first time since she began to speak. "The writing is Greek, which you will most likely not understand, but in the middle rests a carving of the temple at Delphi. Bring me my medallion and I will reward you greatly." And she was gone.