1st mission. target: Shroud, Wrath of the Attack Chicken Options

[Necrom]

Howard glanced at the newcomer [Aendares], who filled the stereotype "tall, dark & handsome" easily. His complexion made his skin tone look like he had the perfect tan & his features made for an exotic & attractive combination. The man stood close to Howard & Roza, but was speaking to 1 of the bartenders so Howard presumed he was simply there to order a drink. The Ventrue turned back to the Rabble.

Less than a minute later, as Howard did his typical glance around his surroundings to keep tabs on everything, he spotted a bouncer walking directly towards him with a man in a suit behind in tow.

"What's this about?" he thought irritably, as the 2 would draw more attention than he wanted. Howard glanced at his watch. It was getting late & it's likely the coterie have heard all the rumours they were going to tonight. Part of the reason for this 1st mission was to see how the other members did. James preformed adequately, Snaker...(unsurprisingly) not so much.

Howard turned on his stool to face the bouncer & other man just as they arrived. After the bouncer made introductions, Howard stood & nodded thanks with an insincere smile. The bouncer glanced at Roza, gave her a flirty smile then turned & returned to his post.

Howard gave a rare genuine smile at the Ventrue before him as he held his hand out to shake. "Howard Smythe, welcome to Los Angeles. As you can see though, hardly the best place to have such a conversation."

Howard took a business card with a cell phone # & email address printed on it from his pocket & handed it to Ben. "Call me later tonight or early tomorrow evening & we'll organise a meeting to discuss matters further. Alternatively, leave a voicemail or email & I will contact you."

[Amakae]

He had left to get champaign, quaint. Amakae had not realized it was a special occasion, before he was to leave her side after so kindly instructing her where to sit; she went to place her cooling fingers upon his wrist to only find she had missed. Her attention focused on James for a moment. That moment passed and Tybalt was walking towards the bar. "Dammit." She muttered to herself. It had reached that time in the evening that Amakae had to make sure that everything was still perfect. There would be no smeared eye liner or even a hair out of place on her. At least not when she was out having a good time.

Heading towards the booth he had indicated only moments before, Amakae fluidly moved past it towards the ladies room. Upon entering there were several things going on. One young woman was puking into the garbage can while another was fixing her make up. Amakae could see without looking too hard another woman on her knees in one of the stalls, it wouldn't be too difficult to figure out what she was doing. Amakae rolled her eyes. Humanity plagued their bodies with all sorts of things, drugs was just another chemical to kill them so much faster.

Peering at herself in the mirror, Amakae took considerable time looking for imperfections only to find nothing. A smirk curled the corner of her lips upwards. "Excellent..." Moments had passed before she could drag her gaze away from the mirror to notice that everyone had left the bathroom except the woman in the stall. Amakae's heels click with persission as she steps towards the bathroom stall, she used Auspex to increase her senses. She could hear the sound of heavy breathing and slurping. Raising a perfectly arched brow, Amakae knocked on the door of the bathroom. "This is the manager of the Shroud. I would like to ask you to leave the bathroom at once before I inform security please." Her authoritive voice rang out causing the woman to gasp. Listening to the scrambling and expletives, Amakae hid in the other stall while the couple left hurriedly. "Where did she go?" One of them whispered in a panic.

Letting out a laugh, Amakae shook her head gently and was ready to leave herself when she heard something coming from that same stall the couple had been in. Amakae's curiosity took a hold of her, stepping inside she saw nothing until she heard it again. It was coming from on the other side of the wall. Noticing the little hole in the wall, Amakae casually stepped out of the stall and left the bathroom. She stepped away from the door to see what was right next to the ladies room. the men's room. No surprise there. Amakae decided to pay the peeper a visit. Amakae stepped into the bathroom, finding a man at one of the urinals., "Leave." She looked over at the man before dismissing him from her thoughts.

Stepping towards the stalls, Amakae could hear the pepper panic in his stall. "Shit." The words were uttered by a boy and not a man, he probably had just reach puberty. He opened the stall door to find that he was pushed back inside the stall and confronted by the Amazonian woman. "Well well, little Tom. Were you enjoying the live porno?" Amakae's painted lips curved into a smile of a cat who caught the mouse. she licked her lips. The boy was in his late teens, twenty at the most and definitely not under a legal ID. "Please... I didn't mean to..." He begged. Amakae let out a soft laugh and rolled her eyes. "Do I look like I was born yesterday?" She demanded before shoving the gothic, glasses toting, skinny boy against the wall. "Hmmm you smell of pizza and cigarettes..." She wrinkled her nose. "Fast food was never my favourite..." She trailed off and peered into the boys eyes, using Presence on him. "Do you want to be my toy?" Amakae whispered in the boy's ear. "After you wake up it would please me if you forget me." Hearing the boy's compliant response, Amakae fed upon him while she kept an ear out for the door.

After she was finished, Amakae knocked the boy out and covered the the bite marks with his dog collar that he wore around his neck. Amakae sighed heavily. "So disgusting..." She left the stall and checked her make up once more to make sure it was not marred by her little snack. It was some time later since she had left the main area of the club. Stepping back out into the unmuffled din of music, laughter and chatter, Amakae sauntered back towards the bar. She did not look for Ty nor anyone else, as if before her bathroom break, nothing at all happened. She leaned against the bar counter and slid her bottom on the bar stool and placed her elbows on the bar counter to lean back and survey the dance floor casually. Her cat like smile spoke her satisfaction, crossing her legs in the short gold dress caused her to show a little more thigh then usual.

[Tybalt Rosencran...]

"That'd be too simple. I don't think that this will be a battle of might. I think this will be a game for the Ventrue and Lasombra to play with each other. The rest are simply pawns," he responded. He took a drink.

“Don’t underestimate pawns. Mind you, if played right, pawns can be upgraded in order to level the playing field, no?” Looking up, I can see Ving Rhames bouncer type walking directly towards the other side of the bar with a man in a suit behind in tow. Quick assessment of the field shows that this was another Ventrue kindred being added to the fold. “Lookee here, Conner, looks like your company of scouts is about to be expanded.” Motioning Conner [James] to look at Howard’s direction.

Suddenly, he caught a whiff of a familiar scent. Hmmm…yummy. He turned to face the direction of where the scent was coming from and noticed the Amazonian kindred sitting on the other side of the bar’s edge, eyeing the dance floor. She still looks delicious…even for a nibble, he thought. “Conner, here’s my number…” he quickly scribbled on the back of a matchbook bearing the symbol of the Shroud, “if you guys need help with any Sabbat situation…holler at me, I’d be more willing to help you in any situation you see fit.” Throwing a couple of Benjamins on the table, “And here’s for the next round on me…I look forward to seeing you around sometime.”

Picking up the glass of champagne with the Strawberry floating in the centre, and the bottle of Bollinger Blanc de Noirs Vieilles Vignes, left by the bartender, I make my way to the Amazonian Kindred. Whispering close to her ears, “hey beautiful…I hope your thirsty…” Handing her the glass of champagne and putting the bottle on the other side of her.

[Amakae]

Feeling the air pass from his lips and over her ear as he spoke, Amakae's lips curved into a smile that brightened her features. Her rusted brown eyes twinkled. His mention of drink had her recalling the disgusting blood she had tasted in the bathroom. She had more then likely tasted worse though, when she had been kine. Turning her head over slightly to peer at Ty from the corner of her eyes and spot the champagne glass in one hand. It looked much more delectable then her snack. Slowly licking her lips, Amakae peered up at Ty and grinned with sass. "Well now, haven't you been busy..." She trailed off, noting that James was in the vicinity that Ty had come from.

"Tell me, handsome, did my last 'liasion' have anything intelligable to say?" She posed the question with a tilt of her head and a smirk that transformed her features into a look of sarcasim. She winked and dismissed the thought with a hand, she did not really care. She was still annoyed at James wasting her time earlier. Slipping off of the stool, Amakae placed a hand on Ty's chest and caressed, leaning in towards his ear she whispered "Shall we find a more secluded place to have our drink?" She murmured, allowing her silky lips to just barely touching his ear lobe. She pushed herself back so she could watch Ty's features, after she made her suggestion.

[Benjamin Daniels]

Benjamin glanced down at Howard's card, clearly he was getting the brush-off. That suited him just fine...

“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Smythe. I look forward to our chat.�

Benjamin pocketed the card and smiled as he walked away. The Shroud seemed to be Elysium on steroids, he counted no less than six Kindred just within spitting distance. Apparently the rumors were true. L.A. was as overcrowded a city as he'd seen in his travels. Again this suited his purpose to a tee. Easy to blend into a crowd, and the bigger the better.

He'd also heard that Los Angeles was less of a fortress than the Camarilla liked to claim. Sabbat, Anarchs, even Wolves were tooling around looking for a fight if his sources were to be believed. The perfect place for a man of his particular talents... Someone who values discretion and the art of the deal could go a long way here...

Benjamin made his way to a quieter corner of the bar and ordered a drink. As he sat sipping he pondered his next move. If the Camarilla were as busy fighting their enemies as he believed, picking up little chunks of influence would be easy. He hoped that by the time the dust cleared, He'd be a force to be reckoned with.

Now where to begin...

[OOC: I'm open to chatting with anyone here, new to the boards and really want to get involved :)]

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