Club Neptune

[Jill McLauchlin]

Club Neptunes is a large, busy club. With two private areas. One for Kindred use, the other a general VIP room...

[Dark STalker]

Grifter quicly puts on his shades as he hits the black lights. He turns to look if anyone is watching him.

[Raul Santos]

Victoria will follow her hostess lead, if she desires her to proceed to the kindred area she understands.
She takes a moment to take in the lights, the waves of mortals. She knew mobs of young mortals could quickly turn to chaos but she remained calm.

[Dark STalker]

Grifter turns to the the other 2 Gangrel and smirks...his shoulders relax and his body language would seem to give permission to have fun.

This is a nice place ya got here lass.

[Jill McLauchlin]

Jill takes a moment with the door men as she enters, checks a couple of lists and gives an OK or two before joining them.

"Thanks, it's taken a lot of work, but it's been worth it.

We have the Blue room available, but feel free to enjoy the club first if you like."

[Raul Santos]

"Most excellent. Well done. "
She looks around a little then heads to the blue room.

[Dark STalker]

Grifter nods to the other two who smirk and make their way into the crowd with a gentle bow of the head to their host.

Grifter follows into the Blue Room and takes off his shades as he sees there are no humans there. There is a small glow to his eyes catch any blacklight left in the room, another animalistic feature to the former Gangrel Paladin.

[Jill McLauchlin]

Jill will head round the bar, placing a few glasses and decent whiskeys bottle within easy reach and pouring herself a glass of The Macallan.

"What's your pleasure Grifter?" Jill asks offering a glass

[Dark STalker]

Whatever ya got Madame, I'm not picky.

[Jill McLauchlin]

Jill pours another of the same for Grifter and takes a glass for Big John.

"So, you got questions?"

[Dark STalker]

Aye...why haven't we been killed on site? Just a thought. . .seeing as ya can't leave this place and we are not the trustworthiest group...all in all, I am grateful ya didn't attack us though.

[Raul Santos]

"As you pointed out, we can't leave, and the dead doesn't always stay dead of late. It was decided that we should reach out to those who share the night with us, now more than ever, the masquerade must be held, for we cannot run far. And we are stronger together. You have been polite."

[Jill McLauchlin]

"Do you have a death wish? Why come to Avalon if you expected to be killed on sight.

The Seneschal's legacy is still floating around, same as the Princes.

And that is the reason you and I are still walking around this City unharmed.

Now the council hasn't decided yet, so I wouldn't get too comfy. Death or worse could still be on the cards, however 'polite' you've been. It's probably a good sign that you've been allowed this much freedom."

[Raul Santos]

"Yes, ultimately laws can triumph over niceties. However, I am inclined to agree. It's a good sign, that you arrived with three members in good standing, one being the sheriff, I imagine worked in your favor."

[Grifter]

He downs the shot and licks his fangs, his double set of fangs, the same tyoe as Graves had, and says I appreciate the mercy...it's not something we would have shown if I was still apart of that miserable sword.



Thanks...to all 3 of you.


So, I know I asked for peace, but, I wanna be useful if you all need anything.

[Jill McLauchlin]

"I still want to track down the Hunter that shot your Blood Brother, Harlem Graves.

Now that would be very useful to both of us."

Jill offers the bottle to Grifter

[Grifter]

Please, Sheriff. . .fill me in. I wanna know what happened to Harlin. I always figured him to die at the hands of some old grudge. We have always had enemies, he and I.

[Raul Santos]

"You are welcome. Hmm. I am guessing you are adept at combat, where otherwise do you and your progeny skills lie?"

[Grifter]

Lkke I said...I'm good at reading people. The pups are good on computers and breaking and entering...sorry..securities. hahah

[Raul Santos]

She nods.
"So you did." She nods.
"Ah, skills that are useful."

"I am very schooled in ettiquite, knowledgable in the occult. I also have learned some of the computer skills."

[Jill McLauchlin]

Jill takes notes of Victoria's words "Occult huh, plenty of that to study in Avalon.  

I'll pull some files together Grifter.  The trail went cold quickly, the place fell apart in the few nights"

[Dark STalker]

What do you mean? Who killed him...what could kill that old bast***?

[Jill McLauchlin]

"From what we could gather at the time it was special kind of firearm. We were leaving a place called the Cage and a sniper took him in one shot.

There was no chance, the speed of that bullet and the damage it gave was like nothing I'd seen before.

We narrowed the shooting position down, but he / they were long gone"

Spoiler:

[Dark STalker]

Spoiler:

John grunts They were hunters...and if our experience serves us, these hunters were mages

Mages? Wait, since when did mages become hunters?

[Jill McLauchlin]

"No idea when it started, but yeah it's what we found.

We came across them in the sewers, on what was supposed to be a simple task"

Jill's voice hardens as she remembers the losses that night. Before Baal was even on their radar things had not gone well.

[Raul Santos]

"From what I recall talking to the kindred of this domain in the time I've been here, earlier there was an incident involving betrayal, mage created weapons, music boxes and all manner of nasty business. A lot happened of late, we have been trying to sort it out, but I suppose if the culpret can be found will depend upon if they left before the mystical borders became set."

[Dark STalker]

Grifter looks sour for a second, but then pours a shot and raises it somberly. To Harlen,  the toughest old bast*** who ever lived, died, lived and died again!  May we all be so f***in lucky.

after that, he offers a sad smile towards Jill, and John and Valentina as he waits for them to join in his cheer

[Jill McLauchlin]

"If they're still alive, they're here.

We all that went on, this place is a Hunter magnet. The question is, why so quiet.

Why are the Hunters keeping the Masquerade?"

[Jill McLauchlin]

cross post ignore the above.

"Harlem Graves", raises her glass and downs the contents

[Raul Santos]

Victoria grabs a glass of fireball whiskey and says, "To Harlen Graves. May he live forevermore in the hearts of those he touched." Raises_drinks.

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