Random Encounters

[thebrownacid]

[This is a casual rp starter for scenes with Jen Daring, the world's most harmless Malkavian Antitribu. It serves as a warmup spot for character ideas for the After Gehenna game.]

San Francisco was a fishing village now. Bay water lapped the bases of the surviving skyscrapers, so clear now you could see down to the shattered street. Some brave divers went for artifacts down there: jewelry, surviving tools, random items to decorate their chambers with and claim bragging rights just for surviving. An old hubcap could cost you your life now that the Farrallones and the Bay were wed in one stretch of water over the drowned city. Sharks--the main risk in the area and also the main livelihood. They might get a fisherman now and again, but most nights in the high village with its precarious catwalks, it was they who became dinner.

When the sun went down the fishing crews lowered ropes down the side of the buildings and hauled up the boats along with their catch. The hard, ugly end-of-the-day work was necessary, for one breed of shark hunted at night and could take out even the few old yachts they had left.

The grunts and creaks of the ropes and thunk and scrape of the rising boats were the first thing Jen heard when she woke that night. She opened the closet she was curled up in and spilled out, yawning hugely. The outer wall of the hotel room she was squatting in had shattered outward, and a huge, battle-scarred gray cat crouched among the bricks, messily dining on a pigeon the size of a football. He looked up at her with his one good eye and meowed conversationally.

Within half an hour they had both eaten, and Jen was sitting quietly on the edge of the cracked rooftop plaza of the hotel. Other villagers, human and otherwise, milled on the rooftop by torchlight, enjoying a barbecue out in the cool night air. The cat sat next to her, keeping watch. Jen was a little unfocused, distracted by the blobs of golden and royal blue light dancing through the air. She knew something was going to happen soon and she should be here for it, but not what.

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[ka_sera_sera]

Roland notes the names and basic facts of the speech even as he dismisses them. They're not important to him now, but who knows? The most important thing is that everyone seems so focused on it. Before he'd closed his mind again and put up what defenses he has, he'd gotten enough vague feelings to know a little about who it is he's walking amongst. Don't mind Roland, he'll just be slipping behind and between a couple of you, trying to get closer to Donald. He'll stay away from the woman in blue - if what he'd felt in that one was the touch, there's too much chance of being noticed and noted as an outsider - but he has to get close to one or two others. If they stay focused on that speech long enough for him to grasp Donald's sleeve and lead him away, then everything will've gone to plan. Things usually don't, but it never hurts to try.

[thebrownacid]

It's the goddamned cat that catches him. Of course. Something roughly the mass of a furry bowling ball winds around his legs trying to get his attention. "Mow. Mowwww. Mow."

And then Cotton Candy Brain notices him too and squeaks, bouncing. "Oh hi new person! Did you eat yet?"

Their witchy leader pauses and looks over with a baffled scowl. "What the fuck--Jen! Are you trying to break your old record for taking in strays tonight?"

Jen replies cheerily, "Maybe!" and their fearless leader sighs and rubs her face.

[tookhishand]

People's scents stick in his brain, never to be forgotten. He picks up on it as soon as Roland approaches, turning around.

"Roland. It's good to see you. I thought you'd gotten... left behind."

Which was depressing as hell, these last weeks.

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland wobbles a bit as the bowling ball demands his attention and then rebalances himself, shooting a brief look of disappointment down at it. Pets. The one thing that can never quite be convinced to properly ignore you. That disappointment is quickly dismissed in favor of the man in front of him, though, and Roland reaches out with the remaining two-fingers-and-thumb of his right hand to grasp at Donald's. "I did."

His eyes move quickly down the whole of his friend and up again. At least a brief, cursory assessment can't wait but anything else will have to, so after he does it he moves his expression into something polite, squeezes Donald's hand, then lets go of it to hunker in front of the cat. "Thank you miss, but I've eaten," he lies, presenting the back of his knuckles for the cat to sniff. "And as to strays, you don't need to worry about that. We're only passing through. We've no intention making ourselves a nuisance, nor pressing our noses into your business."

[minitreiver]

Eliot kept to the shadows as much as he could. He didn't think he'd been followed here but he didn't dare risk exposing himself. He didn't even know why his chantry had been attacked. But he was getting so hungry. And he felt lost with his sire dead even though he actually could hate him now.

He glanced up as someone walked into the alley he was in. He couldn't fight this anymore. He grabbed them and sank his teeth into their skin, managing to keep enough self control to avoid their neck.

[thebrownacid]

Jen beams mutely at the reunion and bounces up and down, while the big blond woman snorts and Maggie chuckles and hides her face. "...cubs."

The cat sniffs him in businesslike manner. Damn, it has a lot of old battle scars. "Owm." He pats the stranger's knuckles with a paw. Apparently he passes.

Danica nods grimly. "I have no problem with the locals getting involved, or visitors either, as long as nobody's working contrary to my team. But I'll be honest and say that this guy and whoever is working with him is likely a risk to everyone in the region."

[tookhishand]

"Relax." He's going to stand closer to Roland than the vampire bunch, and that's who he addresses first, quietly. "We're safe. We're not in any trouble with them."

As Danica said, but it probably means more coming from Donald.

To the team: "I have a place to stay. No need to take in 'strays'."

And he offers his cold 'dinner' to Roland. Better than nothing.

[ka_sera_sera]

Curious gesture for a cat but Roland doesn't think long on that, just stands to study Donald for a second. After that second he nods minutely, something relaxing in his posture as he looks back to the rest of them. "Just how large would that region be? Nothing we could walk out of in a day or two?"

He keeps looking toward the others, attentive and polite, and nudges the plate back toward Donald without looking at him. He knows how much you have to eat. Get to it.

[thebrownacid]

The cat meows and paws the air as the plate gets offered back and forth. Hey, I'll take it! Jen hrmphs and looks around for the cat's leftover dinner but the sharkspray has washed it somewhere she can't immediately find. Sigh.

At the question Danica looks him over a moment, then glances between Maggie and the figure in Grey. "We're gathering information now but ultimately we won't be able to determine that until we find out what we are up against. If evacuating to the mainland will do the trick I'll end up reccomending it. Otherwise there's nothing for it but to go kick this guy's ass until he thinks twice about picking any more fights."

The grey-clad one speaks up again. "Preliminary estimates indicate over a hundred unexplained disappearances from villages up and down the coast and inland over the last three months. Still determining range."

[tookhishand]

He eyes the cat, shrugs to himself, and donates part of the fish. Not all of it. Food is good, variety is better. He'll finally eat the dang thing.

He's quietly judging them for not noticing so many disappearances earlier. Excuse him for having worked with the FBI so long ago.

"Sharks, though. Are there other animals to watch out for?"

[ka_sera_sera]

A border dispute. Some things never change no matter how far you travel. Well, Donald could have walked into much worse. Roland could have found much worse, when he'd come for him. And the people Donald had found here - well, you never can tell. More than human, probably, at least some of them, and it doesn't take much to figure out that there's something strange about that grey one. It's not as if he doesn't trust Donald's judgement that they're safe, but more cautious men have been fooled on less.

"And those disappearances," he adds onto the end of Donald's question. "Those aren't a usual part of something like this."

[thebrownacid]

"Animals," Jen replies sadly. "All animals but bugs. And if he has vampire friends or people working for him, them too."

"Inevitably them too," the grey one corrects. "This is not a matter of one territorial Gangrel. The amount of disappearances goes well beyond the norm. This does not indicate the predatory habits of one vampire. But rather, several."

Danica sighs through her nose. "Until Petra gets a lock on them there's not much to do but wait."

[tookhishand]

It's not his fight. One hundred dead is hard to walk by, though. He can guess that's only the beginning of the casualties.

"By the way, what's a Gangrel?"

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland makes a face at Donald for a second. Even asking for clarification on what seems such general knowledge is a sure way to peg them both as Not From Around Here. Which, depending where you are, can be dangerous. Well, it probably would have come out eventually anyway. Too late now. "Getting a lock on them? What is she doing?"

Either that question will distract from Donald's, or it will give an even worse impression. But that sounds like something you'd say in regards to a weapon, and it seems like something he might need to understand if he's going to stay here much longer.

[thebrownacid]

"Gangrel's one of the Clans of vampires that's still around. Turn into bats and wolves and stuffs." Jen picks up the cat, who mows irritatedly.

The one in grey is watching them, quietly, now smoking an antique cigarette of a brand now long destroyed.

"Petra is our foreguard. Infiltration is a specialty of hers." Danica's voice is tight. She hates waiting. "Once she reports back we'll have a better idea of what we're up against."

[tookhishand]

Hush up with your Looks, Roland, they already guessed what he was.

"We can wait, don't you think?" The question is for Roland, now that they're both here. His vote is towards helping, if he can, and if he gets a vote this time.

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland studies Donald. The other man's vote is the deciding one, actually, little though Roland thinks to say so. "With so many people gone, and vampires... I couldn't walk away, I don't think." He says it matter-of-factly, because to him this isn't a matter of moral outrage, nor of concern. Duty, mostly.

He turns back toward them, looking over all of them before settling on the one who's obviously the leader. "If you wish it we'll move along. But we'd stay and maybe be of some little use, if you'll have us."

[thebrownacid]

Jen twitches slightly and goes quiet, eyes staring into the middle distance. "...Receiving."

The grey one goes quiet and watches her. Danica instead addresses the two living people.

"I have two living people on my team already, so it's been done. This will be a hard ride, but with humans an endangered species and us dependent on them in about five different ways...yeah, we gotta protect these colonies. No running for us either."

She looks them over and nods slowly. "You have weapons?"

[thebrownacid]

The guy with the platter full of fresh bread rolls lets out a squeak and drops them with a clatter. His blood is clean and it takes an unusually small amount to satisfy.

As Eliot is feeding, a big, shaggy cat with one eye walks up calmly, sits at his feet and stares up at him expectantly. "Mow."

[tookhishand]

"Yes, we do. Guns." And he could use just about any sort of higher tech out there. It's the rare item he wouldn't recognize.

[ka_sera_sera]

...That lets Roland know quite a few things about this world that he did not really expect. Not to mention about the company he's currently keeping. "And we can use most other weapons we come across." Though he knows little about this world, he says this with confidence. Weapons are what he does, and the idea of not being able to figure one out isn't something he even considers. "Your plan, sai? Wait for your spy to report, then ride?"

[minitreiver]

He lets the guy go as soon as his hunger is soothed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Sorry," he mutters, trying to fade back into the shadows.

He kneels next to the cat, offering his hand for it to smell. "Hey there, little guy." If it lets him, he'll scratch its head.

[thebrownacid]

Jen flails slightly, mutely, and the masked figure steps forward to steady her. Her eyes roll back in her head and she mumbles.

Danica glances at her but is apparently used to this, and nods grimly. "That's the deal. If you want to cover us while we dive in and act as the front ranks, we could use it. Especially if--"

Jen's head snaps up and she looks around. "Khan is in Torpor."

A round of curses goes through the Pack and Danica growls softly under her breath.

"That means that our scouts had better get really lucky, or if they're caught we may lose them both. Command decision. Get your gear, everyone. We leave in ten minutes with or without word."

[thebrownacid]

The guy stumbles forward, mumbling and rubbing his neck. Then he stops short, and blinks, confused. He shakes his head once, and looks around. "Too much goddamn beer," he mutters, inexplicably, and then wanders out of the gap between building towers.

The cat sniffs him and then submits calmly to the scritch, tail wrapped around his legs.

"Oh, that guy will be fine, he's healthy as a horse," says a chirpy voice from up on the mangled and formerly empty fire escape.

[minitreiver]

He springs to his feet, backing away from the cat. If she know what he is and where he's from, she'll probably want to kill him, too.

"Who are you?"