Friday 8 December 2023

Vampire the Masquerade - V5 - Session Two - Galerie Sanguine: San Diego

I'm currently running a Vampire the Masquerade chronicle using the 5th Edition rule-set for a small group of fellow role-players.


Our primary chronicle is set in Los Angeles and features a small group of Camarilla agents sent into the 'Free States' to bring them back under Camarilla control. This however is the second one of several planned interludes which will centre on the expansion of Baron Michael Tomassio's 'Galerie Sanguine' franchise to other domains.
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The now obligatory warning bit - These session write-ups will contain swearing, sexual references and other references that might offend. There are however a list of potential triggers listed before the introduction. I've also used actual photographs to represent some characters which I'll give acknowledgements to at the end if I've any idea who they are.
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Links to our main campaign, with a summary of each session can be found HERE.
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Links
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The PC's
Luthor Constantine - The Ministry, Conspiracy Debunker
Ethan Holst - Samedi, Mortician

Luthor Constantine and Ethan Holst

Chronicle Tenet - "Don't bite the hand that feeds you."

The Storyteller
As everyone else...

If I think something needs a bit of out of character explanation then those will get a storytellers note that will helpfully be in red. Introductory pieces that I read to the group are in Blue. Where particular NPC's have a mention in a faction profile you will be able to reach it by clicking on their name or faction beneath their picture.

Trigger Warnings for This Session: Blood (Obviously), Familicide, Occultism, Suicide

Introduction
The kindred of Galerie Sanguine have been drawn into the investigation of several murders within San Diego that may, or may not, have an occult connection.

The crimes locations have connections to various of the cities notable kindred which complicates matters considerably, and the pair have now found themselves unable to extricate themselves from the enquiry without offending the notoriously unpredictable Baron Tara.

Scene Six - Overlapping Interests
With the discovered bodies now safely hidden away at Ethan's mortuary, he and Luthor are to accompany one of Tara's inner circle to discuss with Justin Rush, exactly what business he had with the recently deceased security guard found at the second location they investigated. The aforementioned kindred, who they were to be accompanied by, was Cecilia Baird, one of the Constables childer, and his deputy when necessary.

The pair also had some time to go through some theories of their own.

Luthor was of the opinion that conspiracy theories such as the ones inspired by the crime scenes were merely there to confuse and fool the masses and, that those doing the fooling, rarely believed in the conspiracies at all. Tara had immediately concluded that the cities Duskborn population was involved, and Luthor doubted that they'd have been so careless, especially as they knew that Baron Tara was already inclined to think the worst of them. Either they were stupider than he had been led to believe, or they were being framed.

He also knew that Justin Rush had interests in the port area, and that Constance Carson was his competitor. If it came to light that one of his operators within the airport had drawn attention to the operations of the cities Baron, it would severely dent Rush's reputation. Even if only connected to the events peripherally, his involvement in a masquerade breach would make his operations a 'no-go' for any other kindred who valued discretion.

Ethan's own observations were more focussed, but along the same lines. The scene was, in his opinion. too 'noisy', and therefore possibly a distraction of some kind. There were so many clues that any investigator was still likely to be confused trying to sort out the real from the staged aspects of the crime scene,

The Samedi had also had more time to examine the bodies and gathered some new evidence.

Closer examination of some of the drain marks on the corpses, revealed that they could conceivably be made by fangs, with syringes used later to cover up the wounds, it was confusing why anyone would bother though. 

The more medical evidence he gathered, the harder it was to see if this was an attack made to look like it was committed by vampires, or a vampire attack made to look like a staged event. Both possibilities seemed unnecessarily convoluted, and that's what concerned him. Perhaps the perpetrator was just insane? As things currently stood, it was as likely a possibility as any.

However, their contact and guide had now arrived so further conjecture would have to be put on hold.

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Cecilia Baird - Brujah
Childe of Absalom Hood
Cecilia was about five foot seven inches tall, slender in build, and somewhat androgynous in appearance. Her eyes were dark, as was her hair, and she was dressed in black. She didn't appear to be armed, though it was difficult to tell where she'd be able hide any armament of significance. She waited for them while leaning against a Ford Explorer SUV, barely a year old, and in excellent condition.

"Are we using my car or yours?" she asked.

Ethan suggested that they use Cecilia's vehicle but offered to drive, which she accepted, though was insistent that her directions were followed explicitly.

They took a route to San Diego Docks that circumvented the International Airport by a significant margin. Apparently Cecilia had taken the warnings about it's status as 'off limits' quite seriously. As Ethan drove, she shared some information with them.

"Justin is currently in Downtown and didn't want to meet us until later. The Constable informed him that Tara will likely be quite upset if he can't make time for those investigating a matter she considers very important. After about a seconds consideration he gave Absalom this address.

"It makes sense why he didn't want us interrupting him, as the place we're heading to is one of Constance's operations, which means that he's either negotiating a truce, or trying to make an alliance, or something of that nature."

Absalom Hood - Brujah
'Constable' of San Diego
"Constance isn't the kind of kindred you just pop around to have a fucking chat with. She's a lying, two-faced, manipulative bitch, who'd stab you in the back if you turned your back on her, or the front if she was in a hurry... at least, that's the brief Absalom gave me... suffice to say, he's not a fan. He doesn't like the idea of elements not loyal to Tara having so much freedom... The whole 'Aegis' thing is a bit complicated..."

"Complicated, how?" asked Luthor. It was immediately clear to Luthor that she regretted her words and seemed reluctant to reply. He then switched tactics a little.

"As we're new to the city, and you are obviously an experienced and trusted operative of the cities Constable, any information you can give us would be invaluable, as well as treated with the utmost discretion." Said Luthor, following the statement with a smile that seemed to soften Cecilia somewhat. 

After a moments pause she continued. "Aegis, the Oratory, Marius, or some combination of the lot, more or less put Tara back in power. Her enemies all disappeared or had fatal 'accidents' courtesy of the Oratory, Aegis funded all her projects and the political campaigns of her puppets, and Marius did his 'Fixer' thing, and though they were paid in boons and the like, they still control much of what they created for her. Tara seems fine with it, but some of her inner circle are worried that that must mean that she's a puppet of Marius's..."

Luthor, for whom half truths and manipulation were second nature, could see that she was holding something back, but was also sure that now was not the time to push, but rather to ingratiate.

"Thank-you for sharing that knowledge with us, I can't say that I've heard much different about Miss Carson, but overlapping interests are common amongst kindred, are they not?"

Cecilia nodded her agreement, then replied. "It's difficult to do anything in this city, without overlapping the Oratory. If it's Aegis or Oratory then it's Constance's area, so like it or not she has to be dealt with. Constance's is old-school kindred. Loyalty through fear, you know the sort? Right? So you have to be a bit careful with how far you push her. But as we're here on Tara's say so, we should have a bit more leeway."

Ethan and Luthor filed the information away. Kindred interactions were always fairly incestuous, so knowing as many connections as possible certainly helped with one's survival.

"Fear can be a powerful motivator..." agreed Luthor. "...make people afraid and they'll believe anything that confirms their biases."

Ethan noted that Cecilia had moved closer to Luthor, as the conversation had developed. whether this was a good thing or not, Ethan was yet to decide. Luthor's casual attitude to relationships had gotten him into trouble on more than one occasion.

Interlude - Frenemies
Tara Kearney - Brujah
Baron of San Diego
Constance Carson put down her phone, and turned to Justin.

"Your visitors courtesy of Baron Tara and Constable Absalom will be here in five minutes. They have questions for you that I'd be very careful about how you answer. It would be unfortunate for you to make even more enemies..."

Justin raised an eyebrow. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Constance's tone had been vaguely threatening and Justin didn't like it. They were meant to be discussing alliances, and he had no intention of becoming another underling of this bitch. It would be an equal partnership or she could fuck off.

The look on Constance's face indicated to him that he wasn't going to receive an answer, so he tried a different question. "How much do they know?"

Constance shrugged. "I've no idea, but this 'chat' would probably be a good time to find out, don't you think?"

She'd moved from threatening to patronizing, and Justin liked this even less. He was also unhappy about the presence of this new agent of Constance's who stood in the corner of the room like a creepy statue. If the newcomer noticed the attention, then he did nothing to show it.

Constance said something that interrupted his musing "What?"

"Your guests are here." repeated Constance.

Scene Seven - Sheep's Clothing
They arrived at an office building which would initially have passed as closed for business for the night, we're it not for the lights from several windows on the second floor, and the several cars parked out front.

One of these was a Bentley Bentayga, that Luthor estimated to be worth several hundred thousand dollars, and that was said to be one of the fastest SUV's in the world. The other two vehicles however, wouldn't have looked out of place in a military base, and were quite obviously converted military vehicles, though they had civilian plates, and were presumably road legal.

A slim man, of average height and gaunt of face, wearing a suit that might once have been good quality, was leaning against one of the RV's.

"That's Garrett. He's one of Constance's childer, so I guess his bitch sire is still here..." revealed Cecilia. "...so the other pair of bloodthirsty motherfuckers will be around somewhere..."

As if on cue, a larger, but equally badly dressed, individual emerged from the right side of the building, possibly he had been patrolling the area. Both were now looking in their vehicles direction, but were making no moves towards them.

Garrett - Gangrel
'The Untamed' Oratory Pack
"We are invited, so I guess we just introduce ourselves?" said Cecilia, but she didn't sound particularly certain.

Both could tell that Cecilia was clearly nervous. Apparently Constance and her Childers reputations for brutally were enough to even worry a representative of the cities Constable.

"We are here on official business." pointed out Ethan

Luthor saw an opportunity to further ingratiate himself with their guide. "I've done a bit of talking, perhaps I can speak to them for you?" As Luthor mentioned his 'bit of talking', Ethan muttered something about that being the "...understatement of the year..." Luthor chose to ignore the comment.

Luthor understood that body language was important when trying to create the impression you wanted in a 'mark'. He moved in a relaxed, but non-threatening manner. He wanted the Gangrel to see him as harmless, yet not a victim. It was a difficult balance, but Luthor pulled off the deception flawlessly. Cecilia followed just behind, and Ethan bought up the rear.

As they got nearer, Ethan noted dried blood in places on both of the Gangrel's clothing. Either they were very messy feeders, or they hadn't changed their clothes after a recent killing. Ethan wasn't sure which.

Luthor figured that the kindred knew who they were, so skipped the introductions. "Fine night for business wouldn't you say? Thank-you for accommodating us at this late hour."

Cole - Gangrel
'The Untamed' Oratory Pack
It was obvious to them all that Constance's childer saw Luthor, as a slightly over-friendly, and harmless, visitor and promptly stopped making any effort to intimidate them. The directions they gave were to the point, and they almost seemed disappointed that the visitors seemed unlikely to cause any trouble.

"Miss Carson is upstairs, with 'Rush'. Ignore the guard downstairs, he's one of ours, use the stairs on the right. Eleanor will meet you at the top..."

Luthor winked at Cecilia as they passed the now disinterested Gangrel "See? nothing to it"

Eleanor was a head shorter than Garrett, with dark curly hair, and the same dark eyes as her two 'brothers of the blood'. She was neater than the others, but not by much.

Ethan could see that there was dried blood under her fingernails, and like the other two there were several dark stains on her clothing that also looked to him like blood that had, at some point, soaked into her clothing, but it was difficult to tell how recently this had occurred.

As they approached she knocked on the door three times, then pushed it open for them. "Be polite, and brief..." she advised as they entered.

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Constance was about five and a half feet tall, with red-hair tied in a bun, and wearing dark red lipstick and eye-shadow, she had also utilised the blush of life to giver her some semblance of normality. Her jacket appeared to have chainmail woven within it though whether this was a for protection, or a fashion statement, was difficult to tell. 

Justin Rush was an imposing figure. Six and a half feet tall, handsome and well dressed in an expensive suit and shirt. Constance was perched on one corner of a large boardroom table, Justin was standing opposite. In one corner, a third individual stood motionless.

Cameron 'Cockroach' Roach - Gangrel
Ally of Constance Carson
The other man was a little under six feet tall, muscular and square jawed, wearing a long brown coat over a t-shirt and trousers, and glasses. His only movement was to turn his head slightly towards them as they entered. He shifted the rest of his body slightly to match the direction in which he was now looking, and then became motionless once more. He reminded Ethan of a preying mantis.

Lying on the table between Constance and Justin was a map of San Diego which had been folded so that the airport was at it's centre.

"What's so urgent that it warrants a vaguely threatening message from the cities Constable, yet is simultaneously unworthy of his personal attention?" asked Mr Rush, not unreasonably.

Cecilia began to explain, in broad terms, the recent murders and the circumstances surrounding them. Though Justin was the focus of the conversation, Constance watched intently. Luthor studied her and attempted to see if any Cecilia's explanations elicited any reaction from Constance. Unfortunately he could detect nothing in her expression that gave him any clues.

Storytellers Note - Or to be exact, Luthor's player rolled zero successes...

Justin allowed Cecilia to finish before replying. "What leads you to my door now?" he asked, though Luthor was reasonably sure that he already knew the answer. "Because..." interjected Luthor. "...one of the victims is an associate of yours..."

This was somewhat of a guess on Luthor's part, but he made the statement with such confidence that Justin apparently believed that he had some actual evidence to support his conclusion, rather than the vague circumstantial evidence that he actually possessed.

"Theodore? Yes he was one of mine.

Luthor tried not to look too smug, and almost succeeded.

Interlude - Connections
An Unknown Observer
The second tracking device clearly indicated that the pair had made their way to this office complex, one of Constance's, of that he was sure. He absent-mindedly scraped away a spot of dried blood, that his fellow agent had managed to get on the display of the positioning device, while he considered the situation. 

He wasn't sure what the connection between the investigation and the location was until he observed Justin Rush's car parked outside. Constance and Justin were supposed to be enemies, but in kindred terms that meant very little, their natures being what they were, and it wouldn't be the first time that kindred had banded together against a mutual foe, or for mutual gain.

His leader would want more information on the specifics of the meeting, but he had no intention of sneaking closer with three Gangrel on guard. Especially not those three. Undisciplined thugs they might be, but they were also on alert, and the Clan of the Beast were usually difficult to sneak up upon.

He'd been tasked with following the three on a previous night, observed their methods of hunting, and witnessed the aftermath of their feeding, and was therefore justifiably reluctant to get into a fight with them, especially as it would be three against one. Gangrel were notoriously pragmatic when it came to such things and only seemed to consider fighting on equal terms when they were settling internecine disputes. Constance herself was even worse than her childer. Some of the stories he'd heard about her excesses were difficult to believe, even when he'd had several confirmed by reliable sources.

No. It would be much better to gather information from a fairly safe distance, and then leave his boss to make the decision.

Scene Eight - Suspicions
Justin Rush - Brujah
The Docks - San Diego
"Your associate was obviously targeted for a reason, especially as no-one else resided in that building. It was highly unlikely to have been a random attack." stated Luthor. Ethan added his conjecture that the exact nature of the wounds was intentionally confusing, and that it was their intention to put the matter to bed with the least amount of trouble.

"I'm sure you realise..." continued Luthor. "...that an obviously occult based murder perpetrated against one of your own businesses, and staff, is likely to bring entirely the wrong kind of attention to your door, and to this city..."

Ethan interrupted. "Sorry to be pedantic, but it likely wasn't an occult ritual, just arranged to look like one. Of course that doesn't change the most important point just raised by my colleague, that the attention drawn by these events could be... unfortunate..."

Apparently they had laboured the point enough to make Justin open up a little about his associate.

"He used to work security for one of the logistics firms by the airport, and in return for turning a a blind-eye to certain additions to a storage crate, I made sure he was looked after. I never met his bit on the side, or his family. His death is inconvenient as he still had airport access, which is useful as kindred are banned from entering the area themselves. Not that everyone seems to be obeying that particular directive..."

He left the comment hanging, and seemed to be seeing how all present reacted to the statement. Cecilia was the first to ask for clarification. Justin however was politically savvy enough to use the question to score a point.

"I'll discuss the matter with the Constable, not his messenger girl or conscripted investigators...this isn't something he'd want spread around anyway. It might undermine the Barons authority if it became common knowledge that her authority is being flaunted..."

Constance was obviously amused by the whole exchange, and was making no attempt to hide the fact.


Ethan decided to clarify the situation. "In terms of the investigation into this murder, our obligations are to the Baron, but any information passed to us that facilitates this, but comprises no threat to the Baron herself would be kept between us.  We have no desire to disrupt this Barony, nor impact upon the delicate nature of it's internal politics, and therefore would keep any confidences that these restrictions allow of us."

Justin's reply seemed to be phrased so as to minimise any implications that it was he who was flaunting Baron Tara's authority "The only effect it's had on me is that I can't access the airport at all. I have some mortals who work within the broad area of the airport, but they are not as reliable as blood-bound operative."

Sensing that Justin had reached the limit of what he was willing to share, the pair turned their attention to Constance. Sensing the change in focus, Constance spoke first.

"I hope my childer weren't rude. They aren't great at the social necessities, but they're handy to have around when someone needs tearing into little pieces..."  Her tone was conversational, but the implied threat clearly indicated that she was used to going on the offensive during negotiations.

'The Untamed', After "Tearing several people into little pieces"

Luthor attempted to use her statement to lead her into revealing more, but met with limited success. "The murders were particularly brutal. The victims weren't exactly torn into pieces, but the killer or killers certainly left a mess."

Ethan scanned the room, assessing the best way he might vacate it as rapidly as possible. In his opinion, baiting Constance might not be the best plan, and Luthor had been dangerously close to making an accusation

"I don't make a habit of murdering children...." Constance replied. "...and I definitely don't advertise myself to the Second Inquisition, in such a manner. If I wanted some mortal and his whore dead, it would be done without the theatrics...everyone and everything I ever killed met their ends far more... efficiently, than this..."

'Efficiently'

Ethan took note of the phrasing of the reply and immediately concluded that Constance probably had killed children, just not these particular ones. He filed this disturbing information away, then continued where Luthor had left off. Though he decided that he would be a little less accusatory.

"You make a very valid point when you refer to theatrics. Of all the kindred within this city, are you aware of anyone who would be inclined towards theatrics such as these? Perhaps there is a pattern of behaviour that might point us towards a suspect."

"No-one springs to mind." stated Constance, though Ethan was certain that someone sprang to her mind when children had been mentioned.

Luthor interjected "Perhaps it was personal, but it could also be professional. I can't help wondering that if the perpetrator might eliminate one person with access to the airport, that they might try to do it to others with similar interests. Though I suppose the same effect could be gained simply through a well placed bribe."

San Diego International Airport - At Night

Constance immediately discounted the latter of these possibilities. "My people are loyal, and though fear is a factor, they are also paid extremely well." She stood up as she spoke, and the strange kindred who still stood silently in one corner of the room took a step forward. Clearly Luthor and Ethan were being informed that it was time for them to leave.

Ethan's involvement in a number of operations involving death and murder had, as an unfortunate side effect, also bought him into contact with those for whom killing was second nature. He was sure that Constance was such an individual, but she also didn't strike him as impulsive, and she definitely wasn't stupid. The whole thing seemed too convoluted for her. In his opinion she would have either just had everyone murdered, either in person or by proxy, and then just got on with her night. The elaborate cover-up seemed out of character.

Of course Luthor decided he needed to get the last word in.

"You've both given us some information worthy of further investigation. However, I can't help but considering that, maybe, some other agent could be working to destabilise the hard work and effort of worthy kindred such as yourself as you continue to work in your own, and Baron Tara's service. If I was a competitor of yours myself, I might be someone who would come after you too.... Anyway, I'm sure it's nothing for you both to worry about."


Luthor's plan was to make them paranoid as possible about people being 'out to get them'. In his opinion, the more paranoid that they were, the more likely they would be to make mistakes by overreacting. Justin was clearly considering what Luthor had said, but Constance gave no indication that she felt threatened. Given that she had, in theory at least, the resources of both Aegis and the Oratory to call upon, she probably felt that she was fairly secure.

Apparently Constance had decided that the last words were going to be hers. "I'm sure I'll be fine. I don't have enemies... well... not for very long..."

As they turned to leave, Luthor offered Cecilia his arm, which she accepted.

"Did we accomplish anything in there?" she asked, once they were a safe distance from the building.

It was an excellent question.

Interlude - The Pack
Constance left moments after the investigators had left, and joined up with her childer.

"What did you think of them?" she asked.

"The pretty one was a harmless buffoon, and his boyfriend didn't look like he could fight his way out of a wet paper bag..." said Garrett, whose value system was entirely based on how proficient an individual was in a fight. Cole, who generally followed Garrett's lead, nodded his agreement.

Eleanor - Gangrel
'The Untamed' Oratory Pack
Eleanor, who was undoubtedly the smartest of the three, and arguably the most vicious, had a different opinion.

"They're cleverer than they look. I was listening to them during the meeting and they didn't seem harmless to me. The fact that the handsome one made you think they were, tells me that he knows how to play the fool when it suits him. The other one was observing everything and everyone. They're a pack of two, and we all know that a pack is greater than the sum of it's parts. Plus I did a little checking up..."

Constance raised an eyebrow. Her childer weren't exactly known for their cognitive skills. She'd have to keep a closer eye on Eleanor in case she got any ideas above her station. Nonetheless, she allowed her childe to continue.

"...their boss in L.A. is basically running the place now and all his people are well trained, and respected. I doubt he's started hiring fucking idiots all of a sudden..."

Constance had heard enough.

"We'll keep an eye on them, but we have larger concerns at the moment. We have a logistics operation to bring under Oratory control."

Eleanor stopped talking. 'Oratory', meant Aegis, and that meant Constance's boss Marius would be showing an interest in their progress. Her own interest in the upstart investigators would have to be put on the back-burner. At least, for now.

"What's next then?" she asked.

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To Be Continued in 'Galerie Sanguine: San Diego (Part Three)'

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Storytellers Conclusions
I sometimes like to do a round-up of how the session went in these features but if you couldn't give a shit what I think then feel free to skip this bit....

The players skirted the line between information gathering and outright accusations with enough skill to avoid getting their characters killed... but only just. let's hope they're as successful next session.

Song Lyrics
Also, the quote in the header is from the following song, should any-one be interested.


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Further Acknowledgements
Portions of the materials are the copyrights and trademarks of White Wolf Entertainment AB, and are used with permission. All rights reserved.

I've used pictures of real people to represent some of the characters and art for others so in no particular order Luthor Constantine is Michele Morrone Michael, Ethan Holst is Bryan Cranston, Cecilia Baird is Lynn Gunn, Absalom Hood is Jamie Dornan, Tara Kearney is Melissa Rauch, Garrett is John Rawls, Cole is Danny Huston, Cameron 'Cockroach' Roach is Henry Rollins, The 'Unknown Observer' is Tyler Mane, Justin Rush is Armie Hammer, Constance Carson is Dina Meyer and Eleanor is Megan Franich.

Everything else is from vampire related folders and searches and is as far as I know is all of the 'fair use' variety. If there's something that you feel should be attributed to some-one then feel free to let me know and I'll happily add an acknowledgement.

Friday 15 September 2023

Vampire the Masquerade - V5 - Session One - Galerie Sanguine: San Diego

I'm currently running a Vampire the Masquerade chronicle using the 5th Edition rule-set for a small group of fellow role-players.


Our primary chronicle is set in Los Angeles and features a small group of Camarilla agents sent into the 'Free States' to bring them back under Camarilla control. This however is the second one of several planned interludes which will centre on the expansion of Baron Michael Tomassio's 'Galerie Sanguine' franchise to other domains.
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The now obligatory warning bit - These session write-ups will contain swearing, sexual references and other references that might offend. There are however a list of potential triggers listed before the introduction. I've also used actual photographs to represent some characters which I'll give acknowledgements to at the end if I've any idea who they are.
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Links to our main campaign, with a summary of each session can be found HERE.
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Links
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The PC's
Luthor Constantine - The Ministry, Conspiracy Debunker
Ethan Holst - Samedi, Mortician

Luthor Constantine and Ethan Holst

Chronicle Tenet - "Don't bite the hand that feeds you."

The Storyteller
As everyone else...

If I think something needs a bit of out of character explanation then those will get a storytellers note that will helpfully be in red. Introductory pieces that I read to the group are in Blue. Where particular NPC's have a mention in a faction profile you will be able to reach it by clicking on their name or faction beneath their picture.

Trigger Warnings for This Session: Blood (Obviously), Familicide, Occultism, Suicide

Introduction
Michael Tomassio - Toreador Baron
San Diego's kindred politics are dangerous to navigate. The cities Baron is notoriously unpredictable, and her inner circle have a loyalty to her bordering on fanaticism.

With this in mind, Michael Tomassio, Arbiter of the Anarch Council of Los Angeles and founder of the Galerie Sanguine franchise, has decided that what he needs in San Diego are problem solvers, rather than artists. Therefore the artistic aspects of his San Diego branch will be dealt with by mortals, rather than kindred, and the kindred politics will be dealt with by agents with more appropriate skills.

Ethan Holst, a Samedi mortician with a side-line in cleaning up crime-scenes, and Luthor Constantine, a con-man with ties to the more religiously orientated Ministry members within the city, were deemed to have the skills needed to keep the Galerie Sanguine running smoothly. Both are ambitious in their own way, and though they have very different methods of solving problems, they work surprisingly well together

Scene One - Emissary
Cassie Rosales - 'Free' Ventrue
Emissary to Baron Tara of San Diego
Cassie Rosales, the emissary for Baron Tara, had made an appearance at the gallery, along with the cities constable, Absalom Hood. They had informed the mortal staff at the gallery that they required to speak with Ethan and Luthor immediately. The manager at the Galerie Sanguine had been personally appointed by Michael Tomassio and was well aware of the nature of her employer and his agents, so took the request in her stride.

Cassie got straight to the point "It is my understanding that you both have a history with problem resolution?"

Ethan decided to air on the side of caution with his reply. "That's one of our duties that's required of us, when the situation necessitates it." Luthor was more direct. "We know our way around problem solving, sure. Do you need our help with something?"

The pair exchanged a brief look, it was obvious that they were about to get volunteered for something, whether they liked it or not.

"Your Baron requires a small service of you..." began Cassie "...A body has been discovered and the murder scene is ritualistic in nature. Tara would like one of the Clan of Death to examine the scene to, hopefully, reassure us that there is no kindred involvement in their death. Should you be able to do this then she would not be ungrateful. It's not far from here so it would also be in your best interests to confirm this for yourselves, one would imagine?"

"The crime occurred in an apartment attached to a business venture with kindred associations and so subtlety is required, as well as some measure of haste. Before I give you the details, Absalom has something to say..."

Absalom Hood - Brujah
'Constable' of San Diego
Absalom was an imposing presence and had a reputation for direct action against any threats to his Baron. He rarely spoke, but when he did it was wise to pay attention. Like Cassie, he too was direct in his approach. Apparently you didn't rise through the ranks in San Diego through subtlety.

"You find any sign of kindred involvement, and you let me know immediately. I've had a quick look myself but that occult crap means fuck all to me...." He then reached into his pocket and produced a cheap burner phone.

"Send me a message or ring me using that phone, and that phone only. Avoid kindred terminology if you can, the line is secure but it never hurts to air on the side of not getting dragged to a Blacksite by the Second Inquisition, and I'll deal with it from there if there are any complications."

Both Ethan and Luthor had a fair idea about how Absalom might 'deal' with those complications and both decided to ensure that neither of them fell into that category. Ethan was already working out what he might need to take with him to facilitate the investigation. Luthor meanwhile was more concerned about how the situation could be turned to his advantage. When the Baron, Emissary and Constable of a city were asking you for a favour, then the rewards could be considerable.

Carrie then gave Ethan an address in the nearby district of Point Loma Heights, and two keys.

"Any pertinent questions?"

The pair had several, and over the next few minutes ascertained that the authorities had yet to become involved, that the body had been discovered by 'a local' who it became obvious that they weren't going to be told the identity of, and that the kindred associated with the business would also be remaining a mystery for now. "I can..." added Ethan. "...dispose of any bodies that might need to disappear..."

Storytellers Note - Ethan's player has the Oblivion power 'Ashes to Ashes' which allows him to dissolve a corpse by adding a small amount of his vitae to it.

Absalom stated that he'd keep the offer in mind should it become necessary.

Interlude - Trust Issues
Absalom Hood's Personal Transport
Tara's representatives returned to Absalom's transport where his own people were waiting, he turned to Cassie and repeated the question he'd asked her before they'd arrived.

"Are you sure that these kindred are trustworthy enough for this task?"

Cassie knew that Absalom was suspicious of everyone, even her, and that his first response to betrayal was invariably fatal to the betrayer.

"Them?.. No..." replied Cassie. "...their employer however, would not have made them responsible for one of his projects unless they had the necessary skills, and a reasonable certain set of moral standards that governed their actions."

Absalom was one of only three kindred within the city who knew Cassie's true name and origins, and so was also aware that she had some personal bias towards the founder of the Galerie Sanguine, Michael Tomassio.

"Just because he prevented your destruction..." replied Absalom. "...doesn't mean he didn't have a personal agenda for doing so. You talk about him like he's a fucking saint..."

Marius Walker - 'Shape of the Beasts Wrath'
Arla, or Cassie as she was now known, decided to frame the conversation in terms Absalom was more likely to appreciate. "He also managed to persuade Marius 'The Wolf Spider' Walker to go along with his plan, and my survival was part of those terms."

"He faced off against one of the scariest bastards in L.A. and convinced him to spare me. Can you imagine yourself taking that risk?.. for anyone?...I should also add that he was a nine foot tall demonic bat for most of that evening..."

Absalom conceded the point. "You better be fucking right..." he concluded. "...cuz you'll be taking the fucking blame if this goes to shit..."

Cassie merely nodded in reply as she had expected nothing less. She'd begun to have a few suspicions about Absalom, specifically that he was a lot better at kindred politics than he wanted others to believe.

Absalom kept his gaze upon Cassie as she entered the vehicle. "This one..." he thought to himself "...is a little too smart for her own good...." He'd have to have her activities monitored, and he had just the kindred in mind for the job.

Scene Two - The Free Clinic
Luthor Constantine's 'Acquired' Vehicle
They decided to take Ethan Holst's car as it was far more functional and less obvious than Luthor's considerably flashier sports car. Luthor had acquired the vehicle in a confidence con that had inadvertently involved another kindred and their ghoul, and had made himself an enemy in the process. 

Of course he could have resolved the issue by giving it back, but that solution had, for some reason, never occurred to him.

Being the more practical of the two, Ethan suggested that they pretended to be professional cleaners. An easy cover for the Samedi as he had a legitimate business doing exactly that. He also had a plethora of warning signs used to put off curious visitors who might think twice about entering an area containing poisonous fumes or acidic chemicals. He also took with him overalls and protective clothing so as to further lend credence to the ruse. Needles to say, Luthor wasn't a fan of the 'look like a cleaner' part of the plan.

The Free Clinic - San Diego
Ethan also had several alternate adhesive signs for his vehicle with a selection of completely fictional companies on them. He also had a box of number plates acquired from various clean-up jobs, but decided that such precautions would be unnecessary on this occasion.

The apartment specified was above a modern looking free clinic outside of which were various well designed and eye-catching signs appealing for donations of blood. That a kindred might have interests in such a concern wasn't much of a surprise. It wouldn't be the first time that a blood drive had been used as a cover for feeding.

A security camera outside had been vandalised at some point, it's lens thoroughly and completely smashed. Several street lights had similar damage despite the area itself seeming to be fairly free of detritus, graffiti and the other signs of an area prone to crime. Quite the opposite, in fact the area was quite upmarket and the clinic itself was well lit, it was just the approach to it that had been compromised.

Both noted that several of the signs had  the logo of Aegis Medical is in one corner. So they concluded that this was either a business of Aegis's, or something set up by them for someone else. Given the involvement of both Tara's Emissary, and Constable, it seemed likely to them that it belonged to Tara or someone close to her.

A quick bit of research by Ethan revealed that a charitable organisation, funded by Aegis, ran blood drives around the city and had received some public support from the Mayor, who they knew was in Tara's pocket. Though not one hundred percent conclusive, this did strongly indicate that their assumption that this was a project of Tara's, was likely correct.

Ethan's extensive experience with crime scenes also led him to believe that the vandalism was certainly an attempt to cover an approach to the building by someone with criminal intent, as otherwise the damage was in no way in keeping with the area the clinic was based in.

After giving up trying to find a way to wear the overalls that still made him look 'cool', Luthor settled for rolling up the sleeves and wearing his sunglasses instead of the provided goggles. Ethan made no comment as just getting his associate to put the overalls on at all was a win as far as he was concerned.

"It might be possible to learn who broke that camera if we can access the footage..." theorized Ethan. "...though they'd have to be an idiot, or careless, or both..." Luthor considered this for a moment before replying. "You find out where the footage goes, and I'm sure I can persuade someone there to hand it over..."

Interlude - 'Cleo'
Cleo's Prostitutes and Blood Dolls
Absalom entered the brothel through the side entrance. The bouncer recognised him and made no attempt to bar his progress. One of his predecessors had made that mistake, and he had no desire to suffer the same fate. "She's in her office..." he stated, while avoiding making eye-contact. Tara's 'Constable' ignored him, he already knew exactly where he was going.

Several of Cleo's girls were smoking in one of the rear waiting rooms as it had evidently been a quiet night. These he actually bothered to acknowledge as he had used several as blood dolls in the past, and would probably need to do so in the future.

They responded to his attention with practiced smiles, before their attention returned to their cigarettes and small talk.

He continued unopposed to the top floor but decided, in the interest of diplomacy, to knock before entering the office. "Enter, Mr Hood..." said a sultry voice from within, "....my doors are always open for you..."

Cleo, was a rare beauty. Her features were perfect, she had the poise of a supermodel, and the figure to match. She was lounging on a velvet couch, and gestured to a seat opposite her, which Absalom took. Most of the sex workers and sex trade within San Diego were under Cleo's control, and she had contacts in every level of society, both legitimate and not.

'Cleo' - Kindred Madam
As was his way, he got straight to the point. "I need you to have some of your people follow someone and let me know what they're up to. It needs to be done with subtlety as the target is quite important..." Absalom placed a card upon one of the coffee tables, with several addresses written on it. "...they'll be at one of these locations..."

Cleo raised her head slightly to look at the card, but left it where it was. "You're using me, instead of Blackwell, because he would report to Tara first and you second, and the first question asked would be 'why are you keeping tabs on the Barons Emissary?'" Absalom decided that a reply was unnecessary. Cleo had summed up the situation perfectly. "Fine..." stated Cleo after a moments consideration. "...but this is going to cost you extra."

One of Absalom's burner phones vibrated, and he looked at the message, swore, then once more addressed Cleo. "I have one more favour to ask..." continued Absalom. "...it's going to be along night and I probably won't get time to feed..."

"I'll throw that in for free..." replied Cleo. "...use one of the lazy bitches you passed on the way up. They aren't making me any money tonight so they might as well be useful for something..."

Scene Three - The Scene of the Crime
Old Damage, New Locks
The apartment's were accessed from a stairway in an alleyway alongside the clinic. The doors lock had been very recently replaced by a larger version. Where the wood had been previously splintered could be seen behind it as the new security measure didn't quite conceal the damage behind it. From the cracks in the wood it looked like someone had previously opened it with their foot. Unfortunately, when this had happened wasn't immediately apparent.

A second lock had also been added. As this showed no sign of damage, it seemed likely that it was added after the previous encounter between the door and someone's boot.

The keys they had been given fit the two locks perfectly.

"Did Absalom say where he got these keys?.." asked Luthor "...because if he had them all along then this is definitely one of Tara's places..."

The furniture within had been moved as close to the rooms walls as possible so as to free up the floor space. A carpet had been rolled up and propped in one corner. Judging from the ragged edges and remnants still on the floor, this had been accomplished quickly, or with very little care.

A poor attempt at a Warding Circle...
The floor space now contained a ritual circle surrounded by arcane symbols and words. It had been drawn in charcoal, but a significant section was missing. Judging from the lines of black in this area, something was dragged out towards the bathroom, their heels smudging out the markings as they were moved. Despite the damage, Ethan could reasonably extrapolate what the original might have looked like. 

The trail led to the bathroom...

Ethan had a closer look at the markings, and was unimpressed. The symbols were from warding rituals of various kinds but weren't even close to the correct configuration to actual defend anyone.

Even if they had been correctly drawn, they would have needed to be transcribed in blood, or vitae, and would have disappeared once activated.

Luthor pushed open the bathroom door, and both kindred looked within.

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A woman lay dead in several inches of water that was now stained crimson with her blood. Her wrists had been slashed and the cuts also extended up her forearm. A kitchen knife lay on the floor adjacent to the bath, it was also covered in blood. Her body had various symbols cut into it which, like the ones in the living room, weren't even close to being correctly aligned to make a ritual work.

A bloody bathroom - Vampire attack?
There were also other marks on the woman's wrists and ankles, possibly she had been bound at some point with rope. To someone with a vague knowledge of kindred, this scene would certainly draw attention, but an actual kindred with knowledge of blood sorcery would see through it, as Ethan had. Worryingly, the Second Inquisition would certainly be drawn here should the scene hit the media.

While Ethan investigated the scene, Luthor began a search of the rest of the apartment. The bedroom contained clothing, both a man's and a woman's, and the items in the bathroom also seemed to indicate a male and female occupant.

"A sloppy attempt at subterfuge..." commented Ethan. "...none of these rituals would have worked."

Luthor, who wasn't new to scenes of suicide, due to his clans occasional tendency to push a victim a little to hard towards acts that they subsequently regretted, had some opinions about the blade work. "The knife matches the wounds on the wrists, but not the other stuff..." he remarked.

Ethan had initially arrived at the same conclusion, but a closer examination had convinced him otherwise. "No... they just pressed harder on the cuts to the wrists. You can see some bruising..." Luthor didn't bother to argue. The Samedi was generally correct about such things.

Before they could discuss the matter further, and in direct contradiction to their earlier instructions that it was they who were to ring Absalom, not the other way around, their burner phone rang.

"What did you find?"

Ethan could detect the urgency in Absalom's voice so quickly gave him an overview of the situation, including Luthor's opinion that the apartment was shared.

This didn't surprise Absalom, as his reply indicated. "I think we've found the flatmate, more correctly the dead woman in the bath was his bit on the side. I'll send you the address. One of the sweepers will be waiting for you, Rowan probably, I think Skinner is dealing with something else. Don't hang about..."

The specified address was a mere thirty minutes away in Point Loma.

"We're needed again..." commented Ethan.

Interlude - Eyes and Ears
The kindred swore as he saw movement on the stairs. 

The device wasn't concealed anywhere near as well as he would have liked, and he much preferred to wire such devices directly into the vehicles own electrical system rather than place them externally. 

GPS Tracking Device
To make matters worse, one of the fuckers was apparently Samedi and those guys could do all sorts of weird shit. Hopefully seeing things that weren't actually there didn't translate to detecting surveillance devices as well.

He rolled from under the vehicle and faded from sight as he moved into cover behind a nearby wall. Though invisible to mortal eyes, other kindred were often sensitive to such abilities and so he deemed it best to get some physical cover between himself and the two investigators that Absalom had dragged into the situation.

As the pair drove away, the observer tested the receiver and was relieved when he discovered that the signal was strong, and that he had a clear indicator of direction and distance. Once he handed the device over to the other agent he could get on with the other job his boss had given him. If this had been a Camarilla domain then all this sneaking about would have been unnecessary, but unfortunately he, his allies, and their leader, had no authority here. For now at least.

He hated dealing with Anarch domains, almost as much as he disliked problems that couldn't be solved by cutting somethings heart out. And now here he was, sneaking about like a fucking Nos, spying on a zombie raiser and a corrupter of foolish mortals. This wasn't even supposed to be his task, but the boss had sent the other two on some other task and that just left him.


"Fucking Anarchs..." he muttered to himself as he headed back to his own vehicle, only to notice an opportunist thief trying unsuccessfully to break into it. He loosened his blade in it's scabbard and smiled to himself. Maybe this evening would provide some entertainment after all.

Scene Four - More Victims, More Clues
Rowan Barnes - Gangrel
Sweeper for San Diego
One of the cities census-takers, presumably Rowan, was waiting for them at the new location. Rowan was a hardy looking man, embraced in his early thirties, practically dressed in jeans, t-shirt and a jacket. The hilt of a hunting knife could be seen on his belt. 

"You're the art guys, right?"

"Amongst many other talents..." replied Luthor.
 
"Absalom wants to keep this as close to the Barons entourage as possible, but as your already involved, I guess your both now deputised..." Rowan's smile was one of amusement, not malice, it seemed that he found the idea of them both being 'volunteered' as somehow funny.

The building was an old, solidly constructed, apartment building. A large billboard on the outside showed a picture of the building, modernised and expanded, and announced a renovation project that was to begin in a few months time. The majority of the building looked to be empty and it seemed that the downstairs flat was the last set of rooms due to be emptied of residents.

The door to one of the downstairs flats had been removed from its hinges by a powerful blow, taking a cheap lock with it. Absalom was waiting for them inside.

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A man, wearing nothing more than a pair of boxer shorts, lay dead, sprawled across a cheap and well worn sofa. His throat has been torn out in what looked very much like an animal attack. A beer can had spilled it's contents on the floor and the television was still on, a repeat of some sporting event was showing, though the sound had been muted.

"He was the caretaker. Apparently he'd been given permission to remain until refurbishment began, and then temporary residents and his old job back when the project was complete. He must have had friends in the company because that's a hell of a deal..."

"It gets messier..." warns the Constable...

There are three more dead in the property. A woman, presumably attempting to escape, had almost made it to the back door before a powerful blow to her back shattered her spine. Her throat was also damaged, and the paleness of the corpse, relative to the tiny crimson pool around it, led them to believe she had been drained of her lifeblood.

"The bedroom is the worst, but I need you to look...." continued Absalom. He seemed almost apologetic. When they entered the room they understand why.

The two young children, a boy and a girl, were sitting upright in bed, as if placed there like toy dolls. Both had an expression of pure terror on their dead faces. Both also had the twin marks that horror fans associate with vampire attacks, upon their necks.

Delilah Moreno - Gangrel Sweeper
"They might as well have put up a fucking sign saying 'here be vampires'..." muttered Rowan, who had entered the room behind them.

Another kindred, who hadn't introduced themselves, was examining a selection of personal belongings laid out on a low coffee table. She had been watching them out of the corner of her eye since they arrived at the scene. "Who the fuck are these pair?" she asked Absalom, despite them standing right next to her.

"This unsociable bitch is Delilah..." began Absalom. "...please introduce yourselves to her while I work out how the fuck we clean up this scene do it doesn't look like a vampire movie was being filmed here..."

The pair introduced themselves to an unimpressed Delilah, who eventually bothered to ask them about the other scene. Ethan summarised the situation. "There's a lot of things there that make no sense at all. Charcoal isn't used to make warding circles for one, the wounds seem staged, it's just inconsistent, almost rushed..."

Luthor interrupted Ethan's report. "I think Absalom is in a hurry for us to take a closer look at the dead kids..."

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Ethan closely investigated the puncture wounds. "These don't look like a vampire made them. They might have been drained with a syringe. It also doesn't look like they've lost enough blood to kill them."

They had Absalom's attention now, and so Ethan continued.

"The deaths of the adults seems quite brutal, the children, not so much. It's possible they could have been injected with poison using same hole that blood was taken out. That would explain the precise nature of the wounds, their skin colouration and the fact that the blood loss was insufficient to bring about their deaths. In fact the children seem to have been killed far more humanely than their parents."

Luthor interjected "So whoever did this was more humane than they gave away? and pussied out when it came to the kids? That still doesn't explain why they'd point the murders at kindred. And why this family?"

"A personal connection?" theorized Ethan. 

"Well they murdered his mistress too so that tracks." added Luthor "Still doesn't explain why they'd want to gain all this kindred attention."

Absalom had his own input too. "Much of what you're suggesting implies multiple attackers."

Justin Rush - Brujah Smuggler
"Yes..." replied Ethan "...but that still leaves a lot of possibilities. We can't rule out ghouls, either guided by their regnant's or unbound ones. Though if they were vampires one could do it if they had the right abilities and disciplines, but if mortals did this then we would definitely be talking about multiple assailants."

While the discussion continued, Luthor began to look through the victims belongings that Delilah had scattered over the table. It was of no surprise to anyone who knew him that the first item he selected to examine was the victims wallet.

"Is this one of Justin Rush's businesses?" asked Luthor. "I only mention it because the dead guy has one of his business cards in his wallet..."

This last observation received no reply from Absalom who had just received another message

"We've been summoned by the boss. She wants a report and we haven't a lot to tell her other than that it's a fucking mess..."

It seemed that a visit to the notoriously unpredictable Baron of San Diego was in their near future.

Interlude - As Above, So Below
'Cleo' - Nosferatu
Mistress of the Sex Trade of San Diego
Cleo made her way to the brothel's basement and opened an armoured door to which she had the only key. 

The room was soundproofed, with a drain in it's centre, beneath a heavy railing from which chains and manacles hung. These were currently unoccupied as Cleo had a full compliment of playthings from which to feed, well secured within her haven below the city deep within the warrens.

She removed her expensive clothing and placed each item carefully in a wardrobe set into the rooms right-hand side. As soon as she had shed her garments, she also dispensed with the illusionary mask which hid her true features.

Cleo was not as hideously deformed as some of her clan, her skin was dark and rough, her hair consisted of dreadlocks, intermingled with some scaly patches, and her eyes glowed white, like an animals might appear when light reflected from them, but she could pass for human if she covered herself up.

However, she always compared herself to the beauty she was before, and in that regard she considered her current appearance to be hideous, in comparison at least.

At the rooms rear was a second, equally secure, door that led to a long stone staircase that descended deep into the sewers. Unselfconscious in her nakedness, she blended with the darkness and disappeared into the warrens of San Diego without making a single sound. As she moved towards her base beneath the city, her childer emerged from the darkness one by one and joined their sire.

No-one above had any concept of what she was creating below the city. Soon all beneath the surface would be hers and her rival Blackwell would be allowed to join her as her second or be destroyed. Preferably the latter.

Scene Five - The Baron of San Diego
Absalom's instructions to Ethan and Luthor had been very specific.

"You two tag along, but don't talk unless she asks you a question, or I prompt you. She's going to be pissed off as it is without anyone making it fucking worse..."

Tara's base was currently a hundred million dollar, hilltop home amongst some of the most luxurious mansions in San Diego. Security was discrete, but state of the art, and the more kindred friendly aspects of it's internal layout were alleged to have been designed by the famed Malkavian architect Dillan Fitzgerald. The building itself had been modified, modernised and extended by Aegis Construction, presumably in return for boons and favours for Marius's business interests within the city. Though the building looked open plan from the outside, clever design had left many hidden and sheltered areas deep within and the whole structure was deceptively secure.

The head of security for Tara's haven introduced himself as Mr Duffy and might as well have been wearing a sign around his neck that said 'Former special forces soldier'.

Jude Duffy - Ghoul of Tara
Chief of Security for Baron Tara
As the group were escorted through the building, staff could be clearly seen going about their duties within. To the casual observer this looked like the servants who might be working in any such place, but rumour had it that they were all blood dolls of varying resonances, depending on what 'flavour' their mistress desired that evening.

The basement of Tara's home contained a meeting room of sorts. The ornate table had half a dozen chairs around it, one of which was considerably more ornate than the others. It is on this chair that Tara Kearney, Baron of San Diego awaited them, though some whispered that she'd prefer the title 'Prince' .

Her voice was soft and without a hint of menace, but the eyes painted a far different picture. They constantly moved between those in the room, then to the doorway, and then back again. Both were aware that hyper-awareness was a sign of paranoia or PTSD. Given Tara's recent experiences, in her case it might well be both.

"Why those locations? It's not a coincidence is it?" asked Tara, the movement they approached the table.

As Absalom begins to speak, Tara quietened him with a raised hand. "I'd like to hear the perspective of an outsider looking in, or two in this case." Her attention turned to Luthor and Ethan. "What do you think is going on?

She then started to tap on the table with a ring containing a dark red stone, the broken rhythm almost sounded like Morse code. Ethan wasn't sure whether this was subconscious or a deliberate attempt to make those speaking to her uncomfortable. Either way it was irritating in the extreme.

Tara Kearney - Brujah
Baron/Prince of San Diego
Ethan went first, as Luthor had been distracted by some of the more expensive of the mansions ornaments. The Samedi dearly hoped that Luthor hadn't pocketed any of them on the way through Tara's home.

"As you know this is an ongoing investigation and is at the early stages, however, neither of us believe that these attacks can, with any level of certainty, be blamed upon kindred. Not all of the puncture marks were have inflicted by fangs, several were morel likely made by the insertion of a syringe. All in all these scenes seems like part of an elaborate ruse. The ritualistic marks from the first site were ineffective and wrong, a performance if you will. That the two sites had a connection is certain, that it is merely the relationship between the victims is not necessarily the only one, there may be other facts yet to come to light."

Luthor then added his own observations.

"My professional acquaintance has gotten to the crux of this. I find it interesting that the janitor had been killed, as well as his mistress, one or the other would have been sufficient o create this 'vampire killer' idea. Whoever had done this also clearly felt they had overstepped the line with the children and this is a moral aspect that fits poorly with the other facts."

Luthor was clearly aware of the difference between right and wrong, he was just of the opinion that the rules didn't always necessarily apply to himself if they were an inconvenience. He automatically assumed that any kindred with a modicum of common sense felt the same way.

As Tara spoke it became apparent that she had only absorbed the information that confirmed what she already believed. "It seems obvious then that someone is trying to draw attention to parts of the city associated with myself. There is no doubt in my mind that those traitors are inhabitants of this city. Who else would have such knowledge?"


"Absalom! You must find these wretches and punish them for me. Start with the thinbloods, they can't be trusted, I can feel them plotting against me. They'll have allies too...that pair who protect them Josef and Sapphire, they'll be in on the scheme to undermine me..."

"May I also offer an alternate viewpoint?" Interjected Luthor.

Ethan took a step backwards and made sure he knew where the exits were. Absalom had warned them against talking unless specifically addressed. Tara grew quiet, and very still. Even the tapping of her ring ceased.

Conspiracy Theories?
"You might well be correct..." began Luthor, either ignoring the warning signs, or just not noticing them. "...but the last thing you want to do is accidentally overlook something. Absalom and Delilah have discovered that Justin Rush had some involvement with the victim, he could be involved in the killings too. It would be a shame if a pre-emptive attack on one group allowed a second, or even a third to escape justice..."

Considering the fact that he considered himself a debunker of conspiracy theories, Ethan could apparently invent some just as quickly.

Tara remained quiet for a few more moments, even Absalom seemed unsure about what her next move might be. Then she spoke again, this time her tone was more measured.

"This one may be right, this could be part of a much larger conspiracy to undermine my position as leader. Many are jealous of me, and believe themselves to be better suited to rule. Preposterous of course. None in this city are more suited to the throne than myself..." she then turned to Absalom. "...this one has some useful insights, his assistant too. They will continue to help you in the hunt for those who would dare to commit treason against me..."

Ethan chose to ignore being described as 'Luthor's assistant', despite doing most of the investigative work. He was also was sure that separating themselves from these events was now impossible. Currently they were two of only a handful of kindred who Tara didn't suspect of treason. He imagined that crossing that line might be very simple indeed, and the consequences were not likely to be conducive to a long and happy unlife. Tara was clearly a dangerous, paranoid lunatic.

Luthor on the other hand, was already calculating the benefits of being on the side of the Baron. Her paranoia could be focussed and used to their benefit and should the situation change, then he'd just switch sides. 

They were almost out of the chamber when Baron Tara spoke once more.

"Find them, find them all..."

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Storytellers Conclusions
I sometimes like to do a round-up of how the session went in these features but if you couldn't give a shit what I think then feel free to skip this bit....

That's things set up nicely. The players are already deep into their paranoid conjecture and I'm busy tweaking the next session based on those. These things are, after all, meant to be collaborative, right?

Song Lyrics
Also, the quote in the header is from the following song, should any-one be interested.


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Further Acknowledgements
Portions of the materials are the copyrights and trademarks of White Wolf Entertainment AB, and are used with permission. All rights reserved.

I've used pictures of real people to represent some of the characters and art for others so in no particular order Luthor Constantine is Michele Morrone Michael, Ethan Holst is Bryan Cranston, Michael Tomassio is Matt Bomer, Cassie Rosales is Claudia Black, Absalom Hood is Jamie Dornan, Cleo is Bella Hadid, Rowan Barnes is Ben Foster, Delilah Monroe is Marg Helgenberger, Justin Rush is Armie Hammer, Jude Duffy is Luke Evans, Tara Kearney is Melissa Rauch, Josef Moyer is Sterling K Brown and Sapphire Khan is Uzo Aduba,

Everything else is from vampire related folders and searches and is as far as I know is all of the 'fair use' variety. If there's something that you feel should be attributed to some-one then feel free to let me know and I'll happily add an acknowledgement.

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