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Topic: What Dreams Become
Subject: Hate hate Hate
Ever had one of those nights when you just don't wana wake up? You get the distinct feeling that today will be a very bad day, that you will regret ever putting a foot out of bed. This was one of those nights.. Ren's eyes went wide open at the same moment as every other night but for the first time in a very long while he really wanted nothing more than to just close them again and sleep a couple of weeks away. But sadly, that was not a luxury he could allow himself. The last few weeks had been eventful, he had brought the local gangs under his heel without breaking a sweat. He was now working hard turning them from street rabble into respectable men of the trade. His force of more experienced men had never been as large and strong either after all the men he had gotten from London. Not only that but contractors where working on his home every day, working hard to reinforce his home from intrusion of any kind.
So why on earth did he feel like things would get really messy really soon? Why did he feel like he was walking towards the executioners block with every step he took?
"Get up, quit hiding from the shadows you see in every corner, get up, quit bitching and win the world.."
He virtually growled at himself as he rose up from his resting place and walked towards a big wardrobe in one end of the room. It was filled with clothes of every kind and fashion, being an Invictus he was allowed, or even expected to be slightly eccentric when it came to his dressing style. It took him more than half an hour to get dressed and ready, his body didn't sweat so he didn't really need to shower as often but he did non the less. In the end he walked out of the bedroom and into the VIP room of his club where two of his men stood.. Or rather sat guard. Although they did have the common sense to jump to their feet the very moment Ren walked into the room, the gesture of lazy and carelessness annoyed him greatly.
The club was slowly filling up beneath him even though the night had barely started yet, and despite the fact that it was a week day. Business was blooming, he was stronger than ever before, everything was going way to bloody smoothly.
"Now what shall this night bring i wonder.."
He said with a solemn voice
Posted on 2008-01-15 at 23:25:05.
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Topic: What Dreams Become
Subject: Black Plague
There where many things Ren would rather have seen as he walked into his apartment. That including a sledge hammer speeding towards his face and a gang of vampire hunters. At least they probably wouldn’t stink the place up as much as this, filthy creature. For a short moment he just stood there and stared, he was furious, outraged, he didn’t even hear the first few things Maxwell said to him, to great was his anger. But thankfully it didn’t take him too long to regain control, and force his emotions as far down into the depths of his soul as he could. A polite smile crossed his face, it was slightly forced and rigid compared to his normal flawless faked smile but seeing how he wanted nothing more than to tear out the man’s windpipe that wasn’t a small accomplishment.
“And standing in my apartment with weapons draw really isn’t nice, could you please Ask your men to put those away”
Ren said, weaving his gift of domination into his words as soon as he go eye contact. His was voice calm and polite though it carried an edge to it that clearly showed that he did not appreciate this gesture of hostility. With a wave of his hand he then sent his own men away as he walked toward the bar on the other side of the room. Normally he would have kept as many men as he could around him in a situation like this but since he doubted his men would go against Maxwell at his command.
“So what brings you here? And.. do you want a drink?”
Ren said, smiling slightly as he positioned himself behind the bar, feeling slightly more secure by the illusion of cover the wooden thing created in his mind. As well as giving him a sense of separation from the black filth that now occupied this room. He knew that the man before him was one of the most powerful mortals in Britain, he knew the man could undoubtedly bring him to his final death if he so chose although his unholy nature might be able to save him. But no matter how he tried to look at the man as his boss and superior, he never saw anything but a bloody monkey in a suit. A nice suit admittedly, but no matter how you dress a nigger up, he in the end is nothing but a bloody monkey.
“One day.. I’m going to take everything you own, and I’m going to kill you..”
Ren thought as he let his fingers trail over a decorated handgun he kept behind the bar, trying his best and failing at remembering what kind of rounds it was loaded with. But he guessed they where hollow points, hoping he wouldn’t have to fire them anytime soon.
((Ren Uses dominate on Maxwell, the bold letters being the "Command" He enforced))
Posted on 2008-01-12 at 05:18:51.
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Topic: Random Acts of kindness
Subject: Uhm
I would do this but..
Sadly acts of kindness from me are followed by a horrifying allergic response.. Its really messy.. Almost as bad as what i get when i enter churches..
Posted on 2008-01-09 at 08:40:35.
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Topic: What Dreams Become
Subject: So much to do, so little time
Ren took a few deep breaths as Dorian walked out of the shabby old pub before doing anything, he really couldn’t risk making any bad judgments at this point. He was dancing a dangerous dance here, a single slip could end up in him getting a bit more tanned than he preferred.
“Thomas.. Get in here.”
He called out after his short break and a couple of moments later a short man came walking into the pub. He was wearing a fine pressed black suit, a white shirt and a fashionable black tie. But that didn’t do very much to diminish how gray and old this man looked. He was only in his late fifties but he looked more like he was in his late seventies even though it was quite obvious he hadn’t yet lost much of his youthful strength.
“You called for me Sir?”
He said, his voice sounding even older than he looked as he walked close enough to Ren for a decent conversation. But as much as Ren would have loved to talk to the old man, who was really the only one in his gang who was old enough to understand the slightest bit about the way he thought, he really had no time.
“I need you to trail that man Dorian Grey, find out everything about him you can and I cannot press how important it is that you don’t get noticed… Go!”
Ren said in his normal soft but commanding voice as he waved the man away, waiting until he had left the pub before he moved towards the door himself. It was at times like these that he was thankful for his loss of humanity, if his emotions where all as intense as they had been when he was alive he probably couldn’t even function right now. Not after virtually selling away his life. Absent-mindedly he took his Blackberry out of his pocket and went online to check his assets. For a horrible moment there was nothing, his accounts where the same as ever before, but only a couple of seconds later the numbers started changing. And they where changing at such a rate that Ren couldn’t help but grin widely, but this really wouldn’t do. The money trail was well covered but he had no doubts this flow of cash would be noticed and he would have a lot to explain.
“This will not do, I’ve already jumped into the rabbits hole, that won’t be changed. But I could at least slow my fall a bit.. “
He said to himself as he began threading the money into a few other routs, something he had become quite accustomed to doing since he spent most of his life dealing with ill gotten money that needed to be hidden. Within a couple of minutes he felt that he had disguised and thinned out the income well enough, funneling a big chunk of it into his company and splitting the rest between ten different accounts in various countries over the world. It was probably a bit to much but it didn’t hurt to be safe, you never know who might be trying to take you down and what kind of influence he has. He of course wasn’t completely satisfied, he was no financial wiz, he would get a real professional to hide all the trails when he had time but this would have to do for now. In slow measured steps he walked out and stepped to his black BMW M5 and waited until one of his men opened the door for him. He sat down into the car and signaled for Jonathan or “Twitch” like the men liked to call him to join him in the back seat and watched as the fat bastard Drew sat down in the drivers seat. Not that he was actually that fat, he was 6’2 and 210 pounds, but Ren’s standards for physical appearance where nearly impossible to stand up to. He had never met a woman or man in this world that he couldn’t criticize over something. He began their little drive with calling one of Marcus’s servants and asked them to convey to him that the information given had been nothing worth noticing and the bum who gave it had been taken care of to make sure there was no threat to the masquerade. After that annoying formality his mind went to the business at hand.
“John, I need you to gather up the local youth gangs for me, its about time we step in and take those kids and try to make something out of them..”
He said as he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to help him focus, not even noticing as Drew answered his cell phone as he went over the plan he was formulating for the tenth time in his head, trying to see some flaws, terrified of the thought of overlooking something. Some might call it typical Ventrue paranoia but he didn’t care, he thought it was very normal to be afraid of getting maimed and left in the sun.
“Use whatever tool you think will work best on each of those leaders, seduce them with the idea of riches and power, terrify then through the idea of bodily harm or the harm of a loved one, I don’t care. But do try to make sure they don’t hate us to much, I need them at least partially loyal.. I want them in my VIP room at 3 am tomorrow morning..”
He said and grinned slightly at Twitch who obviously didn’t have anything worth saying since he didn’t say a thing. The grin on his face widened at that, out of all his men he knew he could trust Twitch the best to get the job done properly. The man was psychotic to be sure, but he was without a doubt the most capable of his men and the smartest and thankfully he also had the mental strength to keep his illness under control.
“Ehh, boss.. That was Edward… He… He says that Irish bastard Koun tried to run away with three Kilo’s of pure Bolivian white..”
He mumbled, making Ren want nothing more that to poke his eye’s out with a ice pick. There where few other things that annoyed him as much as an ugly fat bastard that couldn’t even communicate like normal people. But the man was talented, there was no denying that, not only was he the best driver Ren had ever known but he was also by far the most vicious basher he had ever had under him.
“Tell them to give him a lesson in proper manners and bring him to the usual place and keep him there. I will see to him tomorrow around midnight, make sure that he is at least capable of speaking when I arrive..”
Ren said with a soft and uninterested voice, although inside of his head there was a voice cursing the bloody ginger waste of carbon. But he was also secretly thankful for this, he really needed something to went his emotions on right now. When they finally arrived in front of the building where he lived Ren didn’t even bother to wait for his driver to open the door but did it himself and stepped out, picking up his phone again and dialed a number as he walked up to his apartment, ignoring the goons that came to great him and escort him up there. So much to do, so little time.
“Hello..?”
A small and thin voice replied on the phone.
”Hey Tim, could I speak to your father for a moment?”
Ren said with the cheerful voice he always used on kids, he couldn’t help but smile slightly as he listened to the kid run with the phone in his hand, cheerfully exclaiming it was Mr. Majere. How long would it be till that cheer turned into bitter hate he wondered, Smith wasn’t exactly the best father and husband.
“Boss, what can I do you for this night?”
Smith asked, his voice rough from either as sore throat or screaming, Ren guessed it was the later
“Why is your dear boy up at such a late hour? Shouldn’t he be in bed?”
Ren asked, slightly amused. Smiths endless around the clock fights with his wife never failed to amuse him, especially since he almost always lost, that woman was terrifying.
“Me and the wife had a bit of a squabble, the kid just woke up in the middle of it and couldn’t go to sleep again.. You know how it is..”
He said, obviously at least unconsciously aware of the amusement in Ren’s tone.
“But enough with the idle chatter, I have a job for you.. It involves a vacation from the wife for a few days and a trip to London, You’ll love it..”
Ren said with a more serious and somber tone as he stepped into the elevator leading up to his place.
“I want you to go to London and find a few soldiers of fortune there, I want you to use your information network to find me Ex-SAS members, soldiers discharged for excessive use of violence, all the gritty skilled fellows you can get your hands on, the price is no issue.. Your leaving at 8, goodnight”
He said and hung up, now the only thing left was to get contractors to change his apartment and club and to get the Police chief under his snare. But that would have to wait for the next night, for now, all he wanted was rest.
Posted on 2008-01-09 at 05:02:12.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: .
With the Sword
Posted on 2007-12-29 at 17:13:25.
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Topic: So who was your first?
Subject: Uhm
Holy schnitzel (Damn profanity haters  )..
I was like.. 12 or something..
I think it was like.. A barbarian or something..
The first character i can really remember was actually a Warewolf i played with Skari..
He died pretty soon..
Then i made another warewolf with Skari..
He died to..
Sigh..
Posted on 2007-12-20 at 05:13:53.
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Topic: What Dreams Become
Subject: Ohh my..
Ren's face showed no emotion at all as the man spoke, and even as he was handed the gruesome contract his face was as if it was cut in ivory. He picked up the fine parchment and held it slightly above the table, trying his very best to seem calm and collected even though his mind was racing and to be honest rather chaotic. As his eyes trailed over the dark red words on the contract, he almost felt as if his dead heart was beating hard with excitement in his chest once again as it had when he was still alive. Accepting the deal this man was offering was without a doubt beyond dangerous. The very idea of betraying one of the most powerful men he had ever had the pleasure of knowing was mind numbing. But simply signing this contract wouldn't be that dangerous, even if this was just a test cooked up by Marcus. He could easily back out of all accusations with simply saying he had signed it in order to find out more about this dangerous group.
Ren slowly put the parchment down on the table again and picked up the sharp dark pen, and examined it closely his eyes fixing upon its point as if he was deciding if it was sharp enough. But once again this was just something he did to buy more time. The deal itself was rather plain, and he couldn't deny the fact that it was very tempting and it even the thought of moving around the restrictions it set him exited him. But he couldn't help but worry, because if he did this, and this presumably Invictus group turned out to be significantly weaker than Marcus he would be completely and utterly fucked. Not to mention the very good possibility that he was merely being used as a pawn that would be eliminated after everything was over. On second thought though, it wasn't uncommon for the Invictus to "invest" in the promising future Kings of the night like this. And looking at Ren's status and power compared to his young age he was definetly what would be considered promising.
"Alright Mister Grey, I Baron Ren Majere, Speaker of the Invictus will accept these terms for now"
He said with a slight grin on his face as he pierced his wrist with the pen, forcing his vitae into it.
"And i do hope this is the beginning of a nice and fruitful.. Arrangement.."
He said, his hands almost trembling with excitement as he wrote his name down on the fine parchment in beautiful flourished italic letters. He then spun the parchment around on the table and pushed it back to Dorian. He couldn't help but smile as he leaned back in his chair. Things certainly had taken an unexpected turn, but everything would be wonderfully exiting from now on.
He just hoped he hadn't signed a contract that would bring an untimely end to his Requiem.
Posted on 2007-12-19 at 20:24:56.
Edited on 2007-12-19 at 20:26:11 by Gerald Tarrant
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Topic: What Dreams Become
Subject: Ohh dear
"Ohh, I thought you wanted to be friends since you where so bloody sweet and humble mister Grey.."
Ren thought to himself although he didn't speak it out loud, that would be childish. As the man went on Ren had to use all the will he had to keep a straight face. What the man was suggesting was simply way to outrageous. He wanted him to betray everyone who stood behind him without any guaranties or without even telling him whom he would be betraying the organization for.
Ren leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Partially to show the man that he wasn't intimidated but mostly just because he needed time to think about this all. The man was most likely asking him to betray the syndicate, not the Invictus since it had been Marcus himself that sent him here. Although it was a possibility in itself.
"So Mister Grey"
Ren said, unintentionally emphasizing overly much on the mans name, covering it up with a small smile and a nod.
"Your asking me to betray everyone who helped me get to the position i am today without even telling me who i am to do it for nor showing me anything to back up your words.."
He continued, his voice soft and fluid but with a slight edge to it. Up until now he had made a show of not being to interested to convey higher value, but now that the cards where on the table he had his piercing dark yellow gaze completely fixed upon the man.
"You must see that i need to know more about who 'you' are before i can make a call like that"
He said, emphasizing slightly on you to make it clear that he was talking about Dorians group, not Dorian as a person.
"And.. does Marcus know about this?"
Posted on 2007-12-14 at 13:32:29.
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Topic: What Dreams Become
Subject: I did not pull that Wine thing out of my ass.. Research for the win!
Ren shook his head and stopped the man from pouring his drink, gesturing for him to wait a moment as he stood up and walked to the counter himself. He reached down into the cheapest and seemingly least used cabinets. From it he pulled a dusty bottle that obviously had not been moved for at least a couple of years and then walked back to the table. Placing the green bottle on the table in front of the man as he sat down.
" 'Avila, Syrah, Santa Barbara County..' A truly excellent wine, It's fresh, lifted, perfumed. The palate is attractive with buoyant berry fruits and acidity and it also has Good harmony with the ripe tannins in it. I hope this makes up for my lack of thought.."
He said with a slight smile on his face as he moved a bit in the chair to get more comfortable, although of course his dead body did not have a very great sense for discomfort.
"But back to me.."
He said, his grin still caressing his lips even though it was almost unnoticeable.
"And i ask you, what can a stiff professional do that a loose one cannot? Being stiff and rigid in this day and age is virtually suicide, one must be able to play the social games of this world like a violin, and to be able to fall into everyones graces if you are to succeed.."
He said, his grin widening slightly as he crossed his fingers, his elbows resting on the table and his chin resting on the crossed fingers.
"What use is a weapon so large and stiff it can only be used in the open planes of.. Direct confrontation"
He continued, giving it a slight laugh as he shook his head and added
"But tell me, what is it you need me to do? and more importantly why do you think i will actually do it?"
He said, underlining his authority slightly with ending the philosophical discussion before it even had a chance of beginning.
Posted on 2007-12-09 at 01:01:07.
Edited on 2007-12-09 at 16:21:12 by Gerald Tarrant
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Topic: (least) Favorite Character Death
Subject: Hmm
I think it was that time me and the group decided to take on a building full of armed men on our own..
I died trying to jump out of the window.. I died from a shot to the ass >_>
Eeeeevil Skari..
Posted on 2007-12-06 at 15:29:17.
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Topic: Goofy Burf-day stuff
Subject: Haha
I'm a lion..
"> > If you are a Lion: Quite contradictory to your name, you are a peace
> > loving person. You best try to avoid a situation wherein you are
> required to fight.
> > An outdoor person, you dislike sitting at one place for a long"
LMAO Hahahaha..
Ok the last is just silly because i sit around all day..
But i can't even begin to explain how silly that first one is.. Or wait.. perhaps deep down inside im peace loving and kind.. Skari.. watcha think?
Posted on 2007-12-06 at 15:26:11.
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Topic: Favorite Adventure/Setting
Subject: Hmm
I think the best is the thing im playing in right now under you Skari
I really like this town of yours, and just the general feel of the game..
Posted on 2007-12-06 at 15:23:49.
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Topic: What do you want in a game?
Subject: Hmm
Well i would say..
Evil is the thing that makes a game truly good for me, the feeling of evil.
Be it yourself (like it most often is in my cases if the GM allows it) or just your general environment.. i like the whole dark scary atmosphere..
And of course every game has to have one or two hilarious killings.. Like that time i threw an old lady up into a tree for no particular reason.. Sigh.. good times..
Posted on 2007-12-06 at 15:22:16.
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Topic: What Dreams Become
Subject: Gloriam
Ren listened to the man talk, his face emotionless, as if it was cut in stone. Even his eyes did not move at all beyond the normal. But on the in side, his mind was racing, desperately trying to process all the new information and try to find a way to get an edge on the man somehow.
"Well then mister Dorian"
Ren said, intentionally using his first name to send a small subliminal message as he picked up a small glass, filled with the sweet red liquid he loved and adored.
"How exactly did you expect me to be?"
He said, allowing himself to show the slight hint of a smile while his mind raced on. He asked about the least important thing not only because he was curious, but mainly to buy himself time to think about the rest the man had said. There where many men more powerful than Marcus in the world, but he couldn't find a logical reason why one would take interest in him. Being noticed by the rich and powerful could of course help you step up to their level quicker, but it was also risky beyond words.
He would have to be Very careful
Posted on 2007-12-05 at 17:33:44.
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: >_>
No but you have killed of my characters more times than i can count..
Or well..
Me charging into battle against a whole criminal organization with nothing more then my sword might have helped a bit of course..
Posted on 2007-12-05 at 17:08:53.
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: What?
Who says constant nagging and whining doesn't pay off 
Ohh well..
Although it might also get me killed..
Damn the storyteller and his Omnipresent Omnipotent power..
lol
*Hides behind the big shaggy dog in the party*
Posted on 2007-12-03 at 23:49:34.
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Topic: What Dreams Become
Subject: Annoyed little princeling.
Ren was actually rather surprised that one of his men dared to come close to him for such a trivia matter. On other days he might have shot the man for annoying him like that, but today he simply gave him a chilling glare which quickly sent him shivering back to his buddies. To be honest Ren was getting rather restless himself, it was bad enough that HE was being used for something like this, but now the man was also several hours to late.
"Just how long will i have to wait in this filthy ho-"
He was mumbling to himself, his voice filled with annoyance when he was cut of in mid sentence by the door opening up. The man who walked in looked neat, even by Ren's standards.
"Well, at least i wasn't waiting for a bum.."
He thought smiling slightly to himself as he noted that the man was dressed better than even himself. He had decided on being loose today and was only wearing a black Armani silk shirt and his black faded Diesel jeans. He wore his long silky black hair in a ponytail held together by a thin silver chain. Around his neck he had a small gold trinket in the form of a coiling dragon and he had two ruby rings on his right hand.
"Don't worry, i only just arrived myself.."
He lied with a thin smile on his face. Ren didn't believe in being rude, it was simply unsightly. And he thought the same about showing negative emotions like anger and annoyance to others, its better not to show strangers your weaknesses.
"Yes.. I do guess its rather bad of me to have you surrounded by armed goons when your simply here to talk to me"
He said with a sly smile on his face, his voice soft and fluid as he waved his men away who quickly scurried off
"Well then, what is it you wished to discuss?"
He said with the same clear fluid voice, clearly relaxing slightly now that the man was finally here
Posted on 2007-12-03 at 01:59:35.
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