Warriors: the Requim/Masquerade

Mongoose's Diary: Entry before SoHo meetup
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Dear Diary,

It’s me Mongoose. Why don’t you ever write me back? HAVEN’T I BEEN GOOD TO YOU?! DO YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME YOU SONUVABITCH! I KILLED YOU AND MADE YOU AND I CAN DO IT AGIAN! Wait… my head hurts.. why did I write that? Oh yes, you’re dead dear diary, you’re a dead thing like me… a dead tree enemy, the best kind of enemy… I’m sorry I have to keep you locked in the trunk, it’s for the best. I wouldn’t want Reinholdt to get crayon all over you. Being pack priest isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. A pack of priests? I like it here, so few trees, not like ancient gual, that place was a hell-hole of trees, all over everywhere scrabbling with their claws at my face, WITH THEIR GODDAMN HEIGHT ADVANTAGE! Never trust the trees… always so still whenver every one else looks at them, but always mocking me…

I miss the Professor so much… he was such a wise young man, with his scruffy hair, and his eager attention to learn… I was such a good student, it’s too bad I was so bad at all of my studies, and that he was such an ASS! I saw the visions, sometimes I even knew what they meant! Not my fault my beloved Professor couldn’t see a damn thing, not my fault he was such a bad student…

We keep stealing time, not you and I, you store my time dear diary. No, no the Time Bandits and I. We’ve stolen it from the Savage Huns and Satan’s Mothers (and some vroom-vroom bikes too), and the High Hats and the Electric Lemonaders… such a great name… Why didn’t I think of that name? NO IT’S NOT BECAUSE I’M STUPID! I STUDIED MEDICINE AT YALE! OR HARAVARD! PROBABLY BOTH!
I got the autograph of their leader, that was nice… If I wasn’t a Pack of Priests I might join them, they know who the REAL enemy is, they told me so! But what are the Time Bandits without my broken wrist-watches? Stupid clocks, TIK-TOK at me WILL YOU! Not so mouthy now Mr. Clock are you?

I had another dream during the day, not a day dream, that’s what’s happening right now… Dreams and dreamers are all there is… reality… such a funny, stupid, WORTHLESS word… Now, now… I can make this a nice daydream tonight, not like the scary one where the wall flew away and we had to get it back from Satan’s Mother. That wasn’t a nice dream. I think it scared Becca too… My dream of the day was about a soup I think. We were all in it. Boil, roil, toil, and trouble as the cauldron brewed and bubbled. There I saw Becca’s hand, but no Becca. Not so unusual, Becca has… four hands now? I have trouble remembering. The book of medicine that is not about medicine whispered things to me with speaking. Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another… it told me of magic, of rituals… of dead flesh coming live. WHAT NONSENSE! Dead flesh can’t come live… Me? What are you talking about Diary? How am I alive! DAMMIT DIARY! I’ve told you before! I’m not alive! This is just slow acting rigor mortis.

Oh yes! The nightmare of the day! There were other bits. Vincent’s ear, but not his head. Double dragons split in twain twice… I guess that would make them octople dragons? Becca’s hands… all of them flaoting with me in the pot. It smelled like ginger, the pot… whatever the hell ginger is… or smells like… is ginger real? No matter, the others don’t lessen anyways. There were vegetables and colorful hats made soggy. The steam scalded and the Electric Lemonaders had no lemonade to quench anyone’s thirst. A strange dream. I saw the Highest of High Hats, lifted out in a spoon, and whom was there to sup? Why Ghengis Khan himself of course, noodles across his wide mustache. The pot burns like the sun, the water gives no comfort… I hope this night isn’t a nightmare and that my next waking is far more restful.

I don’t like the High Hats, they’ll sell us out to the Cammies, I know they will. Oh vincent & becca where did we go wrong? We were going to steal ALL the time in the world… no more tikking, no more tokking, just… GOD DAMMIT REINHOLDT YOU MAY NOT PLAY WITH YOUR CRAYONS ON THIS!


For those not in the know, let’s reintroduce the major players of these nights. First off we have the Time Bandits, a vampire gang mostly composed of vampires until a few nights ago. Due to the unpopularity of their former leader, Canio of the Hi-Hats, several Hi-Hats blood boppers defected and joined the Time Bandits. Canio for his part seems either not to care or notice. But that would be foolish, won’t it? Perhaps he’s just nursing a grudge or just forward thinking.

Which brings us to the Hi-Hats and Electric Eliminators, two gangs struggling to gain dominance in SoHo. Soho was once a recognized territory of the Camarilla, a privileged given to Canio while the city was still under Camarilla control. A#1, EE gang founder, self styled duke of New York, has carved for himself the most north SoHo for himself. When the Time Bandits disposed of the Hun gang in Chinatown, there were open brawls to see who would take advantage of the power vacuum. The EEs won that conflict. And for their part in distracting the Hi-Hats, the Time Bandits were given the Four Pillars of Destiny noodle-shop.

Which brings us to the former owner of the noodle-shop, Yingpei Ji the Hun vampire. After the events of the Bandit-Hun conflict, things still aren’t going so well for the Hun. He was deposed from power, lost his gang to Cammie coppers, and was burned literally in his own haven at the Chapel of Transfiguration. But at least he’s still walking around. Not like Mark, though depending on who you ask that’s not a bad thing.

Mark used to be a promising veterinarian student working the local animal shelter to help his sister. And until that book came to him, he would have started his own practice. And if only Molly hadn’t gotten hooked on Red Surrender, maybe she would have stopped Mark’s progressively gory experiments. And perhaps one night the mystery of that book and Mark’s Madness will come to light. A much more obvious danger to the Manhattan vampires comes from across the Brooklyn Bridge.

They come with the sounds of engines and shotguns, the howling of monsters thinly disguised as men. The Satan’s Mothers are a bunch of assholes that violently trespass against other gangs’ turf. They like to play little fuck-fuck games with people, doing drive bys on people and watching the vampires get back up in front of witnesses. Way to show everybody I’m not human, asshole. In anycase this night seemed to bring in a little bit of everything that’s happened so far this month. Dear God.

Don’t ask some people how their month’s been. For some it’s been a downhill slide of debt and pleading. Caddy May’s pub has been a great boon to the Time Bandits. And because of that the powers to be have decided to revoke his ability to operate. Caddy has been a ghoul since before some gang vampires were even born mortal. He’s played ball with each and every successive power in New York. Yet his decades of loyalty can’t get him any leverage.

With that out of the way let’s bring in the real hardcore boppers, the Time Bandits. First we’ve got the gunslinging Rebecca whose taken over the local pound as a special treat for Fluffy her ghoul dog. Second the dark skinned beauty Quinn Serath, pretty damn crafty in laying traps and guided by the Tenants of her mentor, Afra of the Sacrens. Brick, the Brick, nothing more nothing less than the immovable wall of muscle. Last active member of the night Vincent, warchief of the Time Bandits recognized personality in the anarch community.

The night began simply with all the craziness of the last few nights just keeping their distance. Seems like everything against the Time Bandits decided to just take the night off. Old Thomas, radio jockey, started playing his opening hour of talk and music. It was Saturday, a good night for fighting. Old Thomas is known to be a mouthpiece for anyone willing to call in and voice their opinion, especially to the bopper scene. He’s been on the air since before the Sabbat came into town. Tonight his words seemed especially directed at the Time Bandits. And from a lover of the Chinatown noodle-shop. Mongoose took a boombox and the gang started walking weary of Thomas’s veiled threats. Expecting a raid on their turf, they visited Caddy May’s pub to finish any business they might have before flying the coop.

Absent at the door was the regular bouncer. The window flaps were all drawn and it seemed nobody was present. Quinn sidestepped the group and went around to the backdoor. She picked the lock and broke into the pub. The bar was empty and the cash register behind the bar was gone. She followed the sounds coming from the back room and overheard half a conversation. Sliding a hand mirror under the door, she saw Caddy talking with someone over the phone. He seemed to be pleading for his bar. Quinn beat a quick retreat back to the front of the pub. On Mongoose’s boombox Old Thomas made a few related announcements. Seems that the Satan’s Mothers got themselves involved by answering the radio station.

At this Vincent was convinced the raid on their haven was happening now, that the Hun vampire had called a hit on them and the Satan’s Mothers had answered. The gang ran back to the Time Piece Warehouse in time to hear metal panels ripped off their rollers and groaning springs pulled beyond extension. Two vampires laughing like jackals had hijacked a tow truck and attached the chain to the garage. They gunned the engine and freed the door from its frame dragging sparking metal down the street.

Brick burned blood sprinting after the vehicle, and Quinn followed quietly after. Brick grabbed the chain and pulled himself on the back of the tow. From the rear cabin window the jackals growled at him which only spurned Brick on to punch through the glass. The drivers bailed out of the truck. Brick could only bail before the truck crashed stripping the paint off several parked cars. It slammed against one side of the street to the next before ending by halfway into the engine block of a honda civic. Brick landed in front of a RadioShack, and Quinn followed quietly after.

Not deterred by by a wrecked vehicle Brick tracked the jackals as they climbed the fire escape. They ducked into the window of an open apartment. Brick raced to the window to see a young couple relaxing on the couch shivering due to the breeze coming in from the winter night. Brick saw a open door and ran for it, in the corridor he saw a shadow rounding a corner and ran for it, at the top of the staircase he saw a shadow leaving the front door and he ran outside, where he found nothing. And Quinn followed quietly after.

Confused Brick tried smelling the air for the thick diesel that coated the tow truck and himself. The door behind him blew a trace of the thick diesel smell covering the jackals. As the door closed behind him, the rest of the Satan’s Mothers sped by on their motorcycles chasing Vincent and Rebecca also on a motorcycle.

Back in time, Vincent fired up one of their stolen bikes. Rebecca hopped on the back. And they gunned after Brick and the derelict tow truck. The engine roaring in the night was soon answered by eight other engines. A pack of eight bikers, shotguns slung on their backs ready to blast, ambushed them from behind. Rebecca spun her ass and clinched the seat with her thighs. In her breathing days this might’ve been stimulating. She fired two shots from her dual revolvers, the bullets landing in the brain-pan of the first sucker to get close. His skull bore the gory dent but he kept coming at the bandits. Two of his mates getting close enough to fire.

The first biker fired spraying the bike and its drivers with buckshot. The bandit’s bike started smoking, something internal had busted. Vincent and Rebecca thought the same thing, “Time to switch bikes.” Rebecca in an excellent display of grace, bitch flipped herself onto the back of the Mother’s bike and pop a bullet in his head. Vincent dug his claws into that leather punk’s jacket and threw him off the bike and onto the asphalt. Only a mummified rebel without a cause remained. Rebecca jumped to the handlebars to gun and drive at the same time. Following her lead the warchief shifted onto the new bike’s bitch seat.

Their celebration was short lived as two more of the Satan’s Mother’s Pack came up to flank them on both sides. Closing in with their shotguns, they didn’t expect Vincent to Claw the fuck off one of their fleshy arms. Even with Rebecca doing her best at cruising and shooting, It’s hard to dodge shotguns, two good shots from the Satan’s guns crashed the bike. The Bandits were thrown before a Radio Shack. And thus the motorcycle race around the block ended before it even began, with the Time Bandits imminent demise as the rest of the Satan’s Mothers roar towards the finish line.

Back in time Brick raged at the door behind him, a brief moment from punching the door in and spraying glass everywhere. At the last second the blood rage left him and merely lifted the door off it’s hinges. Quinn silenced the scene with her supernatural aura of Quietus. Brick’s Litany of curses became a violent mime act.

They marched back to the couple’s apartment following the vampires’ diesel truck stink. The scent ended outside the bathroom where they heard the woman cries. Opening the door they saw the shower curtain drawn across the tub covered in red gore. The man’s throat had been violently tore open. He lay where he fell. Brick called upon a previous life and tried to stabilize him. Quinn sent the woman away.

Brick didn’t have time to think of anything but the man in front of him. Didn’t call 911 which might’ve responded on time, didn’t call Mongoose who might’ve known how to save him. With a little Vitae and a little willpower and Quinn watching his actions, he slit his wrist and feed the incapacitated man a few red drops from his bleeding cut. When Brick and Quinn returned to the living room, they found the pink phone cord spiraled under the closet door. Seems she did the only thing she could, call the police. Brick screamed at her and grabbed the door tempted to rip it apart. Quinn gently corrected his behavior. There was nothing more to be done and it was time to leave.

Brick determined to find the murderous vampires went to the roof, but the diesel stink was too common in the city air. Looking over the long cables of the air condition units, Quinn cooked up a plan.

While Rebecca and Vincent tried to recover, the Satan’s Mothers were already circling round to finish them off. Suddenly the head biker was caught by the throat by an invisible wire. He fell revealing the obfuscated electrical cables Quinn had set up across the street. One after another each biker hit the cable and were thrown off their bike. All except the pack leader. Blood red eyes, black paint around them, braids covering his head, and the over-sized leather coat with the Devil’s patch on the shoulder. This guy was a little too clever. He skid under the cables and regrouped the rest of the Satan’s Mothers. On the other side of the streets, the Time Bandits had regrouped as well.

The street was intolerably hot. Each group of vampires sweated little beads of red. The bikers held their shotguns pointed at the streets ready to start something. Brick’s lounging figure was poised. Rebecca kept her hand close to the hot iron of her revolvers. Quinn stood very still waiting for an opening. From over the airwaves, came the screaming of 70s rock as well as the sirens of police. Vincent stared down the Satan’s Mothers pack leader. Vincent screamed the only thing that came to mind, “Saturday.”

The pack leader shouted back words like shotgun blasts, “Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night’s alright.” And like that, each side called a cease fire. The Satan’s Mothers took the mummified vampire for themselves and disappeared into the city. The Time Bandits were left to cover up the vehicular carnage and dead bodies. For all observations, it’d look like a car-theft/illegal race gone wrong. They set one of the armless torpor vampires in the tow truck. They were forced to lay low. For a few nights they crashed with allies and mentors. The boppers left at the warehouse told the story as best they could. Some were arrested, and some of the resources left in the warehouse were taken as evidence.

When they felt safe enough to regroup, they started making plans to formalize the SoHo Alliance. They sent out messages to Canio and A#1. The talks would be at the Four Pillars of Destiny noodle-shop in Chinatown. The last bit of meaningful business was to return to Caddy May’s bar and find out what’s happened to their favorite hangout. Quinn makes another break around the back entrance. She investigates the computer to find that Caddy May is way in the Red. With lots of mounting debt, it looks like somebody had finally muscled the bar owner out of his business. Caddy had resigned himself to dropping off the face of the earth. It was only with the Time Bandits insistence that he regained his confidence and revealed his target of revenge.

Elsewhere, Rebecca opened the storage unit Mark owned when he lived. The air was icy cold, medical equipment littered the room. Center of the room was Mark’s experiment. A dead patchwork woman matching most of the features of his sister. Rebecca turned off the extreme air conditioner, leaving the missed matched body parts to rot. She returned to the Chapel of Transfiguration, and investigated the secret passage where Mark’s body lay. She rifled through his belongings and discovered a business card for a Kindred Healthcare Insurance agent.

Operation: Satan's Tophat
Instill Fear, Respect, and Admiration

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Meeting the Mothers

The night began simply enough by a trip down to the Stop-N-Go. Not to buy anything just to loiter and waste the clerk’s time, Time Bandit that they are. Then out of the night came a horrible howling of man and motorcycle. Down the block they heard a crash and a pack of bikers swerved around one of their own. As the group got closer they identified the biker as a Satan’s Mother pack member.

The pack turned around while the Time Bandits jeered and heckled the cursing Biker. At the sound of more cycles, the gang disappeared down an alleyway. The Satan’s Mothers finding nobody to shoot shotgunned the poor bastard. The blasts of shells ripped his chest and ribs to pieces. He fell to the ground, his Vitae already stitching muscle back to bone. The Time Bandits grabbed the weaken vampire, but not before a single unfortunate patrolman witnessed him spiriting him away. Vincent told a quick lie about protecting their own. And whether by nativity or wisdom, the patrolman decided to let them go. Back in the darkroom of Time Piece Warehouses, the bandits chained and staked the sucker before he could take a snarling bite of Brick’s face.

In a time that everybody was cooling off, Vincent got ringed up with business. A#1 of the Electric Eliminators called the public line of the Time Piece, punched in the warehouse number, and told Vincent some of things his gang saw during the Night of a Thousand Clowns. Vincent berated Reese and Mongoose, mostly Mongoose, over the church fire. They gave their reasons, even showing the medical textbook, but he wouldn’t listen. As punishment he sent Mongoose to tag the Four Pillars of Destiny noodle-shop with Double Dragon Brad as protection. Before they left Mongoose made sure to let everybody know that they had company.

Reese flew up to the roof to scoot out their visitors. There came a crowd of Hi-Hat clowns, one of which sparked terrible unease. The Time Bandits rolled out their muscle to greet Canio, founder of the Hi-Hats, surrounded by his honor guard. Vincent and Canio had another fruitful conversation. Again mostly about local manners. Canio wanted the TBs to mediate the conflict between the HHs and the EEs. Canio also voiced that the SMs should be excluded from any kind of anarch organization, that Cyrus was a fool to invite them to the Big Meet. Vincent agreed to lead the talks between the two gangs, seeing a SoHo alliance as beneficial to all parties involved.

With absolutely no drama Canio and his crew beat it. Only to be taken out by the roving Satan’s Mothers. The Bikers did their drive by and sped off into the distance. Each TB responded as quickly as they could. The spunky Quinn Serath performed awesome feats of parkour across the Lower West Side’s rooftops. On the streets Brick and Reese talked to the fairly cautious clowns guarding the below-ground apartment they’d just commandeered from its occupants. They were suspicious of the Time Bandits involvement with the Satan’s Mothers. They had to show there wasn’t any love between the two gangs. Brick proposed their prisoner. The Hi-Hats agreed only if they took one of their own Danny who had his own experience with the bikers.

So they went back to interrogate their prisoner, still as irate and uncooperative as ever. From what Danny observed the Time Bandits weren’t in with the Satan’s Mothers. Brick goaded the prisoner enough for him to spend the last precious points of Vitae in his system. He ripped the chains apart and jumped off the table he’d been strapped to. Brick grabbed the frenzied bastard. The Bastard repaid him by biting a chomp of his arm off. The party descended on the weaken vampire with stakes until he torpored out. In order to prove their hate of the Satan’s Mothers, they dragged his dead ass back to the Hi-Hats.

Brick and Vincent presented the torpored vampire to Canio. Brick urged him to follow them as they ran the bikers out of their turf. Canio thought about it. He was so moved by the Dragons bold demeanor that he, but for a moment, considered taking up arms with them. Then he remembered how he’d survived over half a century, and sent his lackeys, 2 blood boppers and the least wounded of the other gangers. He left sure that whatever happened he’d live another night.

At this point in the night Mongoose and Brad returned from tagging the noodle-shop. With Mongoose on the streets they tracked a leaking motor fluid trail. The trail ended up at the entrance of a parking garage with floors going up and down. Quinn decided to scout up ahead of the others. Like a shadow she slinked into a cordoned off section of the lowest level. Beyond a chain link fence, the bikers had parked their bikes and ventured into a dark service tunnel. Quinn decided it best not to go into the unknown, and instead sabotaged the motorcycles; cutting their break and fuel lines. When she returned to the surface, the entire gang was ready to descend after the crazy blood sucking assholes.

Staring down the darkness and almost hearing the ferocious vampires, the ghoul lieutenants of the Hi-Hats decided they had it with their boss. They offered to turn coat and become Time Bandits if they would have them. Having so few members, the Time Bandits were open to the proposition. By the time they’d banged out the details, they were looking down the month of the parking tunnel. Cocktail in hand, the motorcycles before him, Mongoose cocked his arm to throw only to have Vincent stay his hand. The gang collectively decided to take the bikes and whatever loot they could get. Mongoose clinked three empty bottles together on his fingers and thumbs. The rest of the gang cursed down the dark corridor enough that the Satan’s Mothers came running.

Red in their eyes they ran across the gasoline-slick concrete floor. Mongoose threw straight and true setting the entire scene aflame. The bikers fell to the ground and rolled into more flames. Each motorcycle left combusted its excess fuel exploding in fire balls. Almost everybody was either ON-FIRE or RUNNING-THE-FUCK-AWAY. Everybody but Brick, who stared into hell and didn’t even blink.

With the night’s business taken care of, Reese took the opportunity to investigate Mark’s pound. She discovered the would-be thaumaturge’s notes, even some video files from his computer. She took the whole machine, just in case.

The Night of a Thousand Clowns

The night began when Brick Santos and his sire, Brad Guy spotted a jive ass turkey disrespecting Time Bandit turf. Brad’s pride got the best of his beast and lunched to beat the turkey bloody. Brick kept his beast in check and wrestled his sire to the ground. This commotion brought out Warchief Vincent, Bad Luck Rebecca, and Looney Mongoose. While the Jive Turkey was obviously turning tail, he left a strip of notebook paper on the curb. Mongoose grabbed the note off and started diving into its aura impressions while the Vincent and the Double Dragons(Brad and Brick) tracked down the stranger.

The stranger stood on the subway platform waiting for the next train when Double Dragons position themselves behind them. Vincent faced the stranger. They had as pleasant a conversation as could be had, Vincent claiming his turf to the stranger and to the Cammies whom the stranger represented. The conversation ended with Vincent conning the stranger of his watch and stomping it on the platform. Merits earned all around.

When they returned from the underground, Mongoose revealed the mysteries of the paper. As it turns out the note was from a collection of other records, a huge list of addresses from all around NYC. The actual note was of four addresses, Two in SoHo, one on the lower west side, and one on the other side of the Brooklyn bridge. They decided to reach out to their friendly neighbors, the Electric Eliminators which Mongoose took to mean Lemon Eliminators. One more resistance force against the trees.

In anycase, they a few guards to protect their Haven, Fluffy, Rebecca’s ghoul dog, and Susan who arrived wearing sweatpants and a grey cat sweater. Fluffy complained of the cat smell on Susan. Having noted his objections, Rebecca told Fluffy to protect the cat lady no matter what her smell.

Leaving their Haven, the Time Bandits traveled to SoHo and flagged some EE boppers to arrange a meeting with their boss. The Boss took his time while they waited in the Underground. Max A#1, duke of New York, made his entrance as subtle as possible, but failed to make a remarkable disguise. Must have been the witch’s chin and shark teeth. Vincent had another fruitful conversation, mostly centered on 1)The vacancy of Chinatown left by the destruction of the Huns, 2)The rivalry of the Hi-Hats, and 3)The terrible Satan’s Mothers. Vincent agreed to distract the Hi-Hats while the EEs tagged over every Hun tag they could find.

During the conversation, Rebecca’s regenerated hand started acting wild grabbing herself and objects at random. Mongoose inspected the aura surrounding her hand to discover thin white threads leading from her fingers to the Underground entrance. Rebecca and Mongoose decided to leave the rest of the gang while they investigated the threads. Off into the east they went into the path of warring gangs of Chinatown. Green dragons were sprayed over with skulls with top hats and skulls with lightening bolts. The threads they followed ended at the small Chapel of Transfiguration. About the same time Vincent and Double Dragons were running around SoHo.

Vincent and Double Dragon went into Hi-Hat turf to cause a ruckus. What they did wasn’t expected, a mock fight between Brick and Brad. At the sight of many Hi-Hat tags, they started an incredible wrestling match that attached nearly every Hi-Hat bopper in the area. Their faces painted white and wearing top hats, they hooted and holler martial excitement. Despite the lieutenants grave face, he shared a half-grin. Vincent cunningly dressed the mock fight as tribute from the Time Bandits. While it was all entertaining, it was still bad form for boppers to be openly fighting in another gang’s turf. The crowd of Hi-Hats ran them off which lead to a chase of at least fifteen boppers following the three cutters.

Vincent vaulted over Double Dragon’ shoulders up fire escape where he kicked down the ladder. Once up Brick lifted the ladder and bent it useless. They climbed to the roof of the three level apartment Below the Hi-Hat clowns were already circling the building. Between the Time Bandits and the safety was a construction yard. They quickly took flight, literally. They jumped across the alleyway to the second story platform. Crashing through wood into relative obscurity, they weigh their options: either take the risk of a basement exit or sneak under Hi-Hat noses. They choose to secret themselves away, which they almost did. At the last second Brad cursed a previous injury and alerted the clowns. After another race down SoHo streets they escaped Hi-Hat turf tying up quite a number of Hi-Hat clowns.

Back at the Chapel of Transfiguration, Rebecca scooted the grounds around the chapel to discover naught but two entrances and a few painted glass windows. She convinced a crow to act as a lookout. Using some picks and some elbow grease, she broke into the congregation area. Mongoose read a vengeful aura covering the doors, its anger directed to some organization that stole his Time. Following the painted mural on the ceiling they discovered that the carpet behind the pulpit covered a trap door. The carpet held the vengeful aura as well as a softer aura of conviction and faith.

Mongoose’s paranoia ran rampant and with no other voice of reason, he prepared to torch the church to destroy the perceived menace. Outside the crow called. Mongoose grabbed to prepared cocktails ready to throw. From the back door came the dreaded Hun Vampire. His presence brought out surprising fear, but each party held their ground. Mongoose confused the Hun Vampire by mentioning the trap door behind the pulpit, finally pulling opening the trap door and revealing the hidden passage.

At the end of the dark corridor was the man of conviction and faith, Mark Goldberg aka the local animal worker. Before him was a dismembered hand with white threads tied to each digit, as well as a tomb of obviously-occult-a/fucking/medical/textbook! In an instant Rebecca sped to the hidden lair and spirited away the hand and the tome. Mongoose threw his cocktails at the trapdoor and at the feet of the Hun Vampire. The resulting fire drove every Kindred expect the Hun into frenzy, not that it reversed the damage already caused by the flame traveling up his arm.

After abandoning the chapel, Rebecca and Mongoose zipped passed Electric Eliminators overrunning Hi-Hats out of Chinatown. However in SoHo they came across the twenty-odd Hi-Hats chasing Vincent and the Double Dragons. After a brief race the Time Bandits regrouped in their turf. The Warchief showed his praise by sending Brad and Brick to Caddy Mays. Caddy wasn’t particularly happy keeping his bar illegally open past last call. But he wasn’t about to throw out two brawling vampires that could crush his skull easily. There they party dangerously close to the early hours of morning.

The Brief Summary of the Hun-Bandit conflict
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The beginning of the night started with Jack Barrow and Vincent meeting at the abandoned timepiece warehouse. They had become aware that their third member, Rebecca, had been missing for a few nights.

They went to the basement apartment of the Hill County Projects, which served as her haven, only to discover it had been ransacked. Rebecca had been locked and chained inside a large chest. Having freed her, they saw that the inside of the chest had been tagged by the Savage Huns. However their first mission was to reclaim Rebecca’s ghoul-dog from the local pound.

Before that, Vincent and Jack decided to visit the local drug dealer residing in 202. Vincent traded the few precious Vitae he still had as ‘Red Surrender’, Vitae mixed with powder. Any powder will do, baking soda works well enough, though mixed with powdered narcotics creates a sensational experience. For this Vincent was given access to the drug dealer’s girl whom he fed on.

Rebecca was able to sweet-talk her way into the pound. And so she reclaimed her animal companion. She took the opportunity to feed from Mark Goldberg, fostering Mark’s attraction to her. Outside, Jack and Vincent had become decidedly cross with each other. Vincent dared Jack to expose himself on the streets. Unfortunately, Jack’s indecency caught the attention of a passing patrol car.

The outcome of this transgression was Jack’s passport being put into the Police records, a fine issued, and a court date set for 10:30am. All that being said, the patrol man also happened to be a Cammie Ghoul. So expect the Camarilla to come calling.

In anycase, since the Time Bandits weren’t quite full up on Vitae they decided to troll the local nightlife for warm blood. Through an incredible amount of luck, Vincent knew the owner of a local bar and was able to feed freely for a favor. Rebecca took the opportunity to fill up. Jack was briefly barred entry by Vincent talking to the bouncer, but quickly talked his way in.

The favor the owner asked of the Time Bandits was to turn the Savage Huns away from his bar. The Huns had become quite bold tagging the area by covering parked cars with pink noodleshop menus.

The gang decided to set-up the Huns in a drug bust. They presented C Coke with a fantastic opportunity in Chinatown. They also contacted a Camarilla Enforcer telling him of a drug deal about to go down in Chinatown. They would march down to the Hun’s noodleshop to distract them while the ‘deal’ went down.

The Time Bandits decided to trek through the Hi-Hat and EE turf. They were stalked by faced painted in white makeup, and gangs wearing bright yellow jackets with skulls. When they reached Chinatown, they found the noodleshop fairly easily. They also got the attention of the Huns fairly easily. The Huns were dicking with the Bandits just to get a fight out of them.

Because of the Bandits small numbers, they thought they could take over their turf. So instead of breaking the General Truce, they tagged their turf and dicked with the Bandits and their neighbors, underestimating the Bandits ability to fight back. At the noodleshop, ten Huns faced three Bandits.

Vincent proposed a one v one fight. Each side would show their strength and they would respect each other’s turf. However Jack goaded the Huns saying they only needed three to destroy them. The Hun Kindred, seeing his excuse fulfilled, initiated combat with all of them.

During combat, Rebecca and Fluffy tore into their attackers with fang, bite, and bullet. Vincent suffered some knifes and kicks before taking one of the weaker Huns as a human shield. Jack unfortunately suffered quite a number knife wounds. The Hun, seeing the tide turn against him, tried talking with the Bandits. They traded Jack for the wounded and captured Huns.

In the aftermath, The Time Bandits took their staked member and escaped the notice of coming patrol cars. The Huns weren’t so lucky. The Cammie Enforcer had called in the drug bust. The wounded were hospitalized while the rest were arrested for a litany of gang related charges. C Coke was caught up in this bust. Yingpei Ji, the Hun vampire, escaped but lost his turf to the costly gambit.

Notable NPCs:
C Coke
-a upstart drug dealer of the Hill County Projects.

Caddy May
-a Ghoul having gained independence from any one master, set up a bar/pub allowing vamps to partake of his patrons. The price of course is some blood-rent, Vitae, from the local vampire gang-leaders.

Mark Goldberg
-a mortal animal worker. Works the late shift of the local pound.


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