Post by veronicavalentine on Jun 24, 2005 23:38:24 GMT -5
I blinked twice. I remember that I blinked twice because I had this pounding headache that hurt even worse when I tried to open my eyes. It was one of those headaches that start underneith your skull, right behind your eyes but burrowed so deeply that you can feel your temples throbbing.
I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but I think it was about a minute or two before the fog and haze cleared enough for me to see. Though my head hurt, I was uninjured. It didn't take me long to figure out that my arms and feet were not bound together. After another twenty seconds or so, I was able to pick out the details of my surroundings.
I was in a small, dimly lit room. The walls were a wood pannelling. The floor was a dark color, probably brown, and matched a cream colored ceiling. On the walls were several framed pictures. I didn't recognize any of the faces in them. I flexed. I was on a couch. It was soft and cushoned, but it wasn't leather. When I sat up, I could feel the fog clearing. The room had a grouping of lazy boy chairs, an old looking TV that sat on the floor and a VCR on top of it. I immediately decided that whoever had put me here didn't want me dead, or at least not yet...
So after a few moments, I got up and paced around the room. The door was locked, as I expected. I was dressed in the same clothes I was wearing, which meant that I hadn't been out very long. My gun was missing, of course, but everything else that was in my pockets were neatly placed on an end table next to the couch. I pocketted them again. Now, thoroughly bored, I turned on the television, only to find out that it was set to only play whatever was on in the VCR.
I sat down, determined to put some sense into this situation. I wasn't defeated, even though I didn't know what day of the week it was. I tried to think back to the last thing I could remember before arriving in my present state. I was headed to Las Vegas. Okay, why? I was tracking somebody? Who? No... not who... what. I was tracking two of those mortal willworkers...Margarita Santos and Jeremy O'brien. There was a Nosferatu with them too. Okay... why? Why? Now that was a good question...
The only thing I accomplished was asking myself more questions. It took me about fifteen minutes before it all started to click like it should have. I was headed out west to Las Vegas from Florida, specifically Jacksonville. There was a small group of willworkers inf Florida who had made a big stink for the Tremere. I didn't know exactly what they did, but I knew that the prince of Jacksonville had sent a few of her goons to investigate, question, and apprehend these mortals. After two weeks, none of the four that departed had returned. Naturally, the prince ponied up a hefty boon to whoever could find information on the wherabouts of these other Tremere, or as the case may be, information on what exactly transpired. After another week of chaos, the Sheriff, Nathanial McMichael, a creepy Nosferatu with a long history of starting trouble with both newcommers and anarchs stepped forward, having allegedly captured one of the "mages" along with two anarch "spies". It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that McMichael was up to no good.
In a moment never before seen in Camarilla politics, McMichael attempted to use the mage to destroy the prince and claim the city for himself. However, the coup failed, and the Seneschal, a Ventrue Flunky by the name of Harrison Witherspoon immediately tried to turn the attention away from himself. I'm not sure of the details completely, but I think he was the one responsible for setting up the meeting between the prince and the sheriff. When things went afoul, it immediately made him look bad. During the fiasco, I was named as a possible collaborator with the sheriff. After a careful investigation by the Tremere, I was cleared of the acusations. Apparently, the Tremere found out that I was the grandchilde of Madison Kurokawa, an Archon for Justicar Pascek, and that the notion of me being involved with a failed coup was absurd.
So with the new knowledge of my lineage (I had been trying to keep it a secret because I really didn't want all of the attention associated with being a descendant of an active archon. I really was content to avoid the nightly politics and mind my own business. Besides that, I wasn't exactly the most law abiding citizen there was. If it got out that I was 'misbehaving' I am certain Madison would have ended up knocking on my door to see what the problem was - a situation I rightfully wanted to avoid.) open to a select few, I decided to make the best of a bad situation. Before I could be "requested" to look into this matter, I volenteered under the notion that I would be keeping tabs on the debts owed to me. Plus, in the end, there was a chance that I could end up with an archon position myself. Archon Valentine. That had a nice ring too it.
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I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but I think it was about a minute or two before the fog and haze cleared enough for me to see. Though my head hurt, I was uninjured. It didn't take me long to figure out that my arms and feet were not bound together. After another twenty seconds or so, I was able to pick out the details of my surroundings.
I was in a small, dimly lit room. The walls were a wood pannelling. The floor was a dark color, probably brown, and matched a cream colored ceiling. On the walls were several framed pictures. I didn't recognize any of the faces in them. I flexed. I was on a couch. It was soft and cushoned, but it wasn't leather. When I sat up, I could feel the fog clearing. The room had a grouping of lazy boy chairs, an old looking TV that sat on the floor and a VCR on top of it. I immediately decided that whoever had put me here didn't want me dead, or at least not yet...
So after a few moments, I got up and paced around the room. The door was locked, as I expected. I was dressed in the same clothes I was wearing, which meant that I hadn't been out very long. My gun was missing, of course, but everything else that was in my pockets were neatly placed on an end table next to the couch. I pocketted them again. Now, thoroughly bored, I turned on the television, only to find out that it was set to only play whatever was on in the VCR.
I sat down, determined to put some sense into this situation. I wasn't defeated, even though I didn't know what day of the week it was. I tried to think back to the last thing I could remember before arriving in my present state. I was headed to Las Vegas. Okay, why? I was tracking somebody? Who? No... not who... what. I was tracking two of those mortal willworkers...Margarita Santos and Jeremy O'brien. There was a Nosferatu with them too. Okay... why? Why? Now that was a good question...
The only thing I accomplished was asking myself more questions. It took me about fifteen minutes before it all started to click like it should have. I was headed out west to Las Vegas from Florida, specifically Jacksonville. There was a small group of willworkers inf Florida who had made a big stink for the Tremere. I didn't know exactly what they did, but I knew that the prince of Jacksonville had sent a few of her goons to investigate, question, and apprehend these mortals. After two weeks, none of the four that departed had returned. Naturally, the prince ponied up a hefty boon to whoever could find information on the wherabouts of these other Tremere, or as the case may be, information on what exactly transpired. After another week of chaos, the Sheriff, Nathanial McMichael, a creepy Nosferatu with a long history of starting trouble with both newcommers and anarchs stepped forward, having allegedly captured one of the "mages" along with two anarch "spies". It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that McMichael was up to no good.
In a moment never before seen in Camarilla politics, McMichael attempted to use the mage to destroy the prince and claim the city for himself. However, the coup failed, and the Seneschal, a Ventrue Flunky by the name of Harrison Witherspoon immediately tried to turn the attention away from himself. I'm not sure of the details completely, but I think he was the one responsible for setting up the meeting between the prince and the sheriff. When things went afoul, it immediately made him look bad. During the fiasco, I was named as a possible collaborator with the sheriff. After a careful investigation by the Tremere, I was cleared of the acusations. Apparently, the Tremere found out that I was the grandchilde of Madison Kurokawa, an Archon for Justicar Pascek, and that the notion of me being involved with a failed coup was absurd.
So with the new knowledge of my lineage (I had been trying to keep it a secret because I really didn't want all of the attention associated with being a descendant of an active archon. I really was content to avoid the nightly politics and mind my own business. Besides that, I wasn't exactly the most law abiding citizen there was. If it got out that I was 'misbehaving' I am certain Madison would have ended up knocking on my door to see what the problem was - a situation I rightfully wanted to avoid.) open to a select few, I decided to make the best of a bad situation. Before I could be "requested" to look into this matter, I volenteered under the notion that I would be keeping tabs on the debts owed to me. Plus, in the end, there was a chance that I could end up with an archon position myself. Archon Valentine. That had a nice ring too it.
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