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[Tabs] The office just screams a pitiful misunderstanding of late 19th century aesthetics. He must have seen a photograph at some point, bless him. He's sitting behind his desk pretending to read a leatherbound book, but he's clearly still fuming. "Creed. I trust you're having a pleasant...

[Tabs] A mortal would have stopped smiling by now. He calmly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black card, holding it out to you. "Well Mister Creed, if you ever find yourself in circumstances where you think you can help each other please give me a call. I must be on my way, enjoy...

[Tabs] Maybe it's just that you're relatively new to this, but something about the whole ghoul thing just doesn't feel right. The line between devoted servant and addicted slave seems to get very blurry very fast. The Ordo Ghouls are generally quite deferential to you, whereas the handful...

Bastard site isn't emailing me notifications, sorry guys. I'll edit this with the actual reply tonight.

I'm very sorry for the delay replying, I'll be replying daily for the forseeable future. [Tabs] "Silas, Mister Creed, a pleasure to meet you. An associate of Mister Renfield." He doesn't extend a hand either. The pearly white smirk never fades. "I must confess, it was rather amusing...

[Tabs] You hear a woman's voice through the door. It's muffled by the dirt and heavy wood, but you catch snatches of conversation. "The fledgling won't let us down. Ferdia knows what to do if he disobeys." You think it's Maeve, the woman who brought you here in the first place. Who is...

[Tabs] A spark goes off in her eyes. Her whole frame animates as she grabs her handbag and rummages inside for pen and paper. "Fucking fascinating. London you say? Do you have any email addresses? Any idea where their mythology originates?" The words flow together in excitement...

[Tabs] You can bring it up to ten, but it’ll leave her quite weak. You aren’t her first visitor this evening. She twitches as you drink, heavy eyelids drifting closed. You hear faint mumbling in a language you don’t understand, something Eastern European. As the Vitae flows you feel your...

[Tabs] His eye twitched at that one. Boy has it bad. The feeding room is at the back, behind a black wooden door. No-one challenges you as you enter, the Renfield has your tab covered. The room is small, just enough room for a large couch and the glassy eyed girl sprawled across it. She...

[Tabs] You catch her smiling out of the corner of her eye. "Always the gentleman, Connor. We need more like you." The barman catches your eye from the other end of the bar and makes his way down to you. He winces slightly at that one. Looks like you've touched a nerve...

Yup, you done good. That should have been an intelligence and academics roll, my bad, so roll intelligence as well and add it to that. You've passed the roll anyway, only needed one success.

[Tabs] "Don't keep him waiting Fledgling, he's not a patient man." The ugly fucker has already stalked off. Maeve stands up and pointedly nods towards the door. He flinches, startled. The phone disappears into his pocket as he hurridly stands up. "Oh, uh, Dermot, was it? I'm...

(OOC: Sorry for the delay, Muse gig happened.) [Tabs] She grins, in spite of herself. "Volunteering as a boyish lover, are you?" She visibly relaxes and takes a swig of her pint. Red ale, she has good taste. "Thank you Connor, I needed that." A grin splits her face, and a...

[Tabs] That Nosferatu is smirking at you. Prick. Maeve gently pushes your shoulder and you immediately sit down on one of the rough wooden benches surrounding the slab. "Now, my little hunter, let's pick up where we left off last night. Tell me about your allies." Composure roll...

I apologize for nothing.

You still catch that shit-eating grin in the corner of your eye. "Two puns in a row, fledgling? Careful now, you might smile next." Not looking at her takes almost as much willpower as not kneeling. "Not yet, chick. Our brethren will be along later tonight, for now it's just you, me, my...

[Tabs] Town is pretty quiet tonight, no tourists for another few weeks. Getting to the Skeff doesn't take long, and she's easy to spot. Still in her work clothes, back to the door, what appears to be a double Jameson in front of her. Doesn't that just bode well? Honestly, you saw...

It's cool as opposed to cold, for once. Must have been a nice day. The wind chill in Salthill almost makes you feel alive. Halfway into town your jacket pocket buzzes. A text from Cliona. Are you busy? I'm having a pint in the skeff. Herself is used to you being away all night and...

No postmarks, no stamps, nothing but your name in that spidery script. Looks like he had a ghoul hand deliver it. "The Mistress has requested your presence in the Chapel. I'm to lead you there." His voice is wavery, but he doesn't falter as he releases the locks. Now that your hunger...

"No thanks Dermot, I have tea here" She's hunched over the table, cold pasta to her left and piping hot tea to her right. Girl after your own heart. You retreat into the kitchen and open the letter. The Renfield's writing is a spidery scrawl, much like the man himself. "Initiate O'Rourke...