Under The Rock

Cyrus The Virus Caine · Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 3:55 pm Post subject:

He nodded, killing the smoke in a single drag. "I won't claim to know what you go through, but it's cool. we all have our talents, and the crosses that go with them." At the word children he tossed the butt over the railing. "Whoever is doing this needs to be put down. No questions. No quarter. No "Please, please please I'm an Anarch don't kill me out of hand" bullshit. I don't care who they are, they are dead when I find them." It would seem that last part had a double meaning, to anyone with a half tuned ear.

Piscin · Joined: 28 Feb 2011 Posts: 157 Location: Williamsport

Piscin nods, her expression becoming more stoic. "No doubt."

Then, changing the subject..."So, how long have you been in Rockland? You part of a gang out here?"
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Cyrus The Virus Caine · Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 4:05 pm Post subject:

He chuckled at that with a slow shake of the head. "Nah, I haven't been here very long. Gang status is up in the air with my people and I getting pulled every which way. My people being Me, my childe Fay and a Bardonia by the name of Nickolai. Things have been way too nuts for even simple gang politics since I got here." he let out another chuckle as he let the recent memories run through his skull. "Managed to share a drink with Baron Samedi my first night in town, fight the Sabbat bishop Carmicheal and now I get to work from there."

Piscin · Joined: 28 Feb 2011 Posts: 157 Location: Williamsport

"Was that Faye running around earlier? I tried to say hello earlier but she seemed skittish. Eric said the Ba'ali used her as a conduit when that Templar took that relic to Hell - is she a Seer too?"

She takes another drag off the cigarette.

"Shit is crazy everywhere, brother. At least you've got people at your back. So where were you all wandering before you got here?"
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Cyrus The Virus Caine · Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 4:29 pm Post subject:

He nodded. "Yeah, she talks to ghost, fairies, pixies and a dozen other things I can't see. She's a special one, and I'll kill anyone that looks at her funny. I met my living end in New York. Have no idea who my sire is. Made my way out west after shit out here went bad. Hung out there for a while, kept low and finally decided to come back home."

Piscin · Joined: 28 Feb 2011 Posts: 157 Location: Williamsport

Piscin raises an eyebrow when he names all the things that Faye can speak with. "My sire, called the Half-Blooded is also of the Other World, and so he teaches me some of the Old Ways. It's a rare gift. Perhaps you and she will meet him at a fire sometime. I'd defnitely like to meet her."
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Cyrus The Virus Caine · Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 4:41 pm Post subject:

"I don't see why you can't. After last night you sure as hell have my approval. But enough about me, what's your story? If you don't mind me prying just a little." He stuffed another Lucky between his lips, sparked it, before offering her the soft pack and lighter.

Eric · Joined: 30 Mar 2010 Posts: 255

:Eric throws a few darts, landing here and there on doubles and some triples and even makes a bulls-eye or two. After a while, he gets bored and decided to go out for a smoke. He finishes his beer and heads to the patio while lighting a ciggy. As he smokes, he notices the two conversing to each and walks on over:

"Hey guys. Long time no see."

:He grins as he gives a pat to Cyrus' back and pets Piscin:

"How about last night, huh? Pretty wild adventuring we had there. Almost was a close call with the cops. We got anyone covering that or has it been taken care of?"

:He takes a drag; exhales while looking out on the balcony:
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OOC - Albert R. (Al)
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Elder Brujah of the East Coast
Baron of Rockland and Orange County

Piscin · Joined: 28 Feb 2011 Posts: 157 Location: Williamsport

Piscin shifts her crouch on the railing until she is face to face with Cyrus. "It is true, we have not been following the forms. We fought together before we were properly introduced."

She finishes the cigarette, and makes sure that he can see her true form beneath the Obfuscate. Holding her hands out, she softly intones

"Greetings, Cyrus of New York. Greetings, wight-render! I am Piscin, childe of the Half-Blooded. I am the Random Exception to every rule. I was brought into the night during the summer of mud and free love. I am She who rears babes into Rebels, and tilts at windmills. Before I found my claws, a Cheshire cat whispered to me in the wind through tree branches on the other side of barred windows. I have echoed a mentor-turned-wight’s last words to itself, a scream that seared our psyche into the negative space. I have chased ravens until Nevermore, and I am a conduit for descendants of the Ankhou.

My consciousness knows peace in the Wyld, which flows through my moonlit veins as I dance in the Storm of Chaos and Potential. I faced endless hoards in the realm of Perception, back to back with a God-King while I learned warjoy and found my battle-cry. The Anima is my gauntlet; in that realm I have played tag with would-be Princes and dueled a Fiend. I walked with the Warbringer, chasing battles from one coast of this continent to the other: I was in the Valley, in the OC, in Palatka and at the Potomac.

I have had my silver cord severed and yet returned to my body. I have ascended to the pinnacle of the Lighthouse, and become the needle of a noose-compass within. I have consumed the heartsblood of Ouroboros. I have sung with the sunrise, and awakened in my own ashes. A Moth to the Flame, I have burned alive times beyond counting. I have gazed over the cliff’s edge and kept company with the echoes of my own laughter. Sister to Rose Red, I am the Liberator of Hansel and Gretel’s Fate.

I am She who was Healed by Breaking and Broken by Healing. My Third Eye falls from the night sky’s red star. It is such times that bring me here, where I am honored to fight by your side. May our next battle bring us the glory of a worthy foe defeated, rather than the sadness and rage of that which should never have been."

She meets Cyrus' gaze, as though expecting a response...but then, as soon as Eric begins to pet her, her eyes roll back into her head and she falls limp onto his shoulder - not in pain, but in the bliss of a feline being scratched.
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Eric · Joined: 30 Mar 2010 Posts: 255

:Eric while he petted Piscin, was a little taken back by her reaction. He soon became intrigued and ultimately amused as he continued to scratch behind her ears and at the top of her forehead and then behind her head:

"I think she likes it. Reminds me of my cat. Certainly had an affinity for people with good touch."

:He smiles and he continues to do so until the last ear scratch:

"You guys can continue talking or whatever it was that you were doing. Don't mind me."

:Smokes:
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OOC - Albert R. (Al)
Enforcer to the Custodians
Elder Brujah of the East Coast
Baron of Rockland and Orange County

Piscin · Joined: 28 Feb 2011 Posts: 157 Location: Williamsport

Piscin remains limp against Eric's shoulder while he pets her, only moving her head slightly to best enjoy the scratching.

When he stops, she stretches, blinks several times as she reacclimates, and resumes her crouch on the railing. Her only response to Eric is a playful head-butt to his chest (not hard enough for the horns to hurt, but he'd feel them).

She goes back to watching Cyrus, head tilted slightly.
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Cyrus The Virus Caine · Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 10:34 pm Post subject:

He blinked for a few moments, swallowing hard. Wow. That was an introduction. Of all the kindred he'd met, and things he'd run into, that was the first greeting of that kind he'd ever received. Taking a cue from what he heard, he quickly through a short shpeal together.

"I am Cyrus the Ghost blooded. Descended from Enoia, my sire is unknown to me. I have no tales of glory, sired during the burning times of Gotham. I have walked this nation from coast to coast, yet to find a place of peace.

When next we face the creator of this abomination, may it's blood stain both of our claws. I shall count you as one of my allies until one or both of us are ash in the wind."

he hoped that would work well enough, for a first try. A half nod would be given to Eric, having been more focused on not fucking this up.

Eric · Joined: 30 Mar 2010 Posts: 255

:Eric takes another drag while he gives sort of a nod of approval in return. He says nothing and just stares at the both of them, corresponding their words and actions in silent contemplation:

(Ooc - 100th post! w00t)
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"Grrr...we're warriors, Kakarot. Not ballerinas!" - Vegeta to Goku in hell; before fusion dance.

OOC - Albert R. (Al)
Enforcer to the Custodians
Elder Brujah of the East Coast
Baron of Rockland and Orange County

Piscin · Joined: 28 Feb 2011 Posts: 157 Location: Williamsport

Piscin breaks into a wide grin - not mocking, but warm and accepting.

"I wonder, does your ghost blood sing? Even if I miss the mark on that one, brother, blood will indeed stain our claws as we seek, together, the paradox that is both glory and peace. May you find both and more before our ashes scatter in the wind."
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Cyrus The Virus Caine · Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 10:58 pm Post subject:

"And on that note, I need a drink. Can I get you anything, by chance?" He raised a brow. Formality usually made him uncomfortable, some might say irritated. Who are we kidding? Cyrus was born irritated. This exchange, however, seemed almost natural...which made him mildly uncomfortable.