Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Aug 2, 2014 1:29:57 GMT
Gates sat in the corner of Christians watching the crowd of tasty morsels frolic. He at times rethought having sent Alexandras to Chicago. The place while not falling into disrepair was not quite at the top of its game any longer. It still managed to thrive but all in all it was less for her not being on premises. Its loss however was the young vampires gain. She would never have thrived here. She was a hot house flower that had plateaued. If she had remained she would never reach her full potential. She would have festered. That much was evident in her having taken not one but two lives. She had to die and yet as she had never truly lived Gates would not remove her from this mortal coil. As far as the rest of the Kiss and those in the know were concerned she was in fact dead well and truly.
Pushing those thoughts from his mind he looked on the crowd awaiting the arrival of his beast. He several candidates in mind. Yet here he was scouting a relatively weaker lycanthrope for that position. He was bucking many trends in this and yet he was self-assured that this would be the first of many that he would take to himself. It was a never before tried thing he was planning and yet he couldn’t be more sure of his steps. This city was a place where the dark flourished he knew that so would his plans.
Allowing his mind to wonder he thought of his lovely Antoinette. Long since removed from this existence and yet still in his heart of hearts. He missed her as well as the time they had when visiting Isadora’s predecessor in Chicago. He did not envy her the problems that were brewing there. In truth he was just digging the city out from the Council’s attack on him. The Big easy wasn’t as easy as most believed and yet it was beloved all the same. Especially by him.
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Post by Ramon Sanchez on Aug 2, 2014 4:50:17 GMT
Ramon had gotten a call from his supposed manager and all but cursed him to an inch of his life once he heard where he was supposed to be playing tonight. Freaking idiot had booked him to play in a place he could run into serious trouble. Even though he was what he was you didn't mess with most vamps unless they were babies and to easy a target to pass up, but there he was back stage and getting his things set up. He could feel them out there snacking and writhing like living things that weren't. Shaking his head he didn't dislike the undead just had a healthy respect for his own well being and most times any meeting with one wasn't good for the health.
His hype man went out on stage after the rest of the band to get the crowed worked up, Remy's revenge played a mix of original songs and covers by their favorite artists. Most of which sounded like they belonged on the soundtrack for an Ann Rice novel come to life. It was vaguely ironic and almost comical if you believed in that sort of thing. At his cue the enigmatic front man slash bassist strutted out all black pleather pants and open net shirt. He knew better then try to flex on the vampires with his aura of allure but some leaked any way he was just naturally charismatic. Gyrating and slinking with that non human grace as he sang of all things "so cold" by static X.
He did it justice and soon all the little human, ladies in the room all the want to be goth cuties were screaming and trying to get him to touch their hands. Giving them his most smoldering look and lip curl, making one faint and him smile evilly. Those eyes swept the crowd and stuck at a large man some where in the back, he felt different and it almost hurt to tear his gaze away. He needed to focus on his performance.
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Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Aug 2, 2014 7:03:52 GMT
Gates wore a smile as the little Rodere stepped upon the stage his aura was surprisingly bright for a non-alpha of his type. He while enjoying the music enjoyed the rush of the crowd’s emotions. He wasn’t of the same ilk as his maker who would relish and triumph in the shifting frenzy of lust adoration and unrequited seeds of love coursing through the crowd. Even as he knew his maker would push those emotions stirring them like a soup as they tore at the humans like wild beasts vying for dominance; Gates would not do such a thing. The temptation was always there he had been brought into unlife to sow such discord and antimony. He’d been made to conquer in every way he could find, create, or steal. He however had left those days behind as his maker had all but left the land of the living. He supposed that he could stir him into being but that was a hell he would not wreak upon the world. Not as it was. Even on his most peaceful of behaviors his maker would tear the world asunder piecemeal.
Looking outward to still the whisper of that legacy he again caught the Rodere looking his way. Reaching across the void of space Gates spoke one question. A one worded question as loaded as firearm in an enemy’s hand. ‘Yes?’ he thought at the Rodere careful to not push more than a brush of his aura towards him. Tempting though it was he even kept from prying into the man’s thoughts. There was a true darkness underneath the faux darkness he wore as façade. It reminded Gates of the aphorism that the best place to hide was in plain sight. He knew the unspoken rule of Christians. The secret he allowed to flourish with one caveat. Gone were the days where the vampires gathered would drink their fill. No deaths were allowed within the confines. Even as that was law he knew that accidents happened. Some went to far others simply did not have the control to partake of a smorgasbord without glutting themselves.
Be that as it were he now wondered if the rule of Christians applied to those who partook of the establishment financially. If it did he would speak for the Rodere gaining him an exemption from at least feeding any of the other vampires in residence.
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Post by Ramon Sanchez on Aug 2, 2014 7:57:14 GMT
He heard the man clear as day in his head and it made him growl low in his throat which despite not being part of the song went unnoticed by the crowd but not so much by his band mates. They eyed him but kept playing, he made it through two more songs then their set was considered done. Ray had shut down his shields tight boxing his aura so as not to have to answer the deadman during his performance but when the show was over he let the thought drift in his direction " my humblest apologies chere you caught me off guard. May I approach?"
Upon permission he stepped down getting pawed but none of it registered as that other worldly grace and swagger brought him hip swinging and brooding to the corner Gates sat in. He stood not to close as to not be seen as trying to tower over the man, he'd not do well to offer such insult despite his dominance. He was dominant not stupid, you always knew when there was a bigger gator in the swamp. From this distance the impressive amount of ink on the mans skin could be scene, several pin ups a few symbols and lettering of all manners scrolled over slightly tanned and very toned skin.
He knew most knew what the club was but he would not be the fool to out them, even though he knew some sort of proticol demanded he offer his throat to this man as a sign of acknowledgment. Looking around nervous" I am Ramon Sanchez most just call me Dirty..of Remy's Revenge at your service."
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Post by Gates on Aug 2, 2014 8:22:53 GMT
Gates nodded his ascent a slow downward drop of his head along with an equally slow return to its former height. As the Rodere neared Gates attention immediately went to the crowd of would be sycophants in his wake. Speaking to the all but bristling man as his eyes roamed the crowd. Taking in their wants their need to be seen even their aggression as they vied for his attention. "I can be agreeable but I doubt I have ever been called dear by a stranger. Especially one so ill-suited to my charms." Gates chose English and aloud so as to insure his words were understood. He’d appraised the man as well as his beast prior to the man’s approach. As such he watched the crowd. He knew that as frenzied with adoration as they were all it would take for an explosion of emotion would be a stray thought.
Luckily Christians was an anything went hodge-podge of types of attire. He himself dressed business casual under other circumstances even shaded as he was by the gloom about him would have stood out. His head at a quizzical angle as he perused the crowd Gates continued watching as he spoke. He allowed a flicker of power to tickle the edges of their conversation. It would keep the mortals at bay temporarily and avoid them space to discuss things best left unsaid to a mortal.
"I am Gates." He began by way of introducing himself. “Your band plays well. I am hoping that was your last set?” Gates said as he watched the lead guitarist being escorted to one of the VIP booths. He had been chosen as snack by one of the guards from NightHawks. He knew now that there were no exceptions to Christain’s rule of donation. As long as they didn’t koll the law would never be able to touch the place. He wasn’t sure if the rodere had eaten or drank anything within the presmises.
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Post by Ramon Sanchez on Aug 2, 2014 17:57:01 GMT
He nodded then and smirked " apologies mon capi-ton , I meant no offense to your sexuality or manliness its just how I talk no?"
Ramon never ate or drank anything offered here he didn't trust them, as a master manipulator him self. The beta had a definite almost master flair and as dangerous as he could be now just imagine if he could come up some and become that which he almost now was. Seeing his guitarist he shook his head softly in dismay. "well no we are done but I have a feeling even if we were not Id not be able to do much else my guitarist is now gone for snack time."
He had told the guys not to look into their eyes and not to accept any offer, to them but the woman who had lead Danny away was good looking so he could partially understand it. This man tho the one in front of him was hard to read and he was almost sure he didnt want to any how. Not into horror novels so to speak. He had felt vampires before but this one had talked to him directly and had almost pulled him off stage from the start something was up.
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Post by Gates on Aug 2, 2014 18:41:13 GMT
Gates looked at the Rat Ramon full on for but a split second. He wasn’t a beast Gates had any metaphysical pull over. Yet there was something there Gates knew that the man could be dangerous. That and the darkness sitting just beneath the surface piqued his interest. Gates spoke slowly and carefully keeping every whiff of his aura contained for a moment." No, need to apologize."
Returning his gaze to the crowd Gates watched as like lemmings one after the other of Ray’s adoring public began falling away crestfallen. A few he was would be far more problematic. Eavesdropping on their thoughts he knew the redhead would be by far the worst. She had found where Ray stayed and had left a gift for him. Cocking his head as he caught a glimpse of the ‘gift’. He couldn’t say he approved nor did he think Ray would either. A rotting corpse no matter how obtained was still a rotting corpse. "Your friend will be as fine as he can be with that one. Her bark is by far worse than her bite."
Pausing as he flicked his gaze from the woman to Ray. “You however might want to find a new place to lay your head for a few days until the stench clears.” Yes she had obtained the course from the morgue yet such a desecration was an affront to Gates sensibilities. Marking her in his head he would pay her a visit but soon. He could compulse her to undo her handy work but that was the easy road for him. Anything worth doing was worth doing with the proper effort.
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Post by Ramon Sanchez on Aug 4, 2014 0:31:37 GMT
Listening as the vampire told him his friend was ok and then that he was being watched or stalked had those thick black brows knitting. Cursing softly " crazy women we breed them here no? Its like in the water or something like that."
He would indeed not go home to that apartment but as a rat he always kept more then one escape so it would be just as easy to pick a set of keys in his jeep and go to where they belonged. Most of them he got by honestly and used to let others who needed it stay a night or two never leaving anything of value in them but the nicer ones. That made him smile he had two that he'd won in a card game and the aura of manipulation he could project had definitely helped his hands. He didn't worry over checking his thoughts with the man it seemed it wouldn't do much as this one was fairly old and powerful. He know fairly well that if he'd wanted to Ray would probably be a crying mess in the corner and that was not something the rat wanted.
" Thank you for the warning is there anything I might be able to do for you this evening then?"
He offered, because it was what you do when there was someone of power and influence looking you over. You made your self useful and if this was the new Master of the City then he definitely wanted to get in where he fit in.
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Post by Gates on Aug 4, 2014 1:47:37 GMT
He saw that his news had struck its target in the set of the man’s shoulders. He gave him credit for not immediately looking to the crowd of women. Normally most would have begun attempting to read faces trying to gauge which face belonged to the intruder. "You are welcome. I don’t think it’s the water, however." Ramon was a survivor and most survivors of his ilk did not watch over their shoulders instead they spent the effort in trying to distance themselves from whatever was behind them.
“Indeed, you can. I am in the hunt to strengthen the Kiss. I would also seek to strengthen the Court as a whole. You have certain traits I find useful. Would you offer them to me?” Gates could have attempted to use subterfuge. He could have chosen to force his hand. In the end however that was a door through which he walked when no other means were available. In the here and now he was looking to distance himself from what had been. The European Council had attempted to destroy his city. They had cost him greatly. He however would not yield. He would not bow to them or anyone else. He expected the same strength of character in those of his city. For it was his city from the greta fires of old to the hurricanes of recent memory it was is. Every broken building, shuttered business, lost child it was all his. He would make it better. He would strengthen it. That would begin with finding those with skill, drive, and independent thought.
Ramon was definitely such a man. While he was not a beast that Gates could compel easily or specifically he wanted the man’s survivor’s instinct in use of the Kiss. He was no Alpha but he knew that the rodere within the city were too numerous to be held by one leader. In fact for a large period of time they were not only the most numerous but fought tooth and claw to be the only clan within the city. Some of those instincts still remained in the older of their clan.
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Post by Ramon Sanchez on Aug 5, 2014 2:16:12 GMT
His well sculpted brow raised momma said there would be days like this, well technically she hadn't because she died before he could remember her. Some bodies momma had said it to him he was sure then, that there would be a door one day that once walked through could not be returned from. This was that door, arms crossing he looked around and then gave a soft barely perceptible nod.
"Yeah you got it I can do that."
Smirking, he put his hand on his hip. "so man you got like a secret lair or henchmen or somethin?"
He sat half way on the table of the booth, tired of standing. Flicking hair out of his eyes and smoothing his hand over his pants. Ramon wasn't the type to be still long and at current was jonesing for a cigarette. Leg jumping gently, fingers drumming this was the longest he'd felt out of his league in a long while. He didn't know how to keep going with this other then to order a drink but he still didn't trust the tender here.
He needed a meal a drink a smoke and maybe a warm body for the night, gates could have them all at the same time. It made him laugh softly thinking about it.
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Post by Gates on Aug 5, 2014 4:13:01 GMT
"Offre," Gates said easing from the booth far too predatory for his own liking. He was satiated but something about being near lycanthropes made him far more vibrantly monstrous. It was he supposed why he stayed in the company of as many as he did all the while not wishing to betray that aspect of his persona.
Feeling the basic needs of Ramon Gates said "You mustn't eat nor drink here if you value your blood." It sounded like a threat but it was a statement of fact. If so much as one drop past his lips Ramon would be prey. He was a strong lycanthrope which meant that he was sure that the others would attempt to pass him around a bit before allowing him to leave. gates was still unsure if the rules applied to the talent in truth or was Ramons bandmate simply offering one thing to gain another. Vampire's couldn't procreate but that didn't stop them form trying as often as they were given the chance.
"And Yes I have a Bat-church."Gates said his mission for the place concluded he was of a mind to be free of Christians. It was not to his liking but it was an institution so he allowed it to stand. He waned a new Nawlins but he wouldn't build it on the corpse of one he'd killed. It meant for as long as they did not break his no death policy he would allow it to stand mostly unmolested.
Reaching into his inside breast pocket Gates retrieved a filigreed business card. It was Black on Black with just a phone number embossed. It was almost impossible to read if one didn't have heightened senses. It was safe enough that he could leave it just about anywhere. Not that he ever would. It was private number that few had access to. Holding it towards Ramon he said,"I can be reached here unless you would like to join me. I am off to make the rounds of several businesses. Most of which can provide sustenance."
"Offre"= "Deal"
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Post by Ramon Sanchez on Aug 6, 2014 23:28:42 GMT
Hearing the man and nodding he knew well enough already you didnt eat or drink here but hearing it from mister big bad him self cemented it. He took the card and lifted that brow with a smile debating on futher spending time with the man or cutting out and heading home. His curiosity won out and he figured if he was charged with helping the man he might as well get to see some of the things he did.
So when Gates left Ray would be right behind, slinking along best he could and looking like the coolest cat. That was pretty funny considering he was a rat not a cat but most people understood any how. He would leave his ride parked here and ride with Gates in his mode of transport. Waiting for him to get in first then slipping in and settling back. Instantly going into lounge mode, glancing around at the plush surrounds.
He could get used to this for sure, smirking. Eyes dragged over the other briefly not wanting to stare, man was dressed well and clean cut. He could have fit in any board room of corporate america, well unless they were racists but that was neither here nor there.
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Post by Gates on Aug 10, 2014 3:12:37 GMT
Gates didn’t remark as Ramon fell into step without it being suggested. It was the ego boost it always was a beast at his step without the effort used in asserting his dominance. It made him have hope that tomorrow would be a better day than the city’s past. Ramon was a fine free agent to have moving about the city keeping an eye on things from his vantage. How best to utilize him would become apparent in due time. He would do his best to keep his bloods penchant for megalomaniacal behavior. He unlike others had been paying attention. He knew that before the Council there was another way of doing things. He knew that the Council had blunted the tooth of those that would be the monsters beneath the bed. He also knew that it was evolution. He was looking towards the next step. He would never tell anyone or even admit to himself aloud but his gaze was firmly on the future.
Even so aspected he didn’t and wouldn’t take his eyes off the present. Doing so he knew that would cost the lives of the innocent population of New Orleans and the outlying Parishes. He would not sacrifice the city for his vision of the future. No he would not sacrifice the present for the future. Ramon would play a huge roll in where he wanted the city and potential world to head. “What would you prefer for a bite Ray?” Gates said as he sat within the car waiting for ray to settle himself.
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Post by Ramon Sanchez on Aug 11, 2014 0:32:44 GMT
Ray smirked and thought to him self what was he in the mood for? Something crispy delicious and not good for him at all, he knew most places did po boys so it just depended on what kind they had. He spoke up" A seafood mix po boy extra dressed and a cold beer would be great."
So when Gates pulled up to the first place he smiled nodded this place had a good reputation as far as food quality. Getting out of the car with him and behind him when he walked in. While the man went to handle what ever business it was he had to Ray went to the counter and ordered a large extra dressed seafood po boy. Getting his corona and sitting to wait for it to be made.
The sandwich when it reached him was cut on diagonal across the middle and spilling over full of fat crunchy gulf shrimp oysters and clams. The spiced mayo was perfect and there wasn't more then a fist full of lettuce to be found. Squishing the good french bread around the sandwich and taking a bite, it was almost a religious experience how good the food in the city was. Making short order of the first half by the time Gates was done and taking the second half and his beer to the car.
He was careful to spill nothing and fastidious as most rodents were about cleaning his beard mouth and hands when done.
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Post by Gates on Aug 11, 2014 22:29:07 GMT
"Well then that is what you should have." Gates had some business at Beautimous and as such instructed the driver as to the destination. Moving into the New Orleans home of Arcadian hospitality he was as wary as a mouse in cats home. He deposited a drachma into the offering plate as he passed the register. He wouldn’t speak on what it meant to him, ever. As rusted and corroded as it in fact was many would never guess as to its actual worth or meaning. He merely motioned towards Ray as he approached Mama Day’s sister. She would have her staff see to his needs of sustenance.
Speaking in hushed tones he assured her of the continued pact between the Kiss and her. She had not received the best treatment in the past but now having the time He would mend fences where he could. He knew that the horizon held more storms than rainbows so he was shoring defenses mending tears and preparing. The conversation took longer than he would have expected with the Arcadians sense of hospitality. He was sorry that she had felt so wrongly used. But he had no idea as to the nature of Arcadian politics which had her in such a mood for blood. Having concluded his business Gates looked towards Ray as he was gormandizing his meal
Seeing him prepare to leave Gates moved towards the door. Gates watched the man’s behavior seeing his beast in him as he ate. Allowing him to finish in the car as they moved to the next item on Gates rounds for the evening. “Ray have you made any connections with the other clans?”
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