#trollingtremere

[lostfledgling]

Saaleha @ Lyle

[artsynanotech]

Primogen 101 (Trollingtremere)

Just over a month had passed since the Camarilla in DC fought off a coalition of Sabbat and Giovanni insurgents. Life for the mortals of the city had gone (mostly) back to normal after what they believed was a particularly violent gang-related conflict. The capital's kindred, however, were still recovering. Their Elysium had been destroyed in the violence. While construction on a new building was well underway it wouldn't be finished for another several weeks. The newly appointed Sherriff was still on the hunt for enemy stragglers, trying to track down which cities they may have fled to and alerting her peers. And that wasn't even taking into account the kindred who'd been lost in the fighting... 

Thankfully for Scott King, most of that wasn't his problem. His primary concern was making sure things ran smoothly in in the city's temporary Elysium. In the absence of an official location he'd volunteered his grandsire's former haven as a substitute. The previous keeper of Elysium hadn't survived the attacks, and as Scott technically owned the property they were using, he'd been pulling double duty as both Keeper of Elysium and Clan Toreador's newest primogen.

The first job was honestly easier. Scott actually knew what he was supposed to be doing.

It was also how he knew Lyle Kersten was coming to town. Which, to be fair, he also knew because his Tremere coterie mate would not shut up about how excited she was for the renovations to DC's chantry that Mr. Kersten was coming to consult on. But he'd heard it through Elysium first. 

Though Mr. Kersten had offered to be something of a mentor for Scott, Scott had not really taken him up on the offer. It had honestly slipped Scott’s mind in the blur of crazy nights that had been Scott's existence after their last meeting. He was happy to be able to see the Tremere regent again, though, especially now that he was feeling more out of his depth than ever.

So it was that he waited on one of the couches in the foyer of his grandsire's haven - an old brick factory just outside the city whose interior had been refurbished in a most lavish and comfortable fashion - waiting for Mr. Kersten to arrive so he could introduce him to the Prince. There were a few other kindred milling about, chatting amongst themselves and ignoring Scott. Which was just as well. Scott really didn't want to talk to them either. He was dressed in his usual style - a sweater vest and slacks - and had his nose deep in an book about architecture.

[ivoryancient]

@trollingtremere They had sent the location and time to Lyle in a discreet private message. And then had excused themselves from Annes home in order to get ready. From where they now sat this could either ho very well or horrifyingly bad. Lyle was still a tremere after all, and tremere and ancients? But then again..anyone and ancients. It was always a gamble no matter what they did. "Their" place ended up motel. Similar to the one they had used to use before it had been compromised. Adjusting their shawl the toreador had little to do but wait and play with their skirt to idly pass the time and do their best to keep their mind off of other things. Truth be told their heart more often than not felt like a ball of lead these days, and meeting up with lyle in private almost felt...filthy. Torrie reminded themselves again that they no longer had any ties. They were free.

[m1tn1ck]

@trollingtremere

Ho-ly f-ing Christ it was boring. 

It nearly made the Nosferatu want to pray for something to go wrong just to allow him a reprieve from the monotony. Not that boredom was easy to come by, in fact had he voiced his complaints someone else might have told him to shut up and enjoy it. Because when wasn’t shit going down? Couldn’t he just take it easy and fucking relax for once? 

Well. No? 

Mitnick liked a challenge. He liked getting shit done. But after several months of incredibly productive coding finally coming to completion he and the rest of the Warrens tech support had found themselves in a momentary lull. 

The next project was coming....soon...but it wasn’t here yet. 

And ho-ly shit was it driving him nuts. The Nossie sighed, his breath whistling between his crooked teeth as he hit the refresh button on the forum one more time. 

Maybe something had finally happened since he looked ten minutes ago. 

[manticorablogs]

   The Tremere Anarchs had worked quickly to get rid of their presence in their old home. Things were burned, stripped, thrown away. Anything salvageable was moved to various storage facilities under fake names...After they were done their once home had been left as a shell, soaked through with bleach and gasoline. Grenades and other traps had been set up throughout as presents for whoever decided to snoop here. Only thing stopping them from burning it down was that it was right in between all these normal apartments...

   Alexis had been sent off to a hotel as soon as all the demolishing had begun to happen, it wasn’t a four star or anything just an okay hotel and even had breakfast service. Dexter instructed Alexis to try and stay low and gave her both an allowance to last for possibly several months and a jar of sealed blood- his own. That one he warned her to only open when she felt strong withdrawal symptoms...even then he was unsure if it would be as good as fresh vitae and could only hope it would tie her over in case none of them could drop by.

   Overall they had turned to what could only described to a life of drifters. Suddenly just dropping off the radar of even other Anarchs and not calling the Nosferatu for help. Most of the nights their phones were turned off to try and escape being traced, the times they used them they kept Lyle’s advice on hiding their ip and signal.

   At some point they had split up, Sebastian on his bike. Dexter and Al on foot. No one was particularly happy and Alphonso wondered if all of this was even necessary in the long run. He had felt like they made themselves vulnerable and gave up territory.

   Sitting alone on a park bench Al had uncannily still kept a very well put together appearance despite everything. He slides his phone out to check his messages before dialing a rather new number- they had been given her number a while ago but no one had taken up the offer before now.

[gangrelfools]

Alexis loudly chewed on some gum as she started folding the laundry, in a way she found this as a test of willpower as she was very, very, tempted to just kind of put on Dexter’s shirt. It was so warm and clean as it just came out of the dryer...No, no she’d best not. Just fold it up, put it into the hamper and somehow end up in one of Sebastian’s hundreds of pink floofy bathrobes, which also just came out of the dryer. Ahhh, it was so warm and great and she didn’t care what Sebastian felt about her wearing his dumb bathrobes on colder nights, she could probably take him in a fight, just put him in a head lock and give the weeniepire a noogie. That’s what he gets for not getting her her drink from downstairs while she was in the bathroom upstairs, did he really expect her to go down the fucking ladder to get her drink with her almost hoof like prosthetic leg? Did he know how difficult it was just to get up into the second floor in the first place?! WHY DID THE OTHER FLOORS HAVE LEGIT STAIRS?! Okay, now Alexis was annoyed as she folded up the rest of the clothes, remember in her daily struggle to get up and down the ladder just to use the restroom and boy to think that there was even a time when there wasn’t even a toilet...Good thing she had Dexter though, what a good person and now she was happy again. After making sure that she got all of the clothes she rested the hamper on her hip and started to leave, still wearing Sebastian’s bathrobe as she somewhat limped down the sidewalk a few blocks from the chantry. She was feeling a little more brave lately as her shitty disguise seemed to be fooling enough people, over looking that she did nothing to hide the fake leg besides wearing pants, went by ‘Alex’ now instead of Alexis and was still noticeably of Mexican decent...Yeah no, this disguise was the worst and she barely passed as a male even with the clothes she borrowed from Alphonso and a few she ‘picked up’ at the laundry mat. It was probably mostly honestly that she was in Anarch territory so she was somewhat safer then had she still been roaming around Camerilla territory...She sometimes wondered if she should just let Alphonso do his magic and shape her to look more male instead of covering herself from nose to toe in clothes, nose because she wore scarves to cover up the burn marks along her neck and why not just cover up more of her face while she could. Shame Dexter said no fleshcrafting in the house. @trollingtremere

[lostfledgling]

Saaleha sat in her living room silently, staring over most of her packed goods while sitting on a bigger suit case, phone idly in hand. She didn’t really know how long she would be gone, assumed not forever, so she gave everything to pay two months of rent, not a cent to her name. Gave an early resignation at the bakery, claiming she got a job opportunity over in France, and of course Yasir believed her. She had told Kamilah the same, bit the toreador knew better yet said nothing. She understood why Saaleha would lie to her, knew she would do the same and just felt pleased, proud even that her sister was willing to reach out for the help that she would need. She had informed most of her friends that she’d be leaving but would try and stay in touch, which was the rise decision since if she had stayed she could have attacked someone, or worse, Wilhelm would have brought her more blood in pity. Granted from dead kindred to eliminate a bond if he could manage to kill one but none the less further ghoulhood. Good intentions to end the girls suffering but would only prolong the suffering in the long run. Saaleha took a deep breath, feeling anxious with second thoughts, what if Dexter came back in just a few nights tops? What if this was the wrong decision? She’d be alone, caged, would she even be able to leave the hotel? No, she did her best to push those thoughts from her mind just long enough to quickly send, ‘Red’ to Lyle, not even sure if he’d still take her in after what all had happened between them. She then leaned back on her suitcase...Was red the right word? She was pretty sure it was a color at the very least she was suppose to send but she was starting to have troubles focusing on much at the moment, the anxious feeling grew along with a feeling of just wanting to leave, go out into the night and do...something. She wasn’t sure what but she was sure that it probably wasn’t a good thing. She groaned, growled even as she put her phone away, resting her head in her hands. She figured this was now in the hands of Allah, that if this was his plan for her, then she’d go but if not then Lyle just probably wouldn’t show up.

[lostfledgling]

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Kamilah knew thatLyle had been in the room, yet as she was deeply developed in her ownthoughts she had not really given a moment to look towards or evenacknowledge the Primogen. Her fingers dropped across the counter, itsounded unsteady, clumsy even.‘Be merciful to othersand you will receive mercy. Forgive others and Allah will forgiveyou’This played in Kamilah’s head as she had a toughdecision in front of her, there was a growing feeling of guilt in herfor past actions. It came and went with the years, but recently ithad felt so strong. She wanted to be forgiven, and yet she did notknow if she was strong enough herself to forgive. Or if forgivenesswas even deserved.Her thoughts were soon disturbedthough, perhaps she had ignored the Primogen for too long as she soonfelt him upon her, arms around her waist from behind that pulled herin close. She made a small ‘oh!’ noise, body tense for a secondor two before closing her eyes, hands carefully placed over Lyle’sas she felt the pressure of his head along her shoulder.Itfelt nice, the pressure was comforting. She felt like she couldeasily allow this to go on, just stand here in his embrace forhowever long he wished and feel safe and yet she knew she could not.She loved being held, but it wasn’t right.“Please”She started up, lightly tightening her grip on his hands beforetrying to remove them. “We cannot, and shall not.” Shecould only wonder if he was drunk again. He didn’t really seem toget so touchy unless he was under some kind of sustenance. “I’mmarried” –Lyle had made a mistake by allowingSaaleha’s room to be stocked with anything sharp, as each day theHunter went without that sweet taste of blood the harder it became tothink straight. The harder it became to not seek out the bloodherself. Until a moment of weakness and self-righteous thoughts mixedtogether to create something dangerous in the girl and soon enoughone knife and one Hunter was missing past curfew. Andwhile Saaleha wasn’t yet so driven by addiction to attack Lyle, shewas not beneath attacking another who she deemed ‘nonredeemable’and she had taken time to track down a target. To wait until theywere feeding somewhere they had probably thought they were safe,until they were vulnerable to attempt an attack.Knifegripped in her hands and in her soul, she had the conviction to kill.Where normally the girl would need anger and stress, here she hadaddiction and self-righteousness to full something dangerouswithin.Saaleha started to take a step closer, eyes lockedon the kindred who had not yet noticed her while a light nearby thetarget began to glow brighter. The word was starting to form in herhead, the verbal trigger for Blaze. Yet before she couldeven enter the light, before it could became painfully agonizing,before the attack could truly begin hands shot out from the shadowsfrom behind the girl. She had missed curfew after all, and either insaving the kindred, the girl, or his own name, Lyle had managed totrack down the Hunter who he now held in a tight embrace. One handover her mouth and an arm around her as she was pulled back deeperinto the darkness and oh how she silently struggled againsthim.There would surely be punishment for breaking curfew,much less for being caught trying to straight up murder a kindred forwhat one could only assume for blood and yet all Saaleha could thinkabout was how her prey was getting away as she struggled, kicked atthe air.The light died down back into a dull glow as theHunter was forcibly removed from the scene, leaving one cluelesskindred and their prey confused about a light that almost seemed likeit was going to pop.@trollingtremere