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on today's VTM drama

Frank : Why does Jack smell nicer than anyone else?

also Frank : I'm not going to listen to Weylen and ask Jack if what Weylen has said is correct.

Meanwhile

Weylen : I'm going to kill him...

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Jack stopped in his tracks, yes he wasn't on their territory and that was fine for most of the night. However, there was always someone who just had to rain on his parade. At this moment, 6 armed goons were circling him, coming out of bushes while he had simply taken a stroll in a park, hoping to find a willing participant.

The Salubri looked around. "I would suggest you just move along gentlemen,really wouldn't tempt the devil on that one." he honestly warmed them.The guys laughed. "There's only one of you and six of us, what are you going to do, vamp?"Jack smiled, a sinister smile."Me? Nothing.I'm just strolling through here in peace, my man. Not interested in creating any trouble."

He titled his head. In his state of humanity, he had to make sense of some victims, those were deserving of pain and pain led to consent anyway. It was a bit of a twisted way to think about it. "You blood suckers really have made a number on the city, one less always makes me sleep better." Jack cocked an eyebrow. Ah, that changed things.

"I still wouldn't do that if I were you, my companion gets...really...mad when someone touches what's his. You wouldn't want to find out. " he stated in a lower voice. He probably could take them all, even as hunters. One came at him, and he did not really need much to move and take hold of his arm to then simply break it and let go. Another came with a knife and managed to cut his cheek. He growled but instead of fighting back, he just chuckled. "Come play, mon amour, they want to."

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"I can't believe someone would do this to you…”

There was a tighter scarf around his neck. Usually he had it on to keep unwanted teeth from it, but it served another purpose now too. He listened to Igraine, in complete silence. Eyes on her with a focus and intent. Weylen had agreed to let him come back to work because his compulsion had gotten out of hand, he needed some empathetic actions to calm the beast for good and regain control. Which, in a ED, plenty to go around.

As the Toreador asked the question, he breathed in slowly. Voice, worked with air, yet he had no voice box that was intact, it was slowly coming back together, but all he could do for now, was merely move his lips and whisper at a supernatural low. "The Sabbat takes, it does not care...for politics or territory or who I belong to." he explained. To younger vampires, they were almost a myth, rarely rapid in bigger cities anymore, not in the US anyway.

"They consume, they are unapologetic about their beast and thus... it was inevitable." He paused, it wasn't pain. It was strain, physical strain. The tissue was not mended enough for a conversation. "I...survived...worse."

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[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured.

Encounters with the Sabbat were rare these nights.Encounters with Tzimisce and Gangrel, well that was just he unlucky night. As soon as Jack had locked eyes with them, he had known, the trouble he was in.

He had been out with Himiko, a concert. He was happy for a little distraction from the mundane and the evening had been quite nourishing with the music and the ambiance. Made him forget the world for a bit. Jack put a hand on her arm and pulled her behind him. Slowly backing away. He pushed her away from him. He turned to look at her. She was younger, much younger. "Go...don't look back. "he ordered. "Go Himiko" he whispered with a serious urgency in his voice. Jack would by them both some time, while she could get to safety, he would hold them off. It wouldn't be the first time.

The fight that had ensued was brutal, Jack, built like a tank,endured, thanks to his natural talents. Negating much damage, throwing it back at them. Even if he slaughtered two, the blood bursts he forced himself to have to compensate for wounds and intensity in discipline were starting to get him to the edge of what he could withstand. They were relentless, true to their sect. They wanted him as they had noticed what he really was. The inevitable claw at his neck put him to his knees. Blood gushing from it. Half of it missing.

Jack did not really remember much after that. The beast had taken over and his mind had gone blank. From hunger, from aggravated damage, he could not say. He knew that he had hit the ground, feeling teeth get to the wound as he tried to jerk away.

As he regained consciousness, barely, gurgling form his throat, unable to speak, he realised he was carried. He did not need to make out the details to know by whom and simply leaned his head against him while closing his eyes again. @pittbats

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Discretion was a key word for their kind. They had become whispers for a reason. Especially in modern days. Too many cameras, too many paper trails and looking at the ambulance in front of him was already souring his mood a bit.

"The fuck happened to the ambulance Odd?" Jack was perlexed at the state of the vehicle. He glanced at the paramedic then back at the ambulance. Not only was the inside repainted and redecorated with different shades of red, but the outside had taken quite the hit. "You were supposed to just go for a pick and clean up. " he wondered, his arms hanging to his side, just expecting an explanation at this point.

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❝ The people have spoken! Viva la resistance! ❞

"Did you know that the resistance was a vamp idea? Easier to cause blood shed and create fear and paranoia , courage and determination...made the blood tastier...it never was the people... " Jack chuckled, fangs showing as he did not really move from his sitting spot.

"But please... do show the world that you are now une enfant du capitalisme ( a child of capitalism) ... so very 21 first century of you. I am sure these shoes will go lovely with the - " glanced at the screen. " 575 items of clothes you ordered."

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"…Yeah, I didn't buy that one myself"

Jack cocked an eyebrow. "Un prétendant ?" a suitor ? he asked with some sort of a smile. His voice whispered as he did not feel the need to really get louder just yet. The scarf was still tight around his neck. He had almost finished his mending journey from the attack on him. It all felt still tender while his body asked for rest and he did not allow it. "Or maybe that is not something ...how do you say... trendy? "

Old traditions he knew, these new one or even her American name, he did not bother with. He had been courted and captured, centuries ago at this point. It had elevated his station.

Slowly he approached the animal. "It is quite the beauty." The jet black horse was looking at him, like a prey a predator. Judging if it should flee or not. Jack put his hand out slowly. This had been his job, a long time ago. "Tout doux mon beau..." easy there beautiful , he whispered as he let the animal nudge him. Jack caressed his neck with a slow deliberate motion. "Mh...he wonders what you will do with him."