Vampire: The Requiem (Role-Play)

Soon after, the fourth and last elevator lit up, signalling the arrival of the final guest, Nelferis Raven. The doors open up and she notices the other people in the room.

"Alright, what's the big idea here?! Who kidnapped me?!"

Some shuffling noise could be heard from beyond the main door before a voice booms into existence.

"Okay! You're all here! Looks like we can finally get started. I'll open the doors in a jiffy and let you guys in. Remember to wipe your shoes before you come in."

Some typing could be heard, followed by some walking, getting quieter with each step. After a while, the steps stop and a click noise could be heard, and the door opens almost instantly, revealing thee elegant-office like room of the man-in-black, now sitting comfortably behind his desk, motioning with his hands towards the four armchairs in front of him.

"Welcome, my honoured guests. Please, have a seat. I believe proper introductions are finally in order."

With that, the man stands up and offers his hand and a smile for a shake.

"I'm Samuel Graves, but I'd prefer it if you call me Graves."

"Greetings, Graves. Richter Stein."

Shakes Graves' hand. Sitting nonchalantly in one of the chairs.

"So what made you bring us here of all places? I don't doubt you so far on what you're trying to do. But I will require full details."

Samuel Graves... Hardly any info on him besides the fact that he wants to try something on Caramilla. Disgusting fact that I have nothing on him...

Alice went inside the room along with the others and took a seat, "I'd like to ask the same, why am I brought here, what do you want from me? I have better things to do you know?", said Alice, to the man-in-black.

Graves slipped back onto his seat and continued.

"Please, call me Graves. As for why you're here, I've already mentioned some of it to Mr. Ares and Mr. Zan here, but I shall go into more detail."

He cleared his breath and took a long breath before beginning his speech

"I intend to form a small but dedicated organization of Kindred. One that works outside of the rules of the current government of vampires, the Camarilla. I've handpicked all of you because of the diversity between each and every one of you. I believe, with such a group, we can combine our strengths and cover any weaknesses.

"Of course, it's never as simple as that. In addition to fulfilling my own needs of authority, I wish to give each of you a chance to pick yourselves up. You may not realize it, but you're all in deep shit, despite all the potential you have. If you don't believe me, you can try testing me. Hell, you can even try walking out of this building. Exit's over. Let's see how far you can go, though I doubt any of you will make it past the premises."

He takes one last drag from his cigarette before stubbing it out, and looking to his guests.

"Oh, where are my manners?"

He takes out his pack of cigarettes and lighter and places it on the table, offering them.

"Any of you smoke? Anyway, I've said a lot. Now, do any of you have any questions?"

"Questions; What rules are you implying by saying "outside of the rules of the current government"? What do you mean by "give each of you a chance to pick yourselves up"? And what do you mean when you say that we are in "deep shit"?, an agnry, yet grumpy expression formed on Alice's face.

Her face then lighted up for a bit, "By the way, I don't smoke.".

Graves takes a long, hard look at the questioning girl, and smiles.

"Not the smoking type, huh? Not a problem, at least you're feisty. I like that in a girl," he says with an almost twisted tone.

"Alright, I'll start with you, Princess. Put it this way: I want my own group over which I have complete but fair control. I've been turned down by multiple parties of the Camarilla several times. They said someone as inexperienced and impractical as myself. You can say this is my chance of proving them wrong by not only shoving it up their noses, but their asses as well. As for the latter two..."

Graves then takes out a folder from a side-drawer and opens it. His eyes quickly travel through the documents and stands up taking it with him.

"Each of you have certain problems you may or may not be aware of. Most likely not, of course. I wish to give you a chance to strengthen and brace yourselves for any problems you may face in the near future, and trust me. You will face problems that no one else will help you with. I guess you can say I'm being generous."

He takes the folder and throws it towards the table, landing it open and face-up in front of the girl. It contained almost all information on her, including a picture

"Ms. Alice Marianne. Daeva. Little Princess Bitch who ran away from home when her father tried to kill her because of her vampire powers. Started indulging in her sexual vices excessively recently, garnering the unwanted and hostile attention of neighborhood pimps who feel that their business is getting cramped because of you. Here's the best part..."

Graves quickly approaches his desk and slams his hands on the table and brings his face extremely close to hers, staring her down hard, lips almost inches away. Then, he smiles his usual twisted smile and brings his face to her ear, blowing away a bang hanging there.

He whispers directly to her, "Did you know...that Daddy Dearest is looking for you, getting ever closer to hunting you down?"

"Never saw anything good about smoking, myself. So basically, you want us to get you some power then? I don't know if I'm insane by trusting your or not."

He is right, I have felt the presence of others everywhere I've been recently. He takes out a folder holding quite the lot of information on her. He probably has the same for me, I'll try to call him out on his bluff, this girl is inexperienced and new to us. I listen to what he whispers to her, not surprised either.

"I doubt you have any info on me, Graves. Try me."

I give off a smirk.

I already know who could possibly be chasing me. The last thing I was doing before being kidnapped was running from him, after all. I don't want to have anything to do with vampires...but maybe this Graves guy can help me.

"Um, hi. I'm Nelferis Raven. People call me 'Nelly' for short. Graves, was it? What exactly do you plan on making us do?"

"HAHAHA! If this is about deep shit I know I am in it!" I take a cig.

"Come on I kill whoever I want, when ever I feel like, even my own, I'll do anything to get my Way and Not BE ANYONES DOG!" I stare hard at, Alice was her name right? ( Nice, but very deadly....so sexy~)

I stand up and look at the exit, "I don't give 2 shits whats going on all I want to know is...Am I going to have a good Time?" I lite the cig with a snap.

"Also girls name is Cross!" Takes a puff, "Weak shit, also don't fuck with me and well be good."

((OOC: sorry for not being here yesterday, also that snap just cause friction, no fire powers, Ima be a good trouble maker~))

Graves removes himself from Alice's side and looks at the others with an almost disappointed look. First, to the Nosferatu, Nelly.

"Nelly, sweetheart, I just want a reliable team who can help me through all of the jobs and shit we have to go through. And yes, I know what your problem is. You're being hunted down by your Sire. However, you couldn't have become a Kindred at worse time. It was only less than two years, so this rule doesn't apply to the others or myself. The thing is, the laws have become more strict about siring a human, as in, turning them into a vampire. Because recent childer, or those who have been Embraced or turned, have become...difficult to control, the Camarilla have made it illegal to Embrace a human, letting regular reproduction be the only way to spread vampirism."

With a sigh, he continues.

"The Embrace. A crime now punishable through death by decapitation. Nasty..."

He shifts his view to Rich, and points to him.

"You. Blondie...I'll deal with you last. For now..."

He walks over to the Gangrel and stares him dead in the eye. Cross lets out a small but proud growl, which only confirmed Graves' thoughts.

"I knew it. This guy's arrogance is going to bring both him and us down. I didn't want to have to resort to this, but..."

Suddenly, his eyes glow a deep red and stare back hard into Cross' eyes, and almost his soul.

"Stay," he commanded of the Gangrel, thus revealing the extent of Dominate. Surely enough, Cross slowly adjusted back into his seat and did not question why. While still keeping an eye on him, Graves sat back on his own chair.

"I know I'm giving you the freedom of choice here, but I won't tolerate arrogance and disrespect such as this. As for the answers you seek, I don't think you realize HOW deep in shit you are. All your crimes have been noticed, and there's practically a manhunt on you right now. Like I said, I can guarantee you that the minute you step out of this place, you'll be a deadman, for good this time. And I'll just say I had nothing to do with you. So, whether you like it or not, you'll need help, and I'm willing to help, only if you help me back. Got it?"

Finally, he looked to the blond vampire sitting across from him.

"And now, it's down to you, Mr. Ares. You are perhaps the most interesting one in the bunch. Former member of the local Ordo Dracul bunch. Called you the Knight, I hear. Brutal and smart. Yet the group thought you had a weakness; something that was holding you down. Another vampire. Girl. Goes by the name of Shirley."

Graves see Rich visibly stir after that last comment, so he closes in on his face to deliver the main blow.

"However, this happiness was not meant to be. You and Shirl were sent out on one last job, which ended disastrously for you both. Sources tell me you were taken down due to the possibility of either of you being a snitch. But see, I know you're the loyal type. So was Shirley. See, the real reason was that they were disgusted, not jealous in any way. Disgusted and afraid, actually. Disgusted because your true potential was being held down by some bimbo, and afraid because, once it was tapped, it may have become too much for them to put on a leash. So, they decided to cut you both off. Trouble was, they couldn't finish the job with you, which was probably more important than taking care of Shirley. Trust me, mate. No info I can't find."

As he walked back to his chair, he pointed back at Rich one last time.

"Oh, and I also noticed your arm muscles getting tense the more I talked about the subject, but one was more tense than the other. I could only imagine you're holding something there. Something...that reminds you of her?"

When Graves sees the surprise on Rich's face, he smiles.

"Oh? That's quite the look you have there now. Which could only mean...this is the only memento left. What you have in that pocket is literally the last connection between you and her, isn't it? At least you remember through that and not that horrifying scene from the graveyard."

"Tsk!" I lean on my hand, "They found EVERYthing out...that is fucking great!" I said with a lots of sarcasim. I glare at Graves "I'll fucking stay, because I sense you won't bore me." I look around in the room. "but," I calm down. "Don't ever think that you own me." I then lean back with a smile.

((OOC:AFTER You TALK TO RICH))

I hear everything said to Rich
(HAha that sucks!, I would normally say this our loud, but...my instinct tell me that would be a bad ideal) I tense up a little, letting out faint waves of bloodlust. (Heheheh...So he is strong!) My face lights up with a grin.

Graves gives a mean look to Cross before looking back to the group in general.

"Alright. The main details are done. Any other questions? Oh, and I'd like it if you didn't ask me much else about my own background, but know that you can always trust me."

Those last words this bastard said... I was shocked, my widened eyes expressed that more than enough. All I could do at this point was grind my teeth, this bastard. Holding the memento tight, it cuts through the palm of my right hand. A Diamond-shaped blossomed rose, with two leaves on the stem, one holding a picture of Shirley and the other of myself.

Shirley is all what was in my mind at this point... Nothing else, images from our past together. But that night... That horrible night, her lifeless eyes, her blood... Her body impaled to the ground next to mine... Just how did he know all of this? HOW?!

One thing's for sure, if he wants me dead here and now, all four of them will finish the job. I can even feel the Gangrel's movements, trying to tempt me. The Daeva herself has a sweet atmosphere. Ironic, as if my life is making a joke about wanting a kid... Heh...

"Very well, Graves... You leave me with no options left... I am in no position of power, unlike you... Just leave the women killing to the rest."

I point at the Gangrel.

"As for you, Gangrel. We are now comrades, it will only be useless to all of us if we kill each other right now. Unless you can bring me back Shirley, I won't fight you."

I direct myself towards Graves.

"I have no choice, but to honor your help. If only I... We've met you sooner..."

"How rude, calling me "bitch", you bastard... ! And h-how do you know all of this about me?!", Alice is completely dumbfounded, and was starting to feel uneasy.

"Wait... it can't be, why'd he stil-", Alice stopped, as it was something personal she was about to speak of, and others were on the room as well, she gulped and looked down and started to sweat, she then looked up and asked once again, "Wait, you didn't quite answer my first question, I was wanting to know what the rules would be, not how you got rejected.".

I grit my teeth.

"Heh!, can you read minds?" I say very sarcastic. "You don't have to fight me, you could just die?" I say very casual as if giving a positive solution.

I stare at him.... "But you don't have to worry about that, only the weak die...and thats why your here....right?" I say with a sinister tone.

I turn to the Daeva, sensing her fear and movements.

"He probably means to kill them all, without warning, which I have no problem with. I'm already tempted to go after your piece of shit of a father first."

I place my hand on her shoulder and crouch down to get to her level. This kid still needs to learn how to become a vampire...

"Don't worry kid, if what this crazy bastard says is true, then we are all in a safer place."

I stand up and face the Gangrel.

"As for you, Cross. Isn't it in your best interest to kill those who are trying to kill you? I have nothing to gain from your death and neither do you from mine. But we can get more than enough satisfaction from the deaths of our enemies. Might as well settle the score with who has the most kills in the end eh?"

"Shut your trap... I wasn't talking to you, also, I will be the one who kills him... ", Alice gave him a look of terror, and then looked back at Graves.

Graves listens to what Rich says, and after a while, he sighs.

"I'll be honest with you, Richter. I actually agree with your Ordo unit on the fact that you are much stronger with her dead."

This comment took Rich aback, but Graves still continued.

"However, that also increases the chances of you becoming unstable, and as strong as you are now, you're no use to me if you lose your humanity. So, yes, I will acknowledge that you are stronger now, but you could have been of help to me in your previous state. Both you and Shirley, of course. I almost regret waiting too long. I apologize for that."

Alice interjects with her own statements, which only causes Graves to smile more.

"Simmer down, Princess. I told you, no info I can't get. I leave no stone unturned, from bar gossip to classified documents. And what I said is the truth. If you wish to know more, come talk to me in private, and we can discuss more. And don't worry, like Rich says, we won't let him get to you. I've this far to get your help, Princess, and I ain't giving it up that easily. And when the time comes, you will get the killing blow, but that's a matter for later."

He looks to Rich and Cross with an impatient look then.

"Sit down, Richter. Believe me when I say, he's not going against his hunters anytime soon. If he wants to, he can start singing Simple Plan's Me Against the World, because that's the real gravity of his situation. Understand now? And you! You better get that 'only the weak die' mentality out of your head, because from this moment on, weak is what you are to the rest of the world."

Graves takes a cigarette out and lights it up.

"Sure you guys don't want one? No? OK. To be more precise on the 'rules', it mainly just means 'do as I say, and I'll help you too'. Most covenants these days, especially the Camarilla themselves, believe in the 'law of the jungle', always thinking that only the strong survive."

He takes a drag out and breathes the smoke out.

"I, however, hold my belief along the lines of 'divided we fall, united we stand'. I think it's about someone taught that to the vampire world...the hard way."

Graves exhales and brushes his hand through his hair, and continues.

"Now, Richter brought up good point. It's not only a matter of you trusting me, but also of all of you trusting each other. I need to know that you're able to work together when the time comes. And not just during any work or missions either. I want you four to get to know each other. Chat, comfort, console, help keep certain 'instincts' in check," he says, while eyeing the Daeva and the Gangrel during the last part, "whatever it takes. I don't just want a unit or a troop of killers and handymen. I want a fully functioning team."

Becoming serious, he looks to everyone.

"So, can I count on you to start trusting each other as much as possible now?"

The nerve of this girl... Their attitudes are the same... Heh...

"Not bad, you got spunk kid..."


As Graves tells me that I'm stronger with Shirley dead. I stagger back... Finishing his dialogue.

"Graves... I'll accept your apology, let's keep it at that."

I wait until Graves finishes his speech, it's now or never... For all of us.

"Just don't piss me off and I'm set..."

I once again face the Daeva... Why?

"You're the only one that is worth getting my attention so far... Got anything interesting to say? Any sweet victims worth talking about?"