18+ World of Darkness - Rise of an Ancient

[Seanu Reaves]

With little discontent various waiters and waitresses came out and started tidying up the place. Many seemed annoyed, but more like they knew it would happen and found the whole situation bothersome. Claire soon returned with Jin’s drink, and turned to the distraught looking woman who just rushed in. Pulling out a cloth napkin, the young waitress offers it to Meridith.

“Evening, Miss.” The young mage bowed her head. “Is there anything else I grab for you? Any refreshments?”

Jin looked at Meridith, with a surprised stare. I wonder if our prey can move that fast, the hunter thought. That would make me a liability unless I am using the big gun… I knew I should have gotten more of the Hemo containment equipment; I guess I can’t try to plan for everything. Jin looked at the different guests at the table, wondering if any of them knew who this woman was. Jin had creeping suspicions but that didn’t make this any better. Sipping at his drink, Jin raises his eyebrow.

“What happened?” Jin asks actually seeming a bit worried. Rising to his feet just a bit. Jin noticing her disheveled appearance of what once finely maintained elegance. “I am guessing you know about the bad business going down in the town?”

 

[Wauten Dayhil]

While the vampire, Vanessa, was explaining the predicament, Grimshaw took the time to analyze the group. While he couldn't read their minds, watching their actions could be just as potent as ESP. In particular, he noticed the two werewolves glaring at each other, one primal and the other more calculating. The larger, more primal one said something to the other, but it was too low for his ears to hear.

As he was turning his attention to the other hunter, something happened. What it was, Grimshaw didn't know, but the two werewolves simultaneously had a fit. One fell to the ground, and passed out as he held his ears, and the other simply fell onto the table as blood leaked from his nose.

"Huh. Who brought the tranqs?" He asked, lifting the smaller werewolf's head up by his scalp. He turned the boyish garou's head back and forth, trying to discern what could possibly have caused such a reaction. He was considering taking a knife to the wolf's throat in case something he'd eaten had been poisoned, when a rush of wind made its way through the restaurant.

Grimshaw turned his head, and found himself looking at a woman, blood streaking down her face.

"Oh," he said, as he dropped the garou's head, creating a soft thud as it hit the table, "that explains that." With his foot, Grimshaw nudged and prodded at the prone werewolf, trying to get him to wake up.

"Get up, you big baby, it's just a supernatural killing machine," he muttered, eyeing the newcomer.

Alzhubal clambered down Grimshaw's side, and sat himself almost within kicking distance of the woman, looking at her.

"She could use some pointers on makeup," he said, looking at her bloody face.