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Storm

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Featured Thread #1
Storm finally made it to the sewers. No one had followed her. No one had even noticed her. Perhaps it was her absolute control of the shadows, perhaps it was sheer luck. She did not really care as long as the end result was achieved. And the end result was here, now. A successful evacuation from the Amaranthine Hotel and reaching the San Paulo Gold Mine without being tracked by Kine or Kindred forces. Storm was pleased with herself, and even more so, with the handful of survivors that had accompanied her out of the Grand Masquerade party.​

She moved along the dank, wet corridors, avoiding the rats that scurried about on their ever hurried way somewhere. Okay, so she might have stepped on a tail or two, but who was counting or paying attention. The rest of her people hurried along with; there was no time to waste. The abandoned gold mine awaited. As did Silas and Sariel, and the others.She wasn't about to incur their wrath by taking her sweet time.​

Turning the corner, Storm stepped into a narrowing corridor where the water seemed to peel off altogether. She could hear drips of moisture slither down the walls, but that was it. The hallway would take a couple of minutes to traverse, this she knew. At the end of it, however, she would find a door waiting for her - a door she actually had a key for. Not that she even needed to use it. Upon approach, Storm could hear the locks turning and a loud clinging noise released the iron-cast door from its hinges, pushing it far enough out to create an ample opening.​

A voice resonated from beyond, issuing something akin to a password. "Ab ordine libertas."​

Storm paused in her stride before responding, "Audere est facere."​

The door seemed to open wider, as if beckoning her within. Storm then strode through the entrance, welcomed by an eerie silence.​

"Ab ordine libertas." - (Latin) From Order Comes Freedom.
"Audere est facere." - (Latin) To Dare Is To Do.

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As the door opened and Storm was granted access, she was met by the form of the Brujah Antitribu Sariel. He didn't show any signs of displeasure or anger, simply gestured behind him.

"Follow me."

He would lead her further into the gold mine, back to the main gathering hall. Setup almost like a king's court, Storm was brought before Silas' throne - more a big padded chair than a throne - and was made to wait whilst he just watched her from behind steepled fingers.

She stood there, and was kept waiting for almost a full two minutes, as his eyes bored into what little soul she had left. Finally as the other members of Maledictus were starting to grow uncomfortable, and with Sariel standing just behind her and to the right, Silas spoke.

"You did not deliver on your promise Storm. The new Lord Magister of Limbus still lives. From what I'm told, he's at the Cybermachine recovering from a bullet wound to the arm. A. Bullet. Wound. He is not a pile of ash, and too many members of our house are dead on that eyesore of a hotel's floor. So tell me, what went wrong?"

He spoke quietly, not raising his voice. It was as if he had already deliberated in his mind what he was going to do, and had come to a decision. It was Storm's turn to speak, and pray to whatever God or Gods she worshiped that it was enough to satisfy Silas. Because she may be the only member of Maledictus on the inside of Erebos, but there was something to be said about the momentary satisfaction of watching someone meet their Final Death when you were furious with them. And right now he was angry enough to chew through glass.

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#3
Withstanding the sudden urge to sigh (such a pitifully human response!), Storm followed Sariel into the innards of the mine. She knew the 'debriefing' would commence almost immediately and no one would take pity on her, this time. Not even Sauriel. A memory flashed before her, movement and pain and more movement again. He was biting into her shoulder and later, she would do the same to his inner thigh. Such fiends they were. But no one knew of it, except the two of them.​

Now facing Silas at long last, Storm took a knee and spoke. "My Lord Diviner, forgive me... Our operation did not go as planned because of unforeseen outside interference." Pausing, Storm lifted her eyes to lock with Silas' silent glare and continued. "There were too many... far too many to contend with. Our numbers were too low, and the brawl erupted from all sides - unexpectedly so. We tried to target the Magister but he was too well protected - especially after the hunters began their onslaught."​

She took a moment to recollect her memories of all that took place before continuing. "There were also others. Women. Or one woman, it was really hard to tell how many - although only one of them was visible inside. She brandished some kind of crossbows and she never missed... until she was taken down by one of the Kindred. Either way, we had no way of knowing other forces would make their way to this event? We did our research, not that it helped. In spite of taking every precaution, I did not see everything... coming."​

Bowing her head, Storm awaited her master's response and hoped it would not be a devastating one. She was prepared for physical pain or punishment. She was not ready for Final Death, just yet.​
 

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Silas continued just sitting there, letting Storm's words wash over him. Finally she stopped speaking, and he let the quiet linger through the room, the tension building ever so slightly. He let the pregnant pause between her words and his grow, until finally he spoke a single word.

"Failure."

With that single, barely audible utterance, Sariel stepped before Storm so his back was facing Silas, and with a look that was almost apologetic...almost...he raised his right hand and full on back hand slapped Storm across the right side of her face, before returning to his place behind her and to the right.

Silas continued speaking, "Your mission was to eliminate Victor LaGuardia, Storm. That is what you promised me. That is what you failed to do. The clusterfuck of an operation ended up not only a failure, but a dismal failure at that. We can not fight a war of attrition with Erebos, and that is what this debacle looks exactly like to me. Lives wasted in a poorly executed plan. I don't care what sort of excuses you have for this failure. All I care about is the end product."

He knew the plan was sound, and that no plan survives first contact with the enemy. The fact of the matter is though, she failed. Failure must be punished. He couldn't let her go with just a slap on the wrist. So instead she got a slap across the face.

"I'm half tempted to leave you bound outside for the sun to find you, but fortunately for you, you are still useful to me. So I will not give you Final Death...for now."

He waited for her to speak, anger still simmering just below the surface, waiting for a finger wag or other signal to be sent to Sariel and resume the punishment.

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#5
Storm accepted the punishment as it was dealt out; she tried to remain upright even as she was struck while kneeling on the floor. Still, there was little point denying the truth of Silas' words. Every phrase fell like a lash across her face, while she bowed her head and remained in her subservient posture before her lord and master.​
She made a promise and failed to keep it.
What is worse, she ended up losing half her forces.
Like Silas said, there were many lives wasted. Her 'operation' was a dismal failure. There was no excuse for either happening. Then again, there were things that were clearly beyond her control. Yet, this was not the time to voice them. She already explained enough.​
"What is your will, Lord Diviner?" She merely asked, expecting Silas to usher a fresh set of commands or directives he wanted her to follow. Apart from that, she really had nothing else to say. He did not seem at all interested in the 'opposition' Storm mentioned before, so rather than risking another slap or worse, she remained silent and awaited her master's pleasure.​
 

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Silas continued to sit there, studying Storm as she knelt before him. She should be groveling on her face, flat on the floor - but this show of subservience would suffice. He stepped down from his throne and moved to stand before her. He studied the top of her head for a few moments, before reaching down and placing a finger under her chin, would lift her up so she was standing on her feet and looking at him.

Smiling at her ever so softly, "My First Enchanter, my spider in the web of Erebos, listen and hear my will. You will return to Erebos. You will return to House Limbus. You will ingratiate yourself with this Victor LaGuardia. You will be his shadow. I do not care what it takes, bed him if you must. You will watch, and report, and tell me his secrets, his desires, and his plans for Limbus and Erebos. And when the time comes, you will be the Siren that calls him to his doom. Do this, and you will be forgiven for tonight's failure. Do not, and do not return. For if you do, the sun will touch your skin one last time."

He caressed her cheek ever so gently, before returning to his special chair. Sitting back down, he crossed his right leg over his left, and resumed steepling his fingers. "Also, find any information you can on who these new players to the game are, these women. Are they an offshoot to the Brotherhood of Orion, or something new?"

He resumed his silence, waiting to see what she had to say about her new orders. He felt this new Lord Magister or whatever the head of House Limbus was calling himself these days, would be a thorn in the side of Maledictus. It was a thorn that he could not afford to ignore.
 

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#7
Storm listened for the moment, motionless and silent. What Silas was asking of her, was no small feat. It was easy enough to lurk amidst the decadent fools of House Tenebris, but this? She could not possibly weave her way into Victor's House without arousing the man's already grown suspicions. After tonight, he would have all his domains staked out with his assassin goons, combing for any new and uninvited guests.​
LaGuardia may have allowed himself to be surprised ONCE; he would not allow it to happen again.​
She tried not to flinch as Silas' long fingers caressed her cool cheek, knowing they yearned instead, to yank her head right off its little neck. A feeling of immediate relief swept over her as the Tremere took his seat once again.​
"Yes... my Lord Diviner. It will be as you say."​
Not relishing going after the unknown women he mentioned, Storm nonetheless bowed her head in acknowledgment and rose from her kneeling position. Fucking Tremere! If she only could, the Lasombra would toss them all down into the chasm of the Abyss from which they would never return! Alas, such power would likely elude Storm for the remainder of her existence.How unfortunate, that was. A stray thought entered her mind, as her thoughts flew to a face she never forgot, a new face she had seen that evening but only briefly - before it suddenly changed.​
"I assume you don't mind how the man is seduced, only that he is?"​
 

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Silas thought that he could almost feel Storm's hatred for him pouring out of her. It made the corners of his mouth move slightly upward. It was good that she was angry. Perhaps she'd actually use that anger to do something meaningful.

"No, I do not care how he is seduced. Though, I'd recommend something less...obvious. I have heard rumors that he is not one to dally with others. Sounds rather boring, all work and no play. Perhaps you can break through is icy exterior. That is if you're up to the challenge."

He purposely baited her with that comment, wondering how she'd react. If she snapped at him, he'd have Sariel slap her down again. If she kept her cool, well he'd find other fun for the rest of the evening. He reached for a glass of Vitae, letting the warm liquid wash around the glass as he stirred it like a fine wine before taking a sip from the expensive crystal. The entire time, his eyes never left her. He had hopes for this Lasombra, and he wished to use her for some time to come. He had moves to make on the chessboard of New Babylon, and he'd move her as he saw fit.

Question was, would she be a useful rook or bishop? Or just another pawn to sacrifice as needed.
 

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"Of course I am up to the challenge, Lord Diviner. The only thing I am wondering about is whether you want me to do it personally, or if I was free to use any means at my disposal," Storm said, referring to the seduction plans pushed forth by Silas. And it was not as if Victor LaGuardia was ugly - far from it - but he had that no-nonsense look about him that made her be on her guard at all times when he was around.​
Silas was right. However Storm ended up going about getting close to the newly minted Lord Magister of Limbus, it would have to be done with the highest degree of subtlety. Far too many plans and objectives were botched recently, only because they rushed in like fools. Right now, however, she just wanted to put as much distance between Silas and herself, as she could. The man was beyond creepy. And all the pain he could conjure up with that fancy (and dreadful) Blood Magic was always first and foremost on Storm's mind. She hoped never to become a chosen recipient of the ominous Tremere's dark arts.​
"If that would be all you wish of me, my Lord Diviner, I ask your leave to depart."​
 

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Silas leaned forward from his fancy chair, pointing a pale digit directly at Storm. "You will do this yourself, if you wish to stay in my good graces. But if you insist on choosing someone else, it would be wise to make sure your chosen agent is capable of the task. For their failures, will be your failures, and you already know the punishment for failing twice." He of course spoke of the ultimate sunburn he'd subject her to.

He leaned back into his chair, waving dismissively towards her. "That is all, for now. The rest of the evening is yours. Spend it out of my sight." With that, he turned his attention to another Kindred to his right, with what appeared to be some sort of reports. Sariel proceeded to walk up to Storm, and motion for him to follow her out of the Lord Diviner's eye sight.

Once clear, he would give her a slight smile, and an apology. "I'm sorry for striking you, but it is what he wanted. He wanted to end you plain and simple, but I talked him out of it. Though he insisted I be the one that struck you, and no one else, the bastard."

He was leading her slowly towards the entrance, where a car would be waiting to take her wherever she wished to go. But he wasn't exactly in a hurry to get out of her company, and she would be able to tell.
 

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Silas was beginning to get on her nerves. On the one hand, he pretty much demanded she did the dirty deed by her own loathsome, or else he'd have her punished again, win or lose - but on the other hand, he did leave her with the loophole to use other means at her disposal. Only with that last one, the plan would have to be fool-proof, if she wanted to keep her unlife, such as it was. It just so seemed, Silas had Storm exactly where he wanted her - between a proverbial rock and a hard place. Well, she would take her time to come up with a solid plan of action. If her very existence depended on it, Storm would not be taking any stupid chances - not like the ones she took earlier this evening, that's for certain.​
"Thank you, Lord Diviner," she said in a voice that was both meek and soft, as if his mere words made her squirm. Bowing profusely, she began walking backwards out of the room, sure not to show her back to Silas at any point until she reached the exit door.​
Silas had approached her then as well, and though she still had a bit of a chip on her shoulder for his having smacked her across the face earlier, her lover's apology soon bean to melt her resolve not to forgive him just yet. "I know you did what you had to do," Storm said with complete indifference without bothering to look up at him. Peripheral vision caught his smile, but she held fast to her deadpan face. "Well, at least it was you and not that dreadful asshole, Azariel." Even their names sounded too self-important, Storm scoffed inwardly as they walked down the tunnel in silence.​
Sariel would walk her out to the car, at which point she got in and leaned forward slightly, as if wondering if he would enter for a few moments. Frankly, she did not trust to be seen on the surface near the tunnels with him, in case any of Silas' men were lurking in the shadows - eager little spies waiting to report back on her, to their abominable master.​
 

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Sariel could sense that she was still angry with him, but it was diminishing. Not that he had any special powers in those regards, he just knew Storm. He had watched her from the corner of his eye as they moved through the tunnels and now that she was getting in the car, he was able to look at her more directly. He let his gaze wander over her in pure admiration of her figure. He still held on to a few of his human desires from time to time.

"If that sycophant Azariel had touched you, I'd rip his balls out through his asshole." He growled at her, before sitting in the car briefly and closing the door. He knew the driver and knew the ghoul wasn't one of Silas' little birds. Taking the seat next to her, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her deeply. He was able to do this only because of the severely tinted windows of the vehicle. Not that he cared at this moment if anyone saw. Damn Silas and any who objected.

Pulling back from the embrace, he ran his fingers through her hair and smiled. "Please be careful with this assignment. I don't want to lose you." He was uncharacteristically concerned at the moment - and he was fine with that.
 

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At least one thing was going right tonight, Storm thought, her frame molding against Sariel's as fingertips sought out his hair and threaded through it, gently massaging the cool scalp beneath. His kiss was fierce and she returned it with equal fervor. At this moment, it would not have mattered if the car had blown up - at least she would meet her Final Death with a beautiful memory.​
Growling as his fingers ran through her long blond locks, Storm bared her fangs and sank them slowly into the side of his neck, just beneath the collar of his shirt which she had pulled down just for that purpose. Just a small taste of paradise... And he tasted divine enough for her to forget her own name, her assignment for Silas, her loyalty to Maledictus - she would gladly throw it all away for another taste of him. Thankfully, Sariel gave it to her freely... at least for now. And he did not ask for the same in return, which showed a high degree of respect, although it also meant he was cautious about becoming Blood Bonded to anyone - even Storm.​
"I promise you, I will be fine," she murmured as he pulled away, smiling and watching her. "Unless you would like to help me seduce LaGuardia? Fess up: is he your type? You never did say how you felt about cuddling up with males..." teasing him, Storm winked and laughed, tossing back her gold mane.​
 

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Sariel just closed his eyes as he felt the wave of rapture come over him as Storm fed upon him. He could feel himself get just a tiny bit weaker, but to him it was worth it. He'd pay any price to be close to her - well, almost any price. He'd spend a good chunk of forever with her, but just not Bonded to her.

He smiled at her joke about seducing the new asshole in charge of Limbus. "Sorry beautiful, I only cuddle up with ladies, and right now even that's limited to just you." He gave her another kiss, less passionate than before in order to let himself cool off a bit. "I need to head back, the driver will take you wherever you want to go tonight."

One more kiss before pulling back and opening the door, he got out of the car but stuck his head back in. "Be careful. LaGuardia is a Ventrue, so that means he's a Grade A cunt asshole, but he'll be a clever one." He gave her a wink and closed the door, slapping the roof twice to let the driver know he could leave.
 

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"Do not fear, my darling," Storm murmured, lapping at the stray drops of blood that trickled down his cool neck in an effort to make their escape, "I would never dream of having you beholden to me by blood." Was the Lasombra reading his mind? Hardly. But she was well aware of the repercussions of drinking another Kindred's blood, and doing it all too frequently. Sariel knew it too, else he would not be so careful about giving his blood to her at such infrequent and random occasions.​
Once the euphoria wore off a bit, Storm looked to her lover and smirked at his comment about sexual preference. "Are you trying to tell me you don't seduce and feed on mortal females?" she teased him, "I find that very hard to believe."​
They kissed once more, before Sariel finally stepped out of the car. Time was fleeting and his absence would be noticed if he tarried any further. "I will be careful," she promised him with a sound nod. "He is a Ventrue but so am I... well, in their eyes, anyway. I've never given them any reason to suspect I was anything but - and I don't plan to start, now."​
Returning the wink, Storm watched as the door closed and the car was sent off with a quick tap to the roof. The driver did not hesitate and began to drive slowly, looking up to address his passenger. "Where to, Miss Perras?"​
"The Hillcrest Ridge district. Take me to The Cybermachine."​
"Right away, Miss Perras." The car accelerated smoothly and plunged into the silent shadows of the night.​
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