The atmosphere in the club was heavy and slightly overbearing , the throbbing beat seemed far to intense for Kathy. She would have rather have been at gabriel's or at least somewhere a bit more sedate, he had hardly said a word to her and she didn't know what was bothering him, and the fact that her haven had been destroyed did not put her in the right frame of mind to be out clubbing.

Gabriel led the way to the bar, skirting the edges of the room to avoid cutting through the dancing hoard that seemed to dance relentlessly, their
bodies writhing and jumping to the heavy beat that seemed to make the very air pulse.

"drink kathy?"

Kathy nodded " white wine please, whatever they've got, I dont imagine they've got a great choice to choose from anyway" she said testily as she looked around her nose furrowing in distaste as the smell of sweating bodies pervaded her nostrils.

" Come Kathy, don't get all pious on me, granted the club looks very different from what we are used to, but don't you think it does us good to mingle with those that are maybe different from us? He was digging at her relationship with nerov but he wasn't going to tell her that, he was going to let her suffer and watch her try to work out what was the matter with him.


Kathy took the wine glass from it and just looked at him haughtily as she spoke under her breath.
" I never implied that we shouldn't, and if you have a problem , just let me know what it is"

he turned back to the bar and drank his drink in one gulp.

"In time...in time" he whispered

"Well judging by the club and your name i'm thinking your one of Set's followers."

He leans back in his chair and makes himself more comfortable.

A startled look shot across Mark as he glimpsed the familiar face of an old friend stood at the bar. Before he could move to get a closer look he felt a heavy hand grip onto his shoulder. The face seemed to disappear as he lost his focus and so he reluctantly turned to the large bouncer. Leaning over the burley man whispered into Mark’s ear in a battle against the deafening music.

“There is a wierdo at the door, says he knows you and needs to speak to you…”

Mark craned his neck to the side looking around the doorman and towards the entrance. With a slight frown he walked towards the scruffy looking fellow with the doorman in tow.

Mark frowned as his eyes inquisitively looked up and down Cizanus, reaching out with his hands he brushed off some of the grime from his shoulders, straightened his collars, than ruffled his hair in an attempt to give it a style.


Taking a step back Mark smiled at Cizanus who had an uncertain expression covering his face. “Much better…” Gesturing behind himself to the stairs Mark smiled “Hey come on in”

The bouncer moved to object and Mark cut him off with a hand gesture telling him to go speak to Isis if he had a problem with who he wanted to invite over. Mark led the other Malkavian up the stairs and into one of the rooms.

Mark walked straight over to the wardrobe in the room and took out a black pinstripe suite, black silk shirt and a red tie. Throwing them to Cizanus he pointed to a door against the back of the room.

“Go freshen up and then we can talk…”

Mark let out a little laugh as he leaned back against a wall.

“Well go on then”

Turning slightly Mark picked up a pair of dark shades and a black trilby from a shelf in the room.

Cizanus followed Mark as he entered the room, looking around. His past with Mark was a bit bumpy, but then again, "if you can't trust a Malkavian, who you gonna trust?"
The suit was just his size, but Cizanus didn't like to leave his yellow trenchcoat aside. He looked at Mark.
"I can't leave this behind, man. It just needs to get washed up."
He hanged the strange and worn out coat and entered the door in the back of the room to change and freshen up. When he came out, he was a completely different guy.
"Say, how do I look?" he said with a smile, fixing his red tie.

Mark grinned and stood up from against the wall and moved towards Cizanus.

“Wow, defiantly an improvement. I don’t think the scruffy look is in this Christmas, although I did hear that ruffled hair was cool to have.”

Mark placed the gangster trilby hat on top of his head and then slid the glasses on for him.

“So do you wanna go downstairs, get a drink, turn some heads and talk or would you rather stay up here and talk first?”

Mark smiled happily as he watched Cizanus slide of the hat and glance in the direction of his yellow trenchcoat..

“Hey don’t worry it will be safe and good as new by tomorrow…well nearly”

Horus watches as mark trails away leading the new man into the back, thinking to himself, "he must really get around." over hearing the converstaion about wine sleection horus leans in and whispers to the bar tender to get the good stuff from the back for the lady. shortly after he leave the bar tender comes back with a nicely aged white wine and hand it to kathy.

the bar tender says, "complements of the management dearest lady." As horus scans the room to see where the people seem to be upset, he slides down toward Kathy, "if you two are looking for a place to talk in private, there are many places here that you can do that. or whatever else you need to have doen." he whispers in her ear, look intently at Gabriel, "come I'll show you the way." he says looking taking the lead weaving his way through the crowds.

"Fine, then. Well, I'm still newly arrived in the city... so you call it. I'll have to go through all the 'meet-the-Prince' drill. Anyways, I think we can save talking for later. I still need to find a safe place to crash tonight. And I could use a drink. My throat is as dry as a corpse" he said, playing with the classy hat in his hand.
Mark nodded and led Cizanus downstairs. Now that he took his time to look at the club, it seemed he hadn't been to anyplace like that for ages. The music roaring from everywhere made him start to look around suspiciously as he realized he didn't carry a blade. Cizanus' obsession with blades started years ago when he was living in Angola and stood with an Assamite. He then learned how to appreciate the beauty of a well-made knife. Swords weren't his style, he would rather carry a razor anytime. "Too splashy", he used to say. Small knifes were more subtle and easy to hide.
The Malkavian approached Mark, that looked around seeking a familiar face in the crowd.
"Archer!" he shouted over the the noise.
"Yes?" he answered, still looking back at the crowd.
"Need another thing."
"What?" said Mark, turning to Cizanus and showing he was starting to get tired of babysitting.
"A blade. An exquisite blade" he spoke, hoping that this was the last favor he would have to ask for in years.

Mark extended his arm backwards placing his hand over one of Cizanus’s hands letting a small metallic blade slither down the sleeve of his arm and fall lightly into his hand. Turning sharply Mark griped his hand around the other Malkavians tightly as he smiled.

“It’s all that I keep on me but if it makes you feel more comfortable then feel free to take it. If you’re still homeless by the end of tonight, which would surprise me, then you’re welcome to come back to my place.”

Mark smiled coyly as he moved ever so slightly closer to Cizanus.

“After all, my coffin is big enough for the both of us…” Mark chuckled before winking and turning back towards the crowd. As his eyes gazed across the dance floor once more his thoughts drifted. As he caught the scent of blood he looked to the floor where he saw the wound in his palm dripping blood to the floor.

“Damn…” He brought the hand up to his mouth and suckled on the wound before watching the wound heal shut.

Cizanus felt the blade in his hand and he was calm again. He tossed it from one hand to another for a while, looking down to it, and slid it into his pocket, making sure it was accessible.
"Thanks, Mark. Sorry for bothering you, but it happened that you are the only person I know around here... so... anyways, I think I can fix myself a place to stay tonight. Maybe with some luck I can get something to do around here... worked as a barman for a while when I was... well, when I was alive."
Mark winked again and kept walking, with Cizanus following.
"So, tell me... who's who around here?"

"Am I that transparent?", she chuckles as she slithers on over to Kincaid.
She places one hand lithely on his shoulder and slips around behind him. She places her head close behind his. A slight his is heard from her.
"Well, at least you know where you can come to find... a little relaxation. But you do forget, I asked you what you were. Outside of an ex-cop, I do not know what you are. Ssso, tell me dear, what are you?", she asks as her breath slowly caresses his ear.
Her fingers start to glide up his shoulder and up his neck sending a shiver down his spine.
"I mussst admit, I do find you more intriguing then mossst Cainitesss. Ssso, pleassse do share..."

[i:10004a7736]"Actually, we're quite enjoying ourselves. Thanks for the offer."[/i:10004a7736] Gabriel interjected, gripping the bartender's hand with such force that it caused him to wince. Their eyes met for a moment and Gabriel watched as the color drained from his face, giving him a sickly white appearance. [i:10004a7736]"And we wouldn't dream of accepting a free drink, would we Kay?"[/i:10004a7736]

He released his hold on and moved back to Kathy, stopping only briefly to watch the shaken man's reaction when he opened his hand and found a neatly folded hundred dollar bill within. A carefully timed glance backwards from the Ventrue sent the Setite lackey hustling to catch up with drink orders, although his hands were now notably less steady.

[i:10004a7736]"Really Gabriel!"[/i:10004a7736] Kathy huffed in her most effeminite way. She was beginning to outwardly express her annoyance at his attitude. [i:10004a7736]"A bit of a tour might've been fun!"[/i:10004a7736]

Gabriel's apparent interest in the club was a decidedly weak veil to hide his disgust. The Setite's and their decadent lifestyles placed them amongst the dregs of society, as was apparent by the particular clientelle that writhed and withered on the dance floor. Goths, ravers, and general outcasts contorted themselves to the mindless beat and senseless shrieking that displayed modern musics complete and utter lack of rythm.

Since his earliest contact with the Clan of Snakes, he had made a point to hinder their movements at every oppurtunity that was made available to him. Tonight would certainly be no different, tonight he would take care of two very important matters in a single stroke....

[i:10004a7736]"Hmmm...a Setite tour? I'm astounded at your choice of company these nights."[/i:10004a7736] he bit, moving quickly through the crowd as to avoid her undoubtedly stinging retort. Whatever objection or attack she may have offered was lost amidst the thumping electronic beat and the slightly duller, yet equally timed thump of Kine hearts.

((sorry, i've been trying and trying to post, but this f*cking cookie problem keeps stopping me. everytime i write a post and it won't let me post it, i save it and hope it'll let me tomorrow. but then by the time i try to post it, someone has advanced the storyline :/

"Since you did share with me I think it's time I share a little too. I'm a Tremere. By the way, what makes you so sure I was a cop?"

Horus turns to look for the guests he was gonig to show around find them still at the bar, watching as the bar tender walks away his gripping his hand. "Exuse me sir, But why on earth would you want to hurt the Bartender?" horus says walking about to Gabriel and Kathy. "he was only doing what he was told to do. But if you wish to not siscuss your matters in private then I guess that's your choice but this room seems to be extermely populated for suck conversation. Or perhaps Kind lady I could show you around since you seem interested." Horus Smiles,


"Just to make sure you enjoy yourself tonight, of course." His smile turns quickly straight," Unless you object sir."

((okies Gabe posted he had walked away but horus has posted that hes talking to gabe and kathy, not too sure what to follow on from on lololol...ummmmmmm here goes, James, btw, you could always send me your posts via email and I'll post them for you :) just a thought anyway :):)


Kathy watched as Gabriel walked away, he quickly disappeared from her sight as the crowd seemed to swallow him up. It was been made pretty obvious to kathy that his bad mood was aimed at her and she couldn't think what she had done to deserve such offhand treatment.

She looked towards the man and smiled.

"It may not be quite the right time to catch Gabriel, hes not in the best of moods at the moment, and the offer of a tour is very kind of you, and I will take you up on your offer"

Horus smiled at her and nodded.

She wanted to go find Gabriel, she knew he was suffering in some way but her Toreador eog would not allow her, not just yet and a tour would be refreshing, maybe she thought and would give her a chance to think.

" this way my lady"

Kathy smiled " as much as I would like to be called a ladt, I would much prefer to be called Kathy"

" very well kathy, follow me"

As she followed him through the crowd Gabriel's last words would not leave her head, he had said them with such underlying venom.

Im astounded at your choice of company these days.

He can't have been talking about the setite club, he had been the one who had wanted to come there, and she had hardly been anywhere the past few weeks, so how could she have been mixing in bad company she had hardly left her haven......nerov....his name popped into her head and she stopped walking as her pale face seemed to lose its pallor even more.

"Kathy are you alright?"


Kathy nodded and looked around her.She had to find Gabriel.

"tell me Horus, you must have a very good security camera set up here, do you mind if I took a look at it?"

The club was such a big place and she could wander around for ages trying to sense him the cameras seemed a lot better way to find him, before his dark mood completely took him over.

Clenching his once wounded hand into a fist Mark turned round once more to face Cizanus and moved close to him, so close that there bodies almost touched and when Mark leaned in to speak there lips almost met.

“I’ve only just come back to this city myself a few days ago from my time in L.A. I have no idea who is still around but I do know one thing…”

Mark moved even close to whisper into his ear.

“I need to satisfy my lust…”

His fangs grazed gently up and down the length of Cizanus’s neck before Mark took a step back and revealed an almost psychopathic smile. His mouth silently spoke the word “Blood” as he ran his tongue along his top lip.