Carthrat stands tall, striking an authoritative stance. He places his hands firmly on his hips, and surveys the gathered crowd before him. The light symphonic background music ceases abruptly as Otter is pushed to the forefront. The Prince’s gaze comes to rest on him, staring him down and silently passing judgement.
“Otter!” He announces; “from the moment you entered, we knew you didn’t fit in amongst us. Your trench-coat didn’t meet the formal dress code, and you’ve been mouthing off all along; you obviously don’t know the finer points of Camarilla etiquette!” There’s a murmur of agreement from the members of the crowd, now forming a wall behind Otter. “Tell us,” Prince Carthrat continued, “why are you here, what is your mission? Who do you work for?”
Otter takes a purposeful step forward and spits on the stone floor at Carthrat’s feet. Fuming, Carthrat stares into his eyes and commands “KNEEL to me, scum!” Otter is unable to break the gaze and pushes himself onto one knee, his will Dominated. Forcing himself to speak, Otter struggles and finds the will to announce “the end is coming for you all, you first, Carthrat you vile-“
Enraged, Carthrat thrusts his hand into his jacket and pulls forth from the belt at the back of his pants a concealed .50 calibre Desert Eagle, gold plated. He whips it around and fires a shot into Otter’s right breast; the gunshot thunders through the hall and echoing around, the booming leaving a piercing ring in your ears. The force of the AE ammunition knocks Otter’s body back onto the floor like a ragdoll, Carthrat easily absorbing the recoil. Silence again reigns over the assembly, until it is broken by a painful groan from Otter’s prostrate body.
“He’s still alive?!” A member of the crowd gasps; “he must be Kindred! Not even a ghoul could have survived that!”
“Silence!” Carthrat orders, as angry as confused. He steps close to Otter, and stoops down, holstering the mammoth gas-powered pistol. The crowd gathers in a circle, keeping a safe distance. Carthrat pulls open the trenchcoat, revealing a Kevlar vest rapidly soaking in blood; “see,” the Prince explained; “I was correct, he… wait… what’s this?” Noticing a wire hanging out, he traced it to under the blood-soaked material and quickly ripped it open, revealing a mass of wires and packs of brownish plastic.
Otter grins, and rasps:
“And there went out fire from the LORD, and devoured them, and they died before the LORD.” With the last of his strength, he lunges forward onto Carthrat, and there is a rocketing explosion. All are knocked back by the force and shrapnel, and the two disappear in a burning white light…
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OTTER, Hunter (Human, Self-Aligned Bomb (Single use Kevlar)) has been killed!
CARTHRAT, Camarilla Ventrue Prince, (Kindred, Town-aligned Daykill Vigilante) has met Final Death!
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Day Phase 1 of Elysium will resume 1pm Friday and will meet deadline at 2:30pm Saturday (+11 hours time zone). That is, 21 hours from now and 46.5 hours from now respectively. I will make an announcement when we resume, please do not post before that time.
Please wait in the foyer while we clean up the mess, and be sure not to mention any of our business publically lest the kine overhear.
GM Note:
I’m going to give Oblivion Knight the next 12 or so hours to contact me, then I’ll start looking for a replacement.
Edit: Times reduced by 3 hours, after Alex made a good suggestion.
