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Night 8 Part 1
I awoke at sunset to Yukie sharing my bed, snuggled under the covers and using me like some sort of vampiric body pillow. I mentally shrugged since the feeling of her body heat is kinda nice and being cuddled is definitely nice, making the whole situation double-nice in a way. Yukie's empty flask was sitting next on the bedside table.
"Oi. Yukie." I poked her lightly in the side.
"Nemutai…" She sleepily grumbled in return before pulling me tighter. I'm probably going to need to learn Japanese at some point. It'd probably be higher on my priority list if Leviathan hadn't fucked over Japan and ruined anime.
I poked her again. "I'm not a teddy." I grumbled, somewhat good heartedly.
Her eyes opened and she blinked the sleep away. "Oh. Hello."
She yawned right in my face. Eugh, ghoul morning breath. Or evening breath I suppose. Still yuck though. I made a face and Yukie untangled herself.
"So, what's wrong with your bed?" I asked.
"You are nicely chilled, demon." She replied seriously. "And my bed is lumpy."
I glanced at the other bed that I knew was completely identical to mine - I know, I checked after all - and raised an eyebrow at her before sitting up and stretching.
"Well it was a nice way to wake up I guess." I conceded, then glanced over again at the flask on the bedside table. Gonna need to give it and Yukie another top up I think.
"Well I'm gonna go have a nice hot bath." I said, clambering over Yukie to escape the bed before shedding my pajamas. "Mind grabbing Beorn for me and stocking him up with blood packs for me?"
"No problem." She nodded and rolled out of bed to grab Beorn.
After bathtime Yukie joined in on the language lessons. It was pretty fun, learning alongside her. I even managed to drag some stories about the First City and the constant werewolf attacks it faced out of the two old timers.
Yukie seemed particularly pleased about how many 'hengeyokai' got themselves killed way back in the ancient past.
After lessons were done I gave Yukie's empty flask a top up, after which she tucked the flask full of vitae into the tiny little backpack Jabal had bought for her.
Then I flopped down on the couch and considered what I should do tonight, flicking my freshly braided hair over my shoulder and nipping a small bite in my wrist so Yukie could have a drink as well.
Hmm, what to do? Screaming, shrieking and/or singing off-key at Alexandria is a given of course. I'm petty like that and she's a bitch who deserves it. Just a pity I need to meet someone in person before I can torment them like this. Ah well.
Let's see. I need to drop off blood to the Gargoyle for looking after the thin-bloods of course, but other than that the night should be pretty free? Maybe hang with Yukie some more. It's nice having a friend vaguely around my age and I like her accent.
Maybe go bully Jack? That could be fun. It was pretty fun bullying Abrams, but then again I like Jack a little more than I like the Toreador Baron and he's not really going to need any intimidation to do what I say.
"Where to tonight, demon?" My demon hunter asked after having drunk her fill, and poking me in the side while I was lost in thought.
"I was just thinking about that. I need to deliver some blood I promised, but other than that I'm free tonight." I explained after idly licking the bite shut. Hmm, maybe I should do some hunting? I'm feeding for two after all, what with how Yukie is burning through vitae so much with her heavy practice. Actually yeah. "I'll probably do some hunting after checking out the thin-bloods. Hmm or maybe hunt first. You're not with Jabal tonight?"
"No. We trained more when you went to sleep. Then I slept." She replied with a slight yawn. "I'll continue more training with him during the day."
"Ah right. Well let's go hunting."
We split up.
Mostly because my hunting strategy involved looking like a naive rich kid and wandering about until criminals happened to me, and a lone girl is a better target than two girls.
Also it was practically impossible to part Yukie with her sword, even if I'd convinced her to leave the armour behind. I'd layered an illusion to make it look like a baseball bat, but that was about the extent of our ability to conceal it at the moment.
I'd just finished with my third would-be mugger - leaving him slumped and dazed on the dirty ground - when my phone went off. I checked the caller ID.
Ooh, a call from Brook.
"Pandora speaking." I answered, skipping along as I kept an eye out for Yukie.
"Pandora it's Brook. I need some help." She said, jumping straight to the point and sounding rather frustrated with life in general.
"Sure, what do you need help with?"
"Can you meet me in Hollywood? It'll be easier than talking over the phone."
"No problem. I was planning on swinging by there later anyways." I replied.
"Thanks. I'll meet you outside Abram's place."
"The thin-bloods from the beach are in the old abandoned theatre across from Abrams' place if you wanna meet in there. Just be polite to the big stompy Gargoyle."
"Okay thanks. See you there." She sounded relieved. I ended the call and made my way back to the street to go find Yukie, swapping my looks from rich kid to goth.
I spotted Yukie a moment before a familiar limousine pulled up and a pair of familiar goons stepped out.
"Hi." I greeted the pair, waving Yukie over.
"Mr LaCroix needs to speak with you." Goon #1 began.
"Okay, why not." I shrugged, then gestured to Yukie who'd stepped up next to me. "She's coming too though."
I hopped out the limo with Yukie behind me and the pair of us were escorted to the elevators. It's just a pity I didn't have my usual underage hooker look at the moment for visiting LaCroix, but I didn't want to get any judgy looks from Yukie.
Soon enough we were back in LaCroix's underwhelming office once again. The prince was standing off by the window, looking down at the city imperiously, while the sheriff was standing around like an oversized living-room ornament. And about as talkative as one.
"Hi Princy. Hi Sheriff."
"Pandora." LaCroix said, turning to face me. An expression of attempted seriousness on his face. "We have a major problem."
"Yup." I nodded at him. "You forgot to greet Mr Bearington. And Yukie. She's my ghoul. Manners are important." I chided him.
His eye twitched. Rather impressively actually.
"I don't give a damn about that stupid bear of yours!" He yelled, giving up on controlling his twitching eye. "You've strained the Masquerade to the breaking point!" He pointed at a folder on his pathetic little desk.
I pushed down the immediate response Beast-kun wanted and didn't rip Frenchie's spine out through his ass, reminding Beast-kun that Frenchie was going to get his comeuppance very soon in the next few nights.
With Beast-kun mollified I picked up the folder and had a look. Yukie had tensed a bit but - as she was taking her cues from me and my casual calmness - she remained calm beside me.
"Ooh, PRT threat rating. A-Rank Villain: Calamity. Anomalous Case 13, Brute 5 Mover 7 Master 7." I began reading aloud, then focused on LaCroix. "Not very accurate though. I'm totally SS-class."
Dunno if there is actually an SS-class, but if there isn't they should make one just for me.
Ooh! Or a Triple-S class. That sounds way cooler!
Also they left out 'Shaker: Yes' and 'Trump: Fuck Off'.
"Pandora. The PRT is aware of you and your excessive feeding. As Prince I should have you executed for this threat you pose to the Masquerade." He threatened, a look of superiority on his face.
Yukie's hand immediately went to the hilt of her disguised sword, causing the Sheriff to do likewise. Frenchie obviously hasn't actually read this document. If he did he would not be this disrespectful.
"I'd like to see you and your pet Nagloper try." I rolled my eyes, placing a calming hand on Yukie's shoulder and getting a sudden sharp look from said Nagloper. Yeah I know what you are bro. "But don't worry. This is all part of the plan."
"What plan?!" He yelled. Damn overly emotional princes.
"The PRT already knows about us kindred. They're completely off, of course, thinking of us as some funky type of parahuman instead of actual vampires, but they do know about us." I began to explain while he sullenly acknowledged my point. "They don't think Calamity is a dangerous vampire. They think I'm an anomalously powerful version of a Case 13 type parahuman. All I have to do is stick to the stupid drama and theatrics all the parahumans are obsessed with and they'll think I'm one of them."
"And what about the hunters that find out?" He countered. "The PRT may be confused about our nature but groups like the Society of Leopold have been hunting kindred for centuries."
"That's the beauty of Mr Bearington's plan. You wanted the hunters gone, so I set myself up as bait. When they come after me I'll slaughter them all until I run out of suicidal idiots. Then Calamity will 'die' facing off against the heroes and everyone goes home happy. Or in body bags."
"I don't like it. The masquerade is being strained more and more every night, and my subordinates can only have the police hamper investigations or hide evidence for so long. Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep the so-called 'heroes' from sticking their noses in when police find empty Sabbat warehouses full of things like flesh-couches and blood-drained corpses? Especially with those blasted Master/Stranger protocols of theirs? I don't need you adding to my headaches as well with reckless antics." He whined, massaging his temples. "Even ghouling the police commissioner and subverting large portions of the force only goes so far in keeping kindred matters out of PRT hands."
Ah, that one might've been my bad. I probably should've called it in after I dealt with that Sabbat pack. Then he could've sent in a cleanup crew or something. At least the police must've dealt with the sofa for us, since I don't remember seeing that in the PRT file.
Gonna have to remember that next time.
"Well look at it this way." I suggested, trying to offer him a silver lining. And a plausible reason not to get his fancy French panties in more of a twist. "The PRT will blame me for all the shit the Sabbat gets up to. After all, what's more believable to the public. One crazy, murderous, cannibalistic cape that likes to drink blood? Or packs of 'vampires' roaming about the city causing chaos?" I explained, tucking the folder into Beorn. No point leaving it behind for him to actually read and realise I'm not who he thinks I am.
"Fine." He grumbled, but conceded the point. "But be careful. You're on thin ice."
I giggled as I guided Yukie out. "My ice is never thin these nights." I said as the gaudy office door shut behind us.
"Why do you let him live for that disrespect, demon?" She asked as we entered the elevator.
"He's not mine to kill." I shrugged. "He's all bluster anyways. I'm stronger, more dangerous, not really part of his fancy Camarilla's authority and he knows it. Anyway Brook has first dibs."
"Ah. Dibs." She nodded in understanding.
"Yup."
Dibs is sacred after all.
"Hi everyone." I greeted the assorted Cainites gathered in the old theatre, "Hi Brook. This is Yukie. She's my ghoul." I introduced the pair. "Yukie, this is Brook. She's the fledgeling I've been helping out."
Yukie gave a short but polite bow.
"Nice to meet you." Brook said, after a moment of looking back and forth between the two of us. "I thought that cab driver was your ghoul though."
"Wait what?" I burst out into laughter. "No nonono hehe. No he's not my ghoul. He's just a taxi driver. Hehehe."
"Be nice, demon." Yukie chided me, evidently understanding what was so funny about that statement.
"But it's true. He is a perfectly ordinary taxi driver who drives taxis." I argued. It just so happens that before that he was a perfectly ordinary vampiric god-king of an ancient city.
"Um, why are you calling Pandora a demon?" Brook asked, seemingly eager for a change in the conversation.
"Yukie's a demon hunter." I explained with a smile. "Plus I find it kinda endearing."
"And my mistress is an accursed demon." My ghoul added on with a teasing smirk.
"True." I nodded.
"Oooookay then." Brook drawled, obviously deciding to roll with it. Then she muttered. "Your relationship can't be any weirder than mine and Heather's."
Oh definitely not. There's something seriously up with Heather. I didn't tell her that however. Instead I suggested we head over and go see Abrams with the tape.
"Lemme just deliver some blood and we can chat." I told her before going to see how the thin-bloods were doing.
Everything was going well. The Gargoyle even had a name now, given to him by the rather timid Julius of all people. The recently named Alexander seemed rather happy with things.
Seems introducing weak people who need protection to someone with major inbuilt protective instincts - that they were zero threat to - was a good idea after all. Good job, me.
I wandered back to the waiting fledgeling who'd been standing awkwardly next to a suspicious Yukie.
"So what's up Brook?"
"The Sarcophagus was stolen from the museum, so LaCroix wants me to track down the Nosferatu to find out who else they told about it. My problem is they've all gone to ground. And I have no idea where to go from here." She huffed in irritation.
"Abrams isn't helping?" I asked.
"He needs me to track down a fucking snuff tape, creepy Toreador bastard. I found part of one last night, and now he's hoping the whole thing can shed light on things. The problem is the people behind the tape all died last week."
"They wouldn't happen to be a group known as DMP would they?" I asked, already knowing the answer since I was the one that killed them. Hell, I even stole their logo for my Calamity mask.
"Yes, that's them." She nodded.
"Yeah, I was the one who killed them. They made the mistake of kidnapping me so I ate them. I think I looted a copy of the tape too." I said.
"Wait. I spent all that running around and stressing about how I was going to find a complete copy and you had one the entire time?" Brook sighed. "How, why?"
"I noticed it had some Tzimisce shit on it, so I took it with me when I left after murderizing them. Didn't want to risk the Masquerade by leaving that stuff laying around for the police or PRT to find."
While the Indian fledgeling was busy processing that, I quickly turned to Yukie. "Hey, uh can you head back to the suite and grab the video tape that's in my suitcase and bring it back here? It's super important."
"Very well." She sighed.
"Thanks Yukie. You're the best." I gave her a hug - positive reinforcement is important - then turned back to Brook while Yukie went to go fetch the tape.
Brook was inhaling and exhaling slowly. I could recognise a calming exercise when I saw one. "Is there anything else I may need to know?"
"Probably, but nothing's leaping to mind right now. Anyway how's things with you?"
"I'm good I guess." She shrugged again. "Oh yeah. Strauss asked me to let you know he'd like to meet you sometime, since nobody knows how to really contact you."
"Strauss huh?" I blinked. I've been avoiding the old Tremere so far, but I suppose I could go visit him soonish. I'm a lot stronger than I was a week ago. "I'll consider it. Also keep quiet about Alexander to him please. Tremere hunt down free Gargoyles and Strauss was the bastard who made Alex in the first place so he has even more incentive to either kill or re-enslave the big guy."
"Wait really? Didn't you say Gargoyles require ritually torturing and dismembering other kindred to make? Strauss seems like a pretty nice guy. Certainly more helpful than LaCroix is."
"He's Tremere, an old one at that. Being nice and buttering up a competent fledgeling so they think well of him costs him nothing but can earn him your support in future. Accept his help if you need it, but be aware there'll be hidden strings. The only thing you can trust a Tremere Regent to be is untrustworthy, that and using others to further his own power and that of the Pyramid." I warned her.
It's a good thing Alex is currently distracted with Julius, because I'd rather the big guy not go apeshit or think Brook is working for Strauss if I can help it.
"Anyways, let's talk about something lighter. What've you been up to lately? Anything exciting?" I asked, changing subject.
Brook began to tell me about her assorted (mis)adventures while we waited, which then branched out to her general annoyance with all the stupid plots, politics and other shit she was having to deal with when all she wanted to do was 'relax with Heather' and enjoy being all snakey.
"Wish I knew why LaCroix is so interested in this sarcophagus." Brook mused.
"Croissant-boy probably thinks it may contain an antediluvian, or if not that then a really ancient elder."
"He said antediluvians were a myth." She countered.
I burst out laughing.
"Oh they are very real. The Camarilla just likes to stick their heads in the sand about them because Antediluvians existing undermines their whole power structure. Sabbat are the opposite. They wanna form an army and fight the antediluvians. Sorta." A thought occurred to me. "Hmm, you've got a basic knowledge of the clans themselves, but haven't actually been told about any of the history behind their founding yet have you?"
"No."
"Well then it's time for storytime!" I clapped my hands to get everyone's attention. "Gather round guys! Your favourite elder is about to lay some wisdom of the ages on you."
Brook blinked at me for a moment, taking my weirdness in stride. I gave them all a moment to settle down before launching into teaching mode.
"First off, The Antediluvians. Phrase means 'before the deluge', and is generally used to describe a Cainite of the Third Generation. Now first I want everyone to bear in mind that this is a major abbreviation of stuff in the Book of Nod and it's been a long time since I paid any attention to this stuff."
I pulled a nicely chilled blood bag out of Beorn and took a sip, gathering my thoughts.
"Okay. First we'll talk about this dude called Caine. You may have heard of him from some of the other kindred in the city; The Dark Father, The Bloody Man, The Wanderer, The First Murderer." I started to explain, even as Brook frowned and gave me a speculative look when I began listing off my Sire's assorted titles. Eh, better keep things simple. Don't want to overwhelm her. "Anyways he's got a whole bunch of titles and shit."
I began weaving shadowy illusory figures with Chimerstry to tell the story better.
"So, Caine killed Abel and Big G upstairs really didn't like that so Cain was cursed to walk the earth for all eternity. For more details check the bible. The important part, as relates to us, comes after the One Above cursed Caine.
"So Caine is now cursed to wander the earth and is exiled into the land of Nod. Eventually he finds Lilith and she leads him to her garden. He stays there for a bit. Turns out his dad's ex-wife had magic or something and they try to awaken his own magic. This interacts weirdly with his curse, plus some archangels also pay him a visit to curse him some more. The end result is he gets vampire powers as well as getting the standard vampire curses, aka blood drinking, the fear of fire, the extreme sunburn allergy and enforced sunup naptime. After that he leaves Lilith's garden, wanders Nod a bit more and then goes off into the world. With me so far?"
I received a chorus of nods, some more understanding than others. Eh, good enough.
"Okay so Caine wanders a whole lot before finding a small agricultural settlement called Ubar. Now there's a bunch of conflicting tales at this point but the overall gist is the king of Ubar, Enoch, stepped down and let Caine take control. Then Caine - being like the farmer - innovated things a bunch agriculturally and the city prospered a lot. This was roughly when the city was renamed from Ubar to the City of Enoch.
"So now we have Caine as the immortal god-king of an ancient city. Caine was lonely, being the ancient immortal being that he is, and eventually figured out how to to embrace others and share his curse. Now the actual number of childer he sired is subject to a whole bunch of debate by Noddist scholars. Was it only three? Four? More? Who knows? However the ones that were definitively known by history to have been members of the fabled Second Generation are; Enoch, then Irad, and lastly Zillah.
"The Second Generation in turn wound up embracing childer of their own, after which Caine forbade the embracing of any more vampires which is where the Tradition of not embracing without your elder's permission came from. In fact most traditions and laws came about as Caine smacking some common sense and guidelines onto his descendants. Anyway Caine and his two generations of descendants lived in the city and were regarded as something akin to gods due to the immortality and super powers. The usual ancient times primitive society shit really. Even with Caine being all 'we're not gods don't worship us God hates our guts we're damned you morons' and stuff like that."
I ran a hand through my hair, totally getting his frustration. Must be super annoying knowing Big G exists and having all these little shits being 'hurr durr I'm totes a god durr'.
"Seriously. We're not gods, don't let the superpowers go to your heads. Anyways time passes and the city grows ever grander and grander. Then Big G decides the world hasn't had its share of rainy days recently. Noah builds an ark and a big flood happens. The City of Enoch is washed away and Caine and his descendants have a very miserable time of things till things dry off.
"Now Caine was pretty bummed out about the First City being washed away so he vanished to go mope about it. His childer and grandchilder went looking for him. Eventually they found him but he told them to leave him alone as he was still in his big sulk. They did as he said and went off to build a new city, known only as The Second City. Some stuff happened and the thirteen members of the Third Generation killed off the three of the Second Generation. Possibly as a civil war, possibly in an attempt to try eat their souls to steal their power for themselves. I'm not entirely sure of their motives to be honest."
I wonder what my siblings were like? Caine still hasn't told me anything about them other than vague generalities and I don't wanna make things uncomfortable by poking further.
"So anyway Caine is understandably pissed off that his childer are dead and so he cursed the thirteen antediluvians, which is also what resulted in the clan curses you see nowadays. These thirteen had also gone and embraced childer of their own - who also then inherited these curses - and thus the clans were formed.
"So to sum up. The Dark Father Caine is the origin of our curse and has as far as anyone knows slipped into myth and legend. The Second Generation are likewise myth and legend and definitely not wandering around anymore. As for the Third Generation, some are dead, some are in torpor. Of course the Camarilla likes to stick their head in the sand about antediluvians even existing, which makes LaCroissant's focus on that sarcophagus all the more intriguing. I'm betting he probably thinks there's a fourth or fifth gen snoozing inside that he can diablerise for power."
"Diablerise?" Lily asked.
"Verb form of diablerie." I growled. I looked everyone in the eye seriously, each in turn, to impress how important this subject was. "I catch anyone doing it? I'm killing you. No warning. No Mercy. You die. End of story."
"I don't even know what it is." She stammered, scared at the sudden change in tone of the conversation. "What if I do it by accident?"
"Fortunately it's something that can't be done by accident. You have to deliberately feed on another vampire, and then once you've drunk them dry of blood, you deliberately choose to keep drinking. You keep drinking right down to the point you consume their soul, the very essence of who they are."
"That's fucked up." E stated plainly.
"Yup. One of the most evil things you can ever do. Shit like diablerie stains the soul. Literally. It leaves black marks on your aura that can be seen by anyone with a basic understanding of the Auspex discipline."
"Then why do some kindred even do it?"
"Eating someone's soul also gives you access to most of their memories and knowledge, and if the Cainite you do it to is of a lower generation than you then it also lowers your own generation a little. Or even a lot if they're massively lower in generation than you are. Croissant-boy is probably thinking of how strong he'd be if he did that to whatever is in that sarcophagus, instead of thinking of how things are likely to go down if it is an antediluvian."
"What happens if it really is an antediluvian?" Brook asked.
"Torpor can make one real hungry, and thousands of years of torpor leaves one very hungry indeed." I shrugged. "Best case scenario LaCroissant opens the sarcophagus and gets himself eaten, followed up by the rest of the city being eaten as well, because well… very hungry ancient with godlike power."
"And the worst case scenario?" Brook asked, voice now full of morbid curiosity.
"He diablerises the ancient, but instead of him nomming the third gen's soul his soul gets nommed instead and we have a ten thousand-plus year old third gen Cainite walking about in a Croissant suit and being incredibly pissed off about that fact. Which is then followed by everyone dying horribly, except with even more collateral damage because they'll be throwing a temper tantrum about being in a Croissant suit."
"That can happen?"
"It's certainly a possibility if you try to devour someone much older and far stronger than you are. Bear in mind these beings are many thousands of years old with all the memories and metaphysical weight that entails. Frenchie's paltry two hundred or so years of life are like a drop in the bucket compared to something like that."
"And we all die regardless?" Lily asked.
"Maybe. It's that whole stupid Gehenna thing I told you guys about. The antediluvians will wake from their ageless slumber and slake their eternal thirst upon their descendants. Much doomsday, such death, wow. Noddist scholars can't even fully agree on our origins so how are they going to agree about our ending? So like I said. Maybe we'll all die, maybe we won't. Depends on what's inside Pandora's box, heeheehee." I giggled at the joke. Finally managed to work it in.
Brook muttered something to herself that I didn't manage to catch because I was too busy giggling like a schoolkid. I shot her a curious look.
"Oh, nothing. Just remembering something Rosa said." Brook replied, glancing over at the latina Cainite who gave a small nervous wave.
"Ah okay. Well you should pay attention. Rosa's a seer. A really powerful one actually. Everything she says is important, though it may take a while to actually make sense. Anyways, that's the story of the First City and the antediluvian assholes that founded the clans."
After storytime we hung out and relaxed while we waited for Yukie. Once she got back with the tape the three of us said goodbye to the others and headed over to visit Abrams.
I sat semi-patiently on the couch in Abrams' office while the Baron, Yukie and Brook all watched 'Shitty Home Videos: Tzimisce Edition'.
I let them watch it, having already seen the stupid tape so I knew what was on it.
In fact I was contemplating what I'd have done if it was down to me to solve the case and there was no sign of the tape. I'd gotten lucky with the weapons shipment, locating the laptop and tracking down the tongs. But what if I was in a position not to do so?
A 'Thinker' power of some sort would be handy and I've got two experience points, having gotten another from educating Brook and the thin-bloods some more.
Three dots in Auspex would give me a psychometry power to read an object's past, which would be kinda handy but I've only got two experience to spend and any better 'Thinker' powers would be way up in the elder dot range meaning even more XP.
My eyes flicked over my Character Sheet as I contemplated things - the sounds of a terrified woman being chased by meatball monsters sounding from the TV - before my eyes landed on Dementation…
Aha! The third dot power - Eyes of Chaos - is exactly what I'd need! It'll let me tap into my latent insanity - not that I have any, being perfectly sane and well adjusted - to see patterns in things and intuit truths about situations and people. It's one of the reasons Malkavians have their reputation as seers capable of finding hidden truths.
I sank another experience point into the discipline, raising me to three dots and unlock the Eyes of Chaos. Not gonna play with it just yet. Instead I'll save it for next time I go see movies with Caine and see if I can use it to predict the plot from the opening scenes. I also got the video game third dot power too - Vision of Death - which as far as I can tell inflicts the target with visions of their… well, death.
Or at least what their death would've been if they hadn't suffered heart attack and mental collapse due to being smacked with death visions, as well exactly how insignificant their life and how meaningless their death actually is in regards to the rest of the cosmos.
Yeah, I'm probably not gonna use that specific third dot power. Seems like a shitty thing to do to a mortal, and it doesn't really work on supernatural targets properly anyways. Eyes of Chaos on the other hand is definitely something that could be fun to use.
Commotion from the others pulled my attention - from my thoughts of using Eyes of Chaos to troll Caine sometime - back to the video. Isaac had apparently immediately identified the location, which was a little odd considering how little we'd seen of the exterior but whatever. Brook had her address and was more than capable of handling the fucking sewer level by herself.
And then she just had to ask the worst thing ever.
"Can you come with to help me find the Nosferatu?" She asked, having brainstormed with Abrams that the Tzimisce behind this must be using those monsters to attack the Nosferatu themselves.
Damnit. I don't wanna do it but I also wanna be kickass mentor figure that's always there for her that she can look up to…
"Fine." I grumbled after a lot of deliberation. "But if there's even a hint of sewers involved then that's gonna count as the boon I owe you." At least I can get that boon out of the way.
"Deal." She agreed quickly.
Well we'd better head out then. At least Yukie appears to be more than eager to hunt this 'demon'.