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RP Threads / Re: Black Celebration - Succubus Club,1986
« Last post by MAT on April 03, 2025, 09:09:37 pm »Rudolph Longstaff aka Abel Beaumarchais
if the good die young we're gonna live forever
heaven and earth, couldn′t stand in our way
if the good die young we′re gonna live forever
and that's the price we′re gonna pay
Toreador Ancilla | Blush of Health | Enchanting Voice | Deceptive Aura
“My own personal recipe.” That wasn’t true, but it wasn’t entirely false. He certainly had put his own spin on it. A different incantation. Honey instead of dates. Barley instead of wheat. Different yeast. Brewing tubs made from different materials. Boiled wort. Cooler fermentation. It produced a far stronger product by alcohol content. And since the point was to get a human experience and enjoy intoxication, that was very much desirable and superior to the Egyptian recipe. The Setites who had tried it had been impressed, at least. Wanted to know the secret.
The secret was one of Loki’s trickster ways.
He glanced over at Geoff at the mention of Inyanga, though the sunglasses were partially shielding his eyes now. “They say she was a sorcerer in her breathing nights.” He couldn’t remember where he had picked up that particular tidbit, but everywhere he went he laid down a network of spies and informants, and that had surfaced from someone, somewhere.
“Did you make yourself familiar with Lodin’s personal laws? They go beyond the Traditions, and he’s pretty strict about it.” This Gangrel courier had shown him some discretion during his little emotional bout, so Abel felt like he could demonstrate gratitude with some information. “But. He’s been in a power struggle with his Primogen for the better part of a decade now, and what I hear is that he’s not been faring well. Local Anarchs have done serious damage destabilizing his political base within the kine. They probably wouldn’t amount to much on their own, which means they’re getting help.”
He used his index finger to tip down his glasses for a moment, giving Geoff a knowing look. “Something’s going to tip soon.” He shrugged then. “I don’t tend to give much of a ****, though.” Anarchs were often easier to work with than Camarilla, because they were far more often desperate. The problem is that they didn’t always have the resources to pay.
When asked if he moved things, Abel nodded. “Sure. I have a…sanction of sorts. I move some things to and from Gary.” By boat to Milwaukee or Green Bay. By truck to Indianapolis, Chicago, or Minneapolis. “Sometimes they’re very sensitive. Could be recurring work, if you're interested.”
heaven and earth, couldn′t stand in our way
if the good die young we′re gonna live forever
and that's the price we′re gonna pay
Toreador Ancilla | Blush of Health | Enchanting Voice | Deceptive Aura
“My own personal recipe.” That wasn’t true, but it wasn’t entirely false. He certainly had put his own spin on it. A different incantation. Honey instead of dates. Barley instead of wheat. Different yeast. Brewing tubs made from different materials. Boiled wort. Cooler fermentation. It produced a far stronger product by alcohol content. And since the point was to get a human experience and enjoy intoxication, that was very much desirable and superior to the Egyptian recipe. The Setites who had tried it had been impressed, at least. Wanted to know the secret.
The secret was one of Loki’s trickster ways.
He glanced over at Geoff at the mention of Inyanga, though the sunglasses were partially shielding his eyes now. “They say she was a sorcerer in her breathing nights.” He couldn’t remember where he had picked up that particular tidbit, but everywhere he went he laid down a network of spies and informants, and that had surfaced from someone, somewhere.
“Did you make yourself familiar with Lodin’s personal laws? They go beyond the Traditions, and he’s pretty strict about it.” This Gangrel courier had shown him some discretion during his little emotional bout, so Abel felt like he could demonstrate gratitude with some information. “But. He’s been in a power struggle with his Primogen for the better part of a decade now, and what I hear is that he’s not been faring well. Local Anarchs have done serious damage destabilizing his political base within the kine. They probably wouldn’t amount to much on their own, which means they’re getting help.”
He used his index finger to tip down his glasses for a moment, giving Geoff a knowing look. “Something’s going to tip soon.” He shrugged then. “I don’t tend to give much of a ****, though.” Anarchs were often easier to work with than Camarilla, because they were far more often desperate. The problem is that they didn’t always have the resources to pay.
When asked if he moved things, Abel nodded. “Sure. I have a…sanction of sorts. I move some things to and from Gary.” By boat to Milwaukee or Green Bay. By truck to Indianapolis, Chicago, or Minneapolis. “Sometimes they’re very sensitive. Could be recurring work, if you're interested.”
