Sthelada (spillingthetea) wrote in nybynightic, @ 2020-09-25 00:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | activity type: log/thread, character: cian, character: sthelada |
Who: Sthelada and Cian
What: Finding trouble
When: 9/25 - Just after midnight
Where: The Labyrinth
Rating: Therapeutic violence
Status: In complete
Sthelada had made a few forays into the Labyrinth since her arrived in New York. Going into such places was dangerous for even the likes of her. But since she had become a Hound, there was a sense of needing to do more than just have a look around.
Besides, this was what she knew. This was her element. As much as she loved her cafe channeling interesting bits of gossip for her to entertain herself with, gathering information and lurking in the shadows was what she'd done her entire unlife. While Xinoteus had bandied legs with the court, she'd been in the field, gathering information, trading favors and making friends in low places, as it were. There was a thrill to it all of its own. The danger of being discovered, when whatever she'd learned would be useful. Whom she might encounter in a place like this.
The Nosferatu made no noise as she moved through the decaying subway tunnels. They were very much like ones where she and Xinoteus had their lair. No, Sthelada wasn't thinking about him. She couldn't she had to keep her thoughts on the here and now.
Noise ahead of her caught Sthelada's attention. There were others in the tunnel. Noisy, a small group. Laughing and shouting. At least approaching them wouldn't be difficult, they were making enough noise to wake the dead. She followed the sounds, keeping herself concealed. The group was only five. Four thuggish looking sorts, with a very frightened looking woman who likely had been huddled on the streets above and unluckily caught their attention. As they entered an area where emergency lights flickered she could see bleeding bite marks all over the woman. The ruffians were likely clanless or anarchs.
The was no reason for Sthelada to stop. She felt badly for the woman, who looked familiar. She'd probably seen her on the streets. Unfortunately, she would not survive the night even if the Nosferatu tried to intervene. The fools had fed openly on her. The Masquerade had to be upheld.
Since she was a Hound now, she should likely intervene. They were technically in Camarilla territory. Picking up a rock, she kept it's flight concealed as long as she could, skipping it across the puddles of a side tunnel with a leaking water pipe running above it.
Of course, two of the clanless came to investigate. Too easy. Except as she moved to position herself to lunge at the lead anarch, she heard footsteps coming up that tunnel behind her. More anarchs or someone just unlucky to have found their way down here?