Session 2 – Shit Happens – 02.01.2016

This session was pretty heavily focused on Sarp (Pete Robbie), you will have to read the next session to see what the others did.

Pete Robbie

After the fight I walked towards the street, air smelled of ash and blood. “Filthy Sabbat cockroaches. They can’t even die cleanly.” I said out loud and then pulled my phone out and called Gabriel to let him know that I have completed my task successfully. After appeasing my sire I called the Sheriff and informed him as well. Once I returned, I found Thomas in the process of severing the limbs of our attacker.
About 20 minutes later at most a black van appeared at the entrance of the blind alley we were in. I, and judging from the orb of flame in his hand, Dante were startled by this. Four extremely ordinary looking men got out. This agitated us futher, I was about to shoot one of them when Thomas gestured us in a sharp manner that implied we should calm the fuck down. Apparently these were the Prince’s men.

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Session 1 – A Busy Night in Brussels – 21.11.15 – Part 2

Part 1 can be found here…

Pete Robbie, just outside the Lux, continued …

I entered the first floor of Lux that served as a pub and went one level up using the elevator to the part of that the club-going youth frequented. Even though I intended to go to the 4th floor I was hungry a bit and I always liked to mix business with pleasure. A particularly pretty blonde by the bar piqued my interest.

[Kutalp and Sarp: WTF is this shit.
Me/Bleda: Actually decent club music?
Kutalp and Sarp: No.
Me/Bleda. Go f*** yourselves.]

The background music was pretty awesome.

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Session 1 – A Busy Night in Brussels – 21.11.15 – Part 1


Pete Robbie

I woke up to a beautiful night in Brussels, naked. After relaxing for a good 5 minutes in my bed, I started putting on one of my suits. In the end a busy man like me has to look good. I had just picked my phone up when I had this irresistible desire to go downtown. [A fancy way of saying he got Summoned.] We have our instincts and desires for a reason, who am I to resist them?

I live in a mansion (a villa really) about 30 minutes out of downtown. I went to my car, got in and just drove away. Half an hour later I found myself in front of a very luxurious apartment complex. I got out of my car and walked straight in. I was greeted by a servant that seemed uncannily British.

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