[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening at Dusk

[Spikey]

Hope Zagorski, Leon Wolf, Zoe and Christophe Basarab 
Mortal, Ghoul, Brujah siblings 
Dusk Towers 

Hope looks from the fallen rosary to the girl's hand. She had told herself before that she would do nearly anything to save her next partner. She hadn't saved her first partner in Gotham; he'd been dirty long before she'd come along. She had a chance here to save Brannigan, assuming they weren't lying to her. She had to do it. Do it for Brannigan. She tells herself quietly, still torn between the symbol of her Faith and the proferred offer of Empowerment. "I do this, and I can leave here tonight?" She wanted to see her partner, to talk to him again, if only to know that doing this was worth the sacrifice. 

"You have our word!" The Girl replied.

Having received the answer she wanted to hear, Hope picks up the rosary and slips it into her purse. Then, and only then, Hope reaches her hand out to the girl. Her fingertips hover just above the girl's, a gap that had yet to be bridged. The question was, who would be the one to do it? 

Zoe takes Hopes hand, her impatience evident. But she does not force her to follow, merely leads her into the hallway.

"Perhaps a devout woman such as yourself would appreciate the symbology of the Cup Hope!" she says as they walk. "In the Mythology of our kind there is an ancient founder, the first. He lived in the time when man was rare in the earth and the Son of the Lord had yet to be born. before even the Nephilim had broken their covenant with God and the Floods sent to cleanse the earth of all evil. When he was just a man like yourself he had a falling out with his father, an arguement tha led to his banishment from his home. He became lost, a wanderer with no purpose and a broken heart. In the darkness of unknown lands he met a woman, not any woman this but the First Mother. The Wife of God in some versions of your faith. This woman was wise and powerful, but lonely too. She was mourning lost children and a failed marriage and understood the mans condition."

They walk past many doors, away from the lift Hope had used to rise to this floor. before them was a set of double doors in the end of the hall way. While The girl talked and Leon followed, the young man walked ahead and opened the doors for them.

"The woman taught her skills to the man, as best as he could learn. As with all things magical he was not quite her equal. But he did learn many new things, the power of speed and strength, he learned the language of the beats and how to take thier form. The powers that we now posses. He, like you was of mortal clay and could not shape the world to his will as he was made, so the Mother gave him a gift. He drank of her devine blood, in the awakening cup. And as she had known he would, he awoke to the powers of the night and became more than he was when he left the womb."

Stepping inside Hope is greeted by a chamber, a converted office with smokey windows and Knightly regalia on the walls. The symbol of a Dragon takes up one whole wall, a woodcut relief of great age. The Dragon stands before a Double Cross and looks back over its shoulder. Other walls include more Dragon symbology and statues, including a naked female statue with a dragon wound around her.

"Now the man was a force to be reckoned with and he became a leader of men, a civilizer and a law maker. He did great things for the humans who had cast him out and dragged them from thier simple lives towards the first vestiges of society we see now. When the man died, the powers she had awoken in him and his own learnings did not usher him into the grave. For the first time, God's curse on Eve did not manifest and he did not die. He became the First vampire, if the myths are to be believed, and from him are we all descended in some way."

The young man walks to a dias with a red cloth upon it and uncovers it. Revealing an orante goblet of Silver with Jet inlay. 

"This vessel is no more the true awakening cup than the Goblets at Mass are the True Grail." The girl intoned. "Those clay vessels are likley both dust now. But there is power in the symbology, an echo of those wonderous events. We are reminded that this is a hallowed event."

"Steal yourself Hope!" The man says as Hope sees slender fangs descend from his gums. He lifts his wrist to his mouth and bites down, letting a single splatter of blood spill down his chin. The wrist is then held above the cup and large droplets of his viscous life drop into the chalice. Beside her Hope is aware of the girl doing the same thing before she steps forward and adds her blood to the mixture.


[I can hardly remember 
The look of my own TAG] 
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