[Sodium_noir] Listen to the Night

[Spikey]

Titus, Mercia, a bunch of others
Lasombra, Tzimisce, differing clans
Pack haven

Titus nodded; he felt... good.  Satisfied in som strange internal way.  
Things were falling into place.

' Tomorrow night... tomorrow night we meet, we hold an Esbat, we party and 
we rebel and we raise merry hell!  Akrill's old mansion, China Town.  Spread 
the word.'  He raised his fist, a salute.

"It would be an honour to visit your new trophy!" Mercia grinned a little. "Stretch our legs a little further afield."

In the meantime, Warren had wandered up. Skirting the more slavering examples of Sabbat Bravo to hover close by. The Nosferatu shuffled his feet and avoided eye contact wherever possible. Eventually he realised that several of his brothers and sisters of the rooftop had copied Titus fist salute and had a go at it himself. Somewhat half heartedly.

"I could spread the word." he muttered. "A bit. If you want."



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