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Viktor rolled his eyes. "Eve, I understand that you're a big queen supermutant with all sorts of powers beyond the understanding of us mere mortal ken," the sarcasm was laid on thick enough you could practically hear his eyes roll in their sockets, "but lay off the melodrama, you're laying it on...

Viktor had rested on the skirt of the tank as it descended, instead concentrating on the control panel for the swarm of drones attached to his wrist. Circumstances were not in the most ideal, he'd have infinitely preferred the Krokodil to this situation, but still, the Drones gave him an...

The легендарный Крокодил's rotors beat almost silently, as Viktor cracked the canopy he didn't get out, and while the rotors had begun to slow he had not failed to pay attention to the situation and saw Eve emerge, heard her... the gun-turret on the chin tracked to face her as he climbed out...

Viktor considered the situation, it was far far FAR from ideal. He had little experience on the ground. Almost none really. That put a pretty hard limit on his options. "Ok, so what do you want me to do?, Ground nearby and join you, I have little experience on foot other than rudimentary...

Viktor looked Marie in the eye. "Or What." He maintained a deadpan expression for a moment before grinning wryly for a moment, "If those are the stakes, those are the stakes. Anyone who is going to back out because they're high isn't welcome at my poker table."

Marcus stared at Salazar. "I MEANT THIS MEATSACK" He jabbed the enthralled human in the stomach with his G-36.

Marcus continued to hold the captive in his arms. "And I was hoping THIS MEATSACK WOULD BE VERY TALKATIVE ABOUT NOW." He cocks an eyebrow.

Viktor simply waited for Ghast to finish what he was saying. He held for a few moments, allowing it to look like he was seriously considering the question, and perhaps he was. "Because frankly there is enough of a schism going on and you can't really afford to knock back pilots. I presume you...

The tensions between the Coalition and Old Guard were a serious downer as Viktor moved through the markets feeling, as he always did, naked outside the cockpit of легендарный Крокодил. But he'd always had nothing but respect for Carolyn's father and doubted the Coalition represented the best...

Marcus grinned, marginally, as he kept his weapon trained on the helpless human. "It was all fun and games until one of his fellows outside plucked a couple holes in my favourite shirt." He didn't bother pointing out it was 'this weeks' favourite shirt. He changed his favourite clothes at least...

Having climbed up on top of the van and spotting the breaching location Marcus had forced his way in nearly twisting the head off of one as he entered the top floor he tapped into the auspex discipline and saw the last two survivors of the attackers waiting near the top of the stairwell, one...

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The TVR screeched to a halt outside of the Keepers sanctuary as Marcus emerged from within it, the G-36 ripped into and through a handful of attackers emerging from a white van, at seven hundred and fifty rounds a minute it took all of eight seconds for Marcus to burn through the first 100 round...

Marcus was relaxing when the text message came in. Gunning the engine on his TVR he flipped down the back seat exposing the G-36 and it's big Beta C-Magazines and flat-footed it for the Keeper's private sanctum. As he drove, now hitting 120 kph through london's streets he picked up the phone and...

Biographical Name: Viktor van Gruff Age: 27 Sex: Male Family & Friends: Father: Ivanovich van Gruff; 52, Engineer, *Deceased* Mother: Viktoria van Gruff; 54, Engineer, Missing, presumed dead. Brother: Ivan Ivanovich van Gruff; 31, Data analyst at Bunker Chicago Sister: Anastasiya van Gruff...

Marcus raised an eyebrow, but before he could answer the Prince’s question Kathryn arrived in the Cathedral. “KEEPER.” He acknowledged her presence. “AS FOR MY SEARCH for Hounds... there are some PROSPECTS.” The sound of a ringtone began to play incredibly loudly. “NERO.” He practically...

Name: Marcus Nero Born: 1734 Sired: 1766. Appears: 32 Place of Birth: Rome, in a Chapterhouse of the Knights Hospitaller Clan: Malkavian Sect: Camarilla Species: Vampire Haven: Yacht "Kiss the Sky" Derangements: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder Klazomania Megalomania Appearance: Marcus...