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You shall have all of them. Your opponent will be fitting for your bloodline - a Silver Fang. I want you to amputate his forepaws, or hands if he stays human, and bring me his claws. Calm yourself from all save the fights ahead of you. Block everything else out. Whoever else comes here, whoever else taunts or presents themself to you, they are not your concern. They are mine. From now on, you hear only MY words, see only my face. Understood?

*The Tzimisce smiled down at Dagoth, one of thos esmiles that said he was up to something only he knew about.

Sera raised one delicate eyebrow at Daegonna, then grinned, showing a hint of fang. His tongue darted out between his fangs, licking over his tinted lips. One ear twitched just slightly, setting the tiny bells hanging from it to ringing. His tail coiled up his own thigh, delicately, designed ot be watched, then tightened around his waist like a belt. Dropping his hands to the powerful muscle, he twitched his lips, blowing a kiss towards Daegonna. Flirting with the girl always seemed to please him.
He motioned with one hand, indicating he'd like to talk to her later. What about was unclear*

Brilliant bleached golden blonde locks glistened in what little light was available to hit the strands beneath a wide brimmed hat, decorated with a band of canines both Garou, and Cainite as a rather large and impossing figure came to stand like a warding totem behind Seraphim.

One eye bluer then the finest saphire glared down upon the violet maned boy. In the midst of the crowds jostling too and fro in eager anticipation of the nights violence, the figure's cloak was brushed aside for but a moment.

Black, though hardly frail seeming netting to cover an equally invulnerable looking vest and form fitting sleevless body suit, with a belt of revolver rounds over his bulky, cut chest. At either hip a non-descript revolver was holstered, and a rather large sheathed broad sword over his left thigh.

Behind him, still within the confines of his cloak, there was the briefest glimpse of a golden fur coated tail, and under the brim of his hat, long pointed ears.

It was however, the sigil pinned to his cloak collar, that gleamed brightest of all for a moment in the right light. A golden Swastika, accompanied by a set of gold Oak leaves, clutched in the talons of an eagle. A Major. The very design of the cloak however, was not something all together unseen in Gaia. Though not since a particular invasion, and mass bombing. A dark crimson colour dyed through material so soft and silken, the creature looked almost to wear a veil of vitae. Furthermore, and to yet more interest and contraversy, was the chains that acted like ornaments, alongside a score of Sabbat related sigils and pins.

It was with a ghostly whisp of cold air from either side of a rather specialized gas mask, that the Garou's hand came to fall with a weighty thud upon Seraphim's shoulder, and the Major creapt in with a lean, in order to reach the lad's ear with a leer, pointedly aimed across the pit to the DeSeer party.

"Bezt not to enrage Herr Selbstbewusstsein, zhe great monzter juzt might dezide to eat uz all. Ja?..."

With a muffled chortle to match his husky tone of voice behind the mask, the Nazi Major gave Seraphim a short pair of pats on the shoulder, cerulean eye brimming with mischief still locked on the DeSeer company, before sinking back with just one step, only to vanish the moment another crossed infront of him. Though something of the smell still lingering, teased that the Garou wasn't far.

*Sera had caught Corbins growl, and unlike the Garou who all balked at it, it only set his grin deeper. He knew as well as Corbin should know, forbidding something only made it a more desireable prize... to Daegonna, as well to himself.
He knew the girl was already attracted to him, even if it DID only ever turn out to be as the less vaunted clone of the very man she sat next to and had been sternly warned away from by her own blood brother.

Two seconds later though, it didnt matter. Only years of careful schooling and practice at keeping his charming grin in place stopped him from shuddering at the touch to his shoulder, only reserves of steel prevented him from flinching, only pride kept him from changing his stance and demanour at all, especially as the figure that crept up behind him had come out of the blue, totally un-sensed. Seraphim, alike to Corbin, was not used to being crept up upon by the powerful. And the stinking Garou REEKED of power. Of a kind he didnt like at all.

He stayed still, claws not even tightening on his tail as his eyes stayed on the ring, grin widening if anything at the words hissed to him*

And you wish me to deny myself such joys, Lupine? For shame...

*Of course, the Major was gone before the words had even left sera's lips, and despite the fact he had practicaly just vocalised a DESIRE to be consumed by his twin, Sera's gaze, once he too performed a scan and found the Major missing, inevitably found Corbin's.
Yes, he and his were despised by the branch in this dimension, save for the matriarch it seemed. But she wasnt here. In her stead, just as in his own realm, there was only Corbin. He tilted his head slightly towards the bar at the back, cordially requesting Corbin to follow and meet him there. No reason to unsettle those that had NOT noticed the cause for BOTH of their discomforts, and EVERY reason to talk. Seraphim had no more desire to see the Major than Corbin did, it seemed.*

((One only hopes you are up to what I think you are up to. It will make my own designs so very much more fun. I suppose this sets us both with proverbial rapiers drawn... hope you're up to the duel XP))

Absinthe. JUST Absinthe.

*Sera gave his order, looking as green about the gills as the drink he named. He too though spoke with a calm he did not feel in his heart of hearts.*

I wouldnt know, I really wouldnt. This isnt my realm. Thats NOT to say however... I dont know who it is. Or at least, who I THINK it is. I never met him in my realm...

*shaking himself, knowing he wasnt making much sense, Sera took his drink and simply DOWNED it. Then he began again, more lucidly*

Back home, we were as you know somewhere near the top of the pack. We were often invited to our version of the illustrious ceremonies you Camarilla often hold. There was more blood and debauchery in ours, and a lot more cloak and dagger when anything important was on the table. In some ways, the pack stucture made things HARDER to talk about for us, than for you, despite our supposed freedom to divulge what we are. There WAS one rumour that came down from on high though, mixed in with all the usuals. Something about a lycan in a seat of power.
Of course, from MY side... Engel, Schenider... all those who fought you... would have been one of our allies from the get go, not someone we needed to poach. I never met the Major in person, nor did I EVER dream of this....
Considering the rumours that always run alongside such... I'd put money on him being involved HEAVILY in the Jyhad... and being immortal somehow. Prehaps an Abomination? The Tribe explains much - Black Spiral Dancers turned from the earth long ago and serve the Wyrm, whom most Garou believe we Cainites also serve. Prehaps, inadvertantly, we do, who knows? But its telling that its one of THEM thats found shacked up with our own kind, though I ABHOR any who think it right...

*All this was basically Seraphim's eloquent way of saying he knew NOTHING more than Corbin and could only speculate. It was clear he too however was disturbed by the man;s presence, and the nature of what this Major was and what he represented*

The lights dimmed, then flickered for only the briefest moment over the bar and in that single heartbeat, BOTH Seraphim, and Corbin had a cloaked man at their backs.

Behind Corbin, this Garou Major, standing nearly a full foot taller then the Diablerist even, with whisps of cold, stagnant air hissing fourth from his mask.

Behind Seraphim, a man addorning the very same cloak like uniform, however he bore much more heavily concieled traits. All that could be seen of his features, were the three, mystic eyes of scarlet, floating like illusions within the hood of the cloak. This one, just as the Garou, bore the oak leaves of a major.

"I do believe zhat zhey vinally underztand, herr Migel."

"It would certainly appear that way, Gunther."

In that moment both Seraphim and Corbin would feel it. The gravity of the situation, and the pair at their heels. An overwhelming reek of both powerful Cainite, and Garou blood swarmed the pair, debilitaiting degrees of power and knowledge behind the eyes that crossed the shoulders of either Cainite they stood behind, to pierce those of the one infront of them.

Migel, and Gunther both crept in in unisen, both whispering words to Cainite infront of them.

"That which you know of any Camarilla, is nothing in comparison to the grander scheme of things. The greatest of truths. No mere Beserker, soldier, or officer can understand the truest meanings of Gehenna, Galconda, Jyhad and the Wyrm."

"Und you, Herr Cannibal. You think too much, TOO much. Iv you really vant to know more... Azk zhat uelezz cazt avway ov yourz. Zhat Zalubri Antititribu. Herr Engel und I go VAY back. Break it to him gently zough. Zhe poor Geistesgestört zinks I died maybe 'alf a zentury ago. Mine name ist Gunther. Adolf. Herrmann."

"Now, if you dont mind too terribly, gentlemen, we have another engagement to attend. Hush hush, secret squirrel and all that, you know."

"Auf Wiedersehen!"

And with no more warning then that, Both Corbin, and Seraphim would for a single heartbeat, succumb to a state somewhat like blacking out. Every sensory ability shut down, and brain activity was for a split second, disrupted. In this fraction of a second however both cloaked figures, had vanished. This time, the pair truely were gone.

Corbin's hands trembled, glass held within his hand shaking with the force as he dipped his head, the shudder crossing his entire body as he took a few quiet, but sharp breaths. It was as though the General was beginning to break down, falter under the pressure, and intimidating nature of these ideas. Until..

"Marvelous...."

Corbin's head rose once more both wickedly attrocious toothy grin, and vibrantly glowing emerald eyes in place and holding strong with his sadistic chuckle.

"Secret armies, assassins and officers of the Sabbat hordes descend upon us with yet anotther new challenge. I've never seen an abomination, and if that is indeed what those creatures were.... The idea makes my blood boil with extacy. Finally, a new enemy, a powerful enemy."

Corbin set his eyes like stone on Seraphim, still with that almost psychotic grin spread across his face in cement.

"You will go, I will stay. My blood is mine, and it will work as I demand it does. Go with haste, Seraphim. They may be targeting one of us, or our facilities next."

As much as he wanted to go himself, Corbin wasn't about to leave Dagoth and the Fang. More importantly, Dae WITH Seraphim. Besides, restricted as he was, Corbin couldn't get to Roan as quickly as Seraphim.