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Quick as lightning, within reason, Jacques was on his feet, pointing a clawed finger at the Tremere who had just taken a seat. No extra sensory perception was needed to feel the hate he emanated, and with pure anger, he shouted at the man, "It is your blood! You are worse than any monster of the night, and with your magics destroy all others."

Jacques looked around the room, almost as if trying to urge the others to believe what he was saying.

"He must not be allowed to live!"

((OOC: Sorry for this, I've got nothing against you Teeth, just the character history in relation with Tremere of any kind. Please forgive me if I seem like I'm just trying to get rid of you. At least this will call for an interesting story.))

The anticipation swelled inside Mary, and she was suddenly lively, rocking and waiting in her chair, but the rocking was not a motion of fear, but rather of excitement. She felt combat coming, and even if she wasn't involved, she would just love to be a part of it.

She glanced to the gargoyle, Jaques, she thought, or at least that she remembered. It was possible that the name was incorrect, but she didn't care much for that now, and Oct.. Oct... Octag.. no.. that wasn't right. ... the tremere man. She waited, and smiled up, an odd, competitive gleam in her eye that the others had not yet seen. She was usually quiet, but combat was her one love, and the one thing that she understood about human nature

Octavia listened to the words of the gargoyle and suppressed the urge to laugh in his face. Heh, this one really has issues. Angsty, too, he thought. Then an amused grin formed.

"You really have issues, don't you. It's just piss funny, in a sad pathetic way. Now, how about you stop with the verbal diarrhea, sit the ******** down, and stop talking as if you know s**t about my clan, alright? Good." Octavia just stood and waited for Jacques to back off and sit back down first.

((I kinda wish we discussed how battle would take place. Again, sorry Teeth, but Jacques not only hates Tremere, but he also has a really short temper, and is already agitated having to be out of his territory.))

As the archbishop spoke, one would assume most would listen. It can also be assumed that two folks involved in any form of debate would be less inclined to take their eyes off their opponent. Jacques was not looking into Octavia's eyes, however he could only assume they never left him. Jacques wasn't looking into Octavia's eyes anymore because they were focused on his shoulder to torso area, which is the spot that his huge arm was coming down to.

Jacques' clawed hand moved before his mind could. It's true he knew little about the Tremere antitribu, but all he knew was that they were a branch of Tremere, and they could not be allowed to live. Instead of sitting down like he was commanded, both by his enemy and by the one who was supposed to be his superior, Jacques attacked.

It was without second thought. Octavia was too smug in his attitude, not taking into account that a short tempered brute who hates all Tremere would attack. Jacques arm flew from its position at his side, quickly coming down to tear at that area from the shoulder to stomach. A hit like that would tear anything up, especially in the target was within 3 feet, but only if the person was not dexterous enough to dodge the blow.

((ooc: It's all cool. Anyways, we'll have to find out how we'll be doing this - dicerolls or whatever, but for now I'll play to fair description. I also hope that other players don't dislike IC swearing.))

As the claws tore through Octavia's torso, Octavia yelled in pain and stepped back. "********!" he roared at the gargoyle. "You ******** up my s**t! Okay, that's it, gloves off, b***h!"

Octavia threw off the torn robe, revealing the massive wound he had just taken from the gargoyle. However, he also revealed more infernalist aspects of his nature - mainly, the fact that his legs were not normal human legs but instead long goat-like legs, very powerful, and a goat's tail.

Octavia then used his Swarming Thaumaturgy level (Level 3, Path of Pestilence) to send out a occult call to all insects within 200ft of him, giving them the order to fly to where the gargoyle was and attack him with everything they could. The flies forming the halo around Octavia were the first to react and fly at Jacques, swarming around him, providing a distraction. Octavia hoped that some nasty insects would be inside very soon.

Then, Octavia lunged forward and attempted to tackle Jacques, ready to tear him apart with his infernally bestowed claws.

((ooc: Yeah, I was actually going to bring it up earlier, but didn't have the chance to. I actually leave to go on holidays tomorrow, and forgot about that a few days ago when I created this character and started running it.

And, I figured, (a) he wouldn't last long as soon as Jacques (or anyone with a hate-on for the Tremere) got pissed off and homicidal at him and (b) it'll be pointless me trying to get internet access as I have next to no internet connection at home - so, storyteller, if you want to, take it over as an NPC and if it's still around in three weeks I'll resume play with it, if not - well, it was fun making the character and having ideas for what to do with him.

Also, I'm not sure yet how I do resistance rolls (how many dice I would roll) as I'm still trying to obtain the rulebook and didn't anticipate having to do tests yet. So, I'll take the -2 across the board for physicals for the Path of Curses, and I believe that since my Dex has hit 0 (I had 2 in Dex) I've got problems moving. So have fun with the Tremere, kiddies.

Been fun for the last few days, see you all in three weeks for more roleplaying.))

Aerith had somehow managed to remain in her seat, though she was thinking about taking out her guns and kicking some major a**. Who died and made that Tremere prince, anyhow? She shivered. Every hair on her body was livid with anticipation, she was recoiled and poised to do something, namely join, this fight if anyone made another move.