November 29, 1800. 4:56 a.m.
the house in the alps
"GET OUUUUUUUT!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Carleigh's head jerked up in surprise just in time to see Carid come stumbling backwards across the hall and almost down the stairs. The Tzimisce grabbed onto the banister to steady herself and stared in the direction she had come with an expression of shock and anger even as the sound of a slamming door could be heard throughout the whole house.
The Ventrue gazed up with a smirk. "So, she finally kicked you out, did she?"
Carid's neck snapped to the left to look straight at Carleigh with murder in her eyes. The Ventrue's smirk just grew larger as she sauntered into the sitting room.
Carid snarled, utterly enraged. The fact that the Tremere was infuriating was nothing. The fact that she had managed to throw her out.......Now that was just beyond all endurance. Carid threw herself off the banister and stormed back in the direction of her room.
"POLGARAN!!!!!!!!!!" she howled, grabbing the doorknob with every intention of ripping the whole wall down. But a sudden shock to her hand made her recoil. How dare she?! Put up some absurd magic around the door...! Carid braved a second shock and kicked the door with all her might before turning and storming downstairs and out the front door.
Once outside, she picked up a large rock and hurled it into the trees with all the strength of her fury, letting out a roar equal to that of a lupine. So enraged was she that she almost didn't notice the fact that the rock made no crash upon hitting the ground. However, the fact dawned on her when the next noise she heard was not the sound of a rock falling, but the sound of someone coming out of the bushes.
Michaela Greywaould emerged from the underbrush, tossing the rock Carid had hurled up and down in her hand. "Bad night, Dvorak?" she asked calmly, before tossing the rock back to the Tzimisce.
Carid barely caught it, more than a little flustered. "I, um, I didn't hit you, did I?" she asked nervously, her rage at Amy suddenly the furthest thing from her mind.
"No." the Gangrel said simply.
"Sorry...."
"With a howl like that you should consider a career in lupine hunting." Mika smirked before turning away from the Tzimisce and going into the house.
The minute Carid heard Mika close the door behind her, she collapsed on her face.
"Why?" she moaned into the dirt. "Why me?" It was so horribly ironic. Get mad at Amy, throw a rock into the forest, and come inces from braining the one person you would have liked to make a half-decent impression on. Lovely. Just wonderful. She had half a mind to just lie there and let the sun fricasse her.
The sound of hoofbeats induced her to look up. She saw Sharma's horse coming up the road, carrying its owner and a Nosferatu who looked like he was holding on for dear unlife.
"Hi." She said as soon as they were in earshot.
"Are you alright, Carid?" Seldes asked, jumping off the horse.
"Yeah. Great. Wonderful. Never been better."
"Ookay, I won't ask."
"Thank you."
"Are the others still up?" Seldes asked, wisely changing the subject.
"I think everyone's going in about now...." Carid told him, picking herself up. "Why? Have we devised a way to kill the troublesome humans?"
"Yes." Sharma joined the conversation.
"We need to make our report and tell you our....well, Sharma's idea." Seldes said. "We may be able to take Geneva back within the week if we work fast."
"A fight? Please? Please say this plan involves a fight?" Carid pleaded.
"Of course." Sharma aswered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"YES!" the Tzimisce crowed in triumph. "Finally!" she grabbed Seldes' arm and began dragging him towards the house. "Come on, come on, let's find everyone!"
the house in the alps
"GET OUUUUUUUT!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Carleigh's head jerked up in surprise just in time to see Carid come stumbling backwards across the hall and almost down the stairs. The Tzimisce grabbed onto the banister to steady herself and stared in the direction she had come with an expression of shock and anger even as the sound of a slamming door could be heard throughout the whole house.
The Ventrue gazed up with a smirk. "So, she finally kicked you out, did she?"
Carid's neck snapped to the left to look straight at Carleigh with murder in her eyes. The Ventrue's smirk just grew larger as she sauntered into the sitting room.
Carid snarled, utterly enraged. The fact that the Tremere was infuriating was nothing. The fact that she had managed to throw her out.......Now that was just beyond all endurance. Carid threw herself off the banister and stormed back in the direction of her room.
"POLGARAN!!!!!!!!!!" she howled, grabbing the doorknob with every intention of ripping the whole wall down. But a sudden shock to her hand made her recoil. How dare she?! Put up some absurd magic around the door...! Carid braved a second shock and kicked the door with all her might before turning and storming downstairs and out the front door.
Once outside, she picked up a large rock and hurled it into the trees with all the strength of her fury, letting out a roar equal to that of a lupine. So enraged was she that she almost didn't notice the fact that the rock made no crash upon hitting the ground. However, the fact dawned on her when the next noise she heard was not the sound of a rock falling, but the sound of someone coming out of the bushes.
Michaela Greywaould emerged from the underbrush, tossing the rock Carid had hurled up and down in her hand. "Bad night, Dvorak?" she asked calmly, before tossing the rock back to the Tzimisce.
Carid barely caught it, more than a little flustered. "I, um, I didn't hit you, did I?" she asked nervously, her rage at Amy suddenly the furthest thing from her mind.
"No." the Gangrel said simply.
"Sorry...."
"With a howl like that you should consider a career in lupine hunting." Mika smirked before turning away from the Tzimisce and going into the house.
The minute Carid heard Mika close the door behind her, she collapsed on her face.
"Why?" she moaned into the dirt. "Why me?" It was so horribly ironic. Get mad at Amy, throw a rock into the forest, and come inces from braining the one person you would have liked to make a half-decent impression on. Lovely. Just wonderful. She had half a mind to just lie there and let the sun fricasse her.
The sound of hoofbeats induced her to look up. She saw Sharma's horse coming up the road, carrying its owner and a Nosferatu who looked like he was holding on for dear unlife.
"Hi." She said as soon as they were in earshot.
"Are you alright, Carid?" Seldes asked, jumping off the horse.
"Yeah. Great. Wonderful. Never been better."
"Ookay, I won't ask."
"Thank you."
"Are the others still up?" Seldes asked, wisely changing the subject.
"I think everyone's going in about now...." Carid told him, picking herself up. "Why? Have we devised a way to kill the troublesome humans?"
"Yes." Sharma joined the conversation.
"We need to make our report and tell you our....well, Sharma's idea." Seldes said. "We may be able to take Geneva back within the week if we work fast."
"A fight? Please? Please say this plan involves a fight?" Carid pleaded.
"Of course." Sharma aswered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"YES!" the Tzimisce crowed in triumph. "Finally!" she grabbed Seldes' arm and began dragging him towards the house. "Come on, come on, let's find everyone!"