Connor stands up when he's freed. It's awkward for a bit, as he hadn't stood for 70 years, but he eventually got back to normal after a few moments. He stretched his body a bit to get his limbs moving again. Connor put himself in between Nilrem and the others as they walked to where Adelino was leading them. Olivia had expressed discomfort at being directly next to him and he was sure that she wasn't the only one. Connor was incredibly muscular, but he wouldn't feel truly strong until he had gotten some blood in him. 

"Let's get some sustenance in us before we all go crazy. And yes, it is good to be serving the Master with you all again."

Ryder, still half blind without any form of glasses, stretches as he is released from his bonds, his body aching in hunger and soreness. After a moment, he stands from his table slowly and carefully and follows what he assumes are the shapes of the others with a silent demeanor. The beast inside growls in demand as Ryder attempts to shush it, focusing on Gabriella's words with an agreeing nod. "It has been a while. I am pleased to see that our slumber has worked according to plan." 

Gabriella could feel the Abyss in her, she wanted to unleash it, use it on someone. He raised her hands and saw how filthy she was and it disgusted her. Filth. Yuck. I should be clean. Presentable. I am descendant of mortal rulers. Gabriella was pale, regal, aristocratic. Long black hair and bright blue eyes. Her hair was a mess, and even in such a state, it was blacker than the darkest night. Like the Abyss lived inside her. Her tattered clothes revealed an athletic body that was treated well, but definitely not as strong as Conner, who could lift massive objects over his head. No. Gabriella was a woman of deadly finesse. Of precision.  

"Es mejor que mi daga esté por aquí en alguna parte.." she mumbled to herself.

Being force fed was never fun, but Nilrem felt it calm him down....if only just enough to regain some focus and mental sanity. Taking some deep breathes, he follows the familiar faces out of the room. He wonders though, has he met them before? Or is this the future....it was hard to separate the past. present and future, more so when you could live it. Still, Nilrem played along, following everyone else as they headed into the following room. He licked his own lips savoring the drops of blood closing his eyes to make out the details of whom or what they came from, however, before he could ingest that information, he heard Gabriella's words and opened his eyes, watching her for a moment, before smirking and chuckling, "Your true blade isn't one of metal if I recall~" No longer in a frenzy, the faint mix of accents in his tone, and charming control of his tone, would make it hard to believe a mere minute ago he had been so frenzied. Even his disheveled look seemed to somehow play into the charm of his eyes, which, seemed to catch everything around them.

Nilrem breathed in through his newly awakened senses, tasting the air, feeling the sounds reverberate against his skin....feeling the moment. He then focused forward and slowly streched out his neck as they walked, allowing his bangs to swing around while he spoke in a curious tone, "If we have been awoken....then it is as foretold. And we must get to work....I wonder how close to the phrophecy things shall play out.....hehehe." He chuckled to himself, something deep within him, finding amusement from his own words.

CHAPTER ONE - A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT
SCENE TWO - A COMMON BANQUET

You are escorted by Adelino into an annex of what appears to be a warehouse basement. It's a larger rectangular space with a similar high ceiling and whitewashed breezeblock walls, with multiple doorways on each side.The doors lead to a shower room, toilets, and storage. In the center of the room are several plastic refuse sacks of used clothes and footwear that have been tipped onto the floor. Adelino gestures at the pile for you all to help yourselves to, in the meantime, get dressed into something adequate. A pair of familiar looking glasses are here too.

"As promised." he says, and unlocks one of the other unmarked doors and drags out a number of people.

- Two unconscious and unkempt older men, who smell quite bad.
- Two young women in smart-casual attire who are awake, and have been bound and gagged. They are absolutely terrified.
- Two young men wearing overalls, who are also awake, bound, and gagged. They look quite uneasy, and one of them has been crying profusely.

Knowing how hungry you all are, Adelino positions the mortals between him and you and slowly backs up towards one of the exits.

MECHANICS:
Feed. As a provocation for your Hunger, each character except Nilrem must make a Willpower test at DV3. (To make a Willpower test, roll as many dice as you have in Willpower.) Note that you cannot spend Willpower to reroll this result. Any of you who fail lapse into a Hunger frenzy, descend upon the nearest mortal victim (of my choosing), and drain enough blood to reduce your Hunger to 1. Unless you have a Blood Potency of 3 or higher, you will not kill your victim. Those of you who pass the Willpower test act upon your free will to either feed, choose whom you wish to feed on, or perform some other action, if you wish - the Beast, for this moment, does not control you.

(Those of you with Humanity 7 or higher may or may not have a problem with feeding on beaten mortal captives. Consider this as you role-play. Those with humanity 6 or less probably would not care less.)

If you do frenzy, you can spend a point of Willpower to regain control of yourself to consciously act in a more civilized manner. This, however, only delays the inevitable, as the Beast will eventually overpower you.

Ryder calmly grabs the glasses and the bag with an outfit, opting to shower before he dresses in the new attire. After a moment he slides the glasses on, relieved to be able to see again. However, maybe he shouldn't have. 

As Adelino drags out their meals, Ryder feels the beast howl inside. After a long ragged deep breath, it's like he could smell it, already taste their blood as it coursed through their systems. He was... so hungry... Anyone looking at him noticed he almost looked in pain as he closed his eyes, opening them again a moment later with a piercing red gaze. His ragged exhale showed off the fangs that had elongated in his mouth as his sights narrow on the closest to him, one of the ragged unconscious men on the floor. As much as he didn't want to, he was so hungry. The pain was excruciating. He wanted it to stop. 

Within seconds Ryder crosses the room, his sharp elongated fangs piercing as many main viens as he could to get the man's blood into him. Nothing was going to get between him and this meal. Nothing. The beast roared, thrashed, feasted as Ryder's fangs sank needingly deeper and the dark blood pooled around the open wounds he left, too uncaring to seal them as he drank as much blood as possible until the beast was quelled. Silenced. 

As his fangs slide out of the nearly drained man, Ryder's breathing is shaky, ragged and unsure as he regain control. His eyes return to their normal blue-green and his whole body tenses as they scan over the scene in front of him. He almost scrambles back in a panic along the floor, blood covering his mouth, jaw, and musty clothing. The whole scene left a terrible taste in his mouth as he gagged and cowered against the wall, heavy breathing racking his body. "Damn it."

(BESTIAL FAILURE 1 v 3 fail) 

Connor barely fends off the Beasts influence as he sees the people bound and gagged in front of him. He doesn't want to feed off of these people, but he knows that he was lucky to fend it off this time and that he might not be as lucky in the future. 

He grabs one of the unconscious old men and takes him away. He figures that he can at least have the decency of doing this where no one else will see him. "I'm so sorry that I have to do this to you." He sinks his teeth in to the man, feeding until his hunger has been reduced to a manageable level.

"Oh, so they remember his glasses, but don't remember that I hate feeding off live ones? What a ******* joke." Olivia scoffs under her breath as she approaches one of the terrified older women, her arms folded across her chest. Her agitation at this foolish mistake almost matched how terribly hungry she was, yet she felt as if she had no choice in the matter. It was either this or risk doing something worse while trying to get her hands on a few blood bags. With a roll of her eyes she descended upon the one on the RIGHT because that's IMPORTANT and sunk her fangs into her exposed neck, slowly but surely quenching the beast within her.

She could taste the woman's fear on her tongue, noted that she, for a fact, had hyperlipidemia and high cholesterol, and her blood type was O positive. ******* disgusting. They would force her to succumb to this and couldn't even get quality food. 

The black-haired vampire pulled away from the business woman, a grimace clear on her face as she got up and turned towards the showers. No comments or anything, but it would be easy to tell by her expression that she was less than pleased at the situation. 

"Stop your complaining." she said to Olivia, standing next to her at the time. "We are lucky to be in the position we are."

At the sight of mortals to feed on, Gabriella lost all control. She roared and tackled the other woman, on the LEFT, because it MATTERS, and bit into her neck like a rabid animal. She drained the mortal rapidly, causing her to pale visibly while Gabi grappled her tightly. The Beast finally subsided and caused the Abyss to stir inside her, her ground shadow elongating and writhing in delight. She threw the mortal to the ground like a conquered foe and stood there, her head back, feeling it course through her. After a moment, her face dripping with blood, she took some clothing

She turned to the others after they all fed, some of them violently. The Beast was ravenous tonight. Such was the affect of awaking from Torpor. she gestured to the clothes. "All of you, shower and get dressed. You all stink like shit. Let's go."

Connor felt bad about what he did, but the Beast went silent and his remorse was proof that his humanity remained with him. As he disrobed and got in the shower which gave everyone a chance to see his normal sized manhood, so :p, Cherri. he made a mental note to take Olivia to go rob a blood bank or something since she was picky.

"I'll complain all I want, you puta."

And i'll hate **** you.

After a while Ryder forces himself to his feet, silent and shaking slightly as he makes his way to the showers. Once there, he locks himself in his shower for a while, just letting the water wash away the blood slowly as he seems silent in thought. After a solid 10 minutes of standing there, he eventually stops trembling and washes the remaining blood and filth off his body in silence. 

Stepping out of the shower with a towel around his waist, his body is slightly muscular and fit while still maintaining a thin frame. He uses a smaller towel to dry and fluff his hair before getting dressed silently, sliding his glasses up his nose and studying himself in the mirror before eventually leaving the bathroom, throwing his old disgusting clothes into the garbage a little more aggressively than intended. He's certainly the last one out of the showers, and doesnt say anything to the others out of awkwardness. 

Nilrem watched the others feed, his own body tingling with the desire to feed, however, he was in control....for the moment at least. Once everyone had their fill, he slowly walked over to the crying man and wiped away on of his tears, closing his eyes, he breathed in the man's fear. His confusion. It was delicious. He smiled gently to the man, giving a facade of benevolence, he then let the hand that wiped the tear move off his face as he began speaking to those mortals still awake, "No you all, may believe this situation to be, injust. Cruel. Painful....and by all means...you are correct~ But fear not. For you are not being punished, you are being saved!~ These moments, are not meant to break you. No. They are meant to guide you. To lead you into a new dawn, where the light of the Sun may grace upon you, the power you all deserve. This darkness, this agony, is your crucible, and we....we are the hammers." He lifted the sobbing man's chin, exposing his neck as he kept speaking, "We will not break you. We will forge you into what you need to be, what we all need to be, for the coming days. For the days when all seems truly lost, and you are at heaven's gate and turned away by a false God....we, will provide you the salvation you reuquire~" 

With his last word rolling off his tongue, Nilrem's eyes, watched as their aura's flickered with the confusion of his words breaching their minds. He internally wondered which of these would join his church, and which would be cattle, to be slaughtered....the future was a funny thing~ That said, he quickly sank his teeth into the man's neck, taking what he needed from his body. Through the man's blood, he would learn everything about him. His name. What he was. Blood was the essence of life. And Nilrem's was an avid reader~

When he finished, licking the man's nape to close the wounds, he smiled warmly down at the mortals and gave a deep bow to them all, giving the parting words, "The future is coming to my children~ Now you find that you may rise and sail into the horizon....or sink and be drowned by the wake of those who do....Chose wisely~" He then headed for the showers.

Nilrem wasn't fazed by blood or dirt, he had seen more than his fair share. In fact, he loved blood. So much could be learned from it. So much could be done with it....He lets out a sigh as the water caresses his face and he runs a hand through his dirty blonde hair. His own body wasn't athletic by any means, kept in shape, sure, but no true physical power was in his body. His power lay in his mind, his face, his blood, his mouth....and his eyes. Stepping out of the showers, he stared at the foggy mirrors nearby. In the back of his mind, he noticed the ghosts that reached out through the reflections, the shadows that stabbed at his image, with practiced ease, he ignored them, chuckling eerily at them. He soon joined the others, donning an open vest with an embodied hood and sun on the back.

When Connor finishes up, he dries himself off, wraps a towel around his waist and checks out the clothes that were gathered. He examines the clothing and realizes that it's changed a lot since the 40s. Eventually he settles on some shoes, a pair of black pants, and a shirt that isn't too tight on him if he doesn't button it up. "Nilrem, you aren't helpin' them any by sayin' those words to 'em. You're just scarin' 'em more." He drawls.

Nilrem rolls his head to the side, giving Connor a chuckling smile. Rolling his eyes at the man, he straightens his neck out and pulls up his hood, ignoring his statement, "Connor....how have you been...it's been years~ Hehehe." He didn't like speaking while looking at other Kindred. Their own bodies were much more boring than normal ones....well, save for their blood~

"Well, I'm still confused as all hell, I would kinda like my old clothes back, and I wish that I woke up in a bed with a nice blood bag instead of strapped to the table like some patient in an asylum and feedin' off of some scared people. Scared blood is bad blood, that's as good for people as it is with animals. But all in all, I'd say I'm doing just as well as anyone else is." 

Gabriella showered in the dark. She always did. In fact, whenever she could, she was in the darkness. She felt good in it. Comfortable. She wrapped herself loosely in two towels: one around her waist, low, and another draped across her chest. She walked out shamelessly, her athletic form pale and tight. She had visible musculature, but was slender and lean. Her shadow, attached to her on the ground, had slight variations to reality as she moved. It was slightly unnerving, as if it had a mind of it's own. It was extremely subtle - like it was the same, but different.

She could hear Connor and Nilrem talking. "We're not getting our old things back. We left them behind years ago. And Nilrem, stop talking to your ******* food." she picked out some clothes, tossed her towels aside, turned around, and dressed as if she was in a girls locker room - not caring who was watching. Jeans, panties, socks, shoes, and a sweater. Something simple. She could get better clothes later. She found her dagger. She picked it up, it was still sharp. She ran her finger on the edge, and bled black, as if the Abyss was inside her. She licked her finger and it stopped.

She waited for everyone to get ready. 

Nilrem chuckled, not really caring for Gabriella's nude body, "Awww~ But I enjoy it~ Besides, all of our food have a story, you only need to listen...who knows Gabriella, you might learn something~" He gives her a toothy grin before laughing at himself.

Connor looks at Nilrem, as if to say that he should've just shut up like she said.