03-25-2017, 07:31 AM
It was after Harlan's first sojourn into the Astral Verse, the Omniverse's version of the realm of dreams and maya. Very similar to the one back in his home verse. Harlamd had made great strides in learning how to shape and bend the form of nothing, and in connecting with the realm itself, had managed to regain another of his Vampiric Disciplines. With it, he could feel the rest of his powers, just out of reach. Blocked between barriers of Omnilium, and Omnilium was power. So, in essence his goal was largely unchanged. Instead of draining low generation Kindred, he would be looking for Primes to drink and bend to his whims.
"So, Vic. What's the plan, my slickback man?" Audrey spoke from the couch beside him, her cigarette holder everburning. She was still in black and white, which was curious, but enticing. The movie star Toreador gestured at the smoothed out piece of paper lying on the table of Harlan's private lounge where the two were alone, sharing a bottle of Cima Corgo Tawny Port mixed with the blood of some young yuppie tourist from the upper tiers. She'd met with a handsome couple who had invited her back to their privately owned restaurant and enjoyed a fine meal. Or at least, that's what she'd seen. The illusion magic was getting easier to pull off, and more complex. Harlan had taken pride in how "delicious" the meal had been.
"I've got the lads out hitting the bricks for these lowlifes, dollface. Once we get a location, I'll head out and screw their heads on straight, don't you worry. Can't deal with the greenskins if we're leaking like a sieve." He puffed on his cigar and took another swig of port, just as there came a knock on the door and a voice from the hall. "Boss? We found one of 'em. Got the lads camped outside 'is hideout. Warehouse up on Morningside."
Harlan stood up and grinned, showing his fangs. "Enjoy the rest of the Port, Audrey. I've got some chips that need restacking."
"So, Vic. What's the plan, my slickback man?" Audrey spoke from the couch beside him, her cigarette holder everburning. She was still in black and white, which was curious, but enticing. The movie star Toreador gestured at the smoothed out piece of paper lying on the table of Harlan's private lounge where the two were alone, sharing a bottle of Cima Corgo Tawny Port mixed with the blood of some young yuppie tourist from the upper tiers. She'd met with a handsome couple who had invited her back to their privately owned restaurant and enjoyed a fine meal. Or at least, that's what she'd seen. The illusion magic was getting easier to pull off, and more complex. Harlan had taken pride in how "delicious" the meal had been.
"I've got the lads out hitting the bricks for these lowlifes, dollface. Once we get a location, I'll head out and screw their heads on straight, don't you worry. Can't deal with the greenskins if we're leaking like a sieve." He puffed on his cigar and took another swig of port, just as there came a knock on the door and a voice from the hall. "Boss? We found one of 'em. Got the lads camped outside 'is hideout. Warehouse up on Morningside."
Harlan stood up and grinned, showing his fangs. "Enjoy the rest of the Port, Audrey. I've got some chips that need restacking."
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”