Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther is perched on the arm of his dingy couch, strumming on his electric with a harsh industrial beat. The door is open just a crack.

Claudius: A knock sounds on the door frame, soft and polite.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther blinks up to the door. He reaches into his couch to pull a switchblade, fingering it behind the guitar "Yeah?" He gruffs out.

Claudius: "Mr. Berg. May I enter?" The voice is soft-spoken yet clear, and calm.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: His brow lowers, cautiously eyeing the door with his rough hand firmly around the blade "Who is it?"

Claudius: "Claudius, Mr. Berg."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther's eyes widen slightly. He flips the knife closed and stuffs it back in the couch, standing up straight "Uhh.. yeah. Come in."

Claudius: The door pushes open, and in he enters, nodding politely to Gunther as he steps through the threshold. The man standing calmly in front of you carries the wisdom of ages in his eyes. Approximately 6 feet tall, and sitting a little on the light side at 165 pounds, his face has an serene, almost sanctified feel to it. His features would seem to suggest an Iberian (Spanish) descent, with dark brown hair that reaches midway down his neck in a braid, matching eyes, and a very light shade to his skin. He wears a simple outfit; a plain white button-down shirt, black slacks, and polished black shoes. As he looks you over, you feel his eyes travel over you, picking up every slight nuance.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther lowers his hard blue eyes to the floor, holding the guiter loosly in a single gruff hand "I ain't mean ta fuck anythin up, Mr. Claudius.. I'm sorry.."

Claudius: "Don't be silly, Mr. Berg." He smiles warmly to the ghoul. "You derailed nothing, and caused no serious problems." He folds his hands behind his back. "I'm sorry I have not been by to visit before now...business first, I am afraid, though I have heard glowing reports from certain of my contacts about you."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a tiny nod and moves over to the corner to put his guitar back in its case.. as gently as he can manage. "Yeah.. I hear they's some real shit goin down.. So Tyrone said good things bout me?"

Claudius: "He's been as complimentary as he ever is." A faint smile...is there a hint of apology in there? "Most of my information has come from another source." He cocks his head, looking to Gunther. "May I sit?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives a gruff not to the man, respectful. Gunther makes a tromp into the filthy kitchen and reaches into the fridge to grab a beer "Getcha anything?"

Claudius: "No, I'm quite fine, Mr. Berg, thank you." He moves to take a seat on the couch, waiting quietly for him to return.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther pops the cap off the longneck and walks over to take a seat on the opposite side of the couch. He peers sheepishly up at Claudius.. unsure of why he'd want to speak with him.

Claudius: He looks at Gunther, then down at the floor with a sigh...a sound perhaps odd for one as old as Claudius. "I have heard...some distrubing things of what occurred between your domitor--my childe--and yourself last night. I thought I might get your account of the events, if you did not mind."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks a bit confused at that "Disturbing things? Ain't nothing disturbing happen.."

Claudius: "Please, relate the events, from after you and my childe left Battery Park, to the best of your ability." His smile is almost fatherly, and warm.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther reaches up to give the back of his bald dome a good rub, trying to recall exactly what happened "Uhh.. we came back here. He told me that I fucked up.. Had a lot to learn bout handlin shit. He told me not to carry my knives an shit anymore.." Gunther looks a bit nervous about sharing all this.. even though it is claudius.. he's not sure tyrone would want him to say anything "He said I fucked up in lettin Ita know where I live.. He don want me chummin around her no more cause she's not a real vampire."

Claudius: He has trouble suppressing a light frown at that. "What do you think he meant by 'not a real vampire,' Gunther? Did he explain, exactly?"

: ((True....ture vamp. dumb ghoul.*shakes head*))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shakes his head "He ain't tell me nothin bout it.. Just said she wasn't a true vampire.. Jussa whore." Gunther seems a bit hesitant to say such things about Ita "I assumed it was cause she ain't Cam."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((intel of 1, baby!))

Claudius: He sighs. "No, Gunther. My childe meant that she is humane. Like myself. You see, my childe believes that a too much humanity is detrimental. That because Ita does not feed off people, and cares about the kine--and ghouls--that she is not a 'true vampire.' I find his logic quite confusing, personally."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a tiny nod, listening "So.. what kindsa disturbing things you hear went on?"

Claudius: "That, perchance, he taught you his lessons he wished to teach...physically." His gaze falls on Gunther, politely seeking confirmation.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a slight shrug. His face is still quite bruised from where Tyrone hit him.. "I deserved it." He gruffs out and takes a swig from the beer.

Claudius: He reaches out, slowly to hold his armm, to stop him from drinking. His eyes catch Gunther's. "No, Gunther. You most certainly did not. First of all, Miss McNairee is a sore point in issues betwen him and I. To bring you into it because he did not inform you of this situation is inappropriate. Further, to punish you for something you were unaware of is also inappropriate."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther blinks down to the carpet "He ain't mean nothin by it.."

Claudius: "He meant to punish you because he could not punish me," he quietly corrects.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks a bit confused at that "Why would he wanna punish you? You're his boss.."

Claudius: "Because, Gunther. He is angry at me. He has been for years." A sigh. "We are no longer close...our personal goals, those outside of those of the Camarilla, no longer coincide. He thinks me a fool for trying to maintain my humanity, and I think him unfortunate for degenerating into one who would treat a ghoul thus. Because he sees some of myself and my teachings in Ita--teachings he rejected--he hates her. For no other reason then she is humane."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods, peering sheepishly up at claudius.. attentive and silent.

Claudius: He frowns once more. "I am sorry that this has happened. I will remedy this situation. And no harm will come to you or Ita over this, I can promise you." The frown vnishes, as he gives the man another warm, fatherly smile.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He frowns a bit "What about Tyrone?"

Claudius: "As I said, Gunther...leave this up to me. I will remedy it."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shifts his gaze back down to the carpet with a worried look. He gives a tiny nod.

Claudius: "Do not be concerned. Everything will be fine." He reaches out and pats the man's shoulder in a comforting gesture.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther refrains from shrugging away from the man's touch.. amazingly enough. He gives another nod, not looking up at the man

Claudius: "Well, I have things to attend to, Gunther. Thank you for honoring me with your hospitality and your honesty. This will be resolved by the end of the night, I swear to you." He rises off the couch.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods "It was good meetin ya Mr. Claudius.." He stands, keeping his eyes on the dingy carpet.

Claudius: "You as well. Good evening, Gunther." He gives the man a slight bow, and then turns and leaves, shutting the door to the same level it was at when he approached.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a tiny sigh and plops back down on the filthy couch, taking a long swig from his beer.

TYRONE'S HAVEN

Claudius: He moves through the sewers with efficiency, dropping his Mask of 1000 Faces as he does so, heading for Tyrone's Haven. The calm look remains on his face as he comes up to it, opening the door rather then his usual knocking.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He sits behind a dingy desk studying a stack of papers with some interest. His mask of 100 faces also dropped. He looks up and stands when Claudius enters. Same shoulders slumped hunched in look to him. Head slightly bowed. Although more from his stance than in respect.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "What can I do for you." he has dropped the Prince niceities due to the walls having ears.

Claudius: "Tyrone." The man smiles, though there's something noticably absent from his demeanor...the gentleness, given even to his wayward childe. He moves to approach, hands folded behind his back. ((2 BP spent on the trip, btw...one to Strength, one to Dexterity))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Moves my post below yours))

Claudius: "How goes the information hunt for the Sabbat?" He stands over Tyrone, looking over the man's paperwork...old jobs die hard, after all.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "Goes," He slimps back in his chair. "Ghoul's info should help more tho." he says returning to the paperworks in absence to show Claudius what limited information has been gathered so far.

Claudius: "Excellent." He nods. "I understand there was an incident last night."

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: His eyes narrow, as he keeps his gaze directed to the paperwork. "All's fine, now."

Claudius: "What happened?"

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He shouldn't be supprised Claudius knows all, and he is just asking for his accounting."Woman snapping photo's." he turns to look at Claudius. "Things got messy." his eyes narrow. "I took care of things."

Claudius: "How?" He remains calm, questioning, in the way of a father questioning his son about a wild night out on a school night.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He shrugs "My ghold was egar to please. Girl ran he followed, others got involved. The cops got called. Made sure I ruined the film. Girlie didn't press charges againt my ghoul. Everyone walked away."

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: short direct and to the point.

Claudius: "And after that?"

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: his eyes remain narrowed "We walked off, finished what I had to say to my ghoul, and I came back. What's happened? That girlie pressin charges?" he swears that he kept the masquerade, so that couldn't be it.

Claudius: "And what did you have to say to your ghoul, my childe?"

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "Needs to keep his temper for one. Gave him the information to get started on this Sabbat thing. Reminded him on making sure he can tell who was a Vamp and who wasn't" a snear or a smile. "And made sure monthly duties were taken care of."

Claudius: "Ahh." His hands comne to rest on Tyrone's shoulders. "And then, the report I had received of manhandling of your ghoul was entirely erroneous, of course?"

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: If he could breath he would be holding it. He remains silent thinking of how....and anger burns through him. "What reports?"

Claudius: "I have all our...resources who are out in the open watched, Tyrone. Including Mr. Berg." ((Man+Subterfuge, spending WP))

Claudius: 10,7,4,5,3,8,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Mither fucking humane sonofabicth "Now why would ya do something like that when we should be using what we can on the Sabbies?"

Claudius: "Because if our intelligence resources that are already established in places die, my childe, then we are at a great loss." He fuels more blood into his body, strengthening his limps further. "And, unlike you, I consider ghouls to be significant individuals, and worth protecting."

Claudius: ((in otherwords, more blood to Strength))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Like he wants to go through the bother of a new ghoul. "~I~ ptotect my ghoul." he sounds insulted, although only mildly.

Claudius: "You beat your ghoul, my childe. Because you are angry about my situation with Ms. McNairee. And therefore, you abuse an individual weaker then you. It stops. NOW." Yes, the room just got re-mark-ably chilly, as all the warmth vanishes from his voice.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He remains silent. Angry he was going to kill a lose lipped ghoul of his. ((Specing BP to Celerity))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "Now why you feel that's the case?"

Claudius: ((All right. BACK.)) He looks down at Tyrone, even his glare calm. "Do we understand each other, my childe? And you will NOT bring any harm to Mr. Berg or Ms. McNairee over this. Or I will find out."

Claudius: "Did you not just hear me say that I have someone watching your ghoul, Tyrone?"

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "You have lost what it means to be a Vampire ~Sire~." the empasis on Sire holding the brint of his meaning.

Claudius: "No. YOU have lost what it means to be human. But perhaps it is you remembered...at least, a ghoul's standpoint." ((Init time? *G*))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Yes Init.*L*))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 5,

Claudius: 4,

Claudius: 9,7,10,2,1,3,7,2,9,3,10,

Claudius: ((WHoops. 11))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Okay so it goes...regular order since it is just the two of them....Tyrone then Chaludius.))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Tyrone is moving to slip away from Claudius. ((another BP to Celerity))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 2,3,8,8,8,

Claudius: Claudius goes for a shot to the face. ((Dex+Brawl, +2 diff for head shot, spending WP))

Claudius: 6,3,4,4,5,3,9,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: And thanks to Tyrone Quick movements Claudious swings at empty air, as Tyrone get's out of the way. Tyrones next two action, is two jabs to Claudius.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 3,4,5,7,7,8,

Claudius: ((Also Spending another BP to dex, and 1 to Celerity, this round))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 7,8,5,9,9,4,

Claudius: 6,3,4,2,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((So claudius take 6 bashing from the first hit))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((So 3 sorry forgot it's halved))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 3,8,4,9,8,1,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 9,7,6,6,6,

Claudius: 8,6,8,2,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((So take 2 more)) Tyrone get's two solid punches to Claudius. ((New Round)) Tyrone goes for a head shot to Claudius. ((BP to Celetiry))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 9,6,7,5,

Claudius: ((2 BP to Heal)) He goes to dodge.

Claudius: 4,6,2,9,8,9,5,6,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Celetiry actions))Another hit to claudius. although no heat shot.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 7,7,5,3,4,4,

Claudius: He's a-taking this one. He has his own head shot to deliver. ((WP))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 2,6,7,10,6,

Claudius: 5,2,7,4,

Claudius: 5,2,2,4,9,6,

Claudius: 7,7,6,3,5,6,5,

Claudius: 6,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 8,2,1,1,3,8,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Last Actions. then recap))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 6,6,2,8,7,2,

Claudius: 3,6,7,1,4,4,3,2,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 5,7,3,2,3,7,

Claudius: 6,2,8,4,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Reacp. Tyron goes to hit Claudius in the head, but Claudius the master dodges without effort. Bother Tyrone and Claudius hit each other and a loud THAWACK dounds from fists hitting flesh. Tyrone goes to Hit Claudius one last time and connects so well that Claudius starts to fall to the ground.

Claudius: ((2 Blood to Heal this next round))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((New round)) As Claudius falls to the ground Tyrone kicks Claydius. ((BP to velerity))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 9,4,7,2,8,

Claudius: He's rising up, ignoring the kick in order to deliver an uppercut to the jaw ((You guessed it, WP time))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 9,4,6,9,3,2,

Claudius: 9,6,8,6,

Claudius: 3,6,10,4,3,3,3,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 8,5,5,7,1,2,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Celerity actions for Tyrone)) uppercut to the jaw and another punch to the stomach.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 10,4,1,6,9,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 3,8,2,6,

Claudius: 2,6,9,7,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 2,3,7,7,6,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 3,6,9,5,4,6,

Claudius: 10,2,4,2,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: So recap. As tyrone kicks Claudius Claudius heals and gives Tyrone a nice uppercut to the jaw snapping the mans head back. Tyrone sencing his sire's weakness delives a nice uppercut to the jaw and a final pinch to Claudius' stomach with resounding flesh hitting flesh sounds. And claudius falls to the gound unconsious.

Claudius: ((Spending blood to Heal 2)) He lies there, seemingly unconscious on the ground. Wuss.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: So new round. Tyrone takes this opertunity to put distance between Claudius and himself across the room, and heal a BP of damage.

Claudius: Hmm. Smarter then he thought. He gets back up to his feet, looking to Tyrone with a dead stare.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "You so ritious in your Humanity created ~ME~" he hisses out from across the room.

Claudius: "Come, Tyrone. We've been needing to do this for some time." Those blood-filled eyes keep pace on Tyrone, ready.

Claudius: ((1 BP to Celerity, Putting 1 Blood in Dex))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((SO new round)) ((BP to celerity for next round)) He let's Claudius come to him. ((Holding action for this turn))

Claudius: And advance he does. From out of his robes, he draws a stake. He's trying to use it. ((WP))

Claudius: 4,4,8,8,8,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((He is going to dodge this))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((WP))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 7,8,9,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Recap. Claydious advances stake in hand to stake Tyrone. Tyrone in his lick sone of a bith ways as a boxer manages to dodge out of the way with ease. (New round))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Tyrone is trying to disarm Claudius.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 2,5,7,4,

Claudius: 2,6,6,4,6,4,

Claudius: Wakey wakey. Time to stakey.

Claudius: ((5th WP))

Claudius: 1,9,2,10,6,

Claudius: 4,2,7,2,6,8,6,5,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 2,9,8,9,6,9,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Tyrone is holding to dodge, cause damn that hurt.

Claudius: 5,2,8,9,10,

Claudius: ((Stake, no WP))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((WP))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 6,8,2,

Claudius: ONE MORE TIME!!

Claudius: 1,4,7,1,2,

Claudius: 4,3,9,6,8,9,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: And tyrone is dodging.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 4,3,2,

Claudius: 1,8,7,5,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Hold for the recap))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Tyrone tries to go do disarm Claudius but fails to do that and almost helps Claudius to stake him but Claudius misses the heart. Tyrone sencing he was in danger Nicely dodges out of the way of the next attempt Claudius takes to stake him. As Tyrone goes to dodge out of the way Claudius sencing that he has the upper hand misses and stabs himself in the leg. Both men fall to the gound from their injuries, unconsious.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((And the bell sounhds at the end of 6 rounds *DING DING DING* So far No Winner it's a TIE!))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((One rounds worth of healing for both parties. *S* and the next round begins.))

Claudius: ((Spending 2 Blood to Heal; Self-Control for Frenzy.))

Claudius: 5,3,8,9,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 3,2,1,7,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: And as both of the them get low on blood Claudius's Self Control remains, but Tyrones doesn't and he enters Frenzy. Geood news for Claudius no dodging.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Once consious the beast emergest from Tyrone and he lunges at Claudius. Trying to grapple him.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 5,9,8,8,9,4,

Claudius: Oh. Oh, dear. He's not bothering to dodge. He's holding that damn stake out, trying to penetrate the heart. ((WP!!))

Claudius: 4,2,4,6,8,

Claudius: 7,7,9,3,2,2,2,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 8,3,9,3,5,9,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: RECAP" Tyrone's beast manages to grapple Claudius fangs bared for the kiss to come but in doing so helps Claudius by staking himself. Tyrone falls to the gound Stake through the heart.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((*ring announcers voice* AAAAAAAAND the winner and Chanpion....................CLAUDIUS!!!!!*the croud goesa wild*))

: ((*cheers*))

Claudius: He lets Tyrone slump to the ground, leaving the stake in him. And he goes to eat, 'cause he REALLY needs to, before returning.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Thanks for the scene *S* hope everyone enjoyed watching.))

Claudius: By the time he comes back, a half-hour later, he's much more composed. He comes back with some rats. Yes, RATS. And he feeds them into Tyrone's mouth, giving him enough to heal, even if he can't heal while staked.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Opse not quite done yet *S*))

Claudius: The stake is pulled out JUST enough for a few of the wounds to heal, then shoved back in. He stands over Tyrone, looking down into his conscious childe's eyes, calm and composed again.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: The unmoving Childe starest blankly ahead.

Claudius: "Tyrone...I want you to listen to me, very closely. You have proved my point to us this night. While you may be the more martial of us, I am higher on our food chain, for a reason. For, when the Beast was at our throats, I held true, and you fell to ravening."

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Listens....like he has ANY other choice but to. Doesn't mean hje has to head the words. If only he COULD say something. but at this point it is moot.

Claudius: "Now. You will allow Gunther and Ita to continue to see other, as Gunther vastly needs a friend, and you are obviously NOT one to him. Further, no harm will come to either of them, physically, emotionally, mentally, or in any other way, shape, or form because of this. If it does, I will cast you from this city and claim your ghoul as my own, and you will be hunted on trumped-up charges that you know I can make." Yes, this is CLAUDIUS. The Golconda-seeking fool, the softy, the laughing-stock Prince of New York for his leniant ways. He stares dispassionately down into Tyrone's eyes as he says this, though his voice is calm as ever.

Claudius: "And further, you know I will do it." He rips the stake out, taking little effort to be gentle, but holds it directly over his heart. "Now. Say that you understand."

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Yeah and how the fuck is he supposed to answer him? Tyrone continues to stare straight ahead.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((*pushes that post to before Claudious' last one*))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Rage simmers beneath the surface at this firther degradation by his Sire. Jaw tightly locked it is like forcing a rock to bleed as the words comeout of his mouth. "I understand."

Claudius: He nods. "Good." He drops the stake onto Tyrone's chest, thoroughly unafraid of any attack, as he rises to his feet. "Now put that over your resting place, childe. As a reminder, every night you awaken, of what transpired here tonight. I shall be very upset if I find it ever not there." And with that, he turns and heads to leave Tyrone's haven.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Knowing Claudfius is as good in his word about everything he promisses or says. Tyrone doesn't doubt it. He remains motionless for to attack his sire would only shorten his unlife.

Claudius: He pauses as he hits the door, not bothering to look behind. "And inform Gunther of this. By phone. I don't think he needs to see you say it through clenched teeth."

Claudius: "Politeness is appreciated in regards to informing him, as well. Good evening, Tyrone. I imagine you have much to do." And he slips out.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Why oh why oh why did he ever come to New York? when the door closes her punches the ground with his fist. Not doing any damage as he is in a weakened condition. He moves to his feet. Food is fisrt on his list of things he must do.

Claudius: ((Aaaaand FTB there? *S*))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((FTB))