Tyrone Allen Greysmith: It always turned into waterfalls when it rained in NY down here in the sewers. Not that Tyrone cared. He walks into his rooms, sliding off his jacket, and tossing it aside, headded for his desk.

Claudius: "Hello, Tyrone." The former Prince is suddenly there, sitting in Tyrone's chair, where he wasn't before. He's in his full, non obfuscated Mosferatu glory, and that simple set of robes he truly wears under his Mask of 1000 Faces.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Tyrone comes to a halt, eyes upon Claudius. "Hello Claudius." He is still weraring that hooded sweatshirt. "What can ~I~ do for you?" a hint of a smile maybe there is something that Tyrone can actually do for Claudius.

Claudius: "Enjoying the change in power, my Childe?" He rises from his chair, looming skeletally thin.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: His eyes narrow a bit. "Changes can be good."

Claudius: "I noticed you were not there at the meeting, and sent Gunther in your place..." He puts his hands behind his back, looking over Gunther's bed to where there should be a stake hanging.

Claudius: ((2 BP to Dexterity))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Yes there is a stake there, Looks like someone has used it as target practice, but it is there. He crosses his arms keeping his eyes on Claud the whole time. "And?"

Claudius: "And one would think a Primogen, particularly of the Nosferatu, would desire to appear where an Archon is about to be in their city. Did you have other business, that you could not attend and see what was about to occur?"

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "Who sayin' I wasn't there?" he raises an eyebrow. "Why did ya want me there?" a nasty grin on his face. "Ta show of yer childe before everyone? Or was it just so nice not to have ta parade yer slippage around the city?"

Claudius: "Tyrone..." He sighs. "Your hatred of me will be your undoing. You should have honestly gotten over me a long, long time ago. As I, perhaps, should have gotten over my disappointment in you."

Claudius: "Tyrone..." He sighs. "Your hatred of me will be your undoing. You should have honestly gotten over me a long, long time ago. As I, perhaps, should have gotten over my disappointment in you."

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "Well, being that i am a walking proof that even the greatest of men have their weaknesses." he snears. "Why get over that? That more older ya become, the weaker ya becaome."

Claudius: "Ahh, but that is where you are wrong, Claudius. You still think like a human. With us, the older you become, the more powerful you grow."

Claudius: ((Claudius=Tyrone))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He smerks. "Naw, the more ya grow closer ta those human's and sludge, the weaker ya become."

Claudius: "Perhaps you are right, Tyrone." He nods, slightly. "Perhaps getting too close to humanity is a weakness." He looks thoughtful...pensive, perhaps.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Now that takes Tyrone back a bit, hello all of his arguments flee. He nods his head. "Gald ya finally came to that deciosion." He heads for the desk and chair that Claudius vacated.

Claudius: ((1 Blood to Dex, 1 to Celerity)) And he turns, moving to attack, stake being retrieved from inside his robe. ((Init time!))

Claudius: d10: Initiative: 6,

Claudius: ((Init 15, due to +3 Dex at moment))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: d10: Init: 7,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((And 14, straight out))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He continues to head to his chair, hell Claudius was on the other side of the desk, he had just admitted to something, so Tyrone was off on his guard.

Claudius: He rushes up for his first action, straight to Tyrone, and then plunges the stake toward his chest.

Claudius: d10: Dex+Melee ((WP)): 2,2,7,6,7,8,5,2,3,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: d10: Dex+dodge: 6,7,4,4,2,

Claudius: Claudius attempts to stake Tyrone, but the Primogen manages to dodge at the last instant.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((BP to celerity))eyes grow wide and he barely dodges, and then moves to disarm his Sire.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: d10: Dex+Brawl: 3,8,5,2,5,

Claudius: ((1 BP to Celerity, 1 BP into Strength)) The expression on his face is very unlike Claudius...stone dead. He looks very much like an emotionless killer at the moment, and he brings the stake in again to drive it home. ((WP Again))

Claudius: d10: Dex+Melee: 5,6,1,3,6,3,4,4,2,

Claudius: And as he misses, and Tryone fails to successfully disarm Claudius, he tries once more.

Claudius: d10: Dex+Melee: 7,3,4,9,10,3,3,2,9,

Claudius: d10: Damage: 7,7,1,3,1,5,10,5,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: d10: soak: 10,6,2,3,

Claudius: The stake fails to penetrate Tyrone's chest. Claudius frowns, and tries again.

Claudius: d10: Dex+Melee: 8,7,2,7,7,9,3,10,6,

Claudius: d10: Damage: 2,7,8,8,2,1,5,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: d10: Soak: 7,8,7,7,

Claudius: Tyrone is proving why Claudius chose him, and the stake fails again.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: If he had the time to pound his chest like a goorilla he would take this opertunity to do so to show is strength. But no it is knock the sire out time. And he punches Claudius in the gut. ((BP to Celerity))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: d10: Dex+Brawl: 5,10,4,4,6,4,

Claudius: Claudius is single-minded in purpose, and he tries to drive the stake in once more. ((WP; BP to Celerity))

Claudius: d10: Dex+Melee: 2,5,10,2,4,2,2,6,3,

Claudius: d10: Damage: 2,10,1,5,8,7,8,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: d10: Soak: 4,10,9,3,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: d10: Damage: 5,3,6,7,7,

Claudius: d10: Soak: 4,3,10,9,5,

Claudius: First Actions: Claudius drives the stake in, but not enough to hit the heart (2 Lethal); Tyrone's punch drives home (4 Bashing, halved to 2)

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Tyrones growl of fury seems to fule his next blow once again to the gut

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: d10: Dax+Brawl: 4,2,1,1,6,2,

Claudius: He rips the stake out, eyes and expression stone-dead, and brings it down again.

Claudius: d10: Dex+Melee: 9,3,7,6,5,6,6,5,3,

Claudius: d10: Damage: 2,1,3,2,4,7,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: d10: Soak: 10,8,7,1,

Claudius: Second Action: Claudius again skims Tyrone's chest with the stake; Tyrone's punch swings wide.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: once again Tyrone goes to puch Claudius

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: d10: Dex+brawl: 8,6,9,3,3,3,

Claudius: He grabs hold of the damn thing with both hands, and drives it downward.

Claudius: d10: Dex+Melee: 10,8,7,3,5,4,9,3,8,

Claudius: d10: Damage: 6,6,3,6,7,6,6,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: d10: Soak: 7,2,7,8,

Claudius: And in the final action of the round, Claudius gets the stake in, sliding through heart muscle, and before the punch hits, Tyrone finds himself paralyzed and falling to the ground.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Frozen in mid punch he falls to the ground like a tinker toy, eyes open , the snear of rage still there.

Claudius: He looks down at Tyrone as he falls, expression calm, face emotionless. "I told you, Tyrone, that your hatred of me would be your undoing." He reaches into his robe and pulls out a wicked-looking blade, about a foot long, slightly curved. "And thus, I will be rectifying my mistake."

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Fear, he see's his unlife comming to an end, and nothing he can do, in his paralisys can help him except watch the blade of the sword.

Claudius: He drops to a kneel next to Tyrone and kisses the blade. "A partir de vida traviesa, le vuelvo a la muerte pacífica." There is a holy resonance in the words, reverant. He places the blade against Tyrone's neck, and then presses down.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: How does one struggle, when one cannot? How does one wish someone not to do something to them, when they cannot speak? They cannot, they lay there and take what is comming his way.

Claudius: The blade, while Tyrone's Fortified flash resists, eventually gives way, and the blade slowly, agonizingly slices through. Eventually, it hits the spinal cord, and severs through that. "Have peace, my Childe. May you forgive me for damning you, and further forgive me for granting you the salvation you would not seek on your own."

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: And as his head is severed from his body, the rage on his face, remains even in death, as his body quickly decays, moving through the process of death, till only the remains of a withered skeleton remains where once the Primogen's undead body was. The stake still sticking out of his chest, where his heart was, ribs cracked where it was shoved into his heart.

Claudius: d10: Conscience: 10,2,5,8,

Claudius: His actions are justified; he simply returned Tyrone to that which his Childe should have been. Unfortunate though it is, something he never wanted to do, it is necessary for the peace of the city; and further, he knows Tyrone has found peace. He removes the stake, returning it to whence it came, and goes to retrieve a container to put the bones in.

Claudius: He takes great care with the bones, incredibly gentle with them. The skull is placed in last, and he zips the bag up. Eventually, it will be buried someplace safe and consecrated; for now, it is merely hidden.

Claudius: He stands up, the bag placed in a hiding place in the floor, and looks around. With a moment's glance around, he closes his eyes and concentrates.

Claudius: ((WP on next roll))

Claudius: d10: Mask of Thous. Faces: 8,8,4,10,8,2,

Claudius: His appearance alters; he is a perfect representation of Tyrone. A look down at himself, and then he nods. "Time ta go git wid it." He nods...it sounds convincing. And he moves out.

Claudius: ((Faaaade))