It takes Solomon some time to work his way through Downtown. The late hour and his obfuscate make it a simple, yet time consuming matter. Yet, full of fresh vitae, he feels invigorated. It has been a very long night, but his quarry will not escape him.

The Body Shop.

The Neon sign over the double doors glare down at Solomon. Abandon all hope ye who enter here, a small sign advises.

To Solomon this place will be a short stroll right into the deepest circles of hell. Sensory overload is dangerous to kindred, especially those who are delusional to begin with...

Pushing through the doors he will be assaulted by light and sound. The lights jump and spin, there is a half hour until last call so this place is in full swing.

Light and dark wage a war from spotlights and neon, bodies writhe and spin in every direction from scantily clad go-go's in scattered neon cages to the patrons all around the floor.

Scattered everywhere are various stations. Tatoo artists working diligently in the chaos, piercers shoving huge needles through flesh or adding guages and subdermal implants and scars.

On a small stage there is a suspension show, two men and a woman with blood running down their legs are hung from hooks out of the skin of their backs, flying a few feet in the air and acting out some kind of strange marionettes dance. Below them a woman dressed as a nurse with a bright red swastika armband dances in the drips of blood...

Everywhere Solomon looks he will find the Demons he seeks. No sooner does he cross the threshold when he begins to hear the shispers of the three... There are other malkavians here somewhere.

Everywhere he looks he will find neon eyes, white eyes, black eyes, they are all staring at him. His prey could be any of hundreds crammed into this club...

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For some Audio flavor i was really digging 'Whos your daddy' when writing this up.

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Solomon will not loose it. He has come so far. One cannot pursue demons into hell and then wage war on hell... Not alone. He wants so badly to cast aside his obfuscate and slay these foul creatures where they stand... but his prey is of a more personal note. They will not escape his grasp.

Solomon knows they are here. He can feel them scratching at the back of his skull. Three on one puts him at about even odds, if his calculations are correct... but he was never so good at arithmetic. Grandma use to say...

What!? No....

This hell is sinking in, releasing the locks and stones I have so carefully collected. I must overcome. I must continue the quest.  

[spend Willpower to ignore derangement.]  

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Solomon wills himself into control. The lights bright intensity dim somewhat. The sound becomes more bearable. He is still keenly aware that he is in Hell, but his nerves are steady.

He focuses his mind, reaching out into the gossamer strands of madness hanging all around.

2008-08-25 15:48:20 Solomon rolls 7 dice to Scanning (Diff 9) 7,10,8,10,3,5,9,6,1 (2 successes)

Solomons kin are strangely attracted to hell. He picks up on the familiar feeling of the Three... but there is more. There is three and three... Solomon becomes aware of eyes on him from all angles.

Six fellow malkavians watch him from behind the shifting faces in the club. Solomon is walking into a hell he will never leave.

Just as his revelation is hitting him a man dressed as a priest will knudge him and say: 'Get in or get out buddy, your blocking the door.'  

Solomon gets the hint and begins to back out. The time is not right. He must wait. He would be utterly destroyed, were he to strike now, and then where would he be. All his valiant work, for not. The little remaining innocence would be left to fend for itself... and it would not last long. No, now is the time for a tactical retreat.

Solomon quickly makes his exit, vanishing into the night.

[To be continued...]

[[occ: There! that 4 month scene is finally over. One less giant loose end in the timeline. huzah.]]