This neighborhood has been a small warzone for the last few months. As the haitian gang set up shop they ruthlessly took over the area.

Any rivals gangs were mercillessly hunted. Every night there was shootings, retailiations, drug deals gone bad. The police couldnt even keep up. Immigrants moved through like ghosts, pouring a few hundred rounds into a rival gang hideout and skipping town.

The area has been meticulously cleansed. The Haitian gangs are in control. Its members consolidated. They identify eachother with the serpents on their left hands and whats left of the old gangs has left the area...

*A mercedes drives up to a group of three gangsters. A window goes down.*

"Good evening gentlemen, would you like to earn some money?"

This neightborhood is about hte dumbest place to approach a group of gangster looking youth in a Mercedes. This neighborhood is controlled by one gang, by one leader. Anyone moving in on that turf, against those orders. Well they might as well be wearing a target. The three Haitian gangsters just smile wide with white teeth.

'Yes, yes we would. Get out of the car.'

And whats this? yes, all three have Mac-10's. Not the knockoff 9mm versions either, these are military grade, packing .45 caliber slugs and fully automatic fire...

"Listen (command at the biggest, baddest guy. 8 dice against the diffeculty of his will power which i assume is 3. 2008-08-12 17:53:50 Willem Uys  rolls 8 dice to to command a thug (Diff 3) 5,5,6,3,1, 8,3,6 (6 successes))peacefully before we  are making a mistake here. I only want to hire you guys for a small side job."

"It will earn you a 1000 dollar. Much more then you could get if you rob me now. Also i would like to point out my driver and his co driver have allready got loaded heavy caliber guns pointed at you. And will shot you long before you can even raise those guns."

*He points to the blinded windows at the front.*

"Can`t we discuss this peacefully?"

It's called a changeover. The movie goes on, and nobody in the audience has any idea...
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The biggest baddest guy of the group is very obviously not the brains of the operation. He begins to look hostile at the challenge this punk ass little white boy has just issued, on his turf.

The little guy however, he has other plans. He spits something rather harsh sounding in Kreole towards the other two before either of them can make a move and both of them hold their ground. Turning to face them, he says "The fuk it gonna 'urt mon? De Boss man, E ain' neva gon fin out bout dis."

He turns back to face Uys, smiling a most ingratiating smile "Ay mon, I be 'avin kids ta feed. We be 'earin you out. What you proposin we do den?"

"First of all, I don`t care about this neighbourhood. Your gang seems to do a fine job holding it. I`m just interested in hiring some muscle."

"You see I have had some bussiness trouble with som italians. And I need to do a bit of revenge. Wihtout leaving any traces to you understand. So I want to have some arson done. You interested?"

"Das rite mon, dis be owah neebohood. Fiyah we can do, likity-split, but we be needin somtin too..."

He turns to look at the other two brutes for a moment, barking something in Kreole once more and returns his gaze to Uys. "You don need bot one a us to be makin fiyah, and de less of us gone from ouwah posts, de less chance dere be dat ouwah Boss-man be findin out we not ere."

"We do dis for you, likity-split, but we ain goin down for it wit da Boss-man. You undastand? You give me a ride, to as close as you can get me to whereevah you be wantin da fiyah. Den you come back ere an you pay my lahge frend da cash-money wen it all said-an-done. We know you good for it."

"What you tin bout dat, mistah money-man?"

"Well at this time the property i have in mind is very busy but i can give you a ride past the building, so you can have a short recon while we drive past and then i drop you off here and you can decide  how you want to do this job. I will also drive along a bank and get the first installment of the money. Half now, half when the job is done. Deal?"

"Dat sound mos agreeabal too me mon. I even make an act of da good faiyt an I be leevin my heetah ere."

He takes the mac-10 off very slowly showing his hands at all times and hands it to the third thug. He opens the ratty suit jacket he wears over some sort of sports-jersy that is easily three sizes too big for him, showing that he is otherwise unarmed and moves to slide into the back seat where Uys can fill him in on the details.

To his own companions, he says, "I be seein you laytah. Maybee I even buy you some drinks if you can keep dis from da Boss-man."

*The haitian sees the driver put away a shotgun and drive off towards downtown.*

"Well, the job is very simple. The target is a restaurant and if you do it after dawn, you should be in and out very easy. The arson part is most important, and should be simple, throw or shoot the front window and throw some molotov cocktails in there and drive. If somebody should come and offer resistance I won`t be mournfull if you fire some bullets."

(what is your willpower? I need it for some diffeculties scores.)

"A eetin place is it den? Dat ought to make tings much easiah mon. Dey be aavin a big bin out back for da greese. You undastand? Dat shit be burnin like wild-fiyah, likity-split."

"I don be aavin no problem wit peelin caps mon. but I be leevin my gun wit my boys. I got no heetah mon."

*After a while they drive past Puttanesca.*

"Look here it is. I want this place burnt to the ground. Most staff should off after dawn. Now there is another thing...."

*Willem looks the Haitan in the Eye and forces his mind to take over the other person.*

"Look man, those other 2 guys are going to betray you. They are going to warn the boss and steal your hard earned cash. But you`re smarter then that. You are going to have a small party, and make those 2 drunk and high. You are going to stay sober, you need your brains. And when it becomes dawn and those 2 stagger back, you are going to shoot them. They won`t stand a chance if you do it from behind. After that do the mission and don`t get caught."

2008-08-13 20:07:19 Willem Uys rolls 7 dice to memesrize (Diff 4) 2,7,1,9,9, 5,4 (4 successes)

*The car drives back to D- block.*

*Willem pushes his mind even harder to get to the mememories of this person.*

"After you get out of the car and you don`t see my car anymore. You will no longer remember me or my car or any person in this car. You will not have forgotten the suggestion. Instead the guy who gave this mission was Italian. No hair, and had a nice italian suit with large golden buttons on his sleeves. He was big and all muscle. He seemed to be pissed off at his boss. Who he said controled this restaurant. The car was really gaugy, some sort of sporty italian model. You know a red one."

2008-08-13 20:32:31 Willem Uys rolls 7 dice to do forgetfull mind (Diff 4) 6,5,5,9,1, 5,7 (5 successes)

*Willem pulls back, and staggers slightly of the sheer mindpower this required. Then he reaches down and pulls 500 bucks out of a briefcase.*

"Here is your money, the first installment. I hope we have come to an understanding?"

The tiny, fragile mind of this poor mortal was not prepared for such an onslaught, he sits there swaying a bit for a long moment after the skull-fucking he just received, unable to close his mouth.

Just as he is about to drool on Willem's seats, he snaps out of it and looks at the stack of bills.

"...Undastandin... Yes, Mistah Money-man, we be undastandin each-oddah perfectly."

Clasping the bills in one hand, he pats the man on the shoulder with the other, grinning like a kid in a candy store at the wad of cash.

(2008-08-13 19:08:53 Thug rolls 6 dice to Dex+SleightofHand (Diff 8, used willpower) 1,8,9,8,5, 10 (4 successes)

Luckily for the Haitian, the Domination will not kick in until Uys is long gone, and it is unlikely that the Ventrue will ever discover what was taken from him, or in fact, that anything was taken at all.

As the Haitian exits the vehicle, he says "I be seein you tomorrow nite den mistah-money-man, so dat you can be givin me de oddah haff of my fee."

Though, as soon as the car drives away, he will forget that there is a debt to be paid by this man at all.

*After the car drives off."

"Johan,naar huis. Het is tijd voor een glaasje bloed. Als we thuis komen, breng me die lijst met vazal kandidaten. Die gaan we morgen een bezoekje brengen. O en verdubbel de beveiling, en zorg dat de brand beveiling goed werkt. Tijd voor oorlog."

(translation can be given to interessed parties.)  

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As the wiry little Haitian steps from the car, the other two approach him, there is a somewhat heated exchange between him and the big-fellow in Kreole before something is passed from hand to hand and the little guy has his mac-10 returned to him.

*["What the fuck is wrong with you?"] the big man almost yells at the little one, *["This ain't how we do shit, you should've waxed that cracker. Now you're going to let him just drive away? After what he did? Here?"] the smaller man just grins as he looks back to the car pulling away and presses something into the big guy's hand. *["For the Boss-man."] is all he says. The big one looks into his hand curiously as the third looks on, his anger fades quickly and turns to a smile, then to uproarious laughter. Soon all three are laughing loudly and the little guy is returned his gun.


Once the car is out of sight, the brainwashing kicks in. "I tin we be needin to 'ave ouwah selves a celebration mah freinds." the little man says to the other two "It be on me, we gon 'it some blunts, drink some rum an get some fee-males. What you tink bout dat mon?"


{{*Spoken in Kreole}}

(Now the question is: does the big guy gets shot first or does he hands in what ever you stole.)

That question will soon be answered. Litigated, of course, by the dice-roller.

I just needed to eat....

Though quite powerfully delivered, the Domination was hasty, perhaps even sloppy. It is always risky to make assumptions when toying with people's minds, but with the stark disparity between the respective cultures of Willem and the Haitians, it can be downright fatal.

There are many, many rules within the myriad incarnations of the Mafia. One rule that most of them have in common has to do with drugs: If you sell, you don't use.

(2008-08-16 14:20:57 Haitian 1 rolls 5 dice to Manip+Subterfuge 2,5,6,3,2 (1 success)[Henceforth designated as 'Agwe']

(2008-08-16 14:21:13 Haitian 2 rolls 4 dice to [Perc]+Subterfuge 8,5,10,5 (2 successes)[Henceforth designated as 'Azacca']

(2008-08-16 14:22:01 Haitian 3 rolls 2 dice to Perc+Subterfuge 4,7 (1 success)[Henceforth designated as 'Hennrick']

Agwe, the smallest of the three and leader of the group has made the suggestion to get his buddies drunk and high, something that all three of them know is against the rules. Hennrick, the big, dumb brute of the three, does not seem to pick up on this, but Azacca, the man of average stature who has yet to say a word finally speaks up.

"De fuck wrong wit you mon? What you mean we gon 'ave a celebration? You be in dat rich-man car for fifteen minutes an you gon come back actin like some stupid white-boy. You know de Boss-Man policy, we don be doin de poisons we push."

Cornered and having his judgment called into question, Agwe can only stretch the subconscious suggestion so far, so he resorts to lies. He will play it off and attempt to take them by surprise some other way.

(2008-08-16 14:37:10 Agwe rolls 5 dice to Manip+Subterfuge 1,3,8,1,1 (failure)

"Mon I was jus fuckin wit you." he says nervously "I jus meant we should be 'avin some down-taim... you know, cause we dun a good job mon."

Azacca and Hennrick look to each-other, completely unconvinced by Agwe's bullshit. They know the boss would flay them if they were caught loafing, they also know that he sees everything. They both look back to Agwe knowingly. Neither is certain how or why, but both get the distinct impression that something is wrong with him.

2008-08-16 14:46:28 Agwe rolls 5 dice to Perc+Subterfuge 9,6,6,1,2 (2 successes)

Agwe senses what is coming, the two move to grab him, he goes for his weapon.

2008-08-16 14:48:23 Agwe rolls 1 die for Initiative 4 (initiative roll)+6=10

2008-08-16 14:48:49 Azacca rolls 1 die for Initiative 1 (initiative roll)+6=7

2008-08-16 14:49:08 Hennrick rolls 1 die for Initiative 4 (initiative roll)+5=9

Agwe just barely beats out Hennrick, with Azacca coming in way behind.

2008-08-16 14:52:25 Agwe rolls 5 dice to Dex+Firearms 1,5,8,4,1 (failure)

Agwe, in his haste to avoid the huge thug that almost got the drop on him sends out a wild spray of .45 caliber bullets that hit nothing.

2008-08-16 15:10:07 Hennrick rolls 6 dice to Dex+Brawl 6,4,7,4,9, 7 (4 successes)

Hennrick, who had been about to grab the little guy when several bullets whizzed past his head, obviously takes offense, sending a meaty forearm into Agwe's face.

2008-08-16 15:10:42 Hennrick rolls 7 dice to Damage 4,7,7,5,4, 3,3 (2 successes)

2008-08-16 15:14:34 Agwe rolls 2 dice to Soak 9,5 (1 success)

It was a glancing blow to begin with, but Agwe manages to roll with the impact. [Bruised]

2008-08-16 15:19:14 Azacca rolls 3 dice to Dex+Brawl(Disarm) (Diff 7) 10,3,1 (failure)

Azzaca moves in, trying to wrest the gun from Agwe, fumbles his grip and comes away with nothing.

Round 2.... FIGHT!
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2008-08-16 15:35:15 Agwe rolls 5 dice to Dex+Firearms 2,1,5,8,4 (failure)

Agwe rights his weapon and takes another shot at the most immetiate threat, Hennrick. Again, his shot goes wide, missing the big man completely.

Hennrick becomes angrier, and less concerned about not hurting his friend than not getting killed, using his own gun as a grude club, he lashes out at Agwe again.

2008-08-16 15:40:23 Hennrick rolls 6 dice to Dex+Melee  5,1,10,6,4, 10 (2 successes)

2008-08-16 15:43:06 Hennrick rolls 8 dice to Damage 6,9,3,4,9, 9,1,9 (4 successes)

2008-08-16 15:47:59 Agwe rolls 2 dice to Soak,+1 Diff, Mult.Oppon. (Diff 7) 6,6 (failure)

Shoving the barrel of the mac-10 into his friend's sternum, he connects solidly, cracking his ribs and doubling him over in pain. [Mauled, -2, Dazed]

2008-08-16 15:52:58 Azacca rolls 5 dice to Dex+Melee 10,8,8,6,8 (5 successes)

2008-08-16 15:54:16 Azacca rolls 8 dice to Damage 3,5,10,10,3, 3,10,8 (4 successes)[Damage is Lethal-

Azacca follows suit, bringing the butt of his SMG down on the back of Agwe's skull, much, much harder than he wanted to and killing Agwe instantly. As his body falls lifelessly to the pavement, thick blood oozing out into a pool and the concave section of skull leaving no doubt as to whether or not he will be getting back up, the full weight of the deed settles heavily upon Azacca's soul.

2008-08-16 16:10:41 Azacca rolls 3 dice to Conscience 8,4,1 (failure)[Now Humanity 5]

This was his friend, they ran up and down the streets of Haiti together as mischievous boys, and later came to run them under the Boss' guidance. Now he's dead, at Azacca's hands, and for what? Some fucking money they didn't even need? The Boss paid them far more than the paltry sum offered by that petty white-boy. Something was wrong here.

Looking to Hennrick, who is still staring slack-jawed at the lifeless lump that used to be his boy, he says "Call de Boss-Man... E need to be earin aboot dis one mon."