Satisfied that Rodden was going to be able to report the Lupines return to someone, Jonathan, still crouched low, darted towards Mina's car. The passenger door was facing the three figures on the opposite building, so he moved around to the driver's side door. "Anyone you recognise?" he as...

"Get down!" Jonathan hissed to Mina and Rodden as he hit the ground and crawled on his belly to the relative safety of the concrete rail. As he turned to look at his fellow Carthians he was pleased to see they had followed suit, and that Rodden was dialling a number on his cell.

"Staying away might not be an option anymore. After I left Old Albert's, I noticed what looked like big dogs with glowing green eyes watching me from an abandoned factory on the way to Layson Street. Later on, while I was waiting for a cab and texting Mina, a bunch of thugs with glowing green e...

"Artificial intelligence? Fuck, that's a relief. For a moment I was worried some crazy creature was loose in the city. At least I know that networks are out-of-bounds from now on, as far as research into Identity Corp. goes anyway. "One last thing though. What do you know about dogs with g...

Just posted. Finally. *sigh*

You're definitely not what I expected. Then again, I guess the occult isn't all silly little girls with too much eye makeup. "Thanks for agreeing to meet me," Jonathan started. "I hope this doesn't end up being a waste of your time - I can't be sure that what happened wasn't entirely...

Sorry for being slack Lore - RL is chaos right now. I have a new computer though, so I should post later tonight.

Continued from Layson Street. "Well, whatever they were, they had glowing green eyes and they followed me all the way from Albert's to Blitzkrieg ." "Dogs on Layson Street?" Mina asked, puzzled. "No", replied Jonathan as he opened the car door. "People on Layson S...

"Big is right. Old Albert said that the attacker at the Opera House was definitely a kindred - he could tell - but that the shadow tentacles were demonstrations of some power, a discipline, that he had never seen before."

"And then there were the dogs."

"He surprised me tonight actually", Jonathan responded. "I thought he'd control his coterie with an iron fist, but he got put in his place twice. By someone different each time." He laughed maliciously as the car speed down the road. "It was the most fun I've had all week.&q...

Jonathan smirked. "Nah, just doing a little reconnaissance. I'm looking for a rich kid who's got bad grades, probably because he parties too much." "Ah. And Blitkrieg is the club to be seen in, regardless of your...interests. Did you have any luck?" Did I? I don't know. I know mo...

Green eyes. Fuck, I wish I knew what was going on in this shit hole!

Shaken, Jonathan quickly typed a reply into his cell.

On Layson Street at the taxi stand just down from Blitzkrieg. Hurry. I think I may have been followed from Albert's by werewolves.

While he waited for a taxi, Jonathan pulled out his cell and started typing a text message. Something very strange just happened. Something that I don't think can be explained by any of the Movement's tech-buffs. Do you know of any Carthians with an interest in the mystical? As his fingers danced ac...

"Thanks man. I'll make sure to check it out." Jonathan turned towards the door. "I'll see you soon", he called over his shoulder as he disappeared into the club. Out on the street, Jonathan made his way towards the taxi stand, dodging through a maze of prostitutes, pimps, and dru...

"Sorry babe, but no can do" Johnny laughed. "If I'm not home in time, my car turns into a pumpkin." "So it was all just a game then?" Eric sighed, looking despondent. Jonathan leaned over the desk, grabbed the front of Eric's shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. "Of...

I always though he was a bit vampiric - a bit too interested in ladies with long black hair, pale necks, and white night-dresses.

"Owe you? I've already given you more than I can afford. You just don't know it yet." Jonathan sat on the edge of the desk and drummed his fingers on the dark wood. "But if you must know, James Bachman's father is the CEO of a company that is of interest to some friends of mine. A ver...