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capeandcowllogs2012-02-03 07:55 pm
liebe_krieg) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-02-03 07:55 pm
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Are you ready, Are you ready for this, Are you hanging on the edge of your seat
WHO: The Major and Black Mask
WHERE: The darker corners of the City Port
WHEN: Midnight
WARNINGS: The Major and Black Mask exist
SUMMARY: The Major has an arrangement with the False Face Society: they smuggle his vampires into the City, he hands them weapons. Tonight the bosses are overseeing the transaction personally.
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“Careful, now!” The Major called out. “He’s still sleeping at the moment. And those who are like him are always very upset when their rest is interrupted!”
The Major was standing atop a shipping container, white suit and glasses faintly glowing beneath bright moonlight. Black Mask’s associates moved around him swiftly and surely, getting the job done with a minimum of noise, light, and time. Smuggling things into the City’s Port had its risks.
Above, a long wooden box was swinging somewhat precariously as it dangled beneath a crane, in the midst of being hoisted out of a small Dolvanian freighter. The ship’s official manifest listed it as having a far more innocent cargo than what had actually been stuffed in hidden compartments and tight crawlspaces. Ten boxes, of a particular size and shape with very particular contents. Coffins.
The swinging of the coffin lessened somewhat as the masked man at the crane’s controls slowly lowered it towards the ground, to join the three other coffins awaiting loading into trucks. There would be ten in all once they were done. To start with, of course. This was only the beginning.
WHERE: The darker corners of the City Port
WHEN: Midnight
WARNINGS: The Major and Black Mask exist
SUMMARY: The Major has an arrangement with the False Face Society: they smuggle his vampires into the City, he hands them weapons. Tonight the bosses are overseeing the transaction personally.
FORMAT: Paragraph
“Careful, now!” The Major called out. “He’s still sleeping at the moment. And those who are like him are always very upset when their rest is interrupted!”
The Major was standing atop a shipping container, white suit and glasses faintly glowing beneath bright moonlight. Black Mask’s associates moved around him swiftly and surely, getting the job done with a minimum of noise, light, and time. Smuggling things into the City’s Port had its risks.
Above, a long wooden box was swinging somewhat precariously as it dangled beneath a crane, in the midst of being hoisted out of a small Dolvanian freighter. The ship’s official manifest listed it as having a far more innocent cargo than what had actually been stuffed in hidden compartments and tight crawlspaces. Ten boxes, of a particular size and shape with very particular contents. Coffins.
The swinging of the coffin lessened somewhat as the masked man at the crane’s controls slowly lowered it towards the ground, to join the three other coffins awaiting loading into trucks. There would be ten in all once they were done. To start with, of course. This was only the beginning.
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"If any of the cargo is awakened and, by some miracle, you manage to survive, I will personally see to it that you'll wish you'd taken your chances with what's in the box."
It was impossible to tell the men's expressions beneath their masks, but their increased caution spoke the truth. Roman smiled (or would have been had he lips) and directed his attention to the Major.
"They're such well-trained, lovely boys."
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