Salvatore Giordano: Ricky is taken, blindfolded, up some stairs, along some corridors, down some stairs, and finally is placed in a large, heavy wooden chair before his blindfold is removed.

Salvatore Giordano: He is, naturally, in a nice large dungeon. Stone walls, chains hanging from the walls, all the usual accoutrements.

Ricky Prince: He doesn't fight being carried, long as he got enough blood to stay in control. He blinks a little as his blindfold is removed, looking around.

Salvatore Giordano: Salvatore stands off to one side, glancing to Scarlet, then to Ricky once more. "There. This is quite civilised..."

Ricky Prince: ((Is he restrained in any way?))

Scarlet: *Follows on in, grumbling softly to herself, her face speaking of her rather dour mood*

Salvatore Giordano: ((He is still restrained by the zipties from the trunk))

Ricky Prince: He looks at Salvatore, grunting a little bit. Frustration is plain on his face, especially considering the fact that he just suffered a frenzy in the trunk...and that betraying little bitch of a packmate.

Salvatore Giordano: "I find myself growing weary of conversations with your pack," he says tiredly, waving a hand vaguely in the air. "You talk nonsense, you waste our time and resources... I am beginning to believe your Ductus is a Camarilla infiltrator."

Scarlet: *Snorts a little* And that pathetic worm Tiffany is not worthy to lick my boots *She mutters her head rolling to the side as she draws some cracks from her neck*

Ricky Prince: He grits his teeth a little, and nods. "Can't say I'm too big of a fan of my packmates right now, either."

Salvatore Giordano: "What is your name?" He regards Ricky with little more than disdain, clearly expecting him to be yet another dead end.

Ricky Prince: "Ricky Prince."

Scarlet: *Glances around, then stalks to a chair and flops down into it, her arms crossing over her chest as she pouts just a touch petulantly*

Salvatore Giordano: "Why do you exist, Ricky Prince?" He turns away momentarily, scrutinising a particular spot of mould on the wall.

Ricky Prince: "To serve the Sword of Caine and bring down the Camarilla, of course." He looks at Salvatore, as if the question is a foregone conclusion. "And, more specifically, to help us retake New York City. I was here when we owned it. I'd like to see it back."

Scarlet: *Barks out a laugh* And yet you surrounded yourself with those loser? Tsk tsk

Salvatore Giordano: "Interesting." He glances back to Ricky. "I do not believe you."

Ricky Prince: "What part don't you believe?" He's addressing Salvatore for the moment, not paying attention to Scarlet. Not out of disrespect...but Salvatore's obvioulsy the alpha.

Salvatore Giordano: "I do not believe your words." He faces Ricky fully, smiling coldly. "As my associate states, you pack with 'losers'. That is not the action of a man who exists to bring the Camarilla to an end."

Scarlet: *Frowns a touch as she looks down to her lap. Then with another sigh she hops up and starts for the door* Be back shortly *she murmurs*

Salvatore Giordano: He nods to Scarlet.

Ricky Prince: He chuckles a little. "Have you SEEN the others around? I hate to say it...but in the last year or so, Tomi was one of the better Sabbat, myself not included, who was around. 'less you think I should've packed with the useless psycho twins..." He sneers a little. "Things have been pretty damn slim pickin's around here lately."

Ricky Prince: "And yes, I realize how sad that is, too."

Salvatore Giordano: "The situation in this city is about to change." He leans in a little, regarding Ricky intently. "Are you flexible enough to change with it?"

Ricky Prince: He looks up and nods. "I've adapted before. And if the situation is about to change in this city, then it has to be for the better. I'm happy to change with it."

Scarlet: *From another room there's a sharp scream of agony, which cuts off just as quickly*

Salvatore Giordano: He nods curtly. "I expect loyalty from those who follow me, Mr. Prince. I will accept nothing less. Betray me once, hesitate once, fail to follow my command even once, and I will destroy you."

Ricky Prince: He nods. "Understood. Are you aware of my non-pack related duties that our lovely Bishop has put upon me?"

Salvatore Giordano: "Tell me."

Ricky Prince: "As part of the Treaty in the city, Delgado has committed four Sabbat to act as Security at the Concerto Club in the city. One o' them's me." A low growl ensues. "Making my life hell's been a hobby of his pretty much since I was Embraced."

Salvatore Giordano: "You have access to the working areas of the Concerto Club?" He lifts an eyebrow, intrigued now. "What intelligence have you gathered?"

Ricky Prince: "Thus far, not an exceptional amount. The Cam's Security is kept away from us at all times, to prevent any fighting...there's one Lick there, a Gangrel named Ita, that I'm working on. She's got no love for the Sabbat, but I've gotten her to see past that. She actually LIKES me now." A grin. "She's part of the Neutrals, and she's easy enough to play. Soon as I know I'm secure in her confidence, I expect the info to start a-flowin'."

Salvatore Giordano: "You don't have that long." He rises, dismissing Ricky's lack of intel as a non-resource.

Ricky Prince: He raises an eyebrow. "How long do we have? And what's in the works?"

Salvatore Giordano: "Dispose of your 'pack', Mr. Prince. Then we talk." He lifts a bone saw from a worksurface, then drifts over and uses it to nick the zipties, allowing Ricky to work his way out of them.

Scarlet: *Wanders back in slowly blinking owlishly as she moves, her face and upper chest covered in blood as she shakes her head slowly trying to clear it. Her left hand clutched a bloody mass of flesh, while her right holds a large pewter tankard some dark liquid slopping around inside it*

Ricky Prince: He nods, pulling his way out of the zipties. "Consider it done. This has been comin' a long time." He seems to relish the thought of getting rid of the dead weight.

Salvatore Giordano: He nods to Scarlet. "Would you care to show Mr. Prince to Tomi?"

Scarlet: *Smirks a touch as she nods gently, her eyes slightly glassy as she takes a hunk out of the bloody heart she's carrying* Of course my darling. *She slurs a touch* Ricky, please do come along! *She grins as she turns and leads back out once more towards the other room*

Ricky Prince: He nods to Salvatore, respectfully and with deference, before following along behind Scarlet.

Salvatore Giordano: He considers something, then picks up a jar, rattling it, watching the teeth roll around within, muttering something in Sicilian.

Scarlet: *Strides forth and into another room, where Tomi is chained to the wall, though possibly a distraction from that sight is the carcass of someone who appears to have been slaughtered like a hog, what little of his innards that remain scattered over the floor*

Salvatore Giordano: He nods in agreement with the teeth and sets the jar down once more, striding along after Ricky.

Ricky Prince: He looks at the mess, nose sniffing a bit at the smell of the blood, as if to see if it's anyone he knows, before looking to his Ductus. "I wanna do this right, I should take her to the Bishop and challenege for Monomancy..."

Salvatore Giordano: He sneers slightly. "I have no respect for Delgado."

Scarlet: *Smirks a little* I really don't think she'll be waking up quite long enough to be accepting challenges anytime soon *She murmurs, sauntering forward and licking the torpored girls cheek lightly* Not a chance

Ricky Prince: He frowns, considering the situation. "Anyone know what happened to her? I may not like Delgado one bit, but that don't mean I want his ass on me like flies on shit."

Salvatore Giordano: He narrows his eyes slightly.

Scarlet: *Blinks a little* I beat the little bitch down, it will teach her to cross me as she did before *She frowns slightly, then gives the girl a sharp backhand across the face* Evil girl *She murmurs*

Ricky Prince: He looks back at Salvatore, sniffing. "What are you askin' me to do? Am I carryin' her outa here, or am I leavin' alone?"

Salvatore Giordano: "If you wish to challenge her for Monomancy, you will have to wait for her to wake up. It could be quite some time, and I cannot be bothered to store her that long. Do as you see fit. I'll leave her out for the sun." He shrugs a little.

Scarlet: *Frowns a little, then places her mug down* Want teeth *she growls out before she hops forth and draws Tomi's lips open, reaching in and starting to pluck said items free*

Ricky Prince: He looks to Tomi, considering the situation. He doesn't seem to mind when Scarlet rips her teeth out.

Ricky Prince: 1,9,

Ricky Prince: With a shrug, he finally makes his decision, waiting for Scarlet to finish with the teeth.

Scarlet: *Grins as she gathers a handful of teeth, then wanders over to Sal and draps herself against his side gently* Present for you *She murmurs holding them out on a flat palm*

Salvatore Giordano: He smiles warmly, lightly picking the teeth from her palm. "How thoughtful, Scarlet. Thank you."

Scarlet: *Beams adoringly up at the Sicilian, then leans up and gives him a bloody peck on the cheek before she moves away again, finishing off her 'meal' before she starts picking over the body for any juicy bits she missed*

Ricky Prince: A glance back to the two, then he moves forward, claws emerging from his fingers. He smirks a little bit to the torpored Brujah, just a little regret in his eyes. "Well, bitch...was fun while it lasted. Though, honestly, not really."

Salvatore Giordano: He watches the hungry Prince decide on claws rather than teeth, and quirks an eyebrow.

Ricky Prince: ((Hmmm, maybe I should give an Instinct roll on that one...))

Ricky Prince: 9,5,

Ricky Prince: Hungry as he is, he doesn't seem intent on diablerizing the Brujah. His hand flicks up, ripping across Tomi's throat. He spins around, whipping the other hand around to slash where the last claws just hit, to separate head from shoulder.

Scarlet: *Snorts slightly as she stands up, then puts her free hand on her hip* Do you know I think I may be a touch intoxicated...

Ricky Prince: As Tomi falls and decays, he retracts the claws, turning to look back at Salvatore and Scarlet. "One down, one to go."

Scarlet: *Blinks quickly* Oh oh! bring me back some teeth!

Salvatore Giordano: "Feed from, intimidate, or otherwise unduly distress my men on your way out of here, and I shall be most displeased. And buy yourself a suit." He steps aside.

Ricky Prince: "Your men'll be fine. Don't look too good in a suit, but I'll let you be the judge of that." He bows his head to Salvatore, then nods to Scarlet before walking out of the room, intent on heading out. Time for some hunting in the city. And he's got a bitch to kill.

Salvatore Giordano: He idly lifts his hand to his cheek, wiping a little blood off, licking his fingertips thoughtfully.

Scarlet: *Blinks a little* DIdn't bow to me the little shit *She comments idly* I may borrow his knees... *She shrugs, then starts drinking noisily from her tankard*

Salvatore Giordano: "That's because I am Ductus, and he will obey me," he says calmly.

Scarlet: *Grunts softly* This I know, doesn't stop me wanting the odd occational bow now does it! *She sniffs haugtily*

Ricky Prince: And he's gone, heading out to hunt.

Salvatore Giordano: He smiles faintly, then offers her an elaborate bow, scattering teeth at her feet.