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Showing posts with label Animals. Show all posts

Maybe she's Made-belline?

Following up from the gunfire cliffhanger, Val went to check what's going on and who's violating our territory. A lot of this, from Lottie and Frankie's perspective, was sitting around at Rusty's answering phone calls. Turns out the territory was being attacked from the south AND the north? What in tarnation?

Val hears someone with a raspy voice being suspicious. The guy that shot up the precinct the other night - Umberto Valenti - did a drive-by in the Family's Harlem territory to try to off Cola Schiro?

There was a howl - werewolf! - and then the steelworks in Gowanus (this name amuses us forriners) went BOOM. Fortunately Val didn't freak out from seeing a massive ball of fire, especially as he encountered a creepy-looking vampire on the rooftops ...

 

We should totally do this film

The aftermath of the shootout meant that Frankie was pretty beat up still, but on the plus side Marco (Val's ghoul) has a cousin that owns a pet shop so he provided us both with enough small animals to make sure we could heal up.

We started raiding assets from a list provided by Jeanine. Enemy assets, you might say. Our protection racket rates are much more agreeable than the ones the Irish were asking for, for instance, and we ended up talking to a Ukrainian guy that was in charge of a distillery that provided pretty good (strong) vodka. Well, they can provide pretty good (strong) vodka for us now. Also, for all his talk of his wife or girlfriend or whatever, the Ukrainian also has someone on the side. Jeanine told us so, because he was the guy in the couple she and Frankie had snacked on in a previous session. This is not at all suspicious.

At the end of it all, some creative door-smashing and dramatic entrances later, and it was time to go to bed again, there was a pearl-handled knife stuck into Frankie's bed frame at Val's, courtesy of Jeanine. Whom he had earlier asked to please enough with the games already, they're growing tiresome. Is this ... like ... some kind of truce? Or is his sire basically just shit-stirring for teh lulz?