The Savage Night

Season 3 - Episode 1: The Hungry Streets (part 2)

Hiroshi knocked on the front door and Dominated his way inside when someone opened and peered through the sliding peephole. “Let me in.

Along the nearest wall there was a staircase leading up to an office with glass walls radiating harsh flourescent light, looming over the large, dimly-lit empty space beneath it.

Obey my commands when I give them. Follow and defend me if I’m attacked.

As he walked calmly up the stairs, he saw Victor, gagged and bound to a chair, surrounded by three more of Stingray’s men.

“I am Hiroshi Morishita. You have one of my men. Where is Stingray?”
“He ain’t here. Won’t be back for another hour.”
“Alright, then maybe we can talk?”

As he took another step towards them, into the office, one of the men got nervous and shot a pistol that Hiroshi hadn’t noticed him draw.

The bullet struck him square in the chest. Might’ve even been fatal, too… if he wasn’t already dead. Someone beat you to it, assholes!

Beside him, Hiroshi’s thrall broke free of his control, shaking his head to clear the fog from his mind. Hiroshi swung his katana at him in a sideways arc, but the man instinctively lept backwards to avoid it.

As the rest of them reached for their guns, Hiroshi sprung forward, diving for cover under the wooden table in the center of the room, twisting his body and landing prone on his back.

Suddenly, they all opened fire, shooting through the table and hitting Hiroshi again and again.


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Lemar and Ronnie were making their way to the location Yang had given them, with Ice Cube blaring from the speakers of Lemar’s black Lincoln Navigator.

…I can act like an animal ain’t nothin’ to it
gangsta rap made me do it
If I eat you like a cannibal ain’t nothin’ to it
gangsta rap made me do it…

Even Ronnie’s cell phone was vibrating. “Oh, shit!” He looked at the number on the display and turned down the volume.

“Officer Marks… (Pause)… What, now? Right now?… (Pause)… But I’m followin’ a lead on the, uh, Masterson case… (Pause)… Shit, a’ight… (Pause)… I SAID A’IGHT!… (Pause)… I’ll get there as soon as I can… (Pause)… Uh huh, okay, yeah. Peace.”

He turned to Lemar. “Well, shit, you gotta take me back to the diner right now. I need my ride.”
“The fuck, Ronnie, we doin’ this, or what?”
“I’m on duty, motherfucka, why’d you think I was tryin’ to reach you, you know… Fuckin’ earlier? Shit’s come up now. They want all hands on motherfuckin’ deck.”
“Fine. Another time, then.”
“Get the fuck outta here! Who knows where those guns be at later? C’mon, Dawg, this be it. Has to be done tonight!”
“Nigga, you askin’ me to take on the Russians by myself?”
“I know what’s going through that ugly ass head of yours right now, and I’m sorry, dawg, but I know yo’ ass can handle it. You don’t even need me— brother, I need this!”
“Gonna have to do better than that.”
“70/30… Don’t make me beg, Lemar. Don’t make a brother beg!”
“Fine, 70/30. And I keep one of whatever I recover. And you owe me big.”
“Deal. Now take a left on Stockton, it’ll get us there faster…”

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Season 3 - Episode 1: The Hungry Streets (part 1)

Hiroshi Morishita arrived at Haven nightclub around 10, handing the keys of his dark silver Maserati to an admiring valet standing by the curb as he made his way inside. Two members of his gang, Johnny Ogata and Ken, were already there, waiting for him at a private booth and surrounded by a handful of beautiful, but disposable, women. Hiroshi took a seat next to Ken and across from Johnny.

“Alright ladies, get lost for a while.” Ken told the women, who shrugged and sauntered off obediently. Now it was just the three of them.
“You have news about Victor?” Hiroshi asked in perfect English. Victor was another member of their gang, who hadn’t been heard from in almost a week.
“Well,” Johnny replied. “We’ve been asking around everywhere—”
Everywhere.” Ken added emphatically.
“— and we finally got someone to talk. Stingray’s got him, plans on ransoming him back to us.”
Stingray was a small-time gangster. Hiroshi could only wonder how he planned to kidnap one of the Akutagawa-kai clan of the Yakuza and live to tell the tale.
“Seems he has a death wish.” He told his men.
“I even know where they’ve got him,” Johnny added. “But we have to move quick, before he finds out he’s been sold out.”
Hiroshi nodded. “Alright then, let’s go get Victor.”

The three of them drove out to Stingray’s run-down waterfront property, which still had signs up showing that it had been a freight depot at one time.

“Wait here.” said Hiroshi, taking his katana from the trunk of the Maserati.
“But—”
He cut them off with a gesture of his hand. “But if you hear gunshots, come quickly.”

Hiroshi used Obfuscate to approach the building unnoticed – ready for a fight, but hoping it wouldn’t come to that.


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Meanwhile, Lemar Isaiah Jackson, a former cop who left the force after his Embrace with Internal Affairs all over his ass, was meeting his former partner, Ronnie Marks, in some greasy spoon diner in the SoMa district.

“Fuck Lemar,” Ronnie told him. “I be callin’ your motherfuckin’ ass all damn day!”
“I’m here now, ain’t I? What up, Ronnie?”
“I’m askin’ for your help, dawg. You see, I been workin’ some business on the side… you know how it is. Buyin’ these guns from a guy named Yang and flippin’ ‘em on the street, right? A brother’s gotta live, I don’t got to tell you none a that.”
Lemar tilted his head back and nodded. “Sure as shit can’t live on a cop’s salary.”
“Right? ‘Cept now Yang tells me he got jacked, doesn’t have those guns he was gonna deliver or the money I paid him.”
“Shit, Ron, you paid up front? You got to be smarter than that, dawg.”
“I know, I know. But look, I’m gonna get these guns back, and my bills. I want you to be my partner on this. Just like old times. 50/50 on the proceeds.”
“Who’s this motherfuckin’ Yang, anyways?”
“Shit, he’s a’ight, I guess. I mean, this bullshit not withstandin’. Been doin’ some business with him for a few weeks.”
“Give him a call, tell him we’s on our way.”

Lemar and Ronnie drove out to Yang’s place, a single story house that stank of mothballs and cigarettes. Something about the man rubbed Lemar the wrong way – and he didn’t try to hide it.

“I don’t trust this guy, Ronnie.”
“Look,” said Yang, nervously. “… Okay, I know who they are. But they work for Kozlov.”
Evgeni Kozlov was Russian mafia.
“I’m thinkin’ we start with his fingers.” growled Lemar.
“Keep talkin’, Yang.” said Ronnie. “My nigga here ain’t as patient as I am.”
“I’m not stupid,” Yang continued. “They spoke Russian. The Russians work for Kozlov. If you aren’t stupid, you’ll forget all about it.”
Lemar gestured to Ronnie. “Does this motherfucka here look like a professor?”
Yang gave them both a hard look. “Very well. I always put tracking microchips in my gun cases. If they’re still using them, I can tell you were they are.”
“That’s more fuckin’ like it, Jackie Chan.”
“Yang.”
“Whatever.”

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Intro to Season Three

In 2013, Hayden Walker, formerly an action film actor of minor celebrity, had been forced to stage his own death to protect the Masquerade, when an old TV series he had starred in was re-made into a major motion picture and renewed public interest in his private life. He relocated to London, where he quietly amassed a fortune while under the employ of the ubiquitous Blackford Industries.

And then Francois, his enigmatic Kindred “brother”, had been expelled from San Francisco, along with all other members of the Ordo Dracul, for violating the terms of their covenant’s probation. Still dealing with the death of his mortal son, Francois became obsessed with Dracula, and wandered Europe in the hope – his only remaining hope – of finding him.

Now, a decade after being exiled from the city, the two vampires make their return at the request of Maddox Albrecht, the former Sheriff, with a cryptic message of a potentially terrifying discovery. No details were provided. All would be explained when they get there, the message told them – and a warning that they could trust no one.

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Intro to Season Two

A year has passed since the events of what is known as the “Elysium of Ashes”, where Elias Haynes, the former vampire Prince of San Francisco, and a group of militant Carthian Reformers met their Final Deaths in an ill-fated uprising against the city’s Carthian leader. The balance of power has collapsed, and now, for the first time in nearly half a century, Arthur Sherrill is left without any significant opposition to contend with.

But all is not well: Although Sherrill’s grasp on power is firm, his reputation has suffered immeasurably, and while the Carthian Movement still rules the night through their sheer numbers, they remain deeply divided amongst themselves. The Primogen, under the control of the other covenants, know that their influence depends on internal pressure on the Prince, and work behind the scenes to widen the rifts.

In this new landscape, old scores will be settled, and faces once lost in the crowd will struggle to rise to the top. Who will be left standing when the dust clears?

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Intro to Season One

In San Francisco, the Carthians rule. Sort of.

It is one of the oldest Carthian-held cities, an early precedent that they could successfully govern while shaking up the status quo. The current Prince was elected to replace the previous one – unheard of at the time – and a constitution was put in place to limit his power. But that was over a hundred years ago, and the speed of progress has long since left San Francisco’s Carthians behind.

Tonight, Arthur Sherrill lords over the damned like any other Prince, for most of the Kindred who elected him are now lost to the passing of time, and yet still he remains in power. Many younger Carthians have a hard time finding the “freedom” they’re supposed to have – to them, there’s little difference between their current Prince and an Invictus one. The once Carthian-run Primogen, which alone has the authority to remove him, now belongs to members of the other vampire covenants who are as dependant on the Prince as he is on them. There is talk of revolt, of tearing it all down and starting over, but overthrowing one of their own would not only be a disaster for the Movement at large, it could cost them everything.

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