Grim Hand, a fellowship of warriors

Searching the city for kindred for the Movement wasn't going to plan, he had not spotted any others beyond those he had met a few nights ago. Either everyone had ghouls to feed apon or they were hinding somewhere. A few dyas of searching and he stumbled apon a announcement to form a coterie. "Coterie of warriors" Could be interesting. Other than Reeds plans, I really don't have much to go one.
And so on the night specified, Jack knocked on the doors of the monastary, canvass bag in hand.

O-Yama answers in full battlerattle, though his face is stoic his eyes belie a small smile. He welcomes Jack in and motions for him to make himself comfortable in a large room he has set aside for this meeting.

"May I inquire as to what kind of skills you would bring to the group, should we end up with enough members for formalise this?"

Jack stood in the room, not bothering with chairs just yet. It wasn't an insult, it was just a prefference. "Well, It might not count towards much against our kind but I'm pretty good with a rifle." He said with a small shrug and smile.

"It is just as well, you never know what we may have to face, and if anything I think you would handle a stake launching device far better than me." O-Yama says with a small smile, happy that he has someone interested.

"I should contact Mrs. Scotts, I've heard she has a formidable cache of weapons she deals in, some of them should hold your interest. For now I guess we should wait and see who else arrives."

Another figure approaches the monastery. A hulking, ugly figure, heavy-set and over seven feet tall with blemished gray skin and thin hair. Black shoes and sleeves rolled up on white button-up shirt tucked into black pants held up by red suspenders. At his belt hangs a large combat belt in a leather sheath.

Arnold had seen the graffiti and decided that a coterie of warriors sounded like a good proposition to him. He walks up to the door, knocking if no one notices him first.

O-Yama makes his way to the door to see another "recruit" that had arrived for the Coterie.

"Greetings, I am O-Yama, come in."

He leads the massive man into the meeting area, and waits for others to arrive.

Arnold nods at O-Yama. Not seeming taken aback by the kindred's retro armored appearance. He walks into the main room before introducing himself to both O-Yama and Jack.

"I'm Arnold Culler. I was interested to see what this warrior's coterie would be about."

"Welcome Arnold."

O-Yama leads him back into the meeting room and continues to wait for any other takers.

Jack nodded to the newcommer before checking his phone for messages. After a few seconds of scrolling, he smiled lightly. "Huh...Listen. O-Yama, I need to leave this gavering early. Covenate bussness has just come up." He slipped the phone back into his pocket and took out a pen and a calling card from the Clare. A few seconds later he handed the card to him with his cell number on the back. "I am still interested in joining though if you will have me." And with that, Jack dassed out of the monestary towards the docks.

((gonna continue this at a later date, arnold and o-yama were both called away on business also, so i'll let ppl know when to start posting again))