>>97378060
I'm not sure Pentex is behind this, while the wolf looks similar to Mockeries, the vitae doesn't, I'm not even sure Pentex cares enough to make Mockery Kindred as wolves are the bigger problem for them. Hell, I've heard rumors that one of Pentex's board members is a Kindred. -Kakophoni

>>97377942
Scholar might cash that in, depending on how his "walk" goes

>TQ
That's an apt question given last thread. Don't think it's appropriate though...

Mother sends this message:
"House Venus wishes to thank all who took part in the investigation of Boy Toy's condition, and will take part in the investigation of those responsible for his fate, and all who wish to aid us, comfort us, offer condolences to us, and to join us in grieving, praying and hoping for his soul, and even all those who simply had an interest in reading our messages, even if just for their own amusement."
This also counts as the answer to the thread question for us.
Boy Toy once posted a clumsily written, but well-meaning, declaration of love to me, I'm still not quite sure if I deserved that love, as I was far from fitting his description of an ideal elder sister, but it was a requited love.

On that first fateful night we were having all these discussions on how to best celebrate his eventual return.
Blue Fairy suggested he'd race 10 laps in the Subaru on the roads surrounding our mansion.
Scarlet wanted to involve him in a performance of a selection of songs from the first wave of black metal.
Uncle The Devil Wears Me wanted to showcase a preview of his Spring designs.
Princess Charming didn't have a grand vision, but she wanted to return him his copy of Pagan Mysteries in the Renaissance by Edgar Wind, and to read his essay on art and truth - which he will never finish - and to have a little panel to discuss the topic with him and the audience.
We had all these big and small projects, Mercury Lamp was building a masculine, combat robot doll inspired by him.

>>97379418
Who amongst your house is currently the most stable emotionally? I'm aware all are grieving, if none are stable enough then I'll wait. -Kakophoni

I'm the best close quarters fighter in House Venus, and Boy Toy was the best with guns. We weren't enough. This enemy must be out of our league, I think the best we can do is train, survive, and throw money in the general direction of the bad guys until the right hands make the right heads fall.
>>97379582
Mercury Lamp by far. She read your posts with great interest. Man of Florida (who is just a guest) and her are discussing werewolves right now.
Uncle may appear stable but he's one irritating noise away from a frenzy, since he heard mom's wail.
I'm probably handling it better than I thought, courtesy of HalfSeeingEye's readings and advice. Thank you, HalfSeeingEye.

>>97379582
Teach me Potence, Kakophoni, I wanna learn how to crush skulls with my bare hands.

>>97379582
I'm listening.

>>>//TQ//
You need to know something before you lose it. I was barely an adult when I got mauled.

>>97378844
>None of them ever respond very well to diplomacy, anyways.
We're mostly the embodiment of hostile forces anathema to them and only when we get into the primordial enemies that orphaned the native Loup does that get put into a box most can deal with. Acras and Lìon.
The Night Tribe presence though... They have a chip on their shoulder and I'd rarely call their relations with their native kin kindly. Few kind words, and the further north you get the more you get outright hostility. With all I've learned, something feels off about this entire situation. I'm in the neighbourhood, metaphorically speaking. Do you want assistance?

Soon as I drop my boy off anyways. We're in Nevada.

>>97379737
Once your house becomes stable, deal with your grief first to eliminate distractions. You don't need Potence to crush skulls. I'll bring some Cauldron-Born as test targets when we do meet.

>>97379923
Kakophoni sends a dm with the following message "I have a gift for House Venus. Let me know when I can drop it off."

>>97380345
>dm
Sure, go ahead! Your permission to be here for 4 hours maximum (to train Scarlet) was never revoked, you're allowed here. Me and Man of Florida will take additional measures to make sure you're safe.

Before you ask about my name I was unfortunately embraced while overweight

Been drinking alcoholics blood heavily missing the joy of a good dinner at a beautiful restaurant
At this point I'd take a crime ridden O-Tulleys
Blood isn't the fucking same I'm sick of lapping up red water like a fucking dog
For the love of Sett is there any way to experience solid food again

And you tell me "BUT BLOOD IS BETTER THAN ANY 5 STAR RESTAURANT"
You'd have be happy with 3 square meals of roach paste if it tasted good in life fucking cattle

Sire crys about what joys was taken from him but my morning of fine gastronomy is laughed at by all at Elesum
Meat will be back on tge menu even if many must meet death
Be it final or a first of many

>>97380345
And sorry if my response was late but I had to double check everyone was in their room, now is the time!

>>97380989
>make sure you're safe
I don't know if I should be flattered you care or offended you think I'm incapable of defending myself. I shall arrive shortly. I won't be staying as I'm needed elsewhere.

In House Venus shadows begin to flicker and shift as through a large shadow on the wall steps a tall figure, shadows wisping off of him, the figure looks at Mercury with piercing purple eyes, hands her/him a box with a little label that says 'To House Venus' he then vanishes as quickly as he came. With his leave the room feels lighter and the shadows quiet down. the box is to be opened with all of House Venus present. Inside is a note and a small vial of clear liquid. the note reads: "This is all I managed to acquired from Boy Toy before he passed, a vial containing his tears, they were all that survived the destabilization. -Kakophoni" [they are actually Boy Toy's tears]

>>97381054
we pay a great price for our eternity
so it has been all the way since the beginning when caine forsook the mortal world over his pride
if you cannot stomach that go meet the sunrise

>>97381414
Mercury Lamp looks like a 12 year old girl with blonde curls and blue eyes in a cream Victorian dress, she approached Kakophoni without any fear and with rigid movements worthy of a a doll, in fact she looks too much like a doll. She looked at both Kakophoni and his gift with the same calm a kine would have for a timely Amazon delivery.

She accepted said gift with both hands outstretched and a light bow, and will obediently wait for the right time to open it. She managed to say: "Welcome thank you farewell." in an dispassionate robotic monotone, she appeared to be more interested in the wall behind Kakophoni than him.
Mercury Lamp's aura looks like a pure white canvas with a flickering gold border and multiple sparkles, it's indistinguishable from a human aura in term of intensity and opacity.

Man of Florida is a 6'2'' tall, sharply dressed, hairless African-American Tzimisce Antitribu gentleman in his early 50s with complex scarification patterns all over his skin, but he doesn't show much skin, as he wears a Regency-era dark blue short slip waistcoat with a strangely thin waistline, and a high collar and trousers that make his figure appear taller, and a big, kind smile.

He bowed in the manner of an European aristocrat from 2 centuries ago, and rushed in, in the hope to at least shake Kakophoni's hand, but the guest left too soon. Don't worry, he took it well, with a smile, and elegantly bid adieu. You couldn't have paired Mercury Lamp with a more dissimilar person.
His aura is a womanly mix of lavender, pink and violet, it's even paler than the average vampire.

>>97381414
Ensuring the safety of a guest is standard protocol and includes comfort and safety from unpleasant noises, not simply life-threatening situations. It was never my intention to be rude or question your fighting prowess and survival ability, thank you for the feedback, please forgive me.
Yeah Mercury Lamp is weirdest thing in a house of fucking weirdos

>>97382287
It's fine, little one. Have your family let me know how they like the gift. -Kakophoni
not completely weird compared to some of House Scholar but definitely different. Also I can't wait to see Venus and Scarlet's reaction to the vial of tears gift. Kakophoni isn't being a dick, it's a genuine gift though he doesn't realize they might not see it that way.

>TQ
Ah... that would have to be Mister Bear, that cute-as-a-button stuffed bear toy who was my shoulder to cry on and bodyguard for most of my mortal life.
After i was turned, i trudged through winter nights to return home and slaughter the swine. The catharsis of that moment called upon my beast, my frenzy, and my delusions and truths and I had no choice but to rip Mister Bear to shreds. Where stuffing should have been spewn I was met instead with eyes, the forever hateful penetrating eyes of my original sire.
RIP Mister Bear, the children loved you.

>>97378950
>What was your single greatest loss after your embrace?
My mom, sister and niece.

>>97380104
>Do you want assistance?
If you feel confident about getting involved in this mess, sure, we do. It is pretty dangerous, all around, while me and Halfie treat it as a joking matter, a powerful, major spirit, perhaps the patron of the caern, somehow manifested into the real world and tried to kill me, only to then send an absurdly empowered wolf after me. And I'm getting a feeling that both of those events weren't even it really trying to kill me, and, instead, some sort of strange game. Meaning, if you annoy the toucan or whatever else may be around, they may not be as playful with you as they are with us. I like you, and don't want you to get burned through getting invovled.
That, and we are technicallly speaking a rogue Tremere chantry, of sorts; not exactly officially traitors, or anything, but we never reconnected with the Pyramid after our sire got eaten, and last time somebody here wanted to play middleman for it, it didn't go well, so... You'd also be associating with the sort of crowd the Camarilla may dislike, if you come here.
That said, any aid rendered will be appreciated and well-compensated.

>>97379665
HalfSeeingEye says you're welcome. The candle she set for Boy Toy's billowing a little under no wind, but not going out, which is a somewhat auspicious sign, far as response from the powers of the caern tends to be.

>>97381054
Hm. There's a certain niche path of Thaumaturgy that permits its practicioner to make a target drunk, effectively. Works just fine on Kindred. Stands to reason you could probably find a Tremere out there who mastered the equivalent of that effect, but for the feeling of eating food, or the pleasure of satiation itself, so he could maybe hit you with it while you do in fact eat something physically? You ever try to look for a Tremere like that, or you just do the standard thing of being sad about not having borger?

hey you should go to central park and find the door graffiti under the wood bridge hey just imagine you can go in please tell us your names you must have so many memories imagine you could trade them for something super duper cool would that not be something wow you are all so old

>>97382382
We wore our mourning clothes, all black save for Blue Fairy's hanbok, for white is the color of mourning in East Asia. Man of Florida (why did Scarlet give him such a disrespectful nickname?) also wore black and he watched us from a distance. Our two most trusted staff members joined us.

Princess Charming wore the same dark Georgian chokha she had at our last orgy, those were the clothes Boy Toy was supposed to wear at home for a few more days, and she was the last member of House Venus to exchange words with him. Long ago, she confessed to me and Blue Fairy she fantasized about Mother's Beast ravishing her.
The girlfriend of Blue Fairy, she differs from the women of House Venus in a number of ways: she has a deeply tanned skin, she's from Clan Ventrue, she does not like men and she happens to be a masochist in addition to being a sadist. I never dared to ask, but I always believed she had a history of childhood abuse. This was her best opportunity to see her fantasy made real, so she was the closest to Mother Venus.

The box was opened. Man of Florida covered Mercury Lamp's eyes, seized her and threw her inside the Dollhouse, to save her alleged innocence from the impending drama.

Once again, uncle The Devil Wears Me tore his clothes as Mother, me, and Blue Fairy wailed. Mother threw her black mink to me as blood came forth from her tear ducts, nostrils and mouth. The ghouls shamelessly licked the precious vitae off the floor and her face, whose ruined makeup made her look exactly like the Virgin Mary in this picture: >>97378950 but with bloodshot eyes and sharp canines.

Princess Charming executed her plan. She hugged Mamma and was rewarded with a palm strike, because calling it a slap would be reductive. The Ventrue glared at her with the same lust Boy Toy used to look into our eyes when we took turns smacking him, then was thrown to the ground and felt the Beast's shoe on her throat.

Blue Fairy held the Beast so her girlfriend wouldn't be bit...

>>97382382
>>97385681
..meanwhile I had the Beast's hand reach between Princess Charming's legs and wrapped the mink on Mother's shoulders.

The Italian moaned: "Mamma... mamma..." as the Beast fisted her, I couldn't tell if there was more sadness, pain or pleasure in those words.

Eventually me and Blue Fairy decided the fur had flown enough and we separated them, much to her girlfriend's frustration.

Scarlet's reaction to the gift, to discovering the box held the last tears of Boy Toy inside, was something completely different from ours.

The redhead kept looking at it as if she was searching for her lost boyfriend in the vial.

She held it to her chest, spun and posed, transfixed.

As far as I know, Scarlet's understanding of dancing should be limited to headbanging and exactly two classes of Raqs Sharqi, the style of belly dance Mother learned in Egypt and tried to teach her youngest childe.

Meanwhile those moves were closer to my style of dancing, the aptly named contemporary dance, a post-postmodern kitchen sink of movements freely taken from classical ballet, popular forms of dancing, and even martial arts, constantly in the process of being mixed and reinvented, occasionally divorced from music.

When I was finished being distracted by the Ventrue Beauty and the Toreador Beast, I could finally notice Scarlet had the Gangrel's glowing red eyes the whole time. I glanced at Man of Florida, her proud teacher of Protean, and he nodded and grinned.

I don't know whose ass is Scarlet is pulling all these Disciplines and changes from, and to be perfectly honest, I don't even want to know, nor do I want her to stop, since without Boy Toy, House Venus is at its weakest right now.

In due time, I'm sure the entirety of House Venus will accept this gift from Kakophoni as graciously as Scarlet did.

She wanted to keep the box, and said she wanted to transfer Boy Toy's crimson tears into a more solid container, such as a gemstone, a memento she could wear as a pendant.

In Loving Memory of Our Philosopher-Operator and Good Boy
SIRIO ASCARI

CREDITS

CAST
(in order of appearance)

CLAN TOREADOR
HOUSE VENUS
Venus in Furs, Matriarch - DIVA MASTIX LASCH
Assoluta, older sister - AURELIA HIERSCHEL DE MINERBI
Mercury Lamp, doll who makes dolls - PRIMROSE
Boy Toy, brother - SIRIO ASCARI
Blue Fairy, younger sister - HYUN-AH JANG (장현아, 張賢娥, Jang Hyun-ah)
The Devil Wears Me, uncle - WILBUR ZOHAR
Scarlet, fledgling - SHANNON BLAIR GILROY (DY'TH MAJESTRÏX THIRSYS)

CLAN VENTRUE
HOUSE VENUS
Princess Charming, girlfriend of Blue Fairy - PRISCILLA FEROLDI ANTONISI DE ROSA

CLAN TZIMISCE (ANTITRIBU)
Man of Florida - BARON IGNATIUS RICHMOND

CLAN LASOMBRA (?), KIASYD BLOODLINE (?)
HOUSE SCHOLAR
Kakophoni - (?)

VEHICLES
2021 McLaren Speedtail, Amethyst Black (Venus in Furs)
2021 Ferrari 812 GTS, Blu Swaters (Assoluta)
2026 Subaru "Hurricane" WRX ts Spec B, Crystal Black Silica (Boy Toy)
2024 Mclaren 750S Coupé, Cosmos Black (Blue Fairy)
2022 Pagani Utopia Coupé, Grigio Rinascimento (The Devil Wears Me)
2026 Chevrolet Corvette ZR1X Coupé 3LZ, Black with asymmetrical Edge Red/Carbon Flash dual racing stripes, ZTK Track Performance Package, Carbon Fiber Aero Package and all other carbon fiber options (Scarlet)
2023 Ferrari SF90 XX Spider, Grigio Titanio (Princess Charming)
1949 Rolls-Royce Silver Dawn Drophead, Burgundy with Beige folding convertible top (Man of Florida)

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Travel log #6 [Las Vegas, Nevada]-[*7/10]
>>>>>Pros
>Vegas has a lively night life with two very distinct cities for the blood that, so long as you're not a Sabbat war party, you could find a nice niche for yourself. Even just visiting has been miles easier than almost any other city with a population
>Even the slightest edge could let a person live relatively comfortable here, and those who know how to carve out a niche could get pretty far, although tower-of-babel levels of ambition can be an issue
>This might be the largest and most friendly assortment for those of us of a certain breed; Ravs, Nos, Malks and Gangs. I saw some old friends I haven't seen in decades, and there is strength in numbers. Usual for nomadic and subterranean folk, just play it smart and you can find safe haven if you need it
>Despite an unusually large hunter presence, they seem more focused on other threats as it is rumoured among hunters Las Vegas was purged a few years ago
>>>>>Cons
>It may not be as bad as some, but this place in the desert is a monument to hubris. One day it's gonna go
>This place is a cauldron for forces beyond mortal ken, judging by my travel companion almost having a stroke and scrawling the kind of shit on the walls I haven't seen since back in Marquette. Full house as well; ancient forces, indigenous ghosts, sins, and the rest
>This is a 'Vampire Free city' and if you start looking too dead or too successful, the locals will just dust you
>Despite the relative peace, this place is three murders or a bad report away from going bad; if it isn't some unmentionable horror doing it the tensions between high society and the common Blood could start something ugly, supposing the Snake worshippers out in the desert don't start something

I can see why Teddy decided to move in. Nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to live here. Guess that's why the Ravs have such a big camp on the fringes. Good to see old friends again, and to get into a light amount of trouble.

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>>97388600
Thanks to my Ravs, we should be good on money for the rest of this trip.

To anyone looking to move in I have some words of advice.

First off, this place exploded from nothing and I expect one day the desert will take her back just as quickly.

In terms of politics the local Establishment has some very strict rules. Don't win too much (formal leadership says no millions, fringe say take nothing but cash and bonds), no poker, don't feed off members of high society. They take this shit as serious as formal Camarilla doctrine. Don't poke at rival camps. High society stays away from the fringes and the fringes don't agitate high society. Play nice, or don't cause too much trouble and leave as quiet as you came in. Decorum is important, even if it's the informal decorum.

Lastly, while the common fringe clans are friendly, there's a war in the waiting among the ruling Triumvirate. Giovanni, Tremere, and Toreador. At some point, someone is going to try and cut someone else out of the picture, and it will get ugly real quick.

That's for the future though. For once it was nice to drive into a city and have only one Prince and two Barons to do the niceties with. The old Prince was bemused a nomad actually acted with Hospitality. The sisters on the fringes were... Well. Interesting. Mèo-Mèo's clan, so I let her do the talking. Can't say I appreciated one of them thinking I'm Mèo-Mèo's pimp and reminding us prostitution was banned in the county, though her sister had her own 'quirks.'

I suppose that's just the norm for leaders. Otherwise, outside of the nebulous doom(s) looming on the horizon I'll probably visit again.

>>97384898
Wouldn't be the first time I've worked with dubious Trems brother. It comes with the territory of being a perpetual outsider. Just point me in the direction and I'll find my way to you. You don't need specifics. My travel companion can point me to the finer location.

Part of why I offered. She's feeling... Something.

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>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3a1txtSDn0
>this is what the Malkavians are going through
damn no wonder they can get so weird

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I had a live call with Cope, my late boyfriend's Malkavian friend and multiple personality disorder self-proclaimed streamer, who cannot put that damn phone down, ever.
I broke the news to her. She had a manic episode, and I'm definitely gonna go to hell for this, but I thought it was funny as fuck. Just kidding, this is already hell. Better than a depressive or psycho episode in my book.
When she got better - making a huge assumption here, implying there's a "better" - we went back to my Dementation training.
She said: "What if I told you we are characters on a screen, and I don't even mean actors in a movie, but letters on a monitor?"
I mean, I've already seen more shit than I shoulda had when I was a mortal. At this point I'm prepared to believe in fairies and demons and Godzilla, bring it on, world of dorkness, come at me.
I can't with this girl, she talked to her "chat" for two hours while her phone's battery was dead.
>>97385697
>said she wanted to transfer Boy Toy's tears into a more solid container, such as a gemstone, a memento she could wear as a pendant
Mercury Lamp sold me on Acrylonitrile Butadiene Styrene (ABS) as the material for the tears' container. No way I can spell that shit, so I just copypasted it. The material and process are way cheaper and the thing is still solid while less likely to be stolen from me.
>>97388704
Damn I shoulda showed this to Cope and her "chat" when I had the chance. Next time!>>97388600
>>97388613
Can I say Vegas is a cool place yet? Looks like the best playground for adults ever built.

>>97388704
You ever want a MMN simulator
>Just enjoy the Talking Heads man

https://youtu.be/5IsSpAOD6K8

Kakophoni, Kakophoni, oh Kakophoni... Why did you have to make the gift a surprise, honey? If you wanted to give us that vial, you could have just given it us. You remind me of a younger Boy Toy, always well-meaning, but kind of awkward sometimes.

Please don't take it personally, you had the best intentions and I would never dislike you for this. See, Scarlet loved your present! It's just that me and my other childer weren't in the best mood for surprises.

>>97390043
The Malk curse takes many forms. Sadly most of them make the lives of their bearers difficult.
In some cases cringeworthy.

>Can I say Vegas is a cool place yet? Looks like the best playground for adults ever built.
It has its novelty. Especially if you are able to bounce between class and trash. But I fear the novelty would grow stale fast in the wrong places. That orb in particular, that thing is HIDEOUS and I hope someone burns it to the ground.

>>97388704
Ok I borrowed some of Cope's time again and we saw the video together. Here is a selection of her thoughts and her chat's:
"It's like, a streamer has 300 people watching them, 299 are spamming congratulations and hearts in chat, and there's this one guy that tells the streamer to go fuck themself, and the streamer goes on a rant yelling at 'some people', saying their fans are bad and hate them, etc."
"Normies only focus on the negative shit, and ignore the wisdom the voices deliver."
>Time for meds!
"Bro! That voice was reminding the patient to take his medication! From the point of view of those who made that video, is that supposed to be a bad thing?"
>Stop staring at me
"The newscaster was just trying to help, it's the rare moment of self-awareness from a television channel that wishes for naught but your constant attention."
"Normies get mad when garbage tells them it's garbage, so they want all the voices to shut up."
"First you want to kill the voices, then you act pissed when they try to fight back?"
"Way to completely miss the point. They're a resource, learn to work with them."
You know what? I think she's onto something.

If you ask me, that was the best gift ever, Kakophoni.
>>97390898
>I think she's onto something.
The famous last words of every victim of a Malkavian.

I see that my gift went over not as I expected, granted I'm a bit different when it comes to mourning so it's my fault for not realizing others were different -Kakophoni

>>97390043
I should warn you that dementation will cause you to become more insane the more proficient you become, it's why most malkavians are riddled with madness. -Kakophoni

Fuck my unlife now I have to go out with five women I ain't ever met, even seven maybe. No wonder Venus wanted to test my new shadow powers by fucking my tentacle, like she already knew how soon I'd need it.
So Venus had to make a bunch of calls to cancel appointments and stuff my poor boyfriend had.
I was miserable, those on the other side of the phone were miserable, I think mom is mostly over it, and she was overplaying her sadness, an Oscar-worthy performance.
Venus did the shrewd businesswoman thing, and offered to have the women of the house fill in for my man. One lady will call us back when she's done mourning, another refused, but the way mom looked at me, she's confident she gonna call us back too. The rest were in.
I used to mind my own business and ain't ever asked him about his customers, like, I didn't want him to think I was jealous and shit.
Princess Charming got the biggest sadists and in my opinion she ain't been... unhappy enough about Boy Toy's departure.
>>97392500
I just wanna learn the basics, really.
>>97392338
Was their reaction, both immediate and not so immediate, to your liking? You said you were looking forward to it.

>>97393188
>I think mom is mostly over it, and she was overplaying her sadness, an Oscar-worthy performance.
>Princess Charming got the biggest sadists and in my opinion she ain't been... unhappy enough about Boy Toy's departure.
Honey, how could you say this!? Bad girl!

>>97393188
>Princess Charming got the biggest sadists and in my opinion she ain't been... unhappy enough about Boy Toy's departure.
Can a surgeon operate on their patient if they cry their eyes out? I'm just trying to help, Scarlet, everything I do is out of love, and I love you too.
>>97393212
It's her way of mourning, a little bit of finger pointing here, a little bit of psychological projection there, nothing you and I haven't seen before.
Please be lenient with her.

>>97393212
>>97393232
I'm sorry, I was out of line, dealing with this shit is tough.

A few updates.
First, our guest, Man of Florida, concluded his business in Bridgeport, but before he left with a few sets of clothes by uncle The Devil Wears Me, we let him transform into a bat and chase little Mercury Lamp all over the mansion, they had so much fun. Now that was one fine gentleman, why can't men, be them kindred or kine, be more like him?

Second, I went to Elysium in New York to perform, and Princess Charming is here with me to shake some hands and kiss more posteriors. Although Elysium is the last place I'd look for Revelation, we met. I broke the news about my brother's final death, I don't know what was more spine-chilling, that raised eyebrow, or the new colors in Revelation's aura. I'll just say I'm talking about the kindred who introduced House Venus to the use of firearms, and Boy Toy was the best disciple among us.

Third, we have a Ventrue living under this roof and her clanmates are questioning her level of safety. Me and Princess Charming agreed that we will be not facing whichever next crisis this world has in store for us without the help of Revelation, we will not wait for Mother Venus's opinion on the subject.

>>97395600
>her clanmates are questioning her level of safety
It helps that she doesn't go 'on patrol' with Blue Fairy waiting for anything ranging from kine to thinbloods to werewolves that also happen to be vampires to attack them.
>Me and Princess Charming agreed that we will be not facing whichever next crisis this world has in store for us without the help of Revelation
Are you joking me?
>we will not wait for Mother Venus's opinion on the subject.
Most excellent, you will not see Mother Venus pay for Revelation's services either. You can have those Ventrue friends help you cover the expenses, if they're so concerned and such good friends.

>>97395677
Mamma, you look like a semi ran over your face, come and get your makeup fixed by Assoluta when we come back.

>>97395703
YOU DISRESPECTFUL, INSOLENT, IMPERTINENT LITTLE oh wait, you're right.
I'm so sorry, darling, I've been in a foul mood as of late. Mommy loves you! Kisses! Mwah mwah mwah!

>>97388613
>Just point me in the direction and I'll find my way to you.
Sure. Go to the meeting spot you and HSE exchanged gifts at, trust your eyepatch and follow the way spirits flow. Bring snow shoes, you'll genuinely sink otherwise. Unless you can levitate or walk on water, in which case I guess you'll be fine, as snow is technically water. We'll pick you up once we spot you. Any particular accomodations to prepare for you and yours, to prepare for the chance where you decide to stay?

>>97397008
>Sure. Go to the meeting spot you and HSE exchanged gifts at, trust your eyepatch and follow the way spirits flow. Bring snow shoes, you'll genuinely sink otherwise. Unless you can levitate or walk on water, in which case I guess you'll be fine, as snow is technically water.
You've never been stalked by a Gang in the deep winter then? Don't worry, we'll be fine.

>We'll pick you up once we spot you. Any particular accomodations to prepare for you and yours, to prepare for the chance where you decide to stay?
Hmmm. Just a place with deep soil if you can look around. We'll leave our RV behind so I'll need to 'dig' myself out a new den for however long we need. And inform HSE my Malk is eager to see her tall hat once more.

See you soon brother.

I'm sorry for your loss, I didn't know Boy Toy but he didn't deserve to go out like that, nobody does.

>>97397432
Look, odds are we're all gonna go out at some point.
Getting ashed like a total freak after a fight with a really cool weird monster like him is better than one of your kids getting ambitious, or some anarch getting lucky, or some human getting lucky, or just getting stiffed by bad architecture and a wall falling over gives you to the god damn sun.

Grand sire went out in the San Fran earthquakes back in the day and I'm still mad on his behalf.

>>97397448
Call me crazy but I like to think those of us who can live forever will y'know, live forever. Anyone going out feels like it's before their time, y'know? Unrealistic I know, in reality everything wants to kill us. Still a man can dream.

The more I look in the mirror, the more I realise how right Princess Charming was. My my, do I look atrocious, I cried too much, evidently. Please come home soon, Assoluta.
>>97397432
He was too good for this world.
>>97397432
>Getting ashed like a total freak after a fight with a really cool weird monster like him is better than one of your kids getting ambitious, or some anarch getting lucky, or some human getting lucky, or just getting stiffed by bad architecture and a wall falling over gives you to the god damn sun.
While I'm definitely positive he would agree with your sentiment, and I'd add that he was protecting Blue Fairy - that is, an attractive lady to the assessment, I belong to the "there really isn't a superior way to die, it's better not to die" school of thought.
>>97397501
Mortals also have cognitive issues, disabilities and other illnesses waiting for them as they age. Meanwhile us kindred don't age, or I should say, it's not like our Elders can't become decrepit - just look at Europe - but at least it takes centuries. far longer than kine can live.
>Anyone going out feels like it's before their time, y'know?
Yes, all the more so when they are full of energy and youthful vigour like Boy Toy was. I did call him a manchild, but really 'Peter Pan' would be a more dignified epithet.

Fuck yes! I got this, mom! Boy Toy's computer had notes on his customers! I ain't ever been paid to service a woman but I'm gonna make it now!
The first rule between me and each lady is gonna be: we talk about us, not my man!

>>97397432
>>97397448
>>97397501
>>97397589

You have to actually live if you want to endure.

I've kept my tongue on the loss of the Venus clanling for a few reasons. Not the least of which being my old roost getting extinguished out weeks back. Might be it was the compare. A double digit count of my neighbours, plenty of whom were... Flawed, foolish, all that but- Most were simply wiped out. Not even the primary target and a whole community is gone now.

Wish I had some grand revelation but... Honestly you just need to find a good harmony with the world. Better than cowering, or becoming deluded, or worse. Two dreamers were lost with that one, and all the rest of us can do is keep going.

>>97397670
Astonishing. Now go astonish that fellow lovesick Bullfighter too, my wise girl.
>>97397684
>Not the least of which being my old roost getting extinguished out weeks back. Might be it was the compare. A double digit count of my neighbours, plenty of whom were... Flawed, foolish, all that but- Most were simply wiped out. Not even the primary target and a whole community is gone now.
I am so terribly sorry.
>Honestly you just need to find a good harmony with the world.
A good harmony with the world, you say. But the world is not that harmonious, not on this side of the Masquerade at least. Reading the reports on your misadventures in Marquette was soul-crushing.

>>97397684
I'm sorry for your losses as well, Maquette was a shit show from what I read. I'm glad you and your Malk friend are okay.

>>97397793
>>97397735
I'll leave the sorrows for the candles, but my thanks.

>A good harmony with the world, you say. But the world is not that harmonious, not on this side of the Masquerade at least. Reading the reports on your misadventures in Marquette was soul-crushing.
Two former inhabitants, two Toreadors, made a great influence on me. Hatsepshup and Hippy I called them for anonymity. Hippy worshipped Lilith while Hatsepshup worshipped a whole pantheon of gods. They had some... Pretty radical beliefs. But they both agreed harmony wasn't peace. It was ruin, the destruction of civilizations, the extinguishing of worlds, and the formation of new ones in their wake. Change, in all her forms. The wheel turning onwards and peace within it.

You cannot prevent the wheel from turning, you'll be crushed beneath if you try. Harmony instead comes in motion. Dancing atop Armageddon.

Ha. Hatsepshup would get a laugh out of me trying to explain that meaningfully. I should visit them if I make it down to Memphis.

>>97395600
>Although Elysium is the last place I'd look for Revelation, we met.
You fool! Assoluta, you met in Elysium because Revelation was actively looking for you - for us.
>>97397670
Go get'em, tigress!
>>97397735
>>97398207
The harmony H0T_G4R0U3S_1N_Y0R_3R34 and her friends speak of is the one within, mother.

>>97398254
So what's this Revelation like?

>>97398261
A superhero with fangs.

>>97398261
A very judgemental person.

>>97398261
An inspiration.

>>97398261
The goddess of perseverance.

>>97398261
Beats me, I thought it was a term for something when you get possessed by- actual demons.

>>97398254
Yes and no. Internal and external. It's all well and good to have convictions, but without change they're as dead as we worry we are.

>>97393188
It was good, Kakophoni is just weird about mourning and the overt displays of grief that House Venus showed made him remember that he's the weird one when it comes to mourning.

Apologies for not posting in a bit, some issues arose.
>>97393188
>to test my new shadow powers by fucking my tentacle
I have free time now so would you like me to show you shadowmancy or one of the other disciplines I offered?

>>97397670
I finally went out with the Toreador lady. Early 30s, petite, 80s lace dress with massive see through areas. I just borrowed a red dress from Assoluta.
Boy Toy had this thing where a woman's instinct to nurture would activate, likely with cute aggression, I hate to admit it but it got me too. I told this customer how young I was and she like moved from mommy to grandma. The patronizing and hugging was somehow more obnoxious than my sire's, but I survived, and the extras made it worth it.
I focused on the things Boy Toy couldn't do, she plays the piano and I know my way around a guitar. I showed her my image in a mirror so she knew I ain't a Lasombra, then my shadow tentacle, "tested and approved by THE Venus in Furs", she threw herself on the bed, it was covered in rose petals and there was pair of towels folded into courting swans, kinda cool.
Total pillow princess, I had to do all the work myself. I cashed in the "first time" and "mourning family" extras on my way out. I know my man had way more vicious clients, but dating this kinda woman ain't so bad.
>>97399700
Potence. Blue Fairy's overbooked so she ain't got time to teach me. I'd ask Tats but we're 'the bourgeoisie' and I don't wanna see her throw our rides. I'm too dumb for sorcery.

>>97400386
>I just borrowed a red dress from Assoluta.
It reeks of smoke now.

>>97400393
Mind if I wear it on my next date? A fellow enjoyer of our "torches of freedom" and a Blue Blood.

>>97397304
>You've never been stalked by a Gang in the deep winter then?
Never in my twenty-eight years of unlife, and if all goes well I never will be. Come to think of it, I don't think I've even seen many Gangrel Kindred here. Presumably because of all the fucking werewolves making living here somewhat complex.
>Hmmm. Just a place with deep soil if you can look around. We'll leave our RV behind so I'll need to 'dig' myself out a new den for however long we need.
Easily done. The caern proper isn't quite safe to make dens in, the soil is alive and not very happy if you dig at it, but there's plenty options nearby.
>And inform HSE my Malk is eager to see her tall hat once more.
She's not stopped wearing that fucking thing since coming back from the gift exchange, all while smiling in her usual evil little way. Were she not always very focused on keeping her scalp in one piece, I'd wonder if she stapled the hat to her head. Whatever compliments your Malk gave were well-appreciated.

The Prince of Bridgeport, my coterie and me, personally, offer our condolences to House Venus. My grandsire also contacted us through an envoy, and expressed regret at things having worked out this way. He wishes House Venus a more peaceful stay in Bridgeport. This is fairly novel of him, he usually doesn't pay much attention to events here. Not quite sure why he broke the habit this time. Hospitality, perhaps?

>>97400386
>the bourgeoisie
That you are. Tats, however, has no real income except what she gets from coterie work, doesn't live very frugally when she does have money so on a given day she's actively turning more poor, and she hates handouts from me. She, thus, will most probably teach you if you offer her enough cash and don't look too smug while at it. She's also, big secret she will strangle me for revealing, feeling fairly bad about Boy Toy, so she may give you a pass. Oh, and she could also potentially view teaching you as an opportunity to corrupt you into a rebel against authority. Do you like mohawks, sidecuts, toxic hair dye and piercings?

>don't wanna see her throw our rides.
Given how destructive Potence tends to be if applied in her way, she'd probably prefer to train you in some abandoned warehouse belonging to a throwaway company of my sire's, a small drive away. Just take a car you don't care about losing, something more functional than pretty, maybe one meant for ghouls to use as necessary? Surely your garage must have a few soulless BMWs. Let her throw one about, as to feel like she's stuck it to the rich, all while not really damaging anything you care about. Everybody wins.

>>97400607
>The Prince of Bridgeport, my coterie and me, personally, offer our condolences to House Venus. My grandsire also contacted us through an envoy, and expressed regret at things having worked out this way. He wishes House Venus a more peaceful stay in Bridgeport. This is fairly novel of him, he usually doesn't pay much attention to events here.
You're all so kind.
>Not quite sure why he broke the habit this time. Hospitality, perhaps?
He likes us, methinks.
>she could also potentially view teaching you as an opportunity to corrupt you into a rebel against authority
"The authority" is right next to me reading what I type, and in her own words, "having a giggle."
>Do you like mohawks, sidecuts
Personally I'm more on the side of long manes grown for headbanging.
>toxic hair dye and piercings?
More my cup of vitae, but I ain't got a sliver of metal on me since before the embrace.
C'mon man, I look like a mob wife now!
She does indeed look like one: >>97336537
>Just take a car you don't care about losing, something more functional than pretty, maybe one meant for ghouls to use as necessary? Surely your garage must have a few soulless BMWs. Let her throw one about
Yeah and mama Venus and/or her Beast's gonna throw ME like a fastball!
I think Kakophoni had the right idea, having me practice on Cauldron-Borns, as I'm gonna fight the undead more often than the automotive industry.

>>97400752
>He likes us, methinks.
That would be the first documented case of him liking anything, but, yes, I suppose it is possible. Perhaps his weak spot are Toreadors and family drama among them.

>More my cup of vitae, but I ain't got a sliver of metal on me since before the embrace.
No reason not to get some now. It takes special ritual work, to make the piercings actually stay, but she's bullied our Tremere into figuring out how to do that. Mostly because he was very weirded out by her redoing the piercings every night, and her approach was that if he has a problem, he's the one who solves it. So, that's an option.

>C'mon man, I look like a mob wife now!
And that is charming, but Tats is currently attempting to convince me that you would look even better with a 'sick as fuck pentagram of piercings', wherever that'd go.

>I think Kakophoni had the right idea, having me practice on Cauldron-Borns, as I'm gonna fight the undead more often than the automotive industry.
I'm being yelled at to make sure I convey that, apparently, Potence training is as much about using it in fights as it is about pushing the limits of what you can do. Essentially raising the ceiling a little bit with every feat of strength. Whether that's true or not, and I am not the one to question what Tats says on the matter, the defining characteristic of Potence certainly is that more experienced practitioners can punch harder and lift more, before they start pulling out the freaky and strange applications of the art. It stands to reason that achieving more is how you improve in Potence. But there's probably more than one way to sharpen your skill with punching things hard.

Tats is also telling me she's very open to sparring with you once you feel up for it, and she's willing to do it one-armed, to even the playing field. She's even serious about that, somehow.

>>97400973
>It takes special ritual work, to make the piercings actually stay
They can stay on me the easy way. Venus' bloodline is built different and we retain haircuts, dyes, and basic body modifications.
Via the Indelible Merit from V20 Lore of the Clans
>you would look even better with a 'sick as fuck pentagram of piercings', wherever that'd go.
The nostalgia is getting to me, but the next lady I'm gonna date in Boy Toy's stead is from your clan! A Blue Blood FFS!
>pushing the limits of what you can do. Essentially raising the ceiling a little bit with every feat of strength.
Mmh. Her wisdom's already reaching me. Way easier than Blue Fairy's ramblings on how reality ain't fixed but shaped by belief, and can be bent like she bends steel.
>Tats is also telling me she's very open to sparring with you once you feel up for it, and she's willing to do it one-armed, to even the playing field. She's even serious about that, somehow.
Blue Fairy is stronger than me and said Tats is stronger still! Tats' gonna kill me!
Attempted murder aside, I guess I can have two teachers of Potence? Venus says she approves so long I can get back on her own program faster, and we train away from the mansion.

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Ask an old Caitiff anything.
>>97398270
>>97398278
>>97398285
>>97398301
Can you not? I'm none of those.

>>97401263
Why are you called Revelation?

>>97401894
Because I made this character with 666xp lol
Because House Venus picked that nickname for me!
While it's true that I was born in the Netherlands from a Catholic man and a Protestant woman, and he owned an occult book too many, and there were lots of religious tensions, but thankfully no open warfare, the real reason is that in these nights I have something of a cult.
Don't worry, it's nothing spooky, opposed to Via Humanitas or against the Traditions and authorities of the Camarilla.
It's just a bigger version of what Venus in Furs calls her "staff." You see, mortals have this need to serve something greater than themselves, once I finally learned this desire is greater than me, I stopped fighting it.
Initially I thought myself unworthy of such worship - I still do - but what made me change is seeing how this motivates a mortal to give it their all. They say: "When I'm working, I'm working at 100%. When I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning at 100%. When I'm resting, I'm resting at 100%."
That eye-opening moment was my "Revelation."
Sometimes young kindred approach me saying they want to join my cult, I find it flattering and endearing.

At my age, a name is as good as any. It's not like I could bring supercentenarian documents to a voting booth.

>>97401263
What's a Caitiff?

>>97402501
A kind of bottom-feeder vampire that doesn't have the support from a sire and their clan, often because of a flawed lineage and/or a vampire that is truly "clanless", without a clan's weakness but also the distinctive Disciplines.

Looking back, I think I've fit the many definitions of Caitiff.
- I'm "built different", to borrow your expression;
- I never knew my sire;
- I was "swept in" as if I was part of a Sabbat mass embrace;
- A Tzimisce found it funny to fleshcraft me into a musclebound amazon worthy of a 20th century superhero comic book, but in those nights only a Fiend would find that form pleasant, for a woman that was a bigger weakness than our allergy to the sun, a social death sentence - I'll never forget that night I first saw my new hands, he made me what was then a complete circus freak;
- I fled the Sabbat as soon as I could with the help of blood bond malfunctioning on me;
- I led my unlife as the outcast of an outcast and enjoyed no support out of any clan on either side of the fence;
- At long last I fell into the good graces of clan Ventrue and for that I am thankful to this night.

Combine all of that with the territorial disputes over the Netherlands before WW1, country being a hotbed of spies during WW1 whose territory was violated repeatedly by both sides, and being one of the last countries to be liberated from the Germans at the end WW2 after all that devastation, and you'll see that I had plenty of opportunities to die.
I was quite lucky, blessed even. Too blessed to be called "an inspiration."

If any Caitiff are looking for an inspiration, maybe the Prince of Cairo is a better example.

>>97400542
>Never in my twenty-eight years of unlife, and if all goes well I never will be. Come to think of it, I don't think I've even seen many Gangrel Kindred here. Presumably because of all the fucking werewolves making living here somewhat complex.
If they have no reason to seek you out, you often won't notice they're even there. And if you ever find yourself on the bad end of my cousins? Avoid water and thick groves.

>Easily done. The caern proper isn't quite safe to make dens in, the soil is alive and not very happy if you dig at it, but there's plenty options nearby.
No doubt, all the land is alive but it usually doesn't make itself known. Then again, I'm the odd one who always asks before I 'Dig.'

>Whatever compliments your Malk gave were well-appreciated.
She's sweeter than she has any right to be.

Come nightfall we should meet-up. Promise I won't sneak up and scare you.

I'll leave the ball in your court. For reference, 'H0T_G4R0U3S' is a Koldunist with a variant of the Way of Earth, lacking offensive abilities in exchange for better utility. It was how she persisted in de-jure Garou country for decades. Also has a broad skill in native languages around the great lakes, and if she gets flustered the maratime accent comes out. Mèo-Mèo on the other hand is an open book for influences and is always low key under the influence of Haunting. Thick Hooser accent and can be pretty brutal if need be. If you need anything just ask, but the leads are yours to do with as you want.

>>97402725
>No doubt, all the land is alive but it usually doesn't make itself known.
God, it can't fucking stop making itself be known here. Way north from the caern there's some other abandoned or semi-active ones, weaker ones, with what seems to be a living mountain walking whenever it's foggy enough. Steer clear of that place.

>Come nightfall we should meet-up. Promise I won't sneak up and scare you.
Aw, and here I hoped for a true Gang experience. See you soon.

Gotcha. H0T and Meo are going to be meeting Lavender and HSE as their immediate guides. Lavender's outwardly a pasty twink, ballet dancer build, looks mostly normal, discounting his still dyed, because he's yet to figure out it's a HSE ploy, hair and an a whole lot of Lichtenberg figures on his skin. HSE's a shortie freak combining goth and a witch aesthetics because she thinks it's funny, and because the huge boots and hat give her a bigger presence. Lavender's practically brimming with Levinbolt, HSE's got a hodgepodge of various seer-y enough Thaumaturgic paths, plus artifacts and rite tools. Turn her upside down and shake and it'll rain charms, bones, little blood vials and shit like that. Their auras have slight abnormal tidbits to them, not much at all, but it's faint little traces, fitting their niches; even patterns in HSE's, sharp, jagged streaks in LL's. Hard to see them, even, it's something you have to actively seek to spot. The 'chantry' compound is more or less an old, recently rebuilt manor, in no small part still fucked with bold old damage and very fresh. It's clearly meant for a lot more people than there'd be - four Tremere, counting LL and HSE, and several ghouls. Some rooms might be hidden with typical old Tremere tricks or just only accessible if you can swim through the earth. The other two Tremere are other LL/HSE siblings, with different, less fun Thaumaturgic niches. The compound's some distance away from the caern.

>>97403439
H0T and Meo actually got a decent chance at figuring out what's up. On top of Meo's Malk stuff, the eyepatch can let H0T see ghosts with relative ease, and there'll also be some scattered ghosts of some exceptionally upset, recently-deceased kinfolk. They were part of a large, multi-tribe, Toreador elder-manipulated war party that attacked the manor during the Week of Nightmares and basically got slaughtered, even if they killed LL's sire and razed the manor. Their gripe is that they died in droves, got used by a leech, and don't even get to be laid to rest properly; H0T can prolly help them by getting their scattered remains out of the soil and burying them right, that might give her some info. All in all the ghosts are haunting the woods and the manor, and at least some of them will be willing to talk in Great Lake languages, being from there. Overall, the ghosts will hint towards that the caern used to be Croatan property, its patron spirits greatly miss the chosen custodians of the caern, and the ghosts are convinced the spirits are tormented by captivity vampires enforce upon them. Only, they're not actually tormented - that one will take more effort and time to figure out, but with some spirit-chatting practices and Malk tricks, H0T and Meo would be able to spot Incarnae Spirit claws deep in every Tremere in the sorta-chantry. They've all got non-Wyrm Spirits wanting something of them, being metaphysically connected to them, as a result of the dead Sire's fuckery. LL's tied-spirit is Thunderbird, hence his thunder obsession and it manifesting before him to scare the shit out of him - it's testing him the way it would a Garou. The Tremere don't notice it, having been mentally and magically conditioned out of it, and HSE's the most aware, while still denied the option to put it all together. Your call how much, and how, Meo and H0T figure out; the Tremere are mentally blocked from connecting the dots, they're of little use.

>>97401254
>They can stay on me the easy way. Venus' bloodline is built different and we retain haircuts, dyes, and basic body modifications.
Oh, that's remarkable. There's some types who would consider this a sign of the coming Gehenna and bemoan it, but it sounds exceedingly useful a trait. I'll keep this from Tats, lest she really starts insisting you get some piercings, since for her every single new one is a big investment and she'd like to at least live vicariously through you.

>The nostalgia is getting to me, but the next lady I'm gonna date in Boy Toy's stead is from your clan! A Blue Blood FFS!
A patrician's choice. And a choice of a patrician.

>Tats' gonna kill me!
Tats nodded in agreement and said you're very sharp. For this she grants you a one percent discount, an honor she expects you, a bourgeois, to appreciate thoroughly.

>we train away from the mansion.
I'll help your new teacher pick out a sufficiently abandoned warehouse and get the necessary training supplies, Cauldron-Born excluded. We're honestly running a little short on those warehouses, waging a war on the Palatine meant most of that sort of locations got occupied and subsequently leveled, but there's got to be one or two still, thanks to America's deindustrialization.

>>97401263
>Ask an old Caitiff anything.
A tired question, but somebody has to ask it. What's the oldest thing you met, whether Kindred or not?

>>97403556
>There's some types who would consider this a sign of the coming Gehenna and bemoan it,
Nope nope nope this isn't some thinblood nonsense it's a feature some in our clan have!

Mom grabbed my phone to type this, by the way.
>For this she grants you a one percent discount, an honor she expects you, a bourgeois, to appreciate thoroughly.
Another victory for the bourgeoisie!

>>97403556
>A tired question, but somebody has to ask it. What's the oldest thing you met, whether Kindred or not?
A tree:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarv-e_Abarkuh
For kindred, I think it was the Prince of London, it was nothing special, I was honoring the Tradition of Hospitality, he barely moved his hand, we didn't speak.

>>97401263
how old specifically are you? -Kakophoni

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Holy shit, finally somewhere to vent.
Giovanni here, the family ain't important right now. I've probably gotten tossed into the worst job anyone can ask for.
You know that old myth, the Jersey Devil?
Well, not only is he real, he's also probably the biggest douchebag on the East Coast. These days he's going by the name Jadie, maybe you've stumbled onto one of his videos where he's talking about masculinity or a casino or some shit. Usually when it's night i'm the guy behind the camera. In fact, i've been working with the guy for about a year, and he still refuses to call me anything besides "The Night Guy."
Anyway, my main job is to manage the dozens of websites and social media accounts he has to his name, make sure I get all the pretty little angles on his inbred-looking, spray-tanned face, and try to fix the spaghetti code so that the sites don't fall apart. And of course all the while i'm forced to listen to the most dead-brained lectures on whatever topic has gotten his attention. I tell you, i've heard malkavians on crack talk less than this guy.
Sure there's the occasional day where he's taking a "pupil" down to the casino where i'm left alone, and there's a minifridge here stocked with blood packs, but Caine almighty, every time he opens his mouth I can feel myself slipping.
If I were to give you some advice, don't learn how to use a computer. Or at the very least, don't let it be known to the old farts that you know. Then again, it could also be the fact they sent me here as a lesson for not killing a guy immediately, even though I had a hunch he had important information to give, AND I WAS RIGHT, """DAD."""
If you ever find yourself in Atlantic City (Even though I don't recommend it at all,) if you have a young ghoul that you want to donate i'd really appreciate it. I've had so many sad old men for dinner that my breath smells like whiskey, moth balls, and despair.

>>97405254
A little over two centuries.

>>97406212
I should introduce you to Scholar[I'm borrowing his account] Scholar's practically ancient in comparison but I do think you two would get along.-Kakophoni

>You're a very well mannered Tzimisce
How do you respond

>>97408593
I have no idea, I thought we were all polite as a clan.

>>97401263
Why did you reject me?

>>97410360
Both of us were young and foolish.
>>97406285
A Metuselah, then? Sure I wouldn't mind being acquainted with an ancient kindred, but what is it that makes you think we could get along so well? Is he an Autarkis, perchance?

>>97410380
You broke my heart.

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another night another thinblood thrown into the pit where the ancient horror lives
hopefully he will be sated soon since we are starting to run out and will have to start sacrificing members of the court soon

>>97410397
It's my second greatest regret - the greatest is failing to make a bigger difference during the Holocaust and not following my own advice about the Germans.
We hardly even had a language to communicate our feelings clearly back then, it's so easy now. How do I wish our eyes met during these young nights.

>>97410457
Bollocks! We had the language of generations of poets, philoshopers, artists, statesmen! Why is it that can't we start over?

>>97410477
Because I hurt you once, and I just know I will do something stupid like that again, when you least expect it - when I myself least expect it. This grief that haunts me every night is my punishment for failing you, and why would I want to add to our misery?
I want you to leave the kind of life where I won't be able to hurt you. Be happy, be happier. I never deserved you.

>>97410516
I want the one I can’t have.

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>pro-camarilla neonates
is there anything more embarrassing? atleast TRY to rebel and overthrow your elders just 1 time, like spend 50-100 years as an Anarch instead of just being a bootlicker from night 1

>>97410702
Reject modern nights, embrace the traditions.

I say that, but I'm only 38.

Second date report. Spoiled brunette Ventrue girl in her late teens or early 20s from Britain, she was a bitch, but the fun kind imo, and a fellow smoker. Her golden sequin dress was tasteless, but it paired nicely with my- I mean Assoluta's longer red velvet slit dress.
We browsed her massive collection of clothes and roasted each other's attempts at coords again and again.
>You think those shoes fit? They're canoes.
>Even mummies think that's passé
>Do I come across as the wife of a mobster? Well you're the wife of a cuckold.
>Opposite of Viagra out of ten.
>You look like a Masquerade violation.
>You wear that shite at a party in Elysium, you turn it into a lynching.
>No wonder you died.
I missed this kind of fun student spirit, or banter as she calls it, she had the right idea.
The pussy was good too, her experience was mostly from threesomes I think. She even refused a discount, I hope she calls me again.

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[Montane Layover] {Update 1}

>The sun is soon to set so I'll recount the prior night before I head out and start investigating
>Probably be myself to start as my roommate is hogging the blankets and grumbling
>Tramping out back into the mountains is always a pleasure, even if under these circumstances something was off.
>Can't explain it, but there was something in the air as we got close, a thickness to it that almost had a taste to it. Put Mèo-Mèo went on edge. Ended up having to carry her the last leg of the journey because when she panics she turns into a baby possum and climbs onto my back. Or she insists that so she didn't have to walk.
>Regardless, we got into Lavender's territory without much issue, although we were stalked on the way in, our tailing company didn't make a move.
>HalfSeeeing Eye was pleasant as always as was Lavender in settling things down, even if their abode is...
>Also difficult to describe, something about it and the surrounding grounds, including the Caern taste 'off.' Not regular Loup country things.
>And not just because I have serious questions about their late sire's taste in architecture.
>I also feel our presence has mildly disconcerted our other hosts. Both of the Blood and those things that aren't really physical. Hopefully we can avoid spooking their ghouls.
>Still, the Earth parted for me after the tour with kind offerings and I dug out our den without issue.
>Not the most comfortable soil I'll admit but the moment I got down the furs it was nice to be back. Bottom's crumbly almo
>ioh those are human bones

Starting like this huh?

>>97411233
> Lavender's territory
While H0T and Meo can literally hear it, I'm happy to inform the online audience that HSE has taken great offense to this description of our caern, and is currently pillaging my study for anything resembling regalia, to steal them and declare herself the chantry head or whatever the fuck. I don't have any regalia. I think she'll just end up stealing my clothes.

>I also feel our presence has mildly disconcerted our other hosts.
Jane and John Doe, which is what I'll call them until they stop being fucking hermits and start using the Internet, are very reclusive and last fifteen times we've had guests not from a small pre-determined list, like the two Nossies I mentioned a while ago, it were the uninvited sort of guests, ones who try to gut you. Jane and John will come around, give them a bit. Plus, my cat seems to like you and Meo both, and that's a ringing endorsement.

>Hopefully we can avoid spooking their ghouls.
They've seen a werewolf bite my face off, they'll be fine. Probably. Again, the cat likes you, and they trust the cat. If it helps, HSE's off-brand copy is exactly as much of a foul creature as she is, she's just also very paranoid, and the butler dude is really not much of a butler. He'll ease up once it becomes clear you aren't going to turn into a giant wolf-woman and start eating people.

>HalfSeeeing Eye was pleasant
Shockingly true.

>as always
[citation needed]

>And not just because I have serious questions about their late sire's taste in architecture.
I'm mildly convinced he specifically built the place unappealingly as to ward off Toreadors. We'll need a Toreador or two to verify that, and I'd send pics since we have a whole family online here, but we work hard enough to deanonymize, as-is.

>Starting like this huh?
Welcome to the sort-of chantry! We're glad to have you.

>>97401263
Freakiest thing you ever saw? Most unexplainable and strange, that kind of freaky.

>>97410380
he'd be interested in a caitiff gaining such a reputation as yours. -Kakophoni

>>97413441
>Freakiest thing you ever saw? Most unexplainable and strange, that kind of freaky.
Probably an Inquisitor, not the Catholic ones, I mean those with a capital I, they're black silhouettes who ask questions for some agenda no one knows.
What makes them "freaky", unexplainable and strange to me is not their shape or motives, but the fact that unlike most of the nonsense on this side of the Masquerade, they don't try to kill you or worse after you give them what they want. Such a bizarre, exotic behavior.
>>97413474
I see. I could tell him the story if he's so curious. I'll be in Elysium in New York City, look for the dark haired lady with a large frame hidden under even larger clothes from the end of the 19th century.
Once I could afford them, I rapidly grew fond of these kinds of dresses, because they could hide my body in a time when it wasn't considered socially acceptable, let alone beautiful, for a woman to look athletic and strong.

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How about this dress? Yes, I think I'll wear this one next.

I went to the NYC Elysium with Assoluta, I had no big important purpose besides filling in for a missing guitar player.

While driving me to the place, Assoluta had me practice some Japanese metal chord progressions, and reminded me most of those and J-rock's are actually rooted in jazz.
Another emergency lesson was: only punk by people who can't play an instrument, and the rawest of improvised black metal are really improvisational, but not "improvised" jazz, which is just improv composing with a structured framework.
Our free jazz duo became a quartet with her friend with the viola d'amore, and no other than the Toreador Primogen in Bridgeport in charge of the piano.

As if I didn't have enough pressure on me, they came.

In the blue corner, the superheroine with fangs, Revelation, in her dress pictured above and a mink-lined cloak on top from the same era.
In the red corner Venus, in the obligatory Furs, the white lion's mane coat.
The place got really quiet.
It's like a staredown out of a duel in a spaghetti Western, the tiniest curl on Rev's lips and a squint from mom, a gnawed tension between those two. Thick, uncomfortable. Only my cleverly disguised tune I stole from X Japan broke the silence.

They walked to the center of the dancefloor, and danced together for fifteen minutes like they had a century to rehearse and it was a fight to the death. The terror in me watching the venomous mix of love and hatred in their moves and auras are the reason I was never transfixed.

Venus and Revelation never spoke to each other tonight.

Later on, whenever anyone had questions or compliments for me, I simply hid in the shadow of Assoluta's hunter green mermaid gown and marble fox boa, and advertised myself as a student of hers, not even lying.
The Diva of House Venus would reveal she had no real need of me, her two fellow Toreadors were more than plenty to fill in for the missing player, and that she took my fear as payment for her red dress I've been wearing this week.

I AIN'T SMOKED ONCE TONIGHT
WHAT A HORRIBLE NIGHT TO HAVE A CURSE

>>97417186
>>97417198
Scarlet stops saying 'ain't' and smoking when she goes to Elysium? Assoluta did what me, uncle and Man of Florida never could.

Ah. Company.

>>97413441
Keep an eye on my Malk I'm gonna be a minute. Or a little longer. Should keep your 'visitors' out though. Just the one.

I hae finaly ganed enougj body movemnt to type
eferyting hurts. -Kakophoni

>>97419654
What happened to you?

>>97419709
fight between me and a 'sibling' -Kakophoni

Revelation is so hot, I see why Venus fell for her.

>>97419781
Sounds awful. I'm glad we ain't gonna fight that seriously in House Venus even when we argue.

>>97419860
>Revelation is so hot, I see why Venus fell for her.
Don't you dare! My love is pure! You understand nothing, fledgling!

>>97419863
Pure?

>>97419867
I hate you!

>>97417186
>danced together for fifteen minutes like they had a century to rehearse and it was a fight to the death
Let me guess, mom's hands were all over Revelation's body. I was about to mention how this remined me how in a Bollywood movie, characters would dance instead of having sex scenes.

>>97419878
Really?

>>97419878
Oh do shut up!

>>97418876
Gotcha. We'll be ready to step in if you'll need backup. Just say the word, or, well, scream the word, we'll be hitting the visitors with all we've got.

>>97417198
You ever try snus packets? It's all the nicotine that won't affect you much, with none of the aesthetic benefits of smoking.

>>97419860
>Sounds awful
We get really violent sometimes, it's why everyone in the manor is exceptionally proficient in Fortitude. Sometimes we go overboard, I still remember when two 'siblings' got into such a heated fight that one got thrown off a 20 story building, naturally the sibling lived through the fall and the double-knee drop from the top of said building by other sibling. At one point I tried intervening and got a car thrown at me which naturally led to me getting involved and by the end we all got thoroughly disciplined by Scholar. Speaking of which, I'm gonna crash at your place for a moment, just need someplace relatively quiet to relax for a second, the sibling I was fighting with destroyed a barrel of Scholar's whisky that was aging since it was barreled in 1779 and the manor is filled with yelling as Scholar chews out the sibling and the sheer volume is making my head ring like a bell in the vatican. -Kakophoni

You won't see kakophoni but he's in the darkest part of Venus' house as he recovers. A bottle of wine of a good vintage sits on the table in the entrance hall. tasting it reveals it's vitae infused wine so kindred can get drunk off it.

>>97419893
>You ever try snus packets? It's all the nicotine that won't affect you much, with none of the aesthetic benefits of smoking.
It's not mere nicotine I'm addicted to.
>>97419902
Should anyone ever find you they'll offer you a 3 year old Gewürztraminer from South Tyrol, which House Venus variously consider "the closest thing kine have to Fae wine", or the "I fuck at First date" wine, 12 year old Glenfiddich Scotch whiskey which is "old enough not to taste like liquid bread, and young enough not to taste like liquid barrel", and Mercury Lamp's red tea with a slice of her beloved Sicilian blood oranges.

I have to go to work now.

Next week's Elysium will ft. diddy ahh blud negative rizz tremmy harpy, ts is NOT tuff bro

>>97420198
maybe if you used your skibidi rizz you can get that tremere baddy to start bouncing on it

>>97419936
>It's not mere nicotine I'm addicted to.
I doubt you'd get anything from smoking anyways so why not try vaping? It makes bigger fluffier clouds than smoking with the added benefit that it doesn't stink to high heaven.

>>97421465
I could never adapt to vaping and I think it makes it obvious you're a fledgling. Pipes are unladylike imo.
Honestly my habit of smoking is kinda like sex in our family, it ain't "something vampires should be doing when we got vitae", but we do it anyway. Literally all I changed was adding a 30s style cigarette holder.
Some kindred who ain't ever smoked pick it up cuz offering cigs or a lighter to kine helps preying on them, and it simulates breathing in winter.
I fight the smell with vintage perfumes made when everyone chain-smoked indoors.
My last date smoked too and my first regular paypig after the embrace is a kine smoking fetishist, I used his tongue and cock as ashtrays last time.

I finished my first training in Fortitude.
Princess Charming put piercings on me, I felt pretty much nothing, then had Blue Fairy beat the pierced skin with a rhino hide riding crop. That shit can break a kine's bones, it hurts like a motherfucker.
I was like: "Was this necessary?" and they were like: "You already knew Fortitude, but the best teachers would always offer more wisdom than what the student asks for." In English this means they whipped me just for the hell of it, that's the wisdom you get in a mansion haunted by monsters that happen to be sadistic bitches or some shit - I should know, I am one of said monsters.
Later on I got my first Potence class with Tats, after much practice with an abandoned fridge, she wanted me to eject the piercings off my body by flexing. I told her they're under my skin at most, they ain't inserted in my abs. I'm so beautifully lost between Blue Fairy's "all is mind" and Tats' "all is muscle" and I don't know which one's more confusing.
I'm taking the piercings off for tomorrow night's date, without flexing.
>>97419902
>>97419936
Where Kakophoni's wine once was there is now a bottle of Gewürztraminer, which Scarlet cannot spell to save her life, a cute tiny barrel of Glenfiddich Scotch, a small metal box labeled 红茶 (hóngchá) containing tea leaves, and a red orange, there is no vitae in any of those, because House Venus doesn't know about any Prey Exclusion or other "allergies" or "intolerances."

>>97423401
When I am done with my chores, I'm taking you to the manor to properly teach you Fortitude and Potence, I must ask how good are you in a fight because I will be training you the way I was trained. -Kakophoni

I've been trying to massage one brain into another brain to make a larger, more intelligent brain but the subjects keep dying. I'm running out of mice. Also I keep losing folds which I think are important for intelligence as well so I keep ending up with a useless hunk of smoothbrain. Anyone ever tried this before and have any advice?

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>WE WANT YOU DEAD DEFILING KIN KILLERS AND LEACHES

>>97425461
It will never work without struggling cousin-cousin, 2 + 2 does not work in the realm of thoughts and thoughts, and kin-cousins don't want their things to think goodly. Try division, or better yet, the want of regicide.

>THE SKIN SHE WEARS IS NOT HERS AND MOCKERY IS HER GOD! WRETCH! WHORE! DEFILER!

>>97420198
You aren't very bright are you?

>Is she one of us? She doesn't feel like them. She smells of mildew and daydreams...

>>97419893
Can you look for her I think I'm loosing my mind she's in the woods in the mouth of the beast right where she wants to be and I'm worried her heart will start again and I'm really really worried I shouldn;t have said it sorry sorry sorry fuck

>Horrible little abomination, all hooks, no lines

>>97405787
Get out of that line of work, the middleman wants you out of the way.

>KILL-IT-KILL-IT-KILL-IT-KILL-IT-KILL-IT-KILL-IT-ITS-LISTENING-TO-US

>>97401263
The Kiss of life? How can you take it? How can you stop it?

>No thoughts, all hands, what a miserable creature

>>97425612
>Try division
Brilliant! I hadn't thought of manually adding more folds. I'll have to make myself a very tiny pair of hands for this experiment however. But like you say:
>It will never work without struggling
I'll have to study brains more. I've been treating them like clay but the chemistry is much more complex. Which part does what and how it all fits together. Knowing a hippocampus stores memories is insufficient compared to HOW a hippocampus stores memories.
Time for books! Yaaaaay! Books!

>>97425461
I'll do the recklessly irresponsible thing and ask Steve.

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>>97424972
The short answer is I fight like "a good kine, maybe."
The long answer's based on my assessment by Blue Fairy, Boy Toy and others.
Before the embrace:
- I had a high school athlete-like potential before the embrace
- I was in a good shape and rarely fell ill.
After the embrace:
- I can lift around 250 pounds.
- I could have a career in women's MMA and I'm an even better grappler.
- I could "pick off people for a living.", best with rifles.
- I may have survived the occasional street fight with weapons
- I have little difficulty finding prey from evening to evening.
- I can survive a night spent outside.
- I could pass as a registered general practicioner (I don't believe this).
- With Celerity my grace is just above what the best humans can do.
- With Princess Charming's Fortitude training I could maybe win a marathon right now.
I just need the foundations of Potence from you and Dementation from Cope and I go on with Venus' advanced training.

I legit don't think I can beat you in a fight, I've zero hope of surviving something like:
>I still remember when two 'siblings' got into such a heated fight that one got thrown off a 20 story building, naturally the sibling lived through the fall and the double-knee drop from the top of said building by other sibling
Much as I wanna see your manor, don't take me there if you're trying this stuff on me.
Here's her current character sheet

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>>97424972
>>97426548
Will I die before I know what Kakophoni looks like under all those shadows, I wonder...
For convenience's sake, I'm reposting Scarlet's picture and Princess Charming's physical description of her:

A striking and very saturated fiery ruby dye on top of natural red hair. She's mid-20s but looks much older due to smoking, and a mature look that reminds me of Monica Bellucci and Megan Fox. She has the latter's scowl but with a complex eye color: blue-green with gold flecks. Her many tattoos and piercings were gone in preparation for the embrace and as Assoluta noticed, she gained some kg of muscle, she could pass as a kickboxer now. Her voice and posing are just as tough and mean as anything about her. Practical wisdom (phronesis more than sophia) with a passion for evil. Pale. She's working hard to find a compromise between her metal music roots and her Toreador destiny, like wearing a black gown.
Update: She's just a couple centimeters shorter than Assoluta. Before her embrace, she was our #1 blood doll, and Boy Toy liked the flavor her vitae got from all the carboxyhemoglobin, he said her smoking habit gave her blood "the heat of a ripe, strong chile pepper." After the embrace she has an even stronger villainess appeal, I want her to do things to me. Her voice would sound like an alto even without all that smoking or training for metal singing. She favors vintage perfumes because they were designed when everyone was chainsmoking indoors - vanilla and incense are surprising ingredients you wouldn't expect from someone like her, but they go well with tobacco.

>>97425612
>The Kiss of life? How can you take it? How can you stop it?
My Fae expert said a Weisse Frau's blessing lets them give people invisible armor with a kiss, even stronger if they're preteens.
If you're looking for a way to transcend the vampiric condition, the Children of Osiris believe they know the way out, and those who seek Golconda are on the way through - or so they say.
Does this help your research?
>>97426548
>>97426569
Tread carefully, fledgling. Not every young vampire is as fortunate as I was back in those nights.

>>97426600
>If you're looking for a way to transcend the vampiric condition, the Children of Osiris believe they know the way out, and those who seek Golconda are on the way through - or so they say.
Uhm what is she talking about? In plain English?
>Tread carefully, fledgling. Not every young vampire is as fortunate as I was back in those nights.
I mean even Kakophoni had to be a fledgling at some point, maybe they ain't trained him with 20 story defenestrations right off the bat. I hope.

>>97426636
>Uhm what is she talking about? In plain English?
Golconda is like vampire Nirvana, it's a mental and spiritual state. Some say physical as well, letting you walk in daylight or eat human food. You have to be a very good person to get there.
That's all I know. I don't know what Children of Osiris are. Mummies maybe? I've heard mummies are real.

>>97378950
NO TIME
SO LITTLE TIME
HE IS ALMOST HERE
RUN RUN RUN
RUN RUN RUN

>>97426636
Heed the words of Revelation, my dear, and you'll come back in one piece. Why did you think I had you learn a Tzimisce (Antitribu)'s hospitality, when we've had our run-ins with the mainline Dragons?
>>97427427
Suppose someone is given the gift of immortality. Their first and last thought is to help you, a fellow immortal from a different lineage, become like kine again. For some reason they're supposed to know more than you how to become a mortal, but they've not become a mortal yet. They want you to somehow surpass them and die a human's death.
Would you trust them?
The Children of Osiris are the kindred equivalent of a suicide cult, and like all other suicide cults it preys on outcasts (the Caitiff), and leaves you wondering why hasn't the leadership offed themselves yet.
Then again, if you never heard of them, perhaps it is because they did finally achieve that objective. Who knows, or cares, at this point.

>Na huneii na eetz? Yakatol in na ganze as etz...

>>97427581
Already here, he was always here, brother-sister.

>KILLITKILLITKILLITKILLIT

>>97426600
I'm dead. I died a few years ago, and I don't know what will kill me next but I know I'll die again. Curse, gift, what's the difference? No- Focus. I am not seeking for myself but another, the flesh that warps, it imitates, closer in some ways to the Blush of Life but not- Not bidden or wanted.

She walks a path like humanity and unlike it, never seeking Golconda yet finding something like it. Something else. Something else.

It helps. Thank you. When you meet the tree again tell them I said hello! :)

>Aw the widdle leach- SHUT UP- You stop we've done nothing but- KILL

Boy Toy's notes on my third date left me puzzled. A Malk with no info on her condition?
I text Cope, who's like "My first thought is nymphomania, listed under Other Specified Sexual Dysfunction or in Impulse Control Disorders in the DSM. If not, she has the rest of the Manual."
There was a rented limo waiting for me outside the mansion. In there I met this chick with a scruffy as fuck midi haircut of three different colors in an intricate white babydoll.
I opened my black fox furs, and... surprise! There ain't nothing under there! Only my thighboots!
She showed me how to use Dementation to increase my lust and I returned the favor. All I can say is... damn.
I pity the poor man who drove us for a whole hour around Bridgeport, and had to focus on the road, while the Discovery Channel went live in the backseat.
To any guy reading this: do not listen to whoever said not to stick your dick in crazy! I'm gonna stick finger, tongue, toe and shadowy tentacle in crazy until she loves me! I think there was more of my makeup on her body than on my face when we were done.
Blue Fairy said she saw my afterglow without Auspex, she cracked me up.
>>97427616
>Why did you think I had you learn a Tzimisce (Antitribu)'s hospitality, when we've had our run-ins with the mainline Dragons?
To improve my small chances of survival in case of capture?

>>97417261
>Scarlet stops saying 'ain't' and smoking when she goes to Elysium? Assoluta did what me, uncle and Man of Florida never could.
Fear is the key.
Mother thinks pain is the best teacher, but I think it's fear. Pain has a certain... certainty, and a quantity to it, it lacks the boundless creativity of fear, which can make a monster out of a little mouse or bug and a villain out of a friend.
Pain is physical, fear is, for lack of a better word, metaphysical.
>>97427813
>She showed me how to use Dementation to increase my lust and I returned the favor. All I can say is... damn.
Mother must be proud.

>the Elysium got haunted AGAIN

>>97425612
>WE WANT YOU DEAD DEFILING KIN KILLERS AND LEACHES
Aren't our neighbors lovely.

>THE SKIN SHE WEARS IS NOT HERS AND MOCKERY IS HER GOD! WRETCH! WHORE! DEFILER!
Oh. Oh, that explains some things, if this means what I think it means. We'll have to try a little harder to commit a bigger insult than that. Not to wory, we definitely can, if need be, but, man.

>Can you look for her I think I'm loosing my mind she's in the woods in the mouth of the beast right where she wants to be and I'm worried her heart will start again and I'm really really worried I shouldn;t have said it sorry sorry sorry fuck
If you are utterly confident we must go find her, we will. Got our big hat friend scrying for it already, you can probably hear the cards scream, that's how hard she's working them. The air's practically crackling with maybes and could-be's over there.
The moment H0T needs it, we'll be already there, promise. Just keep a cool head, Meo. We want to walk a fine line, right? Let H0T work her magic, and yet be there if she needs us. Trust her, and trust yourself, and we'll trust you.

>>97427581
If anything shows up on our doorstep with evicting intent, I am fucking frying it. Had enough of laying around, dead-or-dying, seeing things I'd really rather not. Nobody's going to run.
Anything more specific, beyond an overall doom portent? And beyond it apparently always having been here, as Meo says?

>>97427686
>Na huneii na eetz? Yakatol in na ganze as etz...
Time to make John Doe regret he's a bit of a polyglot! Anybody here willing to decipher this before John can will be compensated with a Tremere favor appropriate to the value of the info itself.

>>97428434
They're always haunted. Frankly, you should be concerned if an Elysium is not haunted.

>>97427813
>To improve my small chances of survival in case of capture?
And what is your plan to survive House Scholar's manor, sweetheart?

>>97428516
Erm...Oh shit oh fuck- no wait, I got this!
Be pretty, polite and stick to Kakophoni like the shadow of his shadow's shadow. Right...

>>97423401
>I'm taking the piercings off for tomorrow night's date, without flexing.
Bitch-made. Figure this trick out, you'll thank me when somebody tries to bite you only to get their teeth broken off. Or stabs you with a holy water syringe, and you crush the needle.

>>97426548
>"a good kine, maybe."
Solid kine who's getting too high on her own fumes. That gets baby bats killed.

>I've zero hope of surviving something like: (sickest shit typed on this shithole site tonight)
With that sort of attitude? Zero hope. So after you master the art of lifting fridges, and the fine practice of punching them, we'll work on bending your attitude same way you'll be bending metal fridge frames: with punching the shit out of them.

>>97426636
>right off the bat
HA

>>97428547
>NOBLEEDGE IS A BITCH YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST
LOL
>Bitch-made. Figure this trick out, you'll thank me when somebody tries to bite you only to get their teeth broken off. Or stabs you with a holy water syringe, and you crush the needle.
That was the reason!? Ugh, fine I'm gonna practice that after Kakophoni's class...

>>97428596
>That was the reason!?
It's ONE reason.

The big picture though?

You're not human. You're BETTER, baby bat. You are a monster, so you better fucking fight like one. Let people think you're delusional, let them think you're telling yourself you're human and will fight like one, and then rip them apart.

Your skin is armor. Your muscles are steel cables. Your forehead is a hammer. Your sinews and guts are rope to strangle breathers with, your bones are clubs and pikes, your teeth are daggers, your piercings are makeshift shrapnel, your lungs and stomach can hold poison, or silver caltrops to surprise a werewolf who goes rabid and eats your insides. All that shit is close to Tzimisce kind of antics, but you can do it all without their brand of bullshit, and that makes people not expect you to rip a grenade out of your own chest.

To do all that, you've got to see yourself as a weapon, have zero hesitation. You've got to be strong, in your head and in your body. And step one for it is figuring out how to make your skin shoot out shrapnel, pellets, or piercings, through strength alone. Trains you for intense exertions of strength, too. Helpful all around.

>Ugh, fine I'm gonna practice that after Kakophoni's class...
Atta girl.

>Ave. Sumus filii Lupae Capitolinae.

>>97428511
I remember the first time I saw a werewolf. A little after I left Waterloo and drifted across the water. A face like murder staring at me from the woods and an hour of running and climbing to get away. Howling. Banging on windows trying to get inside. Change to our stasis. This isn't one of them. It's an echo. Shed hairs and rotten teeth.

>Your maker was a rat orphanling, carried by better men, seek the painter and RIP THEIR HEART FROM THEIR CHEST and then you shall have our blessings to burn this ABOMINATION TO THE GROUND

I'm it sure what it means. Been called worse though I think. By people I care for.

>Rutā be yeg, weroq. Ke chihr as yazdān.

I'm not sure that's the problem because when I let go I get to not exist and drift between everything I'm not and when I'm me I'm a monster and I don't like being that thing. I just- I know she's doing something she's done for years and I really really really really hate it. Because before it was just oh cool the Gangrel who lives out under all that was just doing what she did but now I don't want to go back to being alone.

The Thunder is calling me. I need to listen.

>SHUT UP THIER FLESHBAGSARE LURKING WE CANNOT TRUST IT

Dead tongues. Old tongues. Many tongues. I swear I heard it before.

>Semigweray gwana ton askk? Twir ovvir don ta banc ouer na dan sil ka, twiniga. Ashington. Grera seek. Coul es an- Bunjee? Shoulaksi Langlis.

>>97428739
>>97428596
Better, worse. Know yourself or the uncaring gravity will melt all the falsehoods down.

>Tweir gen croud de la cabanne, seenen gou!

Another mangled mangy werewolf was spotted just outside Highland Park in Brooklyn

>>97430031
Update: somebody fuckin ripped its head off and dusted it

>>97430035
Oops, my hand slipped.

Mouse brains are so small and hard to work with. Maybe I should switch to rats or try and lure some raccoons in. I don't really want to have to graft a set of tiny hands to myself to work on these. Especially since then I'd have to practice with said tiny hands for a long time before I could even begin to sculpt with them. Where would I put them? I thought of maybe grafting a whole mouse to one of my palms and using that, but ehhh... not very aesthetic... kinda really creepy too. I'm already a big enough creep from catching and killing so many field mice in my experiments.

>>97430344
Bro you can order them online. Just get a boa.
Or start on crickets which are even more inconspicuous. They hold together for longer periods and their material lets you meld them like computer parts.

I don't ever want to see another Tzi Raccoon dude that shit made me leave LA.

>>97426548
>Much as I wanna see your manor, don't take me there if you're trying this stuff on me.
don't worry, I am not going to do such a thing to you right out of the gate. though a practical test will be done to observe your grasp of it.
>>97426569
>Will I die before I know what Kakophoni looks like under all those shadows, I wonder...
you won't die, trust me. I'm not that careless nor apathetic.
>>97426636
>maybe they ain't trained him with 20 story defenestrations right off the bat. I hope.
they didn't, Scholar can be an absolute lunatic that regularly gets into fist-fights with werewolves for fun but he's not that mad. I just got a a degree from the University of Life, a diploma from the School of Hard Knocks, and three gold stars from the Kindergarten of Getting the Shit Kicked Out of Me. On a more serious note, I'm not subjecting you to the shit I was put through unless you ask me to.
>>97428544
You won't see much of the manor, only the training arena and for Potence I'll bring some Cauldron-Born, they are plenty durable and hard to break so you can go full force without guilt. If we're lucky then we might see the housecat, he's rather shy so it's a good sign if you see him.
note the cat is a jaguar and a big one at that, mostly muscle and Kakophoni will just talk to it like it's a tiny kitten and he'll probably pick it up like a housecat. He raised it from a newborn so it's like his child. As for the training it will be much more practical then whatever her other teachers tried, less fancy metaphors and more efficient instruction with a side of combat testing, Kak is not gonna let you be trained without having you put your skills to use properly to test it out. By the end you'll be much more capable than before. It's like military training, you'll be sore afterwards but it will work.

>>97430622
I don't know why I didn't think of the internet. Good place to get crickets too.
>I don't ever want to see another Tzi Raccoon dude that shit made me leave LA.
Don't worry, I'd put down my failed experiments rather than release them into the wild and ruin the masquerade.

>>97428511
ITS SCREAMING ITS SCREAMING

>>97431105
That's reassuring.
>If we're lucky then we might see the housecat, he's rather shy so it's a good sign if you see him.
A kitty! We ain't got a pet in our mansion, now that I think about it.

>>97432482
I have plenty of pets, my dear, they just walk on two legs.

>>97429009
>>Ave. Sumus filii Lupae Capitolinae.
>Hail, we are the sons of the Wolf of Capitlina

>>Rutā be yeg, weroq. Ke chihr as yazdān.
Beware Kinglings, we are the sons/race of the Gods

those are the ones i can translate and that is deeply concerning
perhaps it would be best to destroy that caern

>>97429009
Helpful as usual, thank you, Mèo-Mèo. HSE's going to bring you a special bracelet in a few - put it on, and don't take it off for long. Each bead on it, if thrown at something, turns into a huge cloud of silver mist. Won't help with echos, but should be handy if something alive and furry shows up.

>I don't want to go back to being alone.
You won't ever have to, we can promise that much.

>>97433975
The translation is appreciated, and will be compensated when we're in the condition to compensate people for aid. HSE can probably do a reading or two, she gives those out, anyways.

>perhaps it would be best to destroy that caern
See, that'd just piss off the wolves declaring themselves sons of Gods, or their still-alive relatives, or the things hanging in the air here, clinging to the caern, and it'd leave us without a defensible terrain in which all sorts of occult fuckery just works better than it does outside. As tempting as burning it all down may be, it's probably a bad idea.

>>97430041
Kept the head, by any chance?

>>97434541
are you not in the americas? those translations that i know are in late classic latin and middle persian, and if that is the case there is something worse going on here than meager disputes between the denizens a region.

something that should not be the product of a caern seizure. ghosts of the loupines rarely manifest like this unless a much graver affront has taken place.

have you any skeletons in your closet lavender?

>>97434847
We're in the Rockies, yes. There are remains of a pretty sizable wolf war-party scattered around the woods, from twenty-seven years back. The war party's visit, and subsequent annihilation of my sire and of the party, were entirely a problem out of my paygrade and overall league, so I've not really bothered to try and find out if any were from Italy, Persia or whatever the fuck, when things were on fire, and talking to corpsesn ever was my specialty. It's possible that some would be from those places, theoretically, it was a big war party. Though I am really not sure any wolves would be old or enough to just speak Latin or Persian. The visitors we've had since then were majority American wolves, I think. And, theoretically, there might've been other war parties before the big one, but, still, I'm unsure it'd be ghosts of wolves who died in the area.

>have you any skeletons in your closet lavender?
Circumstances of my life before my Embrace, and the Embrace itself, are kinda pathetic and unimportant in the grand scheme of things. I've spent every night of my unlife either doing my Sire's bidding, and being subjected to his more esoteric work, or cleaning up the results of his catastrophic fuck-ups, including him dying in that war-party raid. All the skeletons I have in my closet relate wholly to the caern and business in maintenance of my coterie's grip of it.

My Sire definitely had plenty skeletons in his closet though. Old Tremere, claimed to be really old, definitely well-traveled, and it's entirely possible that he's upset a lot of people all over the globe before getting to the Rockies, as he was, by his own admission, looking for a place as good as the caern for a long time. Wouldn't know for sure.

>ghosts of the loupines rarely manifest like this unless a much graver affront has taken place.
So just taking the Caern and killing wolves who keep trying to retake it isn't a big deal, relatively? What'd worse, inventing the combustion engine?

>>97434998
>Though I am really not sure any wolves would be old or enough to just speak Latin or Persian.
Well, Rome's founding myth involved two brothers who were raised by a She-Wolf. I bet Middle Persia had something similiarish. In fact..

>>97434541
>Kept the head, by any chance?
It turned to dust, it was the second abomination in New York.

>>97435058
Yep. Zororoaster was raised by a She-Wolf Stepmomma after being left on her doorstep by the Devs. This kind of thing is all over the place "My regions founder is a billy badass because he was raised by wolves."
How this figures into Werewolves in the Rocky Mountains, I can't say.

>>97434998
>So just taking the Caern and killing wolves who keep trying to retake it isn't a big deal, relatively? What'd worse, inventing the combustion engine?
take it from an elder who misses ottoman rule fledgling, you and your coterie kin are in over your head and if you cant see it this may well have claws within you. youve drawn agression from things that are archaic to me. they stopped using those languages since the eighth century in favour of greek and arabic.

but, as i see you are stubborn i will offer more tangential advice. those languages i cant identify they seem very 'creole.' you had your metis gangrel run off. get her. or else keep shaking that malkavian until she starts spitting out more tongues.

also, mailing address is at the náfplio metro, send it to the town hall and mark it for 'balkumath.' my people will pick it up. if you survive anyways.

>>97435058
>>97435087
the loupines were much more prevelent once in parts of the civilized world. ironically both before and after christianity came. it was only after the dark ages that the adversarial relationship we know came to be. back in those days, a rogue loupine could found a cult, lead an army, and he would be praised as a demigod. these both reek of those sorts of warrior spirits.

i miss those days. by the time i was embraced the turk was a mere ghazi lapdog.

>>97435083
Ah, yeah, right. A shame. Any differences in appearance from what the previous one was described as? I'm curious if it's a pair of freak incidents, or somebody's got a really leaky holding pen for experiments.

>>97435104
>if you cant see it this may well have claws within you
See, that's the problem. We very much are aware we're out of our depth, we've been aware since we saw our Sire get torn apart, because while I am quick to call him names, we're all aware he was a very dangerous, very old man.

But there's no way out we can immediately see. We stay, we keep on getting hit with bigger and bigger problems, up until we just can't manage it and get dusted, because we attract the attention of something awful enough, which may be the case, at this point. We leave, and the accumulated weight of our sire's fuck-ups, and our own, doesn't go away, we just lose whatever leverage the caern offers, and the power it certainly ofers. If you, experienced as you are, happen to confident ditching the place is the way to go, that's probably the case. But going with that still feels like actively choosing a horrible end over horror without end.

>you had your metis gangrel run off. get her
On it already. The usual trackers we'd use for this, a pair of nossies, are but we have methods, regardless.

>these both reek of those sorts of warrior spirits.
So we've fucked up enough to, what, exactly, have the lupines start calling on their ancestors, after the thunder-toucan last year didn't work out the way they wanted it to? Or those ancestors are manifesting on their own?

>also, mailing address is at the náfplio metro, send it to the town hall and mark it for 'balkumath.' my people will pick it up. if you survive anyways.
Gotcha. HSE's readings are usually done through the recipient asking questions, but she can do guideless ones. Expect a reading of broad nature, a narrow one, and a hyperspecific one of immediate use when you open the letter - whenever you open it.

>>97435551
>Ah, yeah, right. A shame. Any differences in appearance from what the previous one was described as? I'm curious if it's a pair of freak incidents, or somebody's got a really leaky holding pen for experiments.
I saw the picture by Mercury Lamp and read Blue Fairy's detailed description, and they matched this one too. This lends credence to these two abominations having a shared origin, and I have to say, the idea of artificial shifters made abominations through vitae that could also be artificial, or at least artificially injected in there, makes for a fascinating hypothesis.
I already called the Prince to see if they can find any leads.

>>97435551
>>97435590
To be exact, the injuries and asymmetries were different, yes, but the general idea of this sickly, misshapen and miserable vampire werewolf was identical. Same colors, including long lighter guard hair like a striped hyena. Even the exposed ribs looked nearly identical, save for a partially exposed sternum. It had more missing teeth, I assume it was due to fighting.

>>97435551
>But there's no way out we can immediately see. We stay, we keep on getting hit with bigger and bigger problems, up until we just can't manage it and get dusted, because we attract the attention of something awful enough, which may be the case, at this point. We leave, and the accumulated weight of our sire's fuck-ups, and our own, doesn't go away, we just lose whatever leverage the caern offers, and the power it certainly ofers. If you, experienced as you are, happen to confident ditching the place is the way to go, that's probably the case. But going with that still feels like actively choosing a horrible end over horror without end.

i remember i thought that, once. although we were dealing with the good old clan over in anatolia. we can't possibly run. were in too deep. we need to keep pushing and hold on because were at the centre of a story.

oh but i ran. and i was the only one the assamites didn't toss out into the noon.

>after the thunder-toucan last year didn't work out the way they wanted it to? Or those ancestors are manifesting on their own?
leave things long enough to rot and it doesn't matter.

damn browser autoupdating. back now.

>>97434541
>Res parva et mira. Sola es in hoc loco, puella, sine amicis. Fuge.

I-

>K'ASKUOUNTIK KAL XA MON!

The storm is angry. But not just at you because it's a part of you now.

>They aren't your friends without-skin-thing, they are servants of the shackled one who even now defiles us. Leave them to their doom. We don't want you.

God fucking dammit its all so knotted together I wanna throw up.

>SNAKE-IN-EYE! RELEASE US! THE BETRAYER WATCHES EVEN NOW! KILL THEM! BEFORE WE END YOU!

Keep the silver, you'll need it more than I. Throw first when the voices get loud and you won't do anything else you'll regret.

>Neibitz na fung go clavva ri wee un. Ye giwrie es essin va som ri dan anna shellemongh fou. Na rigga.

The Earth is calling. I can feel them all down there. You left them. We all made that mistake. But I'll pick up the pieces.

>Xwedayan? Çiqas ecêb.

If- when she comes back just have her dig for me. I'll be there. Promise.

>AND I SAW A FIELD OF CORPSES AND I SAW THEM UPROOTED, AND BOUND BENEATH THE MILLSTONE, THEY WERE CRUSHED TO DUST. THOSE WHO LIVED COULD NOT ESCAPE THE DEAD, AND THE DEAD COULD NOT ESCAPE THE LIVING, THOSE WHO HAD ORDERED THE DEAD, THOSE LIKE KINGS WITH THEIR WHEELS OF IRON CONTINUED. THEY, THE MONSTERS, WHO ORDERED ALL THINGS ALIVE AND NOT BOUND THEM THERE, AND WITHOUT GRACE, THEY WERE ENTRAPPED. UNTIL ALL THAT REMAINED WAS DESTROYED BY THE JUGGERNAUT AND WAS FORGOTTEN, OR SOUGHT THAT IMPOSSIBLE SIN FOR THOSE LIKE KINGS; AGAPE.

I'm almost there, I just need to placate and intensify this list of emotions and Cope will give me the Dementation initiate "diploma."
Is it true that Assoluta isn't actually acting on the opera stage, and her emotions are felt for real?
Assolutaaa~! Where are youuu~?

>>97438306
Nope nope nope you stay away from my mind.

>>97438313
Assoluta! Be a good girl, and help your youngest sister do her homework!
Or else.

GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

Ain't that loud? It scared me too. Right, turning of the smartwatch, the next is sadness!

Who the hell is screaming? Oh.
Damn.

Now that's what I call content, Cope and her chat are so gonna love this.

>>97438306
>isn't
She's beginning to believe
#TeamIsnt4ever
#DestroyAllAints

YOU'RE DUST YOU FUCKING CUUUUN
My own smartwatch picked Assoluta's rage up! Brutal.
Ok gonna turn this shit off too and save the best for last. More like, lust. I don't give a shit what anyone says, this is the best power ever and I'm gonna die on this hill.

You didn't have lust on the list, did you?

>>97438420
I love you too big sis!

>>97435590
>a fascinating hypothesis
HSE, with zero scrying done because she doesn't care enough, is theorizing the two abominations were the result of love blooming on ecoterrorism battlefield; young, stupid, perhaps banished from their tribes werewolves who fell in love with thinbloods, to tragic effect. It happening twice just makes it that much sadder, in her opinion.
That said, we once got contacted by almost-Kine who wanted to buy werewolves, werewolf parts, and our vitae. Maybe they stopped bothering with trying to buy ingredients and switched to making them instead.

>>97435627
>oh but i ran. and i was the only one the assamites didn't toss out into the noon.

You're really making flight seem like a good idea. Not going to do it without H0T, though, even if wanting to play hero for sure kills people.

>>97436525
>The storm is angry. But not just at you because it's a part of you now.
Part of me how, exactly? I got hit with lightning hard enough to get scars that won't go away, that it, by any chance, a lingering effect?

>If- when she comes back just have her dig for me. I'll be there. Promise.
We'll find her.

HSE's scrying refusing to work as it should, which is not quite normal and usually happens when she tries to scry for things she really shouldn't be - random Methuselahs the names of which she read somewhere, titles of spirits the wolves scream about a lot, et cetera. Not a good sign. It happens for inexplicable and outwardly not scary reasons, sometimes, clairvoyance isn't an exact science, but assuming benign causes right now would be reckless. I've called our 'chantry's every member in. Once we've got at least some reinforcements, we'll set up defences in the manor and head out to find H0T. That gives her a night or two more to come back on her own, or send out signals however she can.

If she's fine, playing mediator or investigator, all the better. If not, we'll blood-boil, thunder-strike and burn whatever holds her.

>>97439862
>young, stupid, perhaps banished from their tribes werewolves who fell in love with thinbloods, to tragic effect
Thinbloods already have trouble with embracing kine, embracing a werewolf should be nigh impossible for them.
However, nobody but a thinblood better understands the position as bottom of the food chain and I can see one looking for ways to increase their combat capabilities by taking extreme, desperate measures. I know this because back in the day my blood was rather "thin", I've been there, I know their rage, frustration and pain.

Which leads us to a revision of this hypothesis, namely a Thinblood Alchemy, perhaps mixed with contemporary biology, and developed to overcome their limitations in terms of embracing werewolves.
Coincidentally I remember Boy Toy and Blue Fairy having violent encounters with the NY thinbloods - and surprise surprise, the Bronx was were the first abomination was found.
With The Devil Wears Me's 2.5 million dollar car on the line, if this hypothesis is correct, this may very well be the biggest bounty on a thin blood in history.

>>97440003
The play for a thinblood dealing with lower gen licks who are throwing their weight around isn't turning yourself into a shitty werelick-by-night. Heck, it ain't even Diablerie. It's using your comparative lack of vampiric weaknesses to your advantage. It doesn't add up unless a third party is involved.

>>97440788
I meant less: "thinbloods want to be werewolves" and more like: "thinbloods research ways to use werewolves as a weapons", weapons against other kindred, or lupines, either of which would also happen to be enemies of the werewolves before this embrace.
If a third party is involved, it could either be, say, an Anarch like those infesting the Bronx, or a seriously "third" party, meaning somebody this side of the Masquerade that is neither kindred nor lupine...
Does anybody have any better idea for the identity, or even just the motive, of somebody who might be interested in using abominations to stage what look like "terrorist attacks"?

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[Montane Layover, Update 2]

Alright so I've 'requisitioned' this PDA so I can finally communicate as soon as I get a damn signal.
Recaping in the worse case scenario.

>After getting settled down at the Trem base, before I could bring up the human bones (which, REALLY feel we glossed over) we had company
>Trio of Loups, not sure how Lavender and Half-Seeing usually deal with them but I don't think they expected me to run through their legs and spank them on the rump
>Suffice to say I spent a good while running, trying to get one of these Loups alone
>Biggest mercifully gave up after the first night, second one I managed to incapacitate with an old bear trap & cliff, doubt it did any lasting harm
>The third one though? Held on for three nights and I managed to tire them out long enough to bring down a tree on them
>Admittedly, didn't know what to do until I heard him muttering in the Onondowahgah
>Feel kind of bad about pretending to be one of his ancestors (probably not but who knows) but I was able to get him to give up and give some insight
>Spun a web about a grand conspiracy about vampires getting them massacred at the Caern that they're still trying to avenge. On both the Trems and for some reason a 'glistening moonthief.' Which, were I to guess is something pertaining to old Tori rivals
>Promised the kid I'd deal with the problem and for him to send word that the other Wentikooi and the Uktena that the debt will be avenged
>Honestly throwing some Tori rat to the wolves should suffice if they aren't already gotten, but we'll also need to restore the Caern as this is a Croyhatoon site. Which, honestly, can't even fault them too much on. As sacred a grudge as it gets.
>Also, getting out realized there's more going on here. The air feels different in a way like there's more... Colour. Something's wrong near that manor
>Heading back there soon as I can, although I'm pretty sure there's wormcomers nearby
>H0T out
>Should I change that name?
>Nah, be confusing

>>97441808
Ah, there we go. Did all my securities and forgot to change the PC Name.
Let's see what I missed...

>>97419893
>Sorry that took so long. I though there was just the one but.. Well you can see it for yourself.

>>97425612
Mo chridhe you don't need to ask about that. Be in soon.

>>97427686
>Na huneii na eetz? Yakatol in na ganze as etz...
That's a little out of the wheelhouse. Oslodenne? Thought that was from up by Slave Lake. Can't translate it and I'm pretty sure it's extinct.
Sorry I was late.

>>97428739
We are what we make ourselves. Less monster these days, more fur sucker for myself.

>>97429009
Oh. Fuck, quick and dirty translations because that's actually just Orcasbungee, still know it well enough from my time in Manitoba.
>Semigweray gwana ton askk? Twir ovvir don ta banc ouer na dan sil ka, twiniga. Ashington. Grera seek. Coul es an- Bunjee? Shoulaksi Langlis.
Why even bother asking? You there over on the upper bank of this miserable river, "Chinese." Ashington, there you seek. Do you understand... Bungee? Or is it English alone?

>Tweir gen croud de la cabanne, seenen gou!
More french influence; You, stay out of the house, it's death!
Coming.

>>97436525
>Latin
>A small an wonderfuling thing, you are alone here, girl, without friends, run

>???
Think that's Mayan and not happy.

>Neibitz na fung go clavva ri wee un. Ye giwrie es essin va som ri dan anna shellemongh fou. Na rigga.
Stay out of the... "Walls" ? Small bat'un. Your girlf- isn't coming back out of the shell-forest right. Not soon.
Bite me.

Please be safe.

>>97439862
Lavender. I'll be back in a few hours. We've got a LOT to talk about.
Apologies. Wrangling Loups isn't easy.

Hello, new Kin on the block here.
My fellow bloodsuckers, I was wondering, are there any things I should watch out for when I go feeding or wander out at night to look out for? When would I be at my weakest and most vulnerable in particular? These nights are dark and dangerous, and I want to live a long, healthy unlife here after all!

>>97441808
Oh thank God you're fine. Nearly went down to our basement to wake up a project me and a sibling have been tinkering on. Good thing we didn't quite get to it, we're yet to build in an off-switch that isn't blowing up the fucking thing.

>the human bones (which, REALLY feel we glossed over)
Purely technically speaking a whole lot of places are built on top of human bones. It's entirely normal.

>not sure how Lavender and Half-Seeing usually deal with them
Our typical modus operandi is to spot a werewolf, either a lone one, which is far as we know odd for werewolves but what can you do, or a group spying on us, invite them to diplomatic talks, get attacked instantly, and retreat towards our minefields of traps and such while hitting the wolves with all we've got. It works. Until somebody forgets to put a coaster over a cup of coffee, or something, and I find a really big, really angry, really on-fire-and-lightning werewolf in my study.

>Honestly throwing some Tori rat to the wolves should suffice if they aren't already gotten
Far as we know, the primary culprit for the massacre they're presumably unhappy with died during it. Kind of comes with the territory of using mind-altering disciplines on a huge force of shifters.
I guess it's plausible that it was a puppet flesh-shaped to look like the real deal, but I'm not betting on those.

>Croyhatoon
No clue what that is, but I've not really studied werewolf tribes beyond what they can do to somebody, some of their social dynamics, and how to kill them. We'll need a bit of your blood and an oath when you get back, should let you inside what's left of our sire's on-site library, see what he's got on the subject. Not one of us studied all of his records in their entirety, especially outside of our immediately-practical fields.

>>97441815
>Apologies. Wrangling Loups isn't easy.
Listen, you've got more actual useful information out of them in three nights than we did in twenty-seven years, give or take. I'm somewhat exaggerating, probably, but this still feels like a breakthrough, so we're immensely thankful.
Beyond that we're just glad to see that you're alive and well.

>>97441779
>Does anybody have any better idea for the identity, or even just the motive, of somebody who might be interested in using abominations to stage what look like "terrorist attacks"?
Just spitballing here, buuut.
A Pentex subsidiary working with hunters, or working as hunters. They buy, make, or capture abominations, potentially from a fellow subsidiary, then release them in places where they want to increase demand for their services, as to get more cash and more influence. Could even be a Pentex op to increase the appeal of some otherwise regular hunter organization, purely to have a bigger, organically grown enterprise to sink their claws into later. You and Venus's childer wiping the abominations before whoever they were meant for could do that somewhat sabotages the plan, but if they're actually doing a scheme this hare-brained, they'd internally accept a high rate of missed releases.

>>97443338
Don't hunt near Olive Gardens, garlic drives us mad and Kine who eat there reek of it. Why, if somebody threw some garlic in your face, you'd be paralyzed in disgust and hatred.

>>97443338
greetings hunter, my kind are usually weakest at the moment of feeding as the ecstasy of it consumes them. I would recommend you look in the night clubs for anyone that is not drinking.

I was about to write a long-winded rant on how cringe this date was, wondering how the fuck did my late boyfriend I filled in for put up with this kine woman, and so on. Fuck it, I'll do it anyway.
She ain't able to bear children, and is obsessed with roleplaying the motherhood she ain't ever gonna have, but with none of the fun stuff: no petplay, no SM, no sex, no strap-on, no Venus in Furs-tier theatrics, no breast-feeding, no body worship, nothing! Bitch wouldn't even kiss me! When I reached for her mouth with my lips she turned her face to the side.
Literal hell on earth. I was losing it.
I was like: "Mommy would you love me if I smoked, became a metal music artist, wore real leather and furs, and was a promiscuous degenerate whore?" She smiled and said: "I will always love you no matter what."
Mother-non-fucker, can we please do one single thing in this cold lonely night? You hired my services, I'm here, can't you at least touch me? Fucking pat my head! Hug me, you cunt!
In the end the bitch dumped 20k on me, praised me for being "the rebellious red-headed stepchild she always wanted", and wanted to schedule another date. I am so gonna to hear those same exact words from Venus when she finds out how much I earned tonight.
What the fuck am I doing with my life.

>>97444002
You are the obedient red-headed stepchild I always wanted.

>>97444009
And with that I'm out of cigarettes.

>>97443368
Don't the Sabbat have contacts in Pentex?

>Return to the burrow
>Look for my cat
>Now absolutely filled with human bones, cat has stripped, covered in mud, and is glowing as she mutters in tongues
>None of which are happy and boy there's a lot of them
Least you're safe as you can be. Can't wait to spend the day sorting this mess out.

>>97443353
>>97443368
>It's entirely normal.
Two left hands in a ditch sink isn't normal to begin with. Now? Brother there was a massacre here at some point. No wonder the Cat is loosing it.

If you're not going to snap out of it I'll do the rites myself.

>I guess it's plausible that it was a puppet flesh-shaped to look like the real deal, but I'm not betting on those.
You're a Trem, you should know what some elders do to get an edge. Hell, I wouldn't even trust your own sire isn't certainly deceased with the stains left here.

>No clue what that is, but I've not really studied werewolf tribes beyond what they can do to somebody, some of their social dynamics, and how to kill them.
Then let me enlighten you. There were three great tribes in the West; Wentiko, Ukte, and the Croyhatoon. The Croy sacrificed themselves a long while back to stave off the Hungry God that is their great enemy. Ukte and Wentiko have a lot of bad blood with other tribes that came from the Old World, and for basically every sane loup a Croy Caern is the ultimate sacred space. We don't even have anything comparable to that.

>We'll need a bit of your blood and an oath when you get back, should let you inside what's left of our sire's on-site library, see what he's got on the subject.
I'll- think about it. Am oath like that is weighty. And there's some things that need me first.

Still, glad you're all in one piece.

>>97443338
Trust your instincts and keep many safe places. Make friends, don't expose your ass and don't be an ass.
Just because your heart stopped doesn't mean you're divorced from the land of the living.

>>97445169
Sometimes they call it "our corporation."

>>97444002
>20k
>What the fuck am I doing with my life.
Making bank hand over fist apparently. How do I get in on this racket?

In other news I bought some big fat feeder rats and a box of crickets at a pet store in Winnipeg. Thankfully it's still winter so the sun goes down at 5:30 and gives me time to drive into the city, do my business before they close at 10, and drive back. I'll need to get a human ghoul soon as spring is approaching.

Now lets see how big of a brain I can make.

>>97447037
Bein a Torie able to 'flip the switch' gets you places
Which is why I just blackmail the people who ride them with nasti photos
Everybody else needs to make do unless youre a blue blood whose got an epstein in his back pocket

hm. Rat.

Well that was interesting. Some overweight man attempted to confuse me by first throwing salt on the ground, then garlic in my face. I believe he was also trying to chant something in Latin but his pronunciation was beyond horrible. He'd even made a necklace of the garlic. I did not quite feel like killing him, regardless, rather I can even sympathize with his desire outstripping his ability, to a certain degree. But. You know? He had rather poor security I must say, not even a passcode in fact! Still, I quite remember my days at University when coding was still a burgeoning thing, and I must admit I think most Kine techies are quite rubbish these days.

I suppose this is my fault. I am so dreadfully bad at not sticking my nose where it doesn't belong, and then I become so terribly habitual. I can only assume that this encounter was a warning to stop getting invested in other Kindred's business. Alas! Still, this small gadget is quite the boon, I think. I had to go off the grid some years ago, well, decades, but I have already disabled the tracking features with surprising ease, maybe I should keep this device? Well, the night is still young, I could always drop it in the harbor, I do prefer the wireless set over the internet, still. It's far more personable than these words on a screen, I can hardly see the colors of typed print over spoken word. Either way I think I shall keep the name. It is too funny to change, don't you think?

We've got the arena to ourselves now, I'll grab Scarlet when she's ready for training

>>97446506
It's unlikely to be a Sabbat/Pentex joint op, if it was the scale would be far greater than two fuzzy wuzzy werelicks. Unless Boy Toy had the poor luck of being a proof of concept of one hell of a new Shovelhead doctrine. Which I can't rule out, because it did kill Boy Toy, disrupted house Venus in general and unlike a punk shovelhead getting lucky, it doesn't leave a troublesome new rival to tend to. Yessir. There are Cainites who would look at the results and he mighty tempted. >>97447037
Ghoul? My lick, just use DoorDash. You can bite the driver too. It's how I survived lockdown.

>>97448110
I'm in a very rural location, DoorDash doesn't deliver out here.

>>97448110
>calling a Door Dash to your location
Apologies, I have been playing with these applications, and it seems like basically all of them require your location. Even just the silly games. Why would you do the work of the netcrawlers by logging your address into a database for them, exactly? You must be either brave, or quite suicidal.

>>97445169
The nature of Pentex is that everybody has contacts in Pentex. They just often don't realize it's Pentex.

>>97445247
>Two left hands in a ditch sink isn't normal to begin with.
Ones in the ditch sink in the first floor kitchen are for ritualistic purposes, and mostly ethically sourced. Not my wheelhouse specifically, concern John Doe for it, he's the one who likes to sew things together.

>Now? Brother there was a massacre here at some point.
Depends on your definition of 'massacre'. It was essentially a one-handed slaughter of our siblings, ghouls and other retainers of our Sire, then a more even fight once the element of surprise was spent, then a rout of the shifter war-party following our Sire and his Toreador rival both eating shit in their own ways, and the war-party suffering from intense mind control withdrawal effects. I wasn't very adept in combat back then, so I've seen little of it. Jane Doe's the oldest sibling in the building tonight, and, thanks to her talents for the Lure of Flames, she was pretty instrumental to us surviving the massacre, she should know specifics. Feel free to interrogate her, she's not so cagey as to be useless.

Jane's got a combination of somewhat-low Humanity, making her easier to influence as a vessel, with more intense attention from her tied Incarnae spirit of Fire; it is as straightforward and obvious as a forest fire, wanting dead werewolves because it's one of the angriest at Ukte, Wentiko and Old World tribes for their failures. It's not Wyrmish whatsoever, just extremely pissed. It's especially angry since a werewolf it gave boons to recently attacked and ate shit, and didn't even die as a result. By comparison, Lavender's Thunder Bird is also angry, but wants to test the wolves, the unspoken, vague threat to wolves it kinda wants to convey being 'if you fuckers don't step up, I'll abandon you and try to make eco-warriors out of leeches'. All in all, Jane's not going to be very cagey about how many people she burned alive for attacking her family, once H0T gets past her regular Tremere paranoia.

>>97445247
>>97448959
>You're a Trem, you should know what some elders do to get an edge. Hell, I wouldn't even trust your own sire isn't certainly deceased with the stains left here.
We're reasonably confident both are dead; in a lot of cases, upon the death of the master in a Blood Bond, the servant can feel that something very wrong just happened. We definitely felt something, and quickly lost all Blood Bond-caused tolerances for our Sire's antics. He still could've faked this, sure, but I don't see the point of just remaining in hiding, after that. I guess he could've concocted some sort of resurrective immortality scheme, only for it to malfunction, leave him stuck beneath the caern, a half-formed abomination? Or he just decided to cut ties with the caern, restart things elsewhere while leaving us as bait for his enemies. We've not seen anything to suggest he's around, all in all.

The Toreador puppeteer we're less confident about, but the thing we saw die did cut through our Sire's war-things like nothing, and gave him a lot of trouble afterwards, before she got torn apart just as he did. I suppose it's possible she's still out there, as nobody came after us seeking revenge for her, and nobody gets to that age without a lot of friends. I'm by default going with that both really are dead, leaving the situation a runaway mess with nobody who started it, besides the spirits and maybe a few older werewolves, around, but either of the two elders being alive would be pretty funky too. Go for it if you have a good idea for it.

>[enlightenment]
Oh. Oh, yes, that I supose would explain why every time we try to strike a bargain with werewolves they take it as a great insult and try to eat us.

>I'll- think about it. Am oath like that is weighty. And there's some things that need me first.
Take your time. It's not a big oath, just a formality required to make the library not try to melt your eyes.

>>97447093
>Bein a Torie able to 'flip the switch' gets you places
>>97447037
>Making bank hand over fist apparently. How do I get in on this racket?
Our Matriarch and sire is a professional dominatrix for kindred. She had, and still has, tons of things to teach us, but there is more to what House Venus calls a 'date' than being a costly sex worker.
You see, one night a young yakuza man sought my services even though he's gay. His elder brother was killed by an enemy gang, and showing up at a funeral without a female companion in front of his highly conservative family, who LARP as samurai, was effectively social suicide.
I may have not been his companion for real, but you see, my tears, that his grandpa praised so much, were not an act.
When Assoluta looks away in disgust, when Scarlet cringes in frustration at not being able to be physically intimate with last night's "Mommy", when our mom beats an Ancilla with an industrial steel cable, none of this is fake, none of this is an act.
Any other vampire in our shoes would use lies, theft, Disciplines and their own vitae. We don't. We don't have to. We don't want to. Because this is not a get rich quick scheme, and we can build a relationship of trust with our clients.
In this business, a woman's trash is another's treasure. Scarlet's first and most loyal paypig is a smoking fetishist who pestered me before I hooked him up with her, the actual smoker.
Scarlet's latest five dates were originally scheduled by and for Boy Toy, mom called those former clients and used her shrewdness to get Scarlet to fill in for him, even though she's a girl.
On this side of the Masquerade there are kindred and kine willing to pay to experience certain things, and there are so many things you can do with a beautiful lady besides the missionary position.
The secret art in what we do is not acting, it's not emotional labor, it's not sex, it's not professional domination, it's not even smiling: it's obtaining clients and keeping them happy.

Boy Toy was supposed to teach this total beginner kine lady how to be a dominatrix? She didn't even know only a woman can do that, ain't no wonder she jumped at the opportunity! I brought our three biggest masochists among our staff and did my best impression of Venus in Furs. Now I get it why she loves to pass her wisdom to the new generations, it feels very nostalgic. The subs' input and feedback is also fundamental.
>>97447919
Come, Kakophoni. All that is left on my list is Potence.
I'm ready.

>>97448959
Christ, just fucking noticed this. One-sided* slaughter. Too much talk of severed hands.

>>97447218
>I have already disabled the tracking features with surprising ease
You almost certainly missed all sorts of deep-level stuff because it's not designed to be easily, or at all, removeable. I suggest you bring the phone to a Nossie. Last few times I've seen people do that the Nossies didn't even charge anything for tearing out spyware, they just were giddy at getting to avoid future headaches when some dipshit Fledgling ends up transmitting the coordinates to the Prince's Haven by bringing his phone and snapping some geolocation-enabled selfies in the bar.

>>97448715
If by 'netcrawlers' you specifically mean broadly-Kine institutions and hunter organizations, the non-pathetic and tiny ones already kind-of have the information on nearly every property and nearly every active member of modern society. There's just such an absurd vastness of data being gathered that we already can be theoretically tracked through discrepancies in it. But 'theoretically possible' and 'factually possible given limits of funding, staffing, sabotage by Nossies and so on' are two different things, old man. Ultimately, unless you get unlucky or do something that gets you flagged by algorithms spying out oddities, or get scryed by a clairvoyant, or just act recklessly, you'll probably be fine. Especially if you order from a company owned by a Pentex subsidiary, they don't give a shit and probably go out of their way to let vampires eat their workers. Or if you have your ghoul order stuff, or ghoul somebody at the delivery company to let you know when a driver's coming near you.

>>97448959
>>97448985
>Finished off what Mèo-Mèo started and currently my cozy little hole is half French Catacomb
>Goodness gracious that's a lot of bones

>Ones in the ditch sink in the first floor kitchen are for ritualistic purposes, and mostly ethically sourced.
I should elaborate. You know that ditch you have near the tree-line? Most of the den I dug out is under there, the 'sink' is the layer of soil where heavy run-off 'sinks' hence the terminology.

Which... Egh. I didn't even notice those other bones when I was inside.

>Depends on your definition of 'massacre'.
Looks like there were two. One that was delivered upon you and another paid in return. I won't fault you for it but unless this is resolved we're stuck with the latter continuing on until the first is finished.

>Jane Doe's the oldest sibling in the building tonight, and, thanks to her talents for the Lure of Flames, she was pretty instrumental to us surviving the massacre, she should know specifics. Feel free to interrogate her, she's not so cagey as to be useless.
Maybe. I'd like to get both Jon and Jane on the horn at some point. Though Jon I just want one of my skirts fixed. My old sewing kit was slain back in Marquette.

>We're reasonably confident both are dead; in a lot of cases, upon the death of the master in a Blood Bond, the servant can feel that something very wrong just happened. We definitely felt something, and quickly lost all Blood Bond-caused tolerances for our Sire's antics.
If that's the case then I'll just assume my nerves is getting the better of me. If you're on the fringes of polite society I'm outside it and sensitive to the antics of web-spinners. Even if they're dead, the stink of a conflict of two bastard elders has left a wound here. A part of them might as well remain with the rotten hole they've left.

>>97450890
>Oh. Oh, yes, that I suppose would explain why every time we try to strike a bargain with werewolves they take it as a great insult and try to eat us.
It's also why I imagine this site has been the centre of so much weird activity. And why the spirit has been... Odd. Your late sire aside this whole place is in a limbo and the Animkiig- Thunderbird- has probably been seeking anything to end the limbo. Even influenced the cat. And maybe- Hm.

That can be managed but that's for the future. Eyes on the prey, not the far shore...

I have an idea.

Let's deal with several birds by way of one stone. Are you familiar with the Mourning Wars of the Ongweh'onweh? Or- Guess the modern term is Iroquois. One of the more useful voices speaking through my Cat has advised a way to consider the matter 'resolved' with a consolation ceremony. If you'd be willing to try it and aren't all adverse to a little fire. And ash on the skin. To lift at least some of the shadows from this place.

It would help me get over my worry about oaths, and be a gesture towards ending this goes a long way.

Think on it, but not too long otherwise I'm going to start laying out rites for these Loups.

Personally I prefer the sires out of the way, but H0T is just deeply paranoid. For reference, one of her old neighbours Quebec habitually was fucked over by her sire for almost two hundred years until he was got in the Sabbat incursion up north. It's only recently with Vegas and Seattle where she's had some decently positive. And this is with sects overall. Hectata, Anarchs, Sabbat, Camarilla.

>>97448715
Most people don't recognize the danger until it's much too late. Net bans make sense for many elders when you remember most of us operate at a surface level understanding of our tech. Same hand though you can get away with a lot of shit until someone cares to report.

>>97447037
Winter is a wonderful time of year isn't it?

>>97450893
>Winter is a wonderful time of year isn't it?
Indeed, I've always liked winter even since I was a kine. -40C windchills are the perfect excuse to stay inside and play video games. Not seeing the sun doesn't bother me at all, I was and am a true basement dweller. Only problem is now that I don't feel the cold I sometimes stay out too long and lose a toe or two to frostbite. Glad they grow back!

>>97449032
That's a lot of work you all do. I don't think I could manage. I'm just surprised at how much money these people have to pay for your services. $20k is like a third of what I'd make in an entire year at my old day job when I was alive. In American too that's even more money than I could imagine making in a single evening. I can see why a lot of other Tzimisce turn themselves into cute girls and guys.

>>97450213
Oh balderdash, I taught my "Nossie" friend half of what he knows, and I daresay I still know more than he does despite his best efforts besides. Still it is always good to get a second opinion. You know I never bothered to get a ghoul? I just found it, ah, unnecessary. But then I've always been the type to do my own homework.

>>97450893
You only need to slip up a single time, you know? I did once, and I am far more careful now after such a close call. Though I will fully admit I find most Elder bans quite nonsensical and misinformed regardless. I certainly would not trust them with a PDA, and my exit from the world wide web was caused by an unrelated affair anyways.

>>97451256
>I don't think I could manage. I'm just surprised at how much money these people have to pay for your services. $20k is like a third of what I'd make in an entire year at my old day job when I was alive. In American too that's even more money than I could imagine making in a single evening.
Some kindred are willing to pay much more than twenty thousand dollars to experience completely new things, or to reminisce some phases of their mortal days, usually early, and to feel alive once again. A blue blooded girl paid Scarlet to play dress-up and trade insults. In our world, where there are few monsters and humans you could call your friends, and everyone is judging you and going out of their way to screw you over, the ladies of House Venus can offer a helping hand, a supply to this demand.
How much would the average neonate, Ancilla or Elder be willing to pay to feel once more the gentle warmth of the sun, the same exact way a kine does?
Mother Venus once said: "Nostalgia is our second Beast." We may not send you in a permanent state of remission, but we can still care for you.
>I can see why a lot of other Tzimisce turn themselves into cute girls and guys.
Clearly there is so much more that can be done with fleshcrafting besides creating monsters.

>>97450890
>I should elaborate. You know that ditch you have near the tree-line? Most of the den I dug out is under there, the 'sink' is the layer of soil where heavy run-off 'sinks' hence the terminology.

Gehhh. This explains why we've had issues with scavenging animals, long ago. Figured they were scouts or something.

>Maybe. I'd like to get both Jon and Jane on the horn at some point. Though Jon I just want one of my skirts fixed.

I'll be typing this up with them watching, as to let them see SchreckNet, see a complete lack of strange mind-control frequences or whatever the fuck these two freaks suspect it to output, and maybe make them use the laptops I gifted them.

They've protested my description of them but are asking to relay some things. John says that he's, technically, more focused on sewing and stitching flesh, not fabric, but he's just shy and a liar because he's the one who makes enchanted items of clothing when we need some. He says he'll happily fix your skirt, and is offering to add rituals to it, if you're interested in getting an ace up your sleeve. Or skirt.

Jane helpfully informs that she'll detail it more once she bites the bullet and makes an account tonight or tomorrow night, but for now she's willing to say that the massacres amount to well over a hundred people died the night of the two massacres. Really unsure what she counts as 'people'; our servants are included, probably. Our Sire had a lot; regular manor servants, a few families which had been with him for long, ritual hands, messengers, general-purpose ghouls, companions, blood bags, some locals as hunters, trappers and enforcers...

She also says she, personally:
>Fried two wolves until they were ash, to make sure they don't get up
>Burned a lot of them not fatally, including apparently blasting a raven shifter out of the sky
>'Incinerating dozens of their fleeing sycophants, lest they think we will forgive and forget'

>>97450893
>Mourning Wars of the Ongweh'onweh
Absolutely no clue up until now, and from what I'm seeing online they featured adopting a captive as to replace a lost one, as a possible outcome. I'll remain open-minded, but I'm not sure where this is going, if it isn't to me putting on a wolf pelt and seeing how long it takes the nearest tribe to realize I'm not a were-poodle.

>If you'd be willing to try it and aren't all adverse to a little fire. And ash on the skin. To lift at least some of the shadows from this place.
Until last autumn I was incidentally very adverse towards even a little fire, but the 'Animkiig' first made me run through a burning forest to get to safety, and then some time later a werewolf punched me with fire and hit me with lightning that felt like fire. After all this, and my torpor, I'm actually somehow less spooked by flames.

Which is starting to feel like it was intentional, in some almost Malk-adjacent way.

God, from being the puppet of one absurdly old, powerful motherfucker, to being the puppet of something even older and seemingly more powerful. UGHHHHHHhHhHhHhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHh

But, yeah, I'll try your ceremony.

>>97451353
Ooh, new face, new face. Hey, old guy, want a tarot reading? First few are free. Pick a subject, or subjects, or perhaps ask a question, your preference there.

>>97451843
HAHA THE BITCH AUDIBLY GROANED

Then the sires are dead, no problem. Far as what the ceremony and the library could start leading to, since there would be the Sire's study and notes the Trems just can't see, I'm going for something like this. It's half-spitballed together, so, pretty adjustible. Lavender and his siblings were taken in on basis of some modest compatibility with the caern spirits. A personality resonating with the spirit as the start - Lavender is a stubborn little bitch - amplified by specific actions, and frequent exposure to the caern. Obviously, Incarnae normally don't even exactly interact with non-Kinfolk people, much less give them Gifts, but they still could observe people, and that's exactly what the Sire exploited, turning it into a more solid tie through a form of Path of Spirit Manipulation. Maybe it grafts the person and the spirit together, or forms a pact, or turns the person into a living Fetish of sorts. Less a shake-Lavender-for-a-thunderbolt kind, more, channeling a certain bit of the patron spirit's strength to aid with Paths and strenghten their effects. Lavender and company would know what's up with them if not for the mental blocks. Spirits themselves would be fairly conflicted about this, all in all. They obviously don't like having their power be sapped to feed vampires, but they also don't like how the Garou performed, don't talk to the ghosts, and still kind of like the people who the leeches once were. There's this wistful sadness about these somewhat-promising humans getting corrupted on their watch, sorta. There's also enough of Lavender's old self left in him, same for HSE and the rest, and they generally kept away from outright aiding the Wyrm, or damaging the caern. So they're shitty, but not provocatively so.

>>97452125
Hmm. Tarot readings? How unscientific. Unless you are merely using that as a medium to cloak your own calculations, then again, the infection takes many forms. Why not? Perhaps you can help me discern my latest jaunt which has been reoccurring, it is quite the pickle! And the last time I had such dense premonitions the situation got a bit sticky.

I stand in an alleyway, the only way back through darkness, toward, a blinding light that will surely overwhelm me. To choose either is to choose an end, whether mine or another’s I do not know. A cat beckons me through a portal, its eyes not its own. Though it does not speak, I can taste the deceit running through its call. Within lies a field of flowers, pale and white and beautiful like a fresh corpse, inside I can taste freedom, but I also smell something fetid and wrong. There is a pattern I cannot seize, each time the field is different, but the same.

I also keep having another dream in which I wake up, and all of this was a dream, and I have breakfast with my wife! Of course, no matter how real the bacon tastes she has been dead since before the Yanks got off the Gold Standard so I always wake up once I recall that.

>>97451682
>>97451843
Guess I expected those numbers. Considering the material I'm stuck with.
I swear if the Latin dickhead is just one of your sire's retainer's fucking with us I'll reach through the veil myself to feed him to the concrete...

Besides the point. The ritual isn't so much the standard purpose of the mourning wars as it is a peace making rite. Mourning wars were just the middle stage of a process. Offensive; into Conflict; into Resolution. We mostly know it from the back end when these conflicts escalated into existential scatterings, but that's history. What matters for us is a Ritual of Consolation. A formal peace-making rite for when enough bodies have been taken and Equilibrium is needed. Ending hostilities between aggrieved clans when it is clear no victor can emerge.

Not between you and the Animkiig, that's its own beast. Haven't been able to use the cat for it and considering her current state I'm not testing anything there. Primarily between you and the shadows. Declaring an end to both massacres.

I'll add, this doesn't just involve you, it requires the whole clan. Half-Seeing, Jane and Jon. Even the ghouls. Formally ending what those old dead freaks roped you all. A fresh slate, or as much as we can secure so Mèo-Mèo can fully serve as your pythoness.

After, when most of those voices disperse we can focus on hashing out something with Feathers and the remaining Loups. How that looks I'm not certain, and it depends on what you want out of the future. You don't need to be a puppet and the spirit doesn't need a thrall.

Hey, worse comes to worse your clan can join me in carving a Neo-Neo-Constantinople out of Sabbat held Winnipeg, How's that sound?

>>97452125
We all need to give it a try. Even old weird pyrophilliacs.

If you're in you're free to de-rail, but the peace-making ceremony is a way to calm things down enough to the point Mèo can serve as close to a direct conduit for LL and the Incarnae as viable.

>>97451453
>Clearly there is so much more that can be done with fleshcrafting besides creating monsters.
Obligatory, "We're all monsters, some are just prettier than others."

Don't worry though I'm not into body horror. Have you heard of Pokémon? It's a portmanteau of "pocket monster". Cutest little monsters humanity could imagine, and the reason I bought so many rats and crickets. I'm trying to make a bunch of really cute, really smart szlachta to serve as sentries and scouts on the edges of my property. I just hope they impress my sire the next time they visit, provided I can get these brains to meld without killing them. The crickets so far are promising, they really do just slap together like computer parts as >>97430622 says.

This is all a little embarrassing to admit. I hope it's not cringe. Everyone else is dealing with life-and-death situations, doing high society things, angst, ennui, loss, while I'm holed up in my rural basement making freaking Pokémon and hiding from the Sabbat and werewolves.

>>97452602
>Have you heard of Pokémon? It's a portmanteau of "pocket monster".
I repeated this verbatim to Scarlet and Blue Fairy, and for some reason they will not stop laughing.

>>97452673
Prepare for trouble!

>>97452673
>>97452753
Make it double!

>>97452602
So long as you're a good caretaker to your works? It's not the worst thing in the world.
I spent decades effectively doing much less in digging deep to avoid attracting similar attention. Picking up things only because they wandered into my path.
Careful with the crickets brains though, they aren't the brightest things.

>>97452753
>>97452765
And you definitely don't need to worry about Cringei with Toridorks around.

>>97452517
>carving a Neo-Neo-Constantinople out of Sabbat held Winnipeg
Well hey if you lot did that I wouldn't have to live an hour and a half outside of town. Though my sire did warn me never to trust a Tremere. I'm young and dumb though so I've got an excuse, I'd back you all up if you give me a gun.

>>97452673
>>97452753
>>97452765
Okay that made me smile and chuckle. Thank you.

>>97452775
>Careful with the crickets brains though, they aren't the brightest things.
Noted. Their brains are such a weird shape too. Nothing like a mammals. Maybe I can get away with making an organic Beowulf cluster out of them.

>And you definitely don't need to worry about Cringei with Toridorks around.
I love other dorks. Probably why I tolerate the Tremere when I'm told I really shouldn't.

>>97452776
A gun isn't going to matter much nïa in a war like that, though I appreciate the sentiment.
And your sire isn't entirely wrong, Trems have a gongshow history that stepped on everyone's toes. Especially other Trems. I'm more willing to extend hands to people who find themselves outside their big silly triangle.

Suppose I've got to actually plan for 'Winnapeg Boogaloo.' Considering the first time I met my Malk she was muttering about that, maybe it was inevitable. I'll keep you in the loop on it.

Still down the road though, and I'm elbow deep in thunder-puppet rump right now.

THE FUCK IS HAPPENING IN THE NORTH BRONX
IT'S FULL OF NYPD, ESS-4, ICE AND OTHER AGENCIES'S VEHICLES
NEVER DONE A 180 SO FAST
I SEE THE LIGHTS GOING OUT IN MY REAR VIEW MIRRORS
I'M NOT WAITING TO HEAR THE FIRST SHOT I'M FUCKING OFF
I AM SO DONE WITH THIS SHITHOLE
CAN WE GO HOME
AND I DON'T MEAN BRIDGEPORT
I MEAN HOME
FUCK

i dont know if its a pogrom or the second inquisition or a new holocaust someone save ussssssssss

Thinbloods spotted a dozen men in riot gear carrying military-grade weapons in Wakefield, Bronx, NY

Be advised. Reinforcements are on their way. Seek cover. Lay low. You are not alone.

Bloody brilliant. A crackdown that happens to strike thinbloods, Anarchs and assorted outcasts in a low-middle class New York area, as if this city had never seen that screenplay before.
>>97453870
Ooh, the cavalry is arriving? Now this is making me cold and bothered. I wish the internet didn't have that conveniently timed outage so I could see the good news unfold in real time, from many angles.

And, Scarlet? Be a good lassie and let Mommy take a sip off of your Scotch bonnet-like vitae, like we did in the good old nights, will you?
Not like I'd ever be bound to your fruity and spicy juice...

I am bathing in the blood of the guilty.

>>97454069
We should have picked "Retribution" for your nickname. I pray I never become your enemy.

I'm back. Time to hug mom and her lynx coat extra tight.
I can't wait for tomorrow's news trying to sell the kine's asses getting kicked by Rev and her "coterie" as some sort of triumphant counter-terrorist operation, with stock footage from 10 years ago married to AI generated stories.

>>97449065
>I'm ready.
Without warning shadows envelope Scarlet and when they fade she's in an arena with a tall shadow-covered figure standing before her with only it's piercing purple eyes visible. The previously mention Jaguar is by his side while 5 individuals stand behind him like statues. The training for both Potence and Fortitude begins.... Scarlet will get breaks to chat on here.

>>97454205
Wow that's a big kitty you have! So what's the plan for tonight, o inscrutable friendly darkness?
Scarlet was expecting to be transported to the manor so she's wearing grey digital camo operator pants with kneepads, a white T-shirt and fingerless armored gloves. She stretches and cracks her dead joints.

>>97454243
combat testing.
Kakophoni and the Jaguar teleport to the sidelines while one of the stationary figures comes to life and charges Scarlet. The training begins.

>>97454243
Scarlet was pretending to be distracted by talking to her smartwatch, she moves so the strongest light source is behind her, projects obtenebration on the assailant's face to impede its vision and goes for the Dutch kickboxing combination Boy Toy taught her: right cross to the head, left punch on the liver, right low kick.
If her plan to slow down the attacker works she'd stop moving and combine Obfuscate and Obtenebration to hide before making her next move.
If the Cauldron-Born (?) doesn't stop, she'll make it the hard way, with a clinch.
Scarlet has an excited and determined look on her face.

I should note the figures are both Cauldron-Born and pretty damn indestructible due to their inbuilt Fortitude and blood magic, nigh unkillable so they'd just keep coming after her. This is mostly a test to see how well Scarlet fights. One by one the figures come to life and join the fight. The lessons are given as she's fighting. Also I'm not gonna do a play by play of the fight or training but it's gonna be brutal through and through as House Scholar tends to go overboard. May include some lessons on using a Gladius which is a hold over from Scholar. By the end Scarlet's exhausted but does learn a good amount on Potence and Fortitude as well as getting more practice with Obtenebration as well. After a long night, Kakophoni deposits Scarlet back in her room at Venus Manor.

>>97454481
Thanks man- FUCKING HELL... SHIT HURTS...
Using speech-to-text... I'm home and... in one piece, mostly... I still ain't seen... OW OW OWWW THIS IS BAD... what Kakophoni looks like... under the shadows...
Anyway the key is... where I'd shift... HNNNG my body weight... to shift the vitae too... like borrowing... more strength... than I have... I think I get it now... Speaking of... I need blood... NOW
It's fine it's almost 3 am here. It was going to be just as exhausting for me as it is for her to do a play by play lol, I just wanted to type out something cool just to show Scarlet's inter-Disciplinary fighting instincts work, and where Kakophoni could introduce his wisdom.
Scarlet may be more talented and used to abuse than the usual fledgling, even so her excitement became frustration as she realized she couldn't really hurt the Cauldron-Borns as she assumed.
The Beast tried to take over three times, less than she expected.
Our redhead tried, and mostly failed, to downplay and dissimulate her pain and injuries until she was home. She was quickly welcomed by Venus in Furs' and Blue Fairy's knowing, proud smiles, and a servant's external jugular vein. Scarlet was then princess carried to her bed by her Wasian sister.

>>97454611
It's gonna hurt for a while. Get some rest Scarlet, you'll need it. -Kakophoni

>>97452397
My cards are special! They're both a way to focus my own scrying, and a tool of scrying onto themselves, and most often are quite right. Interpreting them is the hard part.

Let's draw a card for each major element of your dream, and see what they say.

>The alleyway?
The Moon - Upright. Illusion; fear; intuition.
>The options - to stand still, to go forward, to go back?
The World - Reversed. Incompletion; suspension; stagnation.
>The cat?
Page of Wands - Reversed. Lethargy; misdirection or lack of directon entirely; dire need for reassessment.
>The field of flowers?
Four of Wands - Upright. Sanctuary; beauty; happy peace.
>The rotten freedom?
Page of Cups - Reversed. Escapism; addictive poison; disappointment of some sort. A disputed card at best of times, so there's some variance.
>The wife?
King of Pentacles - Upright. Nurture and care; provision of wealth and comfort; security.

I'll go for a grounded, practical read, feel free to make up your own. That's how the cards are to be treated.

The alleyway, its confinement, its conditions are an illusion, a very clear metaphor for your undeath. One end is turning into a Wight, another is embracing the afterlife, whatever it may be. The options seem deadly because they are, and because you miss on some sort of extra ways out of this situation, or are missing crucial information. The cat could be a deceptive trickster, leading you astray with that whole portal thing; the allure of apathy, choosing to simply be, to spiral in on yourself.

The field is perfect, because it is deathly still; it is stasis. The cat is a trickster leading you to the same sort of reward most Kindred seek. But the top of the hill is the same for whoever climbs to it, however they do so.

Your soul, body and mind claw against the confines of the alleyway, wanting to go back to the better times. The times your nourishment came with no parasitism, and you had the warmth of a hearth and a heart, to cling onto.

>>97452517
>Not between you and the Animkiig, that's its own beast.
Still deeply concerned that there is apparently anything at all between me and the Animkiig!

>I'll add, this doesn't just involve you, it requires the whole clan. Half-Seeing, Jane and Jon. Even the ghouls.
Ah, okay. The whole clan, if it even includes ghouls who were around during the massacre, would be a total of four more Tremere and two Nosferatu. The Trems will arrive separately; two should be here tomorrow night, give or take, we've called them in as reinforcements earlier, then one more was going to show up a night or two later, and one we're yet to reach, but she'll probably be here before the week's over, even given that. She's got her little ways. The Nosferatu we can't contact at all, but we are literally talking on a Nossie-owned network, they'll probably find out we need them before long, and could already be here. Keep an eye for fur hats and rotten faces. The Trems will bring their ghouls, so that should be every single survivor who didn't get attritioned away over time. Think we should drag in ghouls made after the massacres, or Childer? Nobody currently in the manor has any of the latter, far as I'm aware, but just in case.

>it depends on what you want out of the future. You don't need to be a puppet and the spirit doesn't need a thrall.
Honestly, I'm not sure spiritual thralldom is the worst option possible. Our current stiuation is not great whatsoever, but getting hunted down by the Pyramid once we are no longer in fuck-off nowhere werewolf country woul be not great either. Carving out a litle empire in Winnipeg could be a fine option, especially as a way to put a lot of bodies between ourselves and a Pyramid-loyal army. Plus, we'd actually, finally, be free of strings, as free as Kindred get.
Something to discuss as a family, I suppose, once they're all here.
Yeah I'm fully aboard, no complaints, a peace-making ceremony makes perfect sense.

The Prince on NY or anyone from her staff aren't answering mom's calls.
The Brujah Primogen in Bridgeport, Tats' friend of a friend and other contacts independently sent me links to live streams from Seton Falls Park and other areas of the North Bronx.
The one in the park seems to be the original, it has Revelation giving a speech while sitting on top of a demolished cop car with "FUCK THE" crudely painted in red in front of the NYPD logo. She is just wearing a leotard and her huge body is covered in dry blood she didn't even bother to lick. She is surrounded by what look like her coterie and a small army of younger kindred wearing (stolen?) riot gear. One of the coterie was taking care of the injured which are being brought in with a stolen ESS-4 vehicle repurposed as ambulance.
The other livestreams are from other corners of the Bronx where kindred are watching the one from the park.
All the contacts said the internet, power and so on are still unavailable and the kine authorities aren't letting anyone in, they don't quite understand how this is happening, but it is.
In her own words, Revelation has effectively installed herself as the "Neither Baron nor Thinblood Primogen" of North Bronx.

>>97456390
>In her own words, Revelation has effectively installed herself as the "Neither Baron nor Thinblood Primogen" of North Bronx.
WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING!?

>>97456394
Justice.

>>97456394
Seemingly less a Masquerade violation and more an incineration of it over a blood feud. The Prince of Bridgeport has been made aware, and I am presuming he made my grand-Sire aware, just in case a Ventrue of his caliber would somehow miss this.
The night will be long and painful, hopefully only for people with jurisdiction over and ties to the city of New York.

>>97456434
This is New York we're talking about, and already in Anarch territory. Calling the NYC Camarilla weak is a gross understatement, I have childer who are older than some Primogens.
I bet the Prince is thinking: "If we make her a martyr right now we lose the half the clans in a single night, then the rest of the city within a month, and that's assuming Revelation, Risen Demon and the rest don't tear us a new one first thing in the evening. Why don't we write a compelling narrative, how about 'Is this AI?'"
Or maybe it's just the tried and true: "That doesn't concern us." Any excuse is valid as long as they doesn't have to think too hard.
I wouldn't know how, but in the end Revelation might really get away with this bollocks. My blood is boiling right now.
>>97456398
YOU PIECE OF SHIT IF YOU ESTABLISH A NEW CARTHAGE IN THE MIDDLE ah I need a drink

>>97456492
How's your vacation going?

>>97456513
YOU FUCKING CUNT

Since Venus had just danced with Revelation in Elysium of all places and times, we should expect everybody and their mother knocking on our door in search of information - information we'd be more than eager to share right now, if only the Prince of New York would pick up that זבל phone!
Wonderful.

Princess Charming hasn't come back yet and isn't answering either, my hope is that the older Ventrue had enough and sent her to Europe, and that's the best care scenario.

Somebody finally answered mother's call, she put it on speaker, an obviously recorded message from the Prince recited: "We're currently negotiati-". Mom crushed the device, spat blood and yelled something blasphemous in Italian.
We continued to watch the livestream. After Revelation's speech was done, her coterie, or maybe pack, came really close to the camera.
This Risen Demon chick read this post >>97456579 out loud and they all laughed. She said, again in a mocking tone: "Dear stupid little whores, you share even one iota of information on us, we return the favor. We have everything: what you are, where your buddies live, the size of your clients' balls. Go on and tell Daddy, what could go wrong? I'll tell you: we burn your shitty mansion to the ground down to the last animal hair strand while Daddy himself has you suck werewolf dick."
The camera then moved back and forth towards the crotch of a white guy who sung Why Can't We Be Friends by Smash Mouth, then turned into a roaring lupine. More laughter.

It's over.

I'm just waiting for Scarlet to recover enough to be transportable, or our final deaths, whichever comes first.

Right. Okay. Terrific. I visit a place with no access to most mobile service, for but a few hours, come back, and things are yet more on fire. For once not in Bridgeport, but the trajectory, and the Venusian doom-posting, appear to suggest that that can easily change very soon.

Any current or future guests of our city happen to be interested in explaining, clearly, what's happened? Consider it a matter of courtesy, so that when there's an inevitable reaction and around twenty hunters for each one of us, prowing the streets of Bridgeport, we'll at least know what and who to blame.

>>97456982
Fucking Christ, what* happened.
This will be a long night.
>>97452602
>I'm holed up in my rural basement making freaking Pokémon and hiding from the Sabbat and werewolves.

There are many, many nights I envy you, along with envying others who get to lead your sort of life.
If I am still alive and well by the time you refine the process, I think I'd be interested in commissioning one of your more fluffy creations as a gift to somebody. It's not a specific application of fleshcraft I've seen many Tzimisce dabble into. The most creation-prone one I've ever met preferred her adorable little creatures to be hairless, bald like that horrid living crown of hers, or with 'hair' of guts and such.

>>97456982
Here's what happened. I'm a true Clanless vampire from the Netherlands who lived over two centuries with friends in high (Ventrue) places. Unlike many of my acquaintances, I sympathize with the plight of the marginalized communities of kindred in NYC, who cyclically get targeted by the Second Inquisition dressed as regular and special police officers - officers who never go after richer immortals and neighborhoods, for reasons you can easily imagine.
I stopped one such state-sanctioned pogrom with my allies, and decided I was no longer going to be a bystander, an observer: I have descended from the skyscrapers where not even God dares to tread, so I could dwell among the people, my people, Caitiffs and thinbloods like the one I once was.
The Prince may have not been the most gracious in regards to my people, especially those in territories claimed by the Anarchs such as the Bronx, but seems wise and forward-thinking enough not to challenge my authority or allies, the Prince is quite unlike the human horde of suicidal irrelevancies I just massacred.
As to my longer term goals, it's to unite outcasts from all walks of life, be them kindred, mortals or others, and let them finally live without fear. I want to create a new, better community, one worth living in.
Tell your masters to mind their own business, and they will see said business grow, as I have no plans for the city of Bridgeport.

>>97456122
>Still deeply concerned that there is apparently anything at all between me and the Animkiig!
There's worse fates. Before my Malk left Marquette a lot of her episodes came out of the Thing under the town. Your... Affinity, let's call it. Far less likely to make you stare at a lake until you almost fry.

>Think we should drag in ghouls made after the massacres, or Childer? Nobody currently in the manor has any of the latter, far as I'm aware, but just in case.
Better to get everyone. Even if you weren't around for it, an unobsolved stain can fall on you.

>Something to discuss as a family, I suppose, once they're all here.
Not the worst plan. Truth is I need to figure things out with the cat. Once she's able to speak for herself in the present tense. See if we want to continue our tour or if it's time to consider something more permanent.

>>97456982
We couldn't warn the "competent" authorities in NYC in time, when we tried we were met with silence from the side of the Camarilla, and threats from Revelation's own side.
I cannot predict how the kine are going to react to those massive losses they had from Revelation.

I need Scarlet in a better shape before I leave the city with her.
It goes without saying my childer are free to say goodbye at any one moment.
I would do everything I did all over again. I will always love you, my childer.

>>97456982
People, most likely kindred, might suspect mom is an ally to Revelation and chase us.
>>97457276
No! I don't want to leave!

>>97457309
You can stay with me but we're not going to live in Bridgeport anymore.

>>97457201
Abstaining from approaching Bridgeport is a wise decision. Conducting such a high-visibility campaign of violence and disorder, seemingly violating most Traditions along the way, is anything but wise, and not the sort of behavior appreciated or accepted in our city. We appreciate you choosing to steer clear of our city, and we suggest you maintain your distance, as you and your allies are currently not welcome.
An invitation may be issued if the Sire of my Sire decides to visit.

>>97457309
I've personally little intent to do so, at the very least because you and yours have been slaughtering Thinbloods and the Revelation's suicidal cause seems to center around caring for them. I cannot speak for the Prince, his Sire, or other authorities.

>>97457319
That's your choice. Your stay was appreciated, and, currently, I am unsure me and my coterie, or anybody else, will be ordered to do anything against you. That sort of action would be rash, both because we're yet to have any evidence you collaborated with Revelation on this, and because somebody just made it so every hunter organization on the continent is likely to be looking at the East Coast.

Why is Mommy crying?

>>97457453
Because I'm a bad mommy and all of you deserved better.

To hell with this, I'm staking my poor Scarlet and we're going to Man of Florida's palace this very instant, then we'll fuck off to another continent.
>>97457392
>somebody just made it so every hunter organization on the continent is likely to be looking at the East Coast.
All I want to say is: when the hunters gather in New York in even larger numbers, and Revelation is nowhere to be seen, I wouldn't want to be among the "somebody else" they find.

>>97457201
>As to my longer term goals, it's to unite outcasts from all walks of life, be them kindred, mortals or others, and let them finally live without fear. I want to create a new, better community, one worth living in.
Word of advice. You don't create that community. You cultivate it, growing it in the people who live there, in each of them. Those of the Blood and not have failed to learn this lesson over and over again. Heed it.

Else you'll repeat the cycle as perpetrator or be crushed beneath the wheel of history.

>>97457705
Revelation is taking the piss and doesn't believe a single word of what you quoted: her loyalty is with the champagne socialists at most, never with the downtrodden.
Everyone, please, do not trust her.

>>97457798
Can I freeze this bitch's bank accounts yet?

>>97457862
Too impatient. Savor the chaos.