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an Elysium of unsurpassed splendor. Beneath, something sinister lurks...
Neuromortis The shriek goes up, followed by instant rebuttal from various sections of the Hall. "Tasteless swine! Your art lies in rutting with the Caern--" Still another "ART?!?! Unabashed poseur, suckler of talentless whoremongers--" Another "Poseurs cannot RHYME, malcontented fetus! Retreat into thy sire's rotten womb!" The denizens of the bustling bar have resumed their easy toil... It seems as though a riot may ensue as cat-calls and heated words abound... ------------------ The sleep of reason breeds
monsters. Vash How odd... it was such a plesant place just a few moments ago and now it looks as if it might de-evolve in to another back alley brawl. *Vash shrugs his shoulders, settles back into his chair and then closes his eyes, smiling, blissfully ignoring the termoil* Nikodemus Voracia "Not Toreador." A wink. Feral flash of teeth. Drumming of fingers on tabletop. "Monsieur?" She addresses M. Vash: "It's Portuguese." ------------------ Altiriel Twice-Born There are ways. ------------------ GothicHeresy Tasteful? Yes, this place is tasteful. Those of us who bear the mark of Caine's sin must surely feel out of place in here. But, in truth, is it any different in the shining palaces of the Princes? Maybe not. Emerging from the darkness, the form -- such as it is -- coalesces. Walking toward Elijah's seat, an expression of curiosity upon its so-called face, he speaks: Hunter... may I ask you a question? >>Szandor, Clan Nosferatu Vash Silly me... I thought it was Esperanto. *Hears the crash from the kichen and turns around. He scratches his head and shrugs* I guess he found the backdoor... *Makes his way over to a couch and sits down, doing his best to stay out of the way of the crowd* OldanVisuce *A figure of a nine foot slavering beast, best described as a Werewolf lunges to the floor, apparently coming from nowhere, to salivate over Larson. "Ahhhhhh, Kindred flesh, its been a long time, LEECH." Then the image promptly vanishes, replaced by a blurring figure doing acrobatic flips into the place formerly held by the Crinos form ILLUSION. He appears to be wearing flowing, gypsy-style garments, topped off with a leather jacket. The man has the slim hardworn face attributed to the life of a gypsy. No facial hair as is customary, but the long black hair not unusual to his kind.* *in a thick Romanian accent* Was good, no? Big scary monster, eh? The boogie-man to all Kindred. Permit me to introduce myself. My name is Oldan Visuce, entertainer,entrepreneur, and of course gentleman. *makes a lewd tongue gesture in Lilith's direction* Don't all of you think you are far too serious. Mr. BigToughGuy that wants to be Mr. BigShotRulingWorld. Have you not died once already, why go on reliving a wasted, lifeless, uhhhh unlife? We have been given a second chance to uhhhh live. Would you like to buy Rolex? *opens up his leather jacket to display about a dozen and a half of sparkly watches* Only $50, is good watch. Gold. Lifetime guarentee for additional $50. Good buy, yes? No? you dont want watch. Bah! What a fool, is 24 karat gold. You pay $5000 for watch like this in jewelry shop. *one of the watches drops to the floor and shatters* Whoops, defective model, must talk to supplier. See, good reason to get guarantee with your new watch. Never have to buy new watch as long as you... uh live. *sigh* Alright, fine no watch for you. You mean guy anyway, being Sabbat and all. *makes an illusion for all to see of Oldan giving Larson a wedgie* *Looks at Jules* Someone looks like they could use Brand New Bridge! Have title right here, you business clan like real-estate, right? Real deal, only $5000. Is toll bridge in Romania. Make thousands of Turkish Leira a week. *frowns* Of course is real bridge, you think Oldan lie? You hurt my gypsy honor and pride! A gypsy lie? Bah! You big American business men think you know everything. You dont know of the LEGENDARY honor of the gypsies? *Looks at Szandor* I dont think you soooo ugly. In fact, you pretty to my eyes. *Proceeds to pinch Szandor's cheeks* Youu sooo cuuuuute. No smell good, but cute anyway. *Sits down in a booth by himself and says to no one in particular* Maaaaybe sound strange, but Oldan is wondering, Just where the Hell am I? One night I am Roaming thru Detroit with gypsies, I go to sleep for day, I wake up, am in new city and gypsies nowhere to be found. Just me, my ghoul and a Winnebago. I find Elysium, and BOOM! here is Oldan. But where is here? *Makes illusions of flashing neon signs for all to see. One above Larson that says "Ooooooh, SCARY" One above Jules that says "High Strung". And one above Szandor that says "Don't hate me cuz I'm Beautiful" GothicHeresy ... pretty slick. Uh, nothing personal, but, ahhh... dodn't you guys get eaten not too long ago? Or was that just a rumor? >>Szandor, Clan Nosferatu Elijah Robert Marks ------------------ GothicHeresy I understand that you hunted Kindred before your Embrace, correct? This was from... a sense of revenge, maybe of moral outrage? Hm. How are you coping with hunting them? The Embrace has serious impact on the moral high ground, as I'm sure you've discovered. Most of us -- except maybe Larson -- try to moralize: "I only eat the bad ones," but that thought goes only so far. Who are we to judge? What are your thoughts? Does this trouble you? >>Szandor, Clan Nosferatu Elijah Robert Marks How do I deal with hunting? I don't. I haven't been able to bring myself to... uh, a few days after I was embraced I sort of... uh... lost control, and... He chokes, swallows. ...it was bad. I'd sort of been in denial until then. I'd thought it was kind of a dream or a hallucination. Since then I've been living off rats and stray cats and dogs... I can barely gag it down, but... I can't deal with it. I don't know how to, yet. For ten years I lived with the belief that we were not cattle and wouldn't be treated as such. I'm not the kind of person who can just change my beliefs on a whim. I mean, I see the the logic and practicality of it... he laughs. I certainly have a bit more empathy for kindred these days... ...but I just can't do it. Then, with more than a hint of disgust: Yet. ------------------ GothicHeresy I understand. And here's the dichotomy -- hold onto your distaste for what you are. Does that sound perverse? It is. What stands between you and a creature such as Larson? He would call it pretense. We call it humanitas. It is the same as that which separates the aesthete from the boor? The empire-builder from the trailer-park denizen. Does this sound odd coming from a caricature of a monster? Believe me, it isn't. We of Clan Nosferatu are blessed with the inescapable evidence of our curse. We cannot ignore it. While you will need to find your own way, you need only seek out one of my Clan for solace in discussion. a slow grin spreads over Szandor's face After all, what else are Sewer-Rats good for? >>Szandor, Clan Nosferatu Larson *Watching all the issusions put on by the Ravnos, clapping* As the only surviving member of a soon to be extince clan you are very brave, I like that. You're right I don't try to moralize any of this, does a mortal feel justified eating a steak because the cow was mean to the sheep? No, you drink blood to survive, it's you or them, there is no choice. You can live off rats and strays for as long as you want, if you call that living, but eventually you will loose control and many kine will die because of you. I don't care how refined the people in this room may seem it's happened to all of us. Ultimatly we are all the same and I think that is why so many of you fear and hate me, because you know that when it comes down to it you are the same as me, the same beast that lives in me lives in you. *To Elijah* Now you can fight the Beast like the rest of the camarilla if you want to, and when the beast finally beats you, and it will, it'll go on a wild rampage that you will be luckly to survive. Or you can join me in the Sabbat and make the Beast your ally providing you with strength and power. But a the very least take my advice, and this is the only free advice I will ever give you, feed from humans. Not only does it taste better but it's what the beast wants, even if you choose to stand against the unconqerable you must give him something or eventually he will take everything. OOC Join the Darkside and we will rule the galaxy as father and son, if you were my son witch you are not. I know I can't spell don't blame me ------------------ OldanVisuce Darkana OOC Ravnos wakes in bangladesh and goes into a feeding frenzy tearing up a large number of ravnos, the Technocracy know and declare operation Ragnarok - victory no matter the cost, all resources approved, the technocracy send in 3 Kuei-jin Botistavas, do a double spirit nuke in the vicinity, Ravnos is still moving so SPLAT four VOid engineer Sun Mirror Satellites reflect four beams of sunlight onto Ravnos, in aftermath Technocracy declare victory, majoprity of ravnos just die around ravnos's death or commit suicide in the following days. All this because one writter at WW (he that did giovanni chronicles 4) thought ravnos were a rubbish clan and WW needed to kill a clan + Antideluvian, Most surviving Ravnos are thin bloods but I suppose there are some who resisted the urge to die, most surviving ravnos have fled to the Camarilla for sanctuary now they are a fractured handful more than a clan. Stercus Entering without fear, and without taking a good look around. So say hes to brash for the Masquerade, most say hes just an idiot. How was he survived for so long? He is one of the few Vampires in Milwaukee, the Prince of Milwaukee had been killed, and never replaced, and now the few that are left are enjoying anarchtic state of freedom. He waits until he is a good distance inside the place before he dusts his jacket off covering the area with dirt. More patches and symbols can been seen on the jacket, hes got his fingers in all of Milwaukees underworld. There is even a city police patch on his sleeve. He takes of the coat, and tosses it on a near by chair. Standing there, in his black tee-shirt, he say simplely, almost thugishly, "The Prince of Milwaukee is indeed dead, and if you want to have any dealin's up there, you'd best come and talk to me. Now lets talk some business". Not seeing any Milwaukee or Chicago vampires he heads for the bar, stopping along the way to get one of Jules' cigars. "Thanks bud" he says though gritted teeth, slaping the Ventrue on the shoulder like he was an old pal. All you can think is that this man cant be that dumb, whats he got up his sleeve... Altiriel Twice-Born ------------------ LoneWar A lilting perfect voice asks' "Sister, may I enter?" Sassnik Dreameweaver Larson *To himself* What is it with me and the free advice latly? *Looks over to Altiriel* If you think you have defeated the Beast it is merly because it wants you to belive you have won so you will let your guard down. With that attitude you will lose. ------------------ Larson I thought I knew you, From Milwaukee right? *Laughs* You come walking in here like that, infront of these cainites? *Laughs harder* I guess that answers my stupid/brash/tough ass question! *Doubles over laughing* ------------------ Stercus "As for 'Anarch Badass', think whatever you like about me. I know my place here in this room, but when you tread in Milwaukee, you need me." Jack says though his gritted teeth. OldanVisuce Elijah, the problem isnt you, it is everyone. Not that I agree with the mongrel Larson *regaining some of his composure*. In the years that have passed, I do not see how the word "Humanity" applies to most mortals. No compassion for most part. They destroy everything they dont understand. So, when the time comes to learn how to cope; dont try to justify by saying "Oh this is bad guy". Justify by saying "All are bad guys". How many here are without conscious? *looks at Larson* With exception of one, none are. How many mortals out there *gestures angrilly in a vague direction* have a conscious? Very few. Very few indeed. You said yourself, you didnt hate Kindred, you just killed us? Why then Elijah? If we didnt wrong you, then why? *face contorts with anguish* Because Mortals do not have this "humanitas" that Szandor speaks of! But remember always, not to let the Beast rule you, That is what makes us better than mortals. We can control our beast.
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