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[return to the events page] On the surface, an Elysium of unsurpassed splendor. Beneath, something sinister lurks... < Previous Page Next Page > OldanVisuce -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ok, you can't be Toreador. Doubtful if you are Gangrel, you don't seem to have much fur. *glances at Krouser* No offense. You don't sing at the drop of hat, so no Daughter. You seem to have a tinge of Nastyferatu humor, but don't seem to stink. Still a possibility. Not Brujah, you haven't threatened to kill me, yet. Not high-strung enough for Ven-too-true, although I did meet one that wasn't, so that is another possibility. Tremere, *chuckles*Nope, no talk of world domination. Ravnos, No chance. Highly doubtful two Salubri in one building, and you haven't preached yet. Assinine? Nah, you haven't offered to anyone to kill Larson, that I'm aware of. Malcrazian, could be, though I haven't heard you rant and rave, not all do. I once met a rotting thing I thought was Nastyferatu, never did catch name, but all he did was talk about dead stuff. Too humane for Sabbat clans. And not Giovanni, otherwise somehow Giovanni have started developing Asian eyes. So, you are Ven-too-true, Malcrazian, Nastyferatu, or Clanless, like Elijah. Am getting close? Krouser -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "OF ALL THE...." *looks in shock at the ruined sandpainting, then calms down as the suprise wears off.* "so much for that idea." *stands up, and settles voracia in a chair, removing her glasses, and setting them on the table. he picks up a nearby glass of water, and drips it onto her face until she wakes.* "feeling better, miss?" Nikodemus -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hmm...let's go over those again. Am I a 'too rich for your blood' Ventrue? Nope, too poor. "Am I a 'too crazy/sane for your blood' Malkavian? Uh-Huh...though it would be nice to have the disconnection from reality. "Am I a 'too ugly for your blood' Nosferatu? Negatory, good buddy...though Obfuscate would be kinda nice to know. "Am I a 'too persecuted for your blood' Caitiff? Sorry, but thank you for playing." OldanVisuce -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *whispers to Vash* Damnit man, get over there and help Damsel in Distress! If you not careful, Krouser will be her hero! *Gently pushes Vash towards the swooned singer, and gives him an assuring wink and nod of the head* Nikodemus -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Oh yeah," Nikodemus says as he watches Krouser drip water on her face "Chinese Water Torture is good for winning the hearts of the fairer sex." Krouser -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Yes, it's also good for wakeing the uncontious, as Oldan can likely tell you." *sets down the glass, and dries his hands.* "Besides, it's not her heart I'm interested in. She owes me a sandpainting to replace the one her tantrum ruined." Nikodemus -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "heh...that settles it, you're not a Toreador in wolf's clothing. A Toreador would be too busy swooning over a pretty lady to be angry about their ruined works." Voracia -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A choked gasp. Sharp intake of air. Eyes flutter slowly white hot gold afloat on blue with the ends of the world in onyx as the Mother Earth in her inky blanket wrapped for warmth against the cold and falling swift towards-- Krouser abruptly shakes his head. He eyes the sunglasses, then makes up his mind to have a stronger will than most of the men in the room. He repeats the question. She closes her eyes again, pinching the bridge of her nose with a lackluster hand and wincing at the pressure there--but distant, so distant, as in a fugue: "Pendurou-o...por o seu coração..." Those who hear it, hear in their own language: "He hung you...through your heart..." Krouser -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I can't think of a single Toreador who would be able to sandpaint properly. Falling the sands is entrancing enough without your blood telling you to pay attention to it." *perks up a little.* "of course, if a toreador could, then he'd be too caught up in the angst of the waste and destruction to pay attention to this young lady." *looks to her.* "yes, and dismemberd me through my feet, and decaptiated me through my spleen, but I'm feeling much better now. How about you?" Nikodemus -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All amusement quickly drains from Nikodemus's face as he slips into 'thinking mode.' His concentration almost angry in it's intensity. "Mandarin Chinese. I am ashamed. The lady speaks my native tongue better than I do. "Do you need a translation?" Nikodemus says as he looks at his companions. Krouser -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Mandarin, That was Navajo. Military code, if I'm not mistaken. it's been a few years since I looked over dad's old codebooks." *raises an eyebrow to Voracia "can we get a straight awnser here?" Nikodemus -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I've never heard Navajo before, but I can recognize the language I've spoken my...oh, what the hell am I saying? I have surely seen more difficult things to believe in this place. What's one more?" Voracia -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Blood/tears streak the face of once torment, now serenity. Again, ethereal in whisper; again, in native tongue: "O pai, pai, o rei devem morrer... ...deve morrer." Voracia drifts... ...and her words somehow strike a chord within those who have seen their own hidden faces this night... "Father, father, the king must die... ...he must die." She sleeps, exhausted. Nikodemus -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hmmm...," Nikodemus looks at Krouser "Lemme guess...Navajo. "Ok, ok, you don't have to answer that one...I'm a bit smarter than I look, but then again, I'd have to be wouldn't I? "Ok, don't answer that one either. Do answer this one. Any idea what king she's talking about and why the hell he's gotta die?" Vash -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Vash frowns at Voracia from a few feet away. He turns back to Oldan and whispers* We can never get a straight answer from that girl... *Vash shrugs his shoulders and moves next to Voracia. He takes out his handkerchief and begins to clean her up* I might anybody know who "The King" represents... The father. Now, who is the father? Krouser -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "well, seeing as Florindo isn't present." *Krouser locates a throwpillow, and tucks it under voracia's head. Then, he picks up the ruined sandpainting, and pours the useless blend of painting sands into his dusters pocket. finaly, he looks to nikodemus.* "Ceh-yehs-besi moasi seis ha-ih-des-ee do seis nih-hi-cho." *waits for the miscomprehension to dawn on Niko's face.* "no mistaking it. I know I heard Navajo. seems the weird stuff is getting in here." Nikodemus -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Weirder, Gangrel...weirder stuff. "No Vash, I don't believe I've heard of the father in this context." Vash -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Vash shrugs his shoulders at Nikodemus* Well... I doubt she means her birth father. She most likely means her sire... or the father of all of us, Caine. *Vash stares at Voracia. He whispers loudly in her ear* Are you having a private confab with Caine, Miss? Or maybe the toothfairy? *Vash stands up and rubs his head* Wish we could hypnotize her and get the answers that way... Krouser -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "according to the book of nod, the king and the father are both Caine. More and more, this pretty little anglo is starting to sound like a malkavian." *rubs his eyes.* "all of this is getting very tiresome. If she didn't seem so dedicated to being so damned confusing, we could have had this whole thing figured out ten minutes ago." *looks to Vash* "I think we ought to hypnotize her to get an awnser, period. she has yet to respond to a single question here." Nikodemus -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I was under the impression she was speaking to her father, or a father-like figure, not about a father. "Christ, I hope she wasn't trying to say Caine must die. If that's the case, we're already screwed. Look how much it took to reportedly kill Ravnos. I'm doubting the planet could stand up to the force necessary to kill Caine." Krouser -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I doubt WE could stand up to it. assuming we could actually FIND him, and KILL HIM, we'd be signing our own death certificate. let's look somewhere else for an awnser. that line of thought is nigh impossible, and ill advised as it is." Vash -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Vash sits down in a chair and sighs* Boy, I wish I learned how to hypnotize women. I once saw an add for it in the back of a magazine... *Vash scratches his head as he thinks* I don't think it's Caine... I've never heard the rise up and eat everybody stigma that's attached to the other elders stuck on him... Boy, can you imagine how Malkav might act? Spooky... Elijah Robert Marks -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fourth Century. Elijah placed the queen in her proper position almost automatically, becoming angry after he realized he'd done so without even thinking about it. What happened in the fourth century? Let's see, sometime around the third or fourth century the Christian Bible was formalized at the Council of Nycea, but he doubted that was it. The question had been asked to Altiriel, but Elijah shrugged helplessly. ------------------ I didn't hate the kindred; I just hunted them. Then they found me, and then I became them. Stormcaller -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- David gets up and walks over to those around Voracia Sorry to interupt but I couldn't help but hear what she was saying about the king and the father. Now I don't know who the father might be but I can only think of two people that the King could be and since I really don't think it is Elvis I think the king must have something to do with these chess pieces. Now if only we could figure out which people are playing which role and which sides king we are looking for. ------------------ I have forgoten my past, now if only it would forget me.-David Elijah Robert Marks -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Elijah had been so distracted by the Tall Man's question about the fourth century that he'd forgotten what had bothered him about the chess game... Who was the king, anyway? The king's opening spot was empty. So where was it? Elijah wished he'd been better at chess. He remembered Lazarus once saying he couldn't understand how Elijah could plan so carefully for a hunt and yet be so terrible at one of the world's oldest tactical games... of course, it was disconcerting playing chess with a blind man... If the king wasn't in his opening spot in a game, what was one of the most traditional moves? Castleing, of course. But there was no king there, either. In fact, neither side of the board had a king, just empty spaces. The game we're playing is not chess, Elijah thought. Not quite. At least, it won't end with a King being turned over, just with all the other pieces being removed from the game... ------------------ I didn't hate the kindred; I just hunted them. Then they found me, and then I became them. < Previous Page Next Page >