Julius
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(6/6/06 11:58 am)
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Game Session 8
Damien… er, I mean “Joan” and I make our way to the Rothstein estate to find something important (as Damien says) and for me to find Cleo. I decided that it would be good if I could maybe enlist her to help me start fighting the Manus Nigrum back. At first, I thought I could just run from them, but their magical smoke-fuckers clearly don’t want that to happen. After walking around Borefest ’94, I notice Cleo dancing in the center of the ballroom with some asian guy dressed in his native wear. He stunk of age, you could tell just by the way he looked at other people, like, “My age is bigger than yours, peasant and you must remain twenty feet away from me at all times.” We decide to look for Damien’s thing before we talk to Cleo. After a failed break-in through the rooftop of the Rothstein manor, we decided to use a more conventional method. We both made our way back to the stairs to the second floor inside, and I wove an illusion making us appear far smaller than we were.
Finally, we make it to the room were Damien’s… “thing” was, only to find the esteemed Karl Eichmann attempting to steal the same thing. Shocking. Of course, he knew something was up and Damien decided to lunge at him… at a height of an inch. Fucking Malkavians. I deactivated the illusion, because Damien was the only person not trying to secretly plot to destroy me in secret. Somehow, he actually knocked old Eichmann on his ass and we took off. Something about his eyes, like there were more than you or I have…
Anyway, we tried to sneak away with a little Malkav-magic, but were paused, YET AGAIN, but that fucking Cleo! Shit! Fucking cunt can’t keep her dusty, old nose out of my fucking business! Anyway, words were exchanged, strange shit happened, and we escaped. Trust me, it’s not even worth remembering, just a lot of secret-society-type of shit. On our way out, we scoop up George or as I like to call him, “Stupid”. When we get a chance, I take out the sandstone I had stolen from Nikkoli so long ago, and we combined it with the new sandstone we had stolen from the Rothstein’s. Damien also takes the liberty of explaining we need three more sandstones. Not only do I have to watch out for the Manus Nigrum, avoid all spears attempting to pierce my torso, and ghosts within city limits (I bet it’s because they get more practice than the ones I used to see on the road), but now I have to help some… guy find these artifacts to save the world, or end it, or some other fucking thing.
After the party, the Hand caught up to us (finally) and chased us into another plane of existence again. These horror-movie-rejects need a hobby. Unfortunately, jumping in and out of planes is a little harder than I thought it should be, and all three of us went to a place I’m not comfortable revisiting in my memory. Sorry.
Anyway, we eventually make it back to Cleo’s house after Damien suggests getting a ride from her to go to Bashou’s. Again, something Damien wanted to do. You know, now that I think about it, I think now would be a good time to mention something about all this prophecy and secret societies and hidden plans and aged, dusty, snobby, self-preserving, mother-fuckers. I don’t a give a flying, pink, feather-covered shit about any of it. That’s right! The “Gate of Chaos”, whatever the fuck that means, doesn’t give even an atom of a shit about any of this! The ONLY reason I came back to America was to get Desmond, the fucking traitor bastard who’s going to fry HARD, to hide me! FUCK!
So, we get to Cleo’s and find the priest guy, Lucas, there already. I ignore him; because this was the moment I finally made a connection in my head… Then… then that… that “priest” revealed his true nature. I was very curious how the Black Hand kept finding me, I knew that running into that priest-scum so often wasn’t a coincidence. He had been secretly funneling information back to the Black Hand about my locations. I was overcome by a rage only the Beast could have mustered and I plugged him a few times with the gun he Desmond had given, which was far stronger than the .38 I had before. It’s too bad, while I was dishing out a little justice that Nikkoli (yeah, seamlessly from no-fucking-where, just like every FUCKING PERSON IN THIS ENTIRE FUCKING CITY!) decides to run up to me and break my gun. I couldn’t hear anything anyone was saying, the Beast… it wouldn’t stop yelling… and that sound… it was like gurgling or a sucking noise, like when you break your leg, like something was eating.
After everything got cleaned up, Eichmann showed up. None of this makes sense does it? People just “appearing”, everyone (but me) knows where everyone else is at all times… Anyway, he showed up to say a few things, but he couldn’t do anything with Nikkoli AND Cleo there at the same time. He left without to much of a “Goodbye” which was a little weird, I would have expected the house to be burned down or blown up or something, killing us all. Just in case I stayed near the window, keeping an eye out for any kind of tip I needed to get out of there.
I’m pretty sure there was more talking, but I’ve begun to make it a habit not to care what anyone says anymore around here because it doesn’t make a fuck of a difference anyway. I know I’ll get in trouble with it eventually, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t matter. Everything in this city is so… predetermined… I think I remember everyone saying “go to Bashou’s” so I just followed like I always do… or did… or whatever. We all hop into cars provided by Cleo and Nikkoli… convenient yet again… to head to this Bashou thing. It’ll probably be some high up Black Hand operative… or no!... I bet it’s a monster that everyone has been plotting to throw me to! Or no! I bet it’s Cain! Yeah! I bet this Bashou’s Cain! And he’ll turn us into candy bars! Hurrah!
Fucking Malkavians.
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