Julius
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(6/6/06 1:00 pm)
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Game Session 9
Sometimes, if you pay attention hard enough, there are all kinds of things happening without you knowing. Today, an ant got a little grub for the queen of his colony to enjoy. Somewhere else and dog digs a hole in someone’s yard. Tonight, I became permanently bound to this ridiculous prophecy. I’ve disbelieved most of it until now. You’ve got to ask, “When a person few people know of knows more about your destiny than you do, do you listen?”
This Bashou chick was pretty watered down compared to some of the Super-Vamps that have gotten their hands on my number recently. She was very docile and didn’t demand my unlife even once. How… refreshing. Again, more prophecy bla bla bla, and then she gave me and Damien ornate chests. I didn’t even have to steal them from her! In fact, the place she was staying wasn’t what I was expecting; it was decayed and not in the venerable way. I’ve decided to wait a while until I think I’m ready to open the chest. I have a feeling it’s a Pandora’s-Box-type a thing.
So, we all find out that I’m the Gate of Chaos (as previously stated) and Cleo is the Gate of Order… and here I thought the whole time we were vampires… More yaking, and Cleo invites me to stay in her abandoned house. No thanks, right? Ha. See, that’s why you don’t understand. I accept and head to her house. Brutus, who has mutated nicely (poor guy, breaks my non-existent heart to see him like that…), has finally caught back up with me.
While we were making our way to Cleo’s to try to batten down the hatches a little, I see a girl sitting on Cleo’s stairs. Her skin was pale, but she wasn’t a Kindred, so I guess she either could’ve changed me into a potato or she was just a Kine hanging out. I decided to entertain the latter idea. I asked her what she was doing and she tried to serve me up a con… the “Little Girl” con… we used to do that shit about every month, me and Johnny. It’s really fucking easy; you get someone who fits the bill of defenseless looking and have them pick a fat mark. The “little girl” leads the mark into a trap (any really, mostly just a net or something like that) and the mark gets robbed. For once in these long nights, I actually smiled. It was sweet, but unfortunate for her. I exposed her as soon as she started and she slapped me (not surprised.)
Brutus and I head inside and I decide to brush up a little on my… well, I guess rat training skills would be a good name for it. You know, just basic stuff like “go there” or “stay”. Afterwards, I think we became better friends… my only real friend…
The next night, the Beast wakes me up and demands a tribute of blood. Just once I would like my Beast to demand something a little more tame, like bologna or something. I head out into the night to find some delicious vitae (that’s what dusty vampires call it). Shortly after starting, I find a lone women getting into her car. “Easy,” I thought to myself, “I’ll push her, trap her, drain her, and leave her in her car.” She starts getting her car, I push her in, I trap her, and I start draining her (just a little mind you.) Then, she pulls out some kind of artifact-stake to stick me with it. Let’s see… she couldn’t have been Kindred and she had a wooden stake… on her… I did the natural thing I make her sincerely believe she’s drowning… it get’s confusing at this point…
I think she might have been possessed by something otherworldly, and not in the sense of babbling and yelling, “The world is ending! Repent!” More in the sense of after biting her, I start hearing the voice of this “Dark Mother” thing. As soon as it starts, I make the assumption that the Kine was doing it (which in hindsight is ridiculous), so I upgrade her illusion a little to a comfy iron maiden setting. Water’s too much fun to play in anyway. This however, doesn’t help the whole hearing voices thing. I drag the body back to Cleo’s, hoping she might swing by or something and give me a little sorcerer’s advice on what was happening. Unfortunately for this spirit that appears to have hopped into my head, I was feeling rather defiant, and I called all of her bluffs about her power. I knew she was nothing more than a hallucination if I didn’t give her power. Simple.
After a very long time of waiting, I decided (on seeing the lady was dying from the illusion) to deposit her somewhere she could be found and helped… and then the local five-O show up. Meanwhile, back at the precinct, I’m processed and finally given a shot to abuse that weird power I’ve been playing with in the back of my mind ever since I drank from George. I concentrate and imagine exactly what George, as a Toredor, would do in this situation… and for some reason, it apparently worked. It was like I was someone else, I think I even acted like a Toredor while I was doing it. I had two of the cops and a doctor feed me a little info on the precinct for future use and I had them gather up all the information they gathered about me and my things and I proceeded to leave.
… and then Tagert showed up! Tagert, the Baron-o-Bricktown, walks through the front door with a “you’ve-been-bad look people” give their pets. I act nonchalant about the affair and am taken into custody… only this time I can’t act limp-wristed to get out of it. They slap some kind of magic cuffs on me and throw me in a glass box for confinement. I’m sure I seemed a little odd, because for the first time I have been in this fucking city, I’m actually safe now.
So what does this mean? Let me explain: I’m a Ravnos. Ravnos roam. When Ravnos don’t roam, they get killed. Therefore, I’m going to be killed, and I never have to see the Black Hand or any of this fucking prophecy, or the voices in my head, or any of the fucking secrets automatically associated with being a Kindred ever again. Looks like it’s time for the last lock up, cut off from the worst world I could ever imagine.
Good riddance.
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