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Post by Vladimir Draculi on Jul 2, 2007 1:56:13 GMT
Suddenly Vlads body eppeared wracked wiht spasms, shaking and quivering. His head dropped and his arms went limp. When he raised his head again, the cool portion of his mind had tken over again. "Sorry about that. Sometimes my other selves get...antsy..." With that he smiled another demonic smile. He raised the gun again, slowly walking backwards away from the vampire "Also, unfortunatly, I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request. I would rather you didn't attempt to take me by force, as the plice already have enough mysterious explosions on their hands here as it is. You can clearly tell this gun is modified, so if you like your appendages, I would recommend not threatening me, mm?" He continued to back down the street.
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Post by Andrei on Jul 3, 2007 17:15:50 GMT
Andrei watched with a scientist's curiosity as the vampire before him spasmed and twitched. The erraticism of his movements prior to this, his scent and this little fit only confirmed the Fiend's beliefs. Lowering his arms he shuffled closer, paying close attention to what the man was saying. At the words "other selves" Andrei was convinced this vampire before him was Malkavian. The moment of elation and self satisfaction was ruined however, as the gun was once again raised to hsi face. Now he was being told it was modified, probably to work effectivelya gainst Vampires. Made sense, especially if you were an amnesiac vampire who was apparantly very paranoid too. He sighed and raised his hands, carefully considering how to go from here.
I threaten you? In case you've forgotten, I'm the one with the firearm in his face. I wouldn't dream of forcing you to follow me anyway. Although I can tell you what Clan you are, but as you're not interested in our agreement it seems we'll just have to go our seperate ways.
Blasted Kook, his damned insight might give me away. Then again, his insanity might make him fall into my hands. I hate it when I have to deal with peasents such as he...
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Post by Vladimir Draculi on Jul 3, 2007 17:27:35 GMT
Vlad thought on these words for a little bit. It would've been nice to know a little bit more about himself, but that last thing he wanted was to become part of any society, a slave to authority, one of the many things he hated. Although...If I can get into this thing...the...whatever it was, ritual, maybe I can get some information... (the insane part of his mind spoke up) and maybe have some...fun... (sane part) ...shut up...hmmmm...It might work... "On second thought, I've changed my mind. I think I may just come with you to this ritual thing. Now then. You have to tell me about myself as a vampire and about vampires in general. I will not be putting this gun away either. However, I will go willingly to the blood thing. Okay?"
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Post by Andrei on Jul 4, 2007 14:30:38 GMT
Very well, if you would follow me to the car I shall begin explaining the ways of our existance.
Andrei smiled enigmatically and with a twinkle in his eyes as he walked smoothly past the Malkavian. He was far from calm however. A better word for it would be incredibly excited. A pair of Malkavian advisors would be incredibly useful, twice the mystical insight for his pack and more than twice as much as most packs would ever have. But what to begin explaining to him? It would be wise to prepare him for the violence and inhumanity of his pack, as this vampire seemed fairly in touch with his humanity still. With any luck, that would fade very soon...
I'll begin by explaining to you something called the Beast. Quite simply, it is that dark feeling, that urge to satisfy your bloodlust and drain a human dry. Don't fear it, it's perfectly natural. Embrace it and control it, but do not let it control you. If it does, you'll never be able to regain control of yourself and will spend the rest of your nights a wild animal in a human esque shell. During the Vaulderie the less constrained friends of mine will allow the beast to, stretch it's legs. Do not be frightened by this or alarmed, they will not harm you, I will see to that.
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Post by Vladimir Draculi on Jul 4, 2007 17:45:50 GMT
"Hmmm you'd better not or I'll have to kill them, and then you" Vlad still held the mauser pointed at Andrei. Vlad followed him to the car, a little jumpy, even his calm side. "What exactly does being a malkavian mean? Does it explain my...personal oddities or something?" Vlad had a sneaking suspicion that it did. He kept the gun levelled on Andrei.
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Post by Andrei on Jul 6, 2007 18:00:39 GMT
Malkavian is a name given to a clan, which is a group of vampires that display similar abilities. Malkavians are known for their madness, don't bother fretting about it my friend, it's perfectly natural and incurable. Your clan tends to be underestimated in the Jyhad, but all Malkavian's have a terrible insight that allows them knowledge of other things. Consider this mystical insight the payoff for the insanity that flows alongside your blood.
They'd now reached the car. Patiently Andrei's driver sat inside, his face covered by a mask behind the black tinted windows to hide what the Fiend had done to him. His face was a mishmash of flesh, with odd protrusions and even a few enhancements to improve his use as Andrei's personal chauffer. He was truly a pitiable case. Although on the surface he appeared to believe his master would fix him after a decade of flawless service, he knew in his heart he was to die a horrific aberration to nature's law. The Fiend opened the car door and gestured his new guest to get in, the perfect example of polite veneer and class.
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Post by Vladimir Draculi on Jul 6, 2007 19:33:52 GMT
Vladimir looked at Andrei, and then the car. He slowly put the mauser back into his coat, keeping the contents hidden from prying eyes. As he sat down he took stock of his surroundings. Definitly not as open as Vlad would have liked. He was used to open vehicles, or just walking along. It gave him more room to maneuver, if there was a problem. He put his hand inside his coat, fingering the gun, just in case.
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Post by Andrei on Jul 15, 2007 7:55:55 GMT
Drive on William.
A muffled "yes sir" came from the driver's seat as he complied with Andrei's request. Although request probably wasn't the best word for it, as a request implies there's a choice in one's actions. As the car pulled away from the kerb the Fiend's mind began working on what to say next. He went through a number of possibilities but eventually reached his deciscion; he'd start at the very beginning.
I suppose I should begin by telling you a little of vampire history. To begin with, the progenitor of all cainites is a man named Caine. You may know of him from the Bible. In fact, he was real and the first vampire, cursed by God for killing his brother. He eventually sired other vampires and they sired their own. In the first city ever created they reached the height of decadance and God sent the Great Flood, an event that wiped out almost everything alive and almost every vampire too. Are you keeping up so far?
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Post by Vladimir Draculi on Jul 15, 2007 20:45:41 GMT
"I never read the bible."
Said Vlad. Unfortunatly for him, after the amnesia struck, Vlad had lost his ability to read. He had retaught himself, but had never been interested in books of any kind, least of all the bible.
"How did the vampires survive though."
Asked Vlad in his demanding-an-answer voice. The voice from the front had sounded odd, muffled. It did nothing to help his anxiety.
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Post by Andrei on Jul 27, 2007 21:52:17 GMT
The vampires survived by feeding on whatever they could find in the raging torrents that covered the earth. That probably meant other vampires that were weaker than them but no one really knows for sure. Eventually though, after the flood subsided the surviving vampires set up the second city which flourished and eventually died too. At it's destruction Caine returned and seeing the 13 Clans in their decadance and sheer corruption he cursed them all. This is where the Malkavian's insanity, my clan Tzimisce's need to sleep in two handfull's of earth every night and the other weaknesses that define each Clan comes from.
Andrei relaxed a bit and slid into his seat, getting more comfortable. He was enjoying the role of gracious host and it appearared the Malkavian was taking his bait. He couldn't bear to see such a good resource go to waste and what's more, he couldn't let him fall into the hands of the Camarilla. Hopefully his guest would be more at ease with him now that he'd revealed a little about his own Clan and himself.
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Post by Vladimir Draculi on Aug 9, 2007 2:37:05 GMT
So I'm insane, is that it? Huh...I've never really felt insane...unless I was starved. "Sheer corruption huh?" Vlad looked back up towards the driver. "Hey just what's up with the driver? He seems like sort of an...odd person to hire for a chaffeur."
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