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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 18. June 2014, 22:54 (2,195 Views) | |
| Lynx | Wednesday, 18. June 2014, 22:54 Post #1 |
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Lynx eyed the nervous looking young woman and thought she might benefit from a touch of liquid courage. He picked up the bottle of Glenlivet from next to the register and poured her a few shots worth into the glass for her. Then he reached down and snagged a couple of ice cubes, dropping them into the glass. He slid it over to her. "Here, I think ye could use this. Have ye been a servant long? I've been working for Mr. Dahlgren since January. It's a complicated transition. Can be pretty intense. Ye can call me Lynx if ye want." He reached under the bar and pulled out another stout mouthed glass and poured himself an equal measure of the scotch. He didn't bother with the ice for himself, just took a swallow and grinned, his green eyes sparkling. He THOUGHT he'd heard Ms Sherwood request her ghoul have a drink. If so he wanted to make the process easy for him. Jason didn't feed from him, though they'd drawn quite a bit of his blood when he was drunk out of his mind to start some of the initial liguored blood bottles for the club. Fortunately Jason's blood did a more than adequate job at replacing his own and helping him heal from the blood loss. He wondered idly if any of the vampires cared who their liquor blood game from. |
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| Reggie | Wednesday, 18. June 2014, 23:48 Post #2 |
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Susan picked up the glass of whiskey on ice. Unaware of the quality of the single-malt scotch she was about to have. She took a drink of it and winced at the burn. Coughed. The girl was not much of a drinker. "Thanks!" she breathed, thunking her chest with the side of her fist. "Lynx? like the cat?" she asked through a smile. "You can call me Reggie. That's my nick." The girl had a pronounced Yorkshire accent. She took another, more modest sip of the scotch. "Oh, and... yes. I've been Lady Sherwood's for about sex weeks now. Um; six weeks rather." A blush rose, darkening her already flushed cheeks. She became interested in the wall for a few moments. She turned back to Lynx and said. "Intense... yes I would say that. But I've enjoyed it actually. My Lady is wonderful. In many ways, what is happening with me is a dream come true... though..." her face fell slightly "She has told me that the wider world of my new existence can be quite dangerous. She has been reluctant to let me out." Which, in truth, had been fine with the young ghoul. But now that she was, in fact, out and about she was glad for it. "Um... who is Mr. Dahlgren?" Reggie asked. |
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| Lynx | Wednesday, 18. June 2014, 23:56 Post #3 |
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"Indeed. Me Ma' had a dream about a Lynx when she was pregnant fer me. So she named me Xavier Lynx O'Rourke. I go by Lynx because Xavier is a bit o'a mouthful fer most people these days. Nice te meet ye Reggie." He chuckled at her cough and her slip, nodding his head in sympathy as he took another sip of the scotch. His green eyes half closed in thought. "Don't feel bad fer the slip. Jason is a good looking man and I swing both ways. He made the boundaries of our relationship right clear from the start, or I'd be horrible crushing on him. As it is I worship him like a sort of big brother or father figure. Closet I've had to one anyway." He rested his elbows on the bars and studied the slim woman, his own stocky frame not particularly tall. The simple black button down and slacks made his tan skin look a bit darker than it really was, but at least the red of the scar on his face didn't stand out so much. "Ah, yeah. Politics can cause problems. There's this woman vampire who has it out for Jason, a real cold bitch. She's been screwing with our lives fer a while now. She forced Jason's adopted daughter te get a full back tattoo in one sitting. ... Jason is my master. Jason Dahlgren. He's an old one. From around the time of King Gustavas Adolphus." |
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| Reggie | Thursday, 19. June 2014, 02:14 Post #4 |
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"What... oh! No, we're not... I don't feel... she and I aren't... no; I like...boys." Reggie said, flustered. "Boys. I like boys. For that..." Though; she was still puzzling over that one time with Sherwood what with the biting and the... yeah. She picked up her glass again and took a sip hoping to burn away her embarrassment with fire-water. No, that slip had Lynx's paw prints on it. "Xavier" she echoed. She found the name pleasing actually. Reggie put down her glass and absently tapped at the barrettes holding her hair in place. "I understand what you mean though... about Jason; my Lady fills my mind. She is my... everything." The girls eyes glowed as she contemplated her mistress. As their talk continued... Reggie shivered at the description of being forced to get a full back tattoo... as she envisioned it the thought was quite appealing; especially if it were something Sherwood wanted... and if she was tied down; naked (at least) to the waist... the sweet burning pain, the enduring rawness... she looked down at her lap, biting her lower lip. But the next thing Lynx said pulled her out of her fantasy. "Gustavas?! Like 17th Century Sweden King Gustavas?" Reggies jaw dropped halfway to the floor. Of course she knew, Sherwood had told her that Vampires got old... but a creature that old was near impossible for the girl to wrap her mind around. Dimensions
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| Lynx | Thursday, 19. June 2014, 02:27 Post #5 |
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Lynx watched her flush, pale, twitch and shift in agitation and he couldn't help a smile from dancing on his lips as he took a sip of the scotch from his glass. He added a bit more to his, but then he was used to functioning on considerable amounts of alcohol. "Yeah, they do that. I'd do anything fer Jason. When I was attacked, and got this scar; we had te put me back at the scene of the crime, so I could report it te the police, stop there from being an investigation since te much evidence o'me mugging had been left behind. Well, Jason had given me blood te help me heal faster. So I had Jason rip it open again, so there was nothing te make the police question it. It was about the most painful thing I'd experienced. I had a broken arm, bunch o'internal injuries. Jason's blood kept me alive. The cops never suspected a thing. Gang violence against a busker." He closed his green eyes for a moment at the remembered agony and took another sip of his drink. His hand trembled a bit as he set the glass down on the bar top with a click. Then he flashed a smile and seemed to shrug it off with a slight shiver of his stocky frame. "But yes, Swedish King Gustavas. Jason was a rich man back then, served in his army. He's been a lot o'things since. Now he's an eccentric antiques dealer, specializing in 16th and 17th century woodworking. Makes quite a fortune at it te." The slim girl reminded him a bit of Yuki. Hidden layers and surprising depths. She also wore her heart on her sleeve, as well as other, lower impulses. He grinned again and picked up his glass for another sip. The booze was starting to circulate through his system, relaxing him. It was good to have gotten his bar back in operation. Even if MOST of the clients probably wouldn't be drinking the fine liquors he was filling behind the bar with. |
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| Cid | Friday, 20. June 2014, 01:19 Post #6 |
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Malkavians were often likened to felines. Curious. Fiercely independent, for the most part. Erratic, tho' sometimes lazy to the point of catatonia... Mischievous- fucking malevolent... for no particular reason! Quite a few have heterochromia, as well, it seems in comparison to others. They also love lasagna. So, it remains to be seen which facet of such parallels are truest. Which are most noble, abundant, or even dangerous... Maybe they can be measured on a case by case basis? By the spoonful, of course. Hehehe... Well, how did this young Malkavian find himself where he was now? Actually, Agustin had a couple of Anarch friends here and there. Probably about as many in the Camarilla. But just as likely as that was that he was a Lunatic. Pure and simple. Like a half-wit. Sometimes knowledge otherwise inexplicable, often the kind most liable to ruin someone's night, simply trickled in through the Madness Network. Such were the perks, or Curse if you will, of their Clan. He was wearing a simple dark grey pair of jeans, a blue-green flannel unbuttoned, and a t-shirt printed with nyan cat (must have). It practically screamed that hellish (heaven-ish?) tune... A pair of black high-top Converse with, like, fucking metal rivets because fuck yeah! Metal!! Okay, tone it down a bit... Totes appropriate for an Anarch hotspot. And last, but not least, to top it off; adorned atop his head like a crown rested a mo'fuckin' BMO beanie. Loose, so as not to constrict the flow of his brainsoup. And his stilo, fresh as it was. Also, beardy-beard... Agustin walked into the club like 'what up? I got a...' Heheh. Yep, you know that song. More fresh-faced Fledgeling than ambitious Neonate. Muse was getting boring, politics even more so, plus weird shit happening lately with the Cam. Agu just needed a nice bit of nostalgia... Freedom. Anarchy!! A reminder of his times as a newbie in LA, and so he thought an Anarch joint... This so-called 'Hospitality Club' might just do the trick. Or not. But hell, there's blood on tap right? *Knock knock* "Hallo..." On the door, door-frame..? Wooden tables, chairs, the ceiling... What's goin' on in here, anyone around? |
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| Reggie | Friday, 20. June 2014, 02:29 Post #7 |
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Reggie looked on sympathetically as Lynx told his tale. She was still ruminating on it as he switched topics to answer her question about Gustavas. For longer then might be comfortable she looked at his scar; and reflecting on he got it. The young ghoul had only recently learned how to heal herself; and it had been a very small wound. Being a ghoul was... wonderfully strange. There certainly was some perks. The super-strength was particularly smashing. Busker Lynx had said... she asked "A busker! What do you do? Juggle? Sing? Do you play an instrument or something?" Reggie seemed genuinely curious, and motivated to shift topics to something that didn't cause the Irishman's hand to shake. Then came the knocking as the other person announced his entrance. Reggie jumped; taken by surprise. She looked over her shoulder at the newcomer. She opened her mouth to say something... hello perhaps. But decided against it. There was something curious about the man... Reggie looked back at Lynx; perhaps he knew him? Edited by Reggie, Friday, 20. June 2014, 07:41.
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| Lynx | Friday, 20. June 2014, 11:58 Post #8 |
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"I play the piano actually, I have a keyboard I sometimes take--" Lynx was replying when the little bell over the door and the buzzer went off. He paused, seeming unconcerned with Reggie's studying his scar. In truth he'd gotten used to it and thought it gave his face a sort of rugged handsome look. His green eyes studied Agustin as the man came in the door. There was something familiar about him. Shrugging he figured it was just his imagination. Or he'd seen him in the crowd when he was playing piano at some point. Either way whoever he was wasn't ringing a bell. But since he might be some hundred year old master, probably best to be polite. He sipped his scotch and set it down carefully. "Greeting's Sir. Might I ask what you've come looking for? This is a private club." Small test really, on the off chance he was just a random person who had walked into the building for the wrong reason. It had never really happened, but that didn't mean it COULDN'T. Still, he figured there was no reason not to be careful. Then again Reggie and he were just simple mortals, so with just the two of them in the pub there was nothing to worry about. |
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| Cid | Friday, 20. June 2014, 17:45 Post #9 |
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When the man behind the bar addressed Agustin, there was a sort of record scratch noise reverberate through his noggin. Fuck. Always somethin'. After a momentary pause, just a tiny bit wide-eyed and silent unbreathing, the Malkavian stepped further toward the bar. Curious, curious- like a cat! An American wildcat of some kind, perhaps? A bobcat! "Oh, um... private? I was just looking for a place to relax, among Kindred spirits. This is Hospitality Club, yes? I heard about it through a friend..." Yes, friend... His tone was polite, curious, with just a bit of (perhaps misplaced?) confidence. His accent suggested American, Californian precisely, with a touch of received pronunciation. |
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| Lynx | Friday, 20. June 2014, 19:18 Post #10 |
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The stocky blond man leans on the counter and regards Agustin with his green eyes, cocking a blond eyebrow. "Yes. We're the Hospitality Club. What can I do for ye?" The place was pretty wide open. If he wanted to play darts or pool he had plenty of opportunity. If he wanted a drink, well, he'd have to come right out and say so. Lynx flashed a friendly grin and gestured to the wide open area. Heavy chairs, tables, pool table, dart board, even a TV which was, at the moment, turned off. "Please let me know if I can get ye anything, or feel free to look around and relax. We have a reading library upstairs on the second floor. We've got a wide selection, everything from classics te modern fiction and fantasy. Even bound graphic novels." He was actually quite proud of the reading library. It had a huge selection for just about anything a person might want to read. He'd looked up the last 10 years of top 100 authors in as many genres as he could think of to make that collection. Then looked up lists of classic literature from a couple of different time periods as well. |
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| Reggie | Friday, 20. June 2014, 19:33 Post #11 |
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Reggie perked up when she heard Lynx mention the library. That was absolutely her natural habitat. However... Based on Lynx's reaction and what Lady Sherwood told her about Hospitality Club she was assuming that the newcomer was a vampire. She stared at him curiously. He was different the Iakov and Sherwood... for one thing he had different color eyes which was very cool. It brought to mind a DC comics character called Delirium. Reggie wondered if they were contacts; though they looked pretty real. The slender ghoul leaned forward to get a better look at the man. "Hey, what's your name?" she blurted out. Then she bit her lip... if this was a vampire; she might have just messed up... Sherwood had told her to keep a low profile. But she was so curious... |
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| Cid | Friday, 20. June 2014, 20:36 Post #12 |
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Ooh, bound graphic novels... That sounds interesting. Maybe later. For now, the Vampire was a bit thirsty. And starved for perhaps less intellectual fun. His mismatched eyes, emerald and amber, flitted to the unfortunately blank television and then back to the Kine. "I'd love a drink, please. What do you have?" He was about to inquire after the television, specifically Cartoon Network, when the girl piped up with her question. Rather than finding offense, or whatever stuck up Kindred do when Kine speak out of turn, he smiled. A wide toothy grin, just short of baring fangs. He was intrigued by them, in his own ways... "My name is Matías Agustín... and you are?" He looked to both of them, still smiling. Unusually bright and bubbly for a Vampire, some might say. The pronunciation of his name brought out the more Hispanic element of his accent, and you could almost sense a twinkle of pride in it. Foolish pride. Latins tend to have it in abundance. |
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| Lynx | Friday, 20. June 2014, 20:52 Post #13 |
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"My name is Lynx and this is Susan, though she sometimes goes by Reggie, ladies preference. As fer what we have, well, there's Whiskey, Scotch, Vodka, Beer, Lager, Stout, Water, hemoglobulan versions of said alcoholic beverages for the more restricted palette. Divided by male, or female. I'm afraid at the moment that's the limit to our sorting system. We are of course working on developing a more discerning system of division for our iron rich stock." Lynx leaned on the bar and idly gestured to the area behind him. There were a number of clearly labeled bottles of booze of a number of sorts, along with what looked like barrels of beer resting on their side. He'd been clever about those. They were actually refrigerators that he'd had moldings cut and fitted for. So while they LOOKED like barrels, each was a small fridge with a different collection of blood bags and plasma within. On a back counter there was also what looked like an open barrel sawn in half. Resting within it was a pot of water, just under the boiling point. That was for heating the blood back up for a normal 98.6 degrees. He figured some vampires might not approve of a microwave and he hadn't been sure what it would do to the cells inside the blood. So he'd opted for the older tried and true method of just settling it into boiling water until it heated up appropriately. |
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| Reggie | Friday, 20. June 2014, 23:01 Post #14 |
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Reggie raised her hand from her lap, showing her palm in a quirky wave. "Hi, Matias. Reggie is fine, its my nick!" While she listened to Lynx going on about the blood her little mouth dropped open. She simply had no conception about what was actually going on at this bar... and how specific the blood... her little head was spinning. In a way, Reggie was still in a dream. Sherwood's dream. The harsh realities of the Vampire world had not yet been learned. She looked from the Malkavian to Lynx wide eyed. "Wow. I... had no idea." Reggie was coming to terms that she was in a blood bar. That blood had to come from somewhere. She shivered on how the collection of that might be done. There was blood... people's blood. In bottles. Right there. The slender young ghoul suddenly felt a bit ill. |
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| Cid | Friday, 20. June 2014, 23:25 Post #15 |
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Agustin matched Reggie's hand wave with his own, in a friendly mimicking gesture. He almost jumped with it, straightening back up to normal posture. She threatened to keep that grin on his face glued there, so cute and bubbly! A thought, though, 'I suppose she's not on the menu' kinda disappointed him... He'd never been to a place, of course, that had actual live human vessels to drink from. Not just yet. He was practically beaming already. "Well, my nick is 'Layo. Short for my middle name 'Pelayo'. It's Spanish, yep. Call me that, please." Then he leaned back in, mismatched gaze settling on Lynx. "Ehehe... I like her- err... y'all, I mean." Then back up as he tried to subdue his own excitement. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance! Lynx. Reggie." He said, nodding politely to each of them with their names. "As for the drink, I'd like something female. Straight- no liquor, I mean. How much would that be?" And suddenly, as if struck by the thought processes of another- the Malkavian asked a question. "How do you get it, by the way? Willing donors, right?" |
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| Lynx | Friday, 20. June 2014, 23:35 Post #16 |
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"We pay a blood clinic for private supplies. We get basic redacted information about the donors. They believe we're black marketeers for athletes who dope through use of extra red blood cells. Nobody is harmed." The Irishman considered the look of disquiet on Reggie's face, and Layo's reaction. He wasn't QUITE sure what was going on, but suspected he might have made someone uncomfortable. Still, he had a business to run, and couldn't just turn it away. "It's 150 pounds a pint. 200 for the alcoholic pints. Pricey I know, but cruelty free comes at a cost I'm afraid. I won't be compromising my morals te make it cheaper." He waited to be sure Layo could pay before he opened one of the "barrels" to reveal the refrigerator concealed inside and draw out a blood bag, standard as used in hospitals. He hooked it to a small stand and lowered it into the bubbling water so it could warm up. Then he twisted a little timer. He'd tested it. It took 2 minutes to warm up properly. Once done he'd transfer it to a black ceramic pint tankard and set it on the bar for Layo. |
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| Cid | Tuesday, 24. June 2014, 01:41 Post #17 |
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Agustin nodded along with Lynx's explanation. Shady, but it sounded alright. No big deal for the Malkavian's conscience. Not at all, actually. Bring on the blood! Let's see... How much does Agu have in his pocket? One fifty pound note (that was lucky!), six twenties and a few tens. Along with some change. Coins are pretty... Enough for one pint, at least. "That sounds fine." He said, trying to do a bit of mental math. It sounded about the same as Muse, but Agustin never ordered a 'pint' at Elysium. Just a cup here and there. Really, which was like a top-off in terms of Vampiric hunger. Hopefully this straight stuff here was alright... Can't match chocolate infused, tho'! Kindred vitae is the only thing sweeter... With a smile, Agustin handed over the money while Lynx began to prepare his meal. Agustin wasn't a consummate predator like some, and so he didn't have that vibe much more than any other Vampire. He was a predator yes, but he was among the least of them. Almost human. Too human. Makes it hard to survive sometimes... The girl seemed to have gone quiet... Something something her eyes... Rather than watching the bartender throughout his entire routine, Agustin turned his attention to her for a moment. "Are you alright, love?" His face scrunched into a pout. "Am I scaring you? I'm sorry... I won't bother your space much longer." Even his tone was a bit of a pout. Totes sadface... Fickle, fickle mood. She's so cute! But he's just a monster... |
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| Lynx | Tuesday, 24. June 2014, 01:51 Post #18 |
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Lynx rang up the purchase and slid the heated pint tankard over to Agustin. Keeping quiet since the vampire was clearly addressing Reggie. He wasn't going to force the vampire to converse with him obviously. Nor was he going to force Reggie to talk to him. His job was to facilitate drinking after all. So a strong whiskey blood drink at a nice 98.6 degrees was not Agustin's to enjoy in a thick walled black ceramic pint tankard. |
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| Reggie | Tuesday, 24. June 2014, 01:55 Post #19 |
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Cruelty free... That made Reggie feel a bit better about it. However, watching the process of a blood bag being warmed then served up as a pint here in a good ole' fashioned pub was... an education. After a second she realized the... vampire... was talking with her. "Um... no. I'm not scared." Reggie said. Her eyes became fixated on the pint. Okay... perhaps a bit scared. But... this was the world she was in now, right? With effort she looked up at Lynx and Pelayo. She offered a brave smile. Out came her Yorkshire accent "Sorry, just freaked out a bit. Not going to toss or anything; all good now." The slender ghoul felt awkward. |
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| Cid | Tuesday, 24. June 2014, 02:15 Post #20 |
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And the Vampire's smile returned... A toothy grin, his fangs extending instinctively as he reached for the blood. Even the least of Vampires is still a predator higher on the food chain than humans. Atop, top, top. Mmm... Blood bubbles. He took a sip, blinking at the Ghouls as if trying to assess their inner thoughts. Now, now his mismatched eyes flashed more with that monster's taint... That part of him that just wanted to devour them, too... In that moment of feeding. But he pushed it away. Agustin didn't like that feeling, he didn't want it to infect his soul and dominate his thoughts. He still liked people... Still needed and craved their companionship as much as their lifeblood. He forced the warmth back up, and that's what would stay with him for the meantime. Warm, mostly human, just a bit deranged, little Agu. Kinda cute, in his own little way... "Good." He smiled softly. "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable." He turned to Lynx. "Least not in your own establishment." Then back toward the general direction of the both of them as he took a seat at the bar. "Now, y'all are Ghouls right?" He asked, with a curious smile and cock of the eyebrows. He expected the majority of Kine who were in the know to be Ghouls, in fact. "I am a Malkavian. You know what that is?" There was a little bit of a frown with the question. He still wasn't ashamed or anything like that, but he assumed everyone thought the worst of him and his clanmates. Yes, Ventrue were picky and aloof, Brujah had tempers, and Toreador were... whatever the fuck they are. But Malkavians had it hardest when it came to trying to be normal. Just... Talk to people. Without exploding, not even violently, or something worse. Ah, well... That's there lot. |
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