Author Topic: Diaries of the Damned: Life Lessons of a Camerillian Vampire (Read 22241 times)

LadyJallyn · « **on:** »

This section is to be home to the diaries of the Kindred Players that choose to write diaries entries for their characters for extra experience and to better wrap their head around their characters emotions and way they think.

I use the term Diary entry but it does not have to be a diary format.

You can have yourself write in character as he reflects about the nights events. Or write an essay in which you explain your characters thought processes and feelings and motivations.

Each IN GAME Night that you are playing your character I do expect a Diary type entry.

The purpose of this page is to reflect on your feelings about the situations your character has faces as well as the people he/she encountered.

This is by no means to be used as players for insider knowledge, not is it a real game thing that would actually have your character really owning a diary unless you want it to be that way.

LadyJallyn · « **Reply #1 on:** »

This section is now open to add Chapter one and Chapter two Summaries.

thatredhead · « **Reply #2 on:** »

OOC: WOOT I get the first post!!

IC:

Dear Diary

So far today is terrible! It started with me waking up and getting on the scale. 110 pounds!! can you believe that crap? I havent eaten and three days and all I lose is 2 fucking pounds. Give me a break! I tell you, even though Im not religious, god has one sick sense of humor. Anyways, just to make sure the thing isnt breaking I pulled out the spare scale after my shower. It read the same thing which only led to a bit of a depression.

So after my shower I went and got dressed for the meeting. This was when my lovely little friend, Eric (who is my ghost who continuously tells me Im a fat cow and decides to criticize my wardrobe 24/7) decided to tell my that my blubber-butt was apparently spilling out and my boobs looked like they were about to implode. Not to mention, he added in the fact that he was beginning to notice a little bit of a spare tire. Anyways, he ended up telling me I looked hot in this god awful checkered sort of dress and klunky heels... yeah I know, never take advice from a dead guy, but I always do and cant help it!

So on my way to the meeting I felt really depressed and kind of overindulged on a plump little orange kitty. this only made me feel even more disgusting. Mental note to self: Food makes you feel worse than you already feel, so why bother? Nobody seemed to notice the cat hair which was good, or the fact that I was having second thoughts about my wardrobe. Damn ghost. I swear I would murder him if he wasnt already dead!

The meeting went fairly smoothly, minus the fact that I saw some very disgusting dead body pictures, a table was broken, a hole was put into a wall, a couple people almost frenzied, and I met some very strange people. Yeah, all went peachy on the meeting front. Sarcasm intended. A few people there were nice though, so hopefully I will get to see them again. Oh!! I got offered to model for an artist!! That made me quite happy, although I dont know if I will take the man up on his offer. Maybe after getting to know him.

So, basically whats been going on is Sabbat are on the loose in a sister town, and are planning to make their way here. Our goal is to prevent that as much as possible. We've been sent out into groups to scout the city and see whats going on. Hopefully nothing will go wrong and I will be back to write in you again.

Anyways, Angel, My teammate is waiting for me outside. He's giving me a ride, and I swear the two of us are our own little unit in our team. The rest of us are butting heads... Wow, off track. Im off now. Tata little diary. I will see you hopefully at the next moon.

XOXO Emily

Hurricanus · « **Reply #3 on:** »

IC

September 21/22

Lobo finally returned to trophy rock and sure as nightfall, he was bowled over by Isis as she leapt down on him from the branches of a large pine tree. The play did not last long as Lobo was sore, tired and smelled of blood. After a few moments of soothing the animal Lobo, a shower under on of the local waterfalls and he felt much better. Cuddling up against the same pine, Isis lying comfortably rested one paw and head in Loboï¿½s lap as the Kindred started, like he always did, to recount the dayï¿½s events. These times for Isis were heaven for as Lobo spoke he absentmindedly scratched and stroked the big feline. Nothing would separate the two until the dawn, (which Isis now hated) would draw Lobo into the ground. For the rest of the day she would lie on the spot until he returned.

ï¿½Hey Isis,

So what a day this has been. One of the best moments of it was of course our little wrestling match. You are getting big, one day youï¿½ll get me.ï¿½

As the big cat started to play hoping for some more practice, Lobo quieted the animal; he was just too tired.

ï¿½No, No Isis, in the morning. I am just too tired right now.ï¿½

So the cat settled again in Loboï¿½s lap as he continued the telling of the days events.

ï¿½George is a good guy. He takes good care of himself and his family. He gave me a drive into the city ï¿½ nice chat about his family and wife. Sometimes Isis, I wonder what that would have been like ï¿½ kids and all. He spoke about his troupe camping for a week at Valens in July; maybe I can hook an invite for the two of us. What do you think princess would you like to play with some Black Furies again?

I had him drop me off at city hall. Upper parking though, just to protect him from the other clans. The meeting was the usual mix of drama and sneers. Met a few nice people and manage not to lose my temper against the Toreadors, especially this frump that called me a furby. Good thing I left you at home. You probably would have sense my feelings and tried to rip him a new one. As it was I managed to put a hole in the Princeï¿½s meeting room. So I have a bill to pay the Prince for the repairs. Still, it seemed to have the effect of reducing the clan bards being thrown around. I noticed that no more jibes appeared after the wall incident so I guess it was worthwhile. Still, Toreadors can be such asses. I have to work on that Isis, if I demand respect I have to give it right. Indeed later that night I notice usefulness in the other clans that I was never aware of. Still, Ventureï¿½s are right up there in the asshole department. I guess that they have led for so long they just assume they have the ability and the right. Still to interrupt a clan head, our clan head ï¿½ Isis you know I have no great feelings for Sarah, but she does deserve the respect as clan head. Yeah, Mark the venture clan head interrupted our Sarah. I did my best to get the table back to her but another little Venture, high on his own importance, deflected it back to the Venture. ï¿½

A low growl had begun to build in Isis.

ï¿½No, Isis its okay, like I said I have to work this through. I am too critical myself to lay blame. And I must admit that over the night I have met a few new kindred that I both admire and would like to call friend. And Isis, this is a chuckle one is a Tremere and the other is a Toreador. Donï¿½t look at me that way, its true. I actually removed my mask for one of them and kept it off until the wall thing. The other is an admirer of Marcelï¿½s work, we havenï¿½t be up to visit Marcel in a while. Maybe when this crisis is over. Although I donï¿½t think I want to tell him Iï¿½ve covered one of this outfits in blood. I wonder if Jallyn would like to meet him too ï¿½ she certainly talks highly of him. And I finally met the Nosferatu that hangs out at the HPH. His name is Vic ï¿½ learned a lot from him ï¿½ but Iï¿½m getting ahead of the story.

So the big meeting was about the Sabbat invading Burlington and Hamilton. Burlington is just about fallen. Weï¿½re just dealing with the edge of an attack. Lets hope we can turn them away. I will fight, not as a Gangrel warrior like Sarah thinks we are always used ï¿½ but because I want to. If I or we the kindred of Hamilton donï¿½t succeed what would happen to you my sweet girl - or to George, Leslie, Frank, Rebecca, Thaddeus, Katie, and Adrienne. And I fear not only for the Kindred also but oddly, Isis, I find that I am worried about the humans in this city too. That poor couple we dispatched tonight. Again I am ahead of myself. ï¿½

With the talk of the Sabbat Isis hissed and her fur stood on end.

ï¿½Shush Isis, I working on making us safe. So at the end of the meeting we were divided into teams for searching out any Sabbat in the area. Some clan heads were sent to Burlington to help. No Sarah went to arrange an alliance with the Black Furies.

I was linked with two Nosferatu and two Toreadors. Two of them were the two that I already mentioned: Vic, the Nosferatu and Jallyn, the Toreador. It took forever to get moving though. I donï¿½t know what people were thinking. Come prepared ï¿½ not for a gala. Still, how much of our actions are dictated by the blood of our sires Isis ï¿½ how much? I will not be chained to what Gangrel blood demands of me. Tonight I survived in the city and with others ï¿½ not alone. Maybe, this is a change for this Gangrel. To be respected perhaps I must no longer play the dog this blood commands of me. I will be different. So Isis expect more company and more trips into the city. If I asked real nice would you agree to a collar and leash when we traveled in the city? Talk about change ï¿½ I think I may need to learn to drive. I canï¿½t risk George or anyone else for rides during this time of war. Too risky for them ï¿½ although I know they would. One of the reasons for the slowness was that I wasnï¿½t prepared with the ability to drive and a vehicle.

OCC: End of the meeting start of chapter two. Sorry about references to chapter two in chapter one's thoughts but they are on the same day and sort of had to flow out that way.

Hurricanus · « **Reply #4 on:** »

IC

April 19 1999

As Iggy settled himself for the passing of the day, Steel guarding on the other side of the red windowed door. Iggy knelt before a small altar ï¿½ incense lit his eyes lingered on the four statuettes that shared space on the altar top. Lining the back were Brahma, the creator of all humanity, kindred and even the were creatures, Vishnu, the protector of Brahmaï¿½s creations, and Shiva the destroyer ï¿½ he who returns all to Brahma so that the cycle of rebirth can be completed. Central and forward of the three main deities was Usas, the Lady of the Dawn, she who enlightens the dark with light, ignorance with knowledge, weakness with strength. Before mediating Iggyï¿½s usual habit was to just review the nightï¿½s events, hoping for enlightenment from Usas. He spoke it aloud and if necessary he was questioned by Dhinga, the spirit of a Brahman Patriarch form North Eastern India where Usas was a prominently worshipped.

ï¿½What a great night. My vision was clear and I was able to almost complete the work for the casino. It is a really great work and I hope it brings joy to any who se it.ï¿½

Iggy thought for a moment. Hubris is a terrible fault but sometimes his art made it flare too much in his soul. Dhinga would advise that at some point that would be one of the hardest things for Iggy to control if he ever wished to rejoin the cycle of rebirth.

ï¿½The night just got better. Donna loved and lauded the drawings I prepared for the work she had commissioned. During the time with her at the tavern I was taken though by Donnaï¿½s quiet strength. She is further along the path of enlightenment then I am. Still, I am certain that if I spend time with her I will be able to learn from her. Just like I learned from Luke. I miss Europe. Life with Luke and Steve was incredible ï¿½ the three of us rode such a great ride. STOMP! was such a success and so enjoyable. Still it was Lukeï¿½s guidance that lead me to Usas and Hinduism. I wonder if the Prince would allow me to invite the two to visit the city. It would be great to see them again. Donna would love them. But the truth is I miss them.

Iï¿½ve been thinking of Luke a lot tonight. Jay, a young 23 year old that reminded me so much of Luke, was more then just prey tonight. I must be honest, he moved me so much that I am thinking of petitioning the Prince to make him a ghoul. At least until he has a chance to live a human life and learn of the kindred. If later he decided to become a vampire ï¿½ I think I would want to be his sire. Funny, picturing myself as a father. Yet, I am an adult now in the Kindred world. It is time for me to start the third phase of my life. I have been a child, I have established myself in my craft ï¿½ is it now the time for me to be start a family. I have marked Jay as mine - now is the time to decide if I will continue on this course.

That is all for today. All hail Usas, the Dawn, Brahma, the creator, Vishnu , the protector and Shiva, the destroyer.ï¿½

April 20

ï¿½My dear Usas, where was your light tonight when I so needed it. Tonight started so promising ï¿½ the casino work done, I finally meet the Prince and he and I got along great I think. He, in some ways, acts very much like a Brujah ï¿½ but perhaps it is just that he approaches his duties much differently then the stuffy Princes of Europe. There the Princes wear and promote their clans openly. And they are certainly far more pompous then this Antigen. If it was an act of Antigenï¿½s to smooth and ease me by acting as a Brujah when visiting it workedï¿½ yet it would be interesting to watch as he visited a Nosferatu or a Gangrel. Still if it consciously done this latest Prince of Hamilton is smart ï¿½ and may just deserve his title.

But although the day was fine, Dhingaï¿½s worries bothered me all day. Even playing with Steel as fun as that is could only deaden it. Why did I ever decide to take a walk. Usas, Dhinga ï¿½ two boys died tonight at my hands. Worse I denied the act to the public and dragged Donna into the cover up. Even worse I violated the bodies so the horror to their families was even greater. And here I was just yesterday thinking about siring. I am not ready yet. I must learn to control my temper. I will dominate this beast, that shares this body of mine, ï¿½ not the other way around. I vow this to Donna, to Dhinga, to the people of Hamilton, to you Usas and to myself. I will not fail. I must not fail. I cannot fail.

That is all for today. All hail Usas, the Dawn, Brahma, the creator, Vishnu , the protector and Shiva, the destroyer.ï¿½

Krys · « **Reply #5 on:** »

Athial had shimmied over in the car noticing she would no longer have to sit in the middle. She rested her head against the window and watched as the street lights memorizingly flew by the car as Fia began to drive.

"I wonder what's going to happen to us? This is big I know; the Sabbat and the Camerillia have been feuding for ever but why do they have to bring the feuding here? This definitely throws a loop into my studies. I doubt Antigen will have much time to teach me more on Thaumaturgy and hone my skills to dominate over mortals.

Athials thoughts were cut short as her head knocked on the window with a thud as the car hit a bump. She rubbed head before readjusting at the next red light.

"Stupid roads they ever going to fix these pot holes. Oh I wonder how Antigen is taking to his newly decorated room. That little guy smashed his poor table. Let alone his wall. Don't blame the Gangrel though he was definitively provoked.

That Toreador was definitely way out of line. I mean you think you'd be more careful choosing your vocabulary with company you are unsure how they'd react. Then again His head was probably in the clouds most those Toreador seem to be all artsy. So unorganized and lacking drive to do anything actually productive.

He did a great job of pissing off Lobo that he put that silly mask back on and of course the hole in the wall.Wish he would of kept that mask off he was not to shabby to look at. Unlike other company present.I knew the rumors of the Nosferatu being twisted but I didnt realize how literal some of it was.

Some of the others seemed pleasant enough. Not that Babadora would fall under that category what a little brat! I can't believe she's still being and ice queen. I've been here for almost five years now you think she'd start to warm up but noooo. I"m just going to pull spoiled child. I mean she doesnt like people treating her like a child then maybe she shouldn't act like one. Playing that stupid you don't do as I say or I'm taddling crap.

Speaking of playing games what is up with these Malkavian. At least they are interesting however I'm sure they suffer from some form of dementia. Some of them honestly thought this was a game all dungeons and dragons style. Maybe I should pick up a book of it and maybe try to get a better understanding from wehre they come from. Then again I have too much other research to do.

My God I'm starting to sound like the Ventrue all stuffy. They sure are a bunch of know it all's. At first they seemed alright but after awhile you just get that bad vibe from them. That Mark is supposed to be Antigen's right hand man but I can't help but think he'd slit his throat if given the opportunity and right timing. I'll have to talk to Antigen about it. Hope he doesn't get offended. Eww Antigen's bad side that can't be pretty. Eek I'd never get the book of Avalon from him then.

The car came to a stop and Athial looked up. Everyone was getting out of the car. "Guess we're here"

Maxx · « **Reply #6 on:** »

I feel like the guy from Se7en, writing diaries without dates. I suppose it is an affectation, meant to suggest a timelessness to my life. Who these entries are intended for, I'm not sure. Maybe I'll look back at them, years from now to see where I've been and where I thought I was going. Maybe I'll laugh at my naivete. Maybe I'll be bitter over past failures and wallow in despair at my failure to reach my goals. I've got a sword of Damocles hanging over my head and it alternately makes me shy away and drive to build my hubris. My ambition is both my greatest strength and my greatest weakness, my Achilles heel and the force that drives me to succeed. I am Ventrue and in that lies power. I am Kindred and in that lies power. And yet, I am still weak. There are Kindred who are far more powerful than I. How to make them bend is the question. They MUST follow because I can do nothing but lead. How do I deal with those that will not follow? I'm not strong enough to break them. They are the immovable object but I am not the irresistible force. It is a puzzle. I am young yet. Perhaps time will yield the answers. Perhaps they will only show me the depths of my troubles. I will rise. I will, in time, rule. I don't want to rule the world. I just want my own small slice and I pray that when the times comes I will be content with what I gain because trying to gain more will be nothing short of madness.

A.A.

Met a street kid today. She's new to the area. A little too young but she has potential. I fed her and hired her to take pictures, hoping to identify new kindred in the city, just to give me an edge. She's also going to keep an eye out for daytime talent, something I haven't been able to do thus far. A hot meal and some cash and she was eating out of my hand. Who knows? Maybe in a few years I'll be eating out of hers. I let her finish my steak, declare I wasn't hungry any more. It tasted great but just putting it in my mouth made me nauseous. Eventually I'll stop torturing myself like that but a facade must be maintained. She seems surprisingly well connected for some one so new to the area, then again the street kids all know each other. She might be able to bring me a few new musicians and even an artist or two for some cover art. Speaking of which, Dave approved the cover art concept for Gathering Moss. The mixing should take about another week and then we'll start flogging it to the music stores. Gary had to throw out a pair of drunker rowdies that got
into a fight. One threatened to come back and set him on fire. What a tool.

A.A.

Dee actually brought me an artist today. He's just a graffiti kid but he's got some talent, I have to admit. I might hire him to paint the back wall of the building. I pulled the pizza scam to make it look like I was eating. Gave Dee a tour of the studio after JJ left, since it was dark. It's been slow, which has me a little worried. Luckily, Dee may know a few garage bands that would be willing to pay for studio time. I'm considering ghouling her but she's far too young at this point. Gary said that we need to start bringing in the Rickard's labels, since the Red is getting popular. I'll take a look at the numbers and see where they go. It's the beer of choice at the Bite N Brew, which might bring a little unwanted trouble, if they decide to ignore the fact that I own the Unyon.

A.A.

I need to talk to Hania about her coke habit. She needs to warn me when she's been norting it. I spent most of the night wired for sound and I know it affected things in the studio. Sonny is enough of a prima donna without me being hopped up on coke and pushing him. He turned into a whiny bitch and we only got two decent tracks laid down. I hope the next session goes better. Dee brought the first roll of film over today and she's got a band looking to book studio time. I told her to bring them by tomorrow and to bring a demo tape. She crashed on my office couch for a few hours but insisted on going back out into the rain. She's not going to be of any use to me if she gets sick.

A.A.

I have to admit, Squish is turning into a wise investment. She's got a lot of raw talent as well as a raw sexuality that makes my teeth ache. Allen handled her session today and he tried very hard to show how not impressed he was. He failed miserably. I think we've got a winner here. Dee dropped by with another set of pictures. She might even have been bitten. I'm not sure. She woke up feeling shitty and not where she was when she can last remember anything. I'll have to look into who hunts Jackson Square rooftop. She may have gotten a picture of a Kindred but then again, maybe it was just a wannabee. She got a shot of something that might also be another Kindred, a Nosferatu maybe or a Malkavian, since they show up on the film but Dee didn't see them. I'm thinking about 'hiring' Dee as night security, just to give her some place to stay at night rather than sleeping in rain. I've told Gary to go ahead with the Rickard's Red. We should have it in by the end of business tomorrow. I played a little 'spot the hooker', hoping to pick up a cop for potential ghouling. Turns out she was an actual hooker, young and very cute. Talented hands too. I might end up ghouling her anyway. Gary called me with Dee pounding on the door of the Unyon. She ran across some dead guy at Bayfront Park. I called the Prince and I'm getting the photo's developed ASAP. We are in some serious deep shit here because somebody is putting up neon sign trying to bring down the Masquerade.

A.A.

I got Rachel to rush the photos, which killed two birds with one stone. I called Iggy to give him a heads up but he didn't answer. Vincent did and I warned him as to what was going down. Helen has already called and wants the Toreador to present a united front. God help us all.

A.A.

Christ almighty, what a fiasco. The meeting turned into a declaration that we were at war and we were divided into scouting parties. My place in providing the information was glossed over. I consoled myself by effectively chairing a meeting of the younger Kindred, deciding and arranging our own scouting missions. it was an interesting exercise but ultimately futile, since the Prince had already decided on groups. The scouting turned into all out war as the Sabbat first offensive hit three of the city's hospitals and we were sent to deal with it. With no defined leader, the group that I was in followed a rash Gangrel into battle. She made a grand mess of things, releasing the first Kindred we encountered, Diablorizing the second and collapsing into a puddle of spineless mush afterward.

I managed to get her on her feet and moving, just in time for the next Sabbat disposable to join us in an elevator. At least we held onto her. We also caught another one, although he wasn't quite as co-operative as Missy the neo-Pagan. Fia (notice a trend when it comes to who is at the front of the violence list?) kicked his testicles up into his eye sockets. The 'pussy posse' was a disaster because the girls all chose to follow the sisterhood of carnage, rather than using logic. If they'd listened to me, Fia would not have placed herself so far up shit creek that she no longer has a canoe, let alone a paddle.

I made a formal fully disclosed report to the Prince (which Athail interrupted) just in time for reinforcements to arrive from New York. There are two new Ventrue, both older and stronger, so I'm going to be slipping a little down the pecking order. I'm working with a new group. I've got two of the new people, including one new Ventrue (he's a bloody stripper!), Iggy and Jallyn (she is an Oh-My-God gorgeous red head). Hopefully things will go better with Antigen actually putting me in charge rather than just letting anarchy rein. We got a head start on searching the new area, so hopefully we'll be one step ahead on the game when the sun sets again.

I am in a lot of trouble here. I have no skill for this kind of fight but I'm being given command. I can't do any worse than Fia but that isn't saying much. She set the disaster bar so high that I doubt anyone will be able to clear it.
A.A.

The True Ginger Ninja · « **Reply #7 on:** »

April 20th Monday - 8:12 PM. - Inside the Lair of Fia

Fia took a moment from getting ready and sat on her computer. She filled out an entry in her eDiary.

Hey there,

Guess what. I got a turtle! His name is Pickle. Seeing as how it's the only thing in my fridge, (until I do groceries), I'm glad he likes them. I was going to call him Benjamin, but I like Pickle better. Some crack whores called it in. He doesn't smell anymore, since I scrubbed him. I asked him if he liked the scrubbing, and he bit me, so I assume yes. I looked up what they eat and habitat and all that, and I think I can keep him very comfortable. The ghouling is going good, too. I think he's going to be my favourite, so far! I have to get ready for the meeting so I'll fill the rest in later...

Looking at the clock, she shut down, gathered her things, and ran out the door.
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Tuesday April 21st 9:09 pm - Whitehern - Fia

Fia sat in the most luscious room she had ever seen in the Whitehern. She had just met some of the other vampires from the city. She never really socialized with her own kind much, unless there was fighting or taking care of their animals.

Angel's hot, if you like that Mediterranean flavour... Emily eats cats, I think. she thought to herself as she scanned the table with her eyes.

Iggy is a very interesting dude. I must see his art someday. she let her eyes hold for a moment when they hit Lobo.
"Little bro," she said as she gave him a slight nod. He nodded back with the flash of a smirk. She nodded towards the head of the table.
Where's Antigen? she mouthed, answered by a shrug. She moved back to her scan.

Fia watched as Waylon insulted Lobo's outfit. Oh, bad idea, buddy... she thought as his fist went through the wall. The artiste doesn't even realize it's a design from his own clan, she thought, rolling her eyes. She laughed inside her head, Helen would be so disappointed.

As the Prince sent Sarah to meet another clan, Fia started to worry. This is not a good sign...

LadyJallyn · « **Reply #8 on:** »

Keep up the work in progress Moonkatie I love it so far...

Krys · « **Reply #9 on:** »

Athial watched the house carefully as they pull into the parking lot. She looked at her comrades and felt a ball pittying in her stomach.

Oh Antigen, how do I talk to you about what just happened?I don't think your going to like what we have to say. This evening has gone from bad to worse and it isn't going to get any better soon. I really wish i was a fly in his head maybe that would explain some of my questions.

Where those even Sabbat member's in the hospital? I mean I know that some of them have to be, but Chaz. Antigen why did Chaz describe you? Hell how do I even start to bring that up? Then again I'm sure someone will blurt it out for me. NO no I can't let that happen. If Chaz is Antigen's he doesn't need to suffer that sort of embarrassment. Embracing that man is an embarrassment in itself. Antigen is going to be mighty angry when he finds out we just let him walk. especially if we thought it was his childe. That only is going to make matters worse.

I know I wasn't thinking right after I heard that. Would you really do that to us? Would you send us on some sort of goose chase or quest at the risk of our lives?Did he mean to stick the weaker together in hopes of their failure? Do we really mean so little? I really hope i'm not that expendable. I definitely don't want to end up like that bum. Then again I don't wan to be in Fia's shoes ether.

Note to self keep distance from her.I don't want to be her next snack. I can't imagine what it would of been like. I mean its one thing to drink from someone but to have your soul slowly sucked out of you as well. Not on my top ten ways to go list thats for sure. I wonder what Antigen will do with her now? She drank his soul for Christ sakes! Thats one of the main things that sets us apart form the very Sabbat we are hunting down. That and its the second most important rule. I hope Antigen will be lenient under the circumstances I didn't see any other outcome. We tried to get her off and get her to stop but that was all in vien.The aura coloring is definitly not flattering on Fia either. I know she's rough around the edges but she always means well.

I mean if it wasn't for Fia I don't know what would of happened to me. Man that asshole ruined my pants. My ankle still stings too. Compared to him though I'm peachy keen. Man I knew Fia could play rough but playing "Viva Pinata" on his balls wasn't that necessary. Though she did mention she didn't mean to hit that hard. Hrmmm no wait ya he definitely deserved it. Poor Pappillion. I'm glad i wasn't in her delicate shoes. Guess I really should start whining about my ankle along with my ruined pants. I didn't have wheelchairs thrown at me, got a broken nose or had my knee shattered. I really am a coward compared to the others. Maybe I should get my nose out of the books from time to time and learn how to be courageous like them or would that be ignorant. They always did run in guns a blazing so to speak.

Awww Des or is it Nat well whatever. I like her. I swear she was one of the few that actually listened to me if I had anything to say most the night. Others just seemed to keep doing their own thing which isn't cohesive for a team atmosphere but we managed. Managed to royally suck. I digress. I'm glad Des was there tonight. Her handy magic trick saved our butts. If it wasn't for her I'm sure this hippy chick would of ran for the hills to. Its nice to see that she brings comfort to her. I wish I related that well to other vampires. Book worm versus rwar I want to eat your face vampires. ya no both different.

oooo eatting faces. I definitely hope that doesn't happen. oh man bloody Sabbat this is all their fault. They couldn't just stay out of my city nope. Bloody buggers. When I find them they are going to get whats coming to them.

SilverMist · « **Reply #10 on:** »

April 21st/22nd 1999

I just thought I'd update you before I left. My curling iron broke, I nearly through a nervy spazz, but my darling Lydia (the blond maid) Had bought me a back up. Talk about foresight huh? Haha Helen! I will look awesome AND be on my best behavior! She'll have no reason to yell at me. Ope there's the phone, I'll finish this after the meeting.

Cont'd

If I flip back through these pages I find a lot of references to: "Nothing much Happening" "I need more to write about" "Nothing to report". That's all about to change, they always say be careful what you wish for, and I truly understand the meaning of that. Something terrible is happening in my little city, and I-We, all of us, need to rise up and fight it. The Sabbat are already at war with Burlington, and are knocking on our door as well. We've been separated into groups. I'm not with Vincent, c'est heart crushing, but my group is....Interesting. And Antigen knows best. There's six of us including myself.
Fia - She seems strong, a little snippy but a tough girl, she seems to have taken the reins.
Nat - ...She's a Malk, what can I say?
Athial - She seems to be bright
Emily - Ummm...Wearing a checkered and maryjanes...Questionable.
Angel - He wants to be the leader, but Fia seems to have beaten him to it
And of course Me.
Anyway I have to go or I'm pretty sure Fia will drive away without me. I'll finish this entry and give details tonight, hopefully I'll be around to. I'd hate to have my memoir cut short just as it got into something worth writing down. Not that I'm happy about this, but a war is on our heels, the night isn't as safe as it was. It certainly needs to be put to paper.

Cont'd

Oh my god, if this is the way my week is going to be going it is certainly not going to be an easy haul. We arrived at the hospital, met with, Chaz, or Chad...I don't remember, he was a nice enough fellow for someone who latched onto Fia like a sucktion cup. He's supposed to Call Fia. You see my group (myself included) have a small issue. You see the Sabbat turn vampires, bury them until frenzy and then release the for stertigic or chaotic reasons. This newly born frenzying vampires cause untold ammounts of mayhem, and suck kine/kindred alike dry as they come across them. The thing is, at one point, however, eventually become sated and coherent...At which point my group loses all nerve to kill them. Though I wouldn't at all mind laying my hands on that stupid kid who kicked my knee cap in. Oh yeah, that was tres fabulous. First moment of usefulness and I immidiately get my knee cap kicked in. Oh the ouch factor with that. Aw well. He got his back. There was another, a hippy wiccan lady with no shoes! Sacre bloody bleu! Ridiculous.
After that, we rapped it up for the evening and returned to Whitehern, when we arrived a limo was pulling up (I can't believe this happened all in one night.) There were people from NEW YORK! Coming HERE! To help us...It was amazingly sweet. Though there is this one Cera, who has a fascination with talking back, SO eighties. She needs to get over it before both Toreador's begin to become brawlers. I need to have a decorum chat with Waylon, he's getting in everyone's face and needs to simmer down. I had to make SO many calls tonight. Cancel everything, what a night. Stay tuned.

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April 20th/21st, 1999

Not much to report this evening. I went out pretended to drink and danced, it was grand. It's always grand though, I doubt I shall ever tire of it. Nor walking home and not feeling the need to look over my shoulder for someone lurking in the shadows.
Helen called this evening. She says there's an emergency meeting at the Prince's tomorrow night. She can be positively beastly that one. Being a Toreador sometimes feels a lot like high school, having to deal with bitchy popular girl who know one likes, smile big darling and hopefully they don't notice you grinding your teeth. But seriously, who pissed in her cornflakes? She probably eats babies. She's the type who would eat babies. Evil Helen...Anyway I'm getting side tracked. So I figure I'll wear that black cocktail dress I picked up, the one with the glittery shawl, and my four inch black satin heels. You don't want to be over enthusiastic about this sort of thing. Oh well. I just hope I don't screw something up or I'll never hear the end of it!

~<3 xxxxooo Papillion Framboise

pyro71976 · « **Reply #11 on:** »

OCC: I know this isn't a diary reviewing the previous chapter through Vic's eyes and so may not be worth an experience point but this is what came to me so I figured I should post it anyway.

Hamilton Downtown - Outside an Apartment Building
Morning August 1987

God... It was too easy "Yes ma'am, I understand. Sarah here will clean the apartment top to bottom twice a week and groceries will be delivered every saturday." They thought they were helping their daughter develop independence after her release like the doctor suggested. "Yes, if there's any problems with the Apartment or Claire I'll call right away" In truth they were just handing their loved ones over to a predator and paying for it on top "Not to worry ma'am we're a full service company and we specialize in cases like this." The concerned parents handed over keys for the apartment and a cheque for the first months service and drove away.

Turning to Sarah, Vic handed over 10 bucks "That's it for today so your off but I need you tommorow to meet the wilson's." Sarah took the money, smiled and headed off. Sarah.. She had been a good find, A street kid 17 years old with a face still innocent enough looking to put people at ease, who was more than willing to help deceive the famalies in return for a roof, food and some spending cash... she'd had to do more for less before Vic turned around heading into the apartment building, there was time to have some fun before work. Besides Claire had to be shown what was for the best. They always came around either because they were just glad to be accepted, to have a boyfriend, to be treated as normal even if it had to be kept secret or because they feared going back... to the asylum.

Hamilton Mountain - Hamilton Asylum
Afternoon February 1988

Moping the floors Vic overheard a doctor informing a gentleman that his sister was ready for release but that she would need help adjusting to life outside or else she may end up returning... It was never hard to find people who were just the right kind of desperate, and a quick change and his hospital ID was usually enough to get there trust Vic sidled up to the gentleman, dressed in his only suit with his ID pinned to the jacket, as he was leaving. "Excuse me I overheard your conversation with Doctor Fuller, I run a business helping clients adjust to life outside of the institution" Vic handed him a business card "I can give you references if you'd like" Vic spoke with authority and confidence, shaking the gentleman's hand
"John Sheridan... the Donavan's told me I should look you up, they say your taking excellent care of there daughter Claire"
"Ah yes Claire, wonderful girl, if you'd like we can arrange a meeting with the young lady, Sarah, who'll be the primary caregiver"
"I'd love to be able to do it myself but I'm working two jobs just to make ends meet..."
Feed enough rope... "Sir, it's OK, I'm sure your doing everything you can. I know we can work something out."

Hamilton Downtown - Inside Apartment
Early Morning June 1988

Vic rose naked from a bed, a 20 year old girl curled up crying still in the bed. "Look Claire, you like being out here don't you? Do you want to go back? cause you know one phone call..." the girl whimpers "well then..." Vic pours himself a glass of water "Did your parents leave your spending money yet?" Vic picks up an envelope from the counter " ah here it is, and you better clean up in here we wouldn't want complaints now would we...?"

Hamilton Mountain - Hamilton Asylum Grounds - Wooded Area
Late evening June 1988

Vic was walking through the woods. "Oh my god, this city is going crazy... Gang wars breaking out... People reporting all kinds of crazy shit... They're rounding up all the people released from the hospital within the last year. What if they grab Claire? What if she talks? I can't let that happen... with all this chaos no one will question one crazy girl killing herself..."

A voice out of the night called Vic's name. Vic jumped his heart beating like a drum in his chest, while he frantically searched for the source of the voice "You have a lot to pay penance for" Vic spun around to see a stooped and hooded figure appear as if out of the very darkness. The hooded figure raised a deformed hand and pointed at Vic "you shall spend eternity paying for your misdeeds" it was then that a snake rose from the grass and bit Vic, as the night faded to nothingness he heard the figure continue "and making others pay as well"

3x3 cell - Unknown location
Some time later

Vic awoke naked chained to a wall, the sounds of hissing and clawed feet on a stone floor coming through the cell door, he was wracked with pain. His skin felt like it was being stretched to tightly over his body and he could feel it tearing with the slightest movement. Panic began to rise in Vic as the gravity of his situation began to hit him, it was then that he realized he wasn't breathing... his heart wasn't beating...

The door to the cell opened, revealing the hooded figure "I see you've awoke and the change has begun, we can start when its done" Vic began screaming, whether to curse his captor or beg for mercy could not be told as Vic's screams turned to wails of suffering. As his movement caused more of his skin to tear, every wave of pain causing his body to convulse leading to even stronger agony until eventually consciousness fled him.

Vic once again opened his eyes to the light, he could still feel the intense pain of his taut skin but different, more like a background hum, a constant ache that with concentration he knew he could function with, though it combined now with a hunger as he'd never felt before. And once again, as if on cue, the door to the cell opened and the hooded figure shuffled in, carrying a length of knotted rope, "It's time to begin... First you'll learn to recite the litany of your sins, from your earliest recollection, and don't leave out any no matter how inconsequential. You must pay penance for all your sins in measure" Vic began begging for his life, his freedom; offering anything, everything. As the first sentences left his throat the figure began to beat him with the rope, the beating continued until once again darkness engulfed him.

The next time Vic awoke there was a wooden bowl within his chained reach, the smell of the blood in it overwhelmed his senses and before he was conscious of his own actions the bowl was empty; what he hadn't drank, he now wore. The ache of the hunger receded but did not leave altogether, instead it joined the chorus of continuous pain from his body. Vic's head became clear enough to be aware that he was not alone, the hooded figure was in the doorway "It is time to begin... recite the litany of your sins" As the memory of the previous beating and the beginnings of this one washed over him Vic began to cry out all the wrongs he could recall from the most heinous he had committed upon his victims from the asylum to the hunting knife he had stolen from his father as a child until once again darkness claimed him.

Vic could not tell how long this continued; weeks, months, even years but as time passed his world collapsed to just Death , Pain and his sins and he began to change; the cries of his sins became a mantra, an oath of change, of penance for himself and the world. The pain changed from something he fought through and against to something he welcomed, a path he walked toward redemption and the hooded figure changed from his captor to his master...

Vic woke once more in his cell and drank the bowl of blood, and awaited the arrival of his master, when something that had never happened before occured... he heard voices... one obviously belonging to his master but he did not recognize the other one...

^Unknown "What have you done Burke, we gave you the information about the Sabbat and Dimitri's own machination's for you to pass on to Ganesh, Andrew and the other elders to avoid this war."

^Burke "Why avoid this? through the pain of this time they shall move closer to redemption"

^Unknown "That is not our way, we only bring pain to those that act against the path of redemption and death only to those that are beyond redemption."

^Burke "Ah, but all non-believers act against the path and those who died WERE beyond redemption or gave there lives FOR the path even if they didn't know it"

^Unknown "You've gone mad Burke but that is irrelevant now. You defied the will of the trinity and in so doing endangered the entire order. The trinity has decided that your path has ended!"

^Burke "You can't do this... What about our plans for this city... what about Dimitri... You know what happened... I can..."

^Unknown "The trinity will decide what's to be done about him, it is no longer your concern. RESTRAIN HIM!"

The sounds of a brief struggle reached Vic's ears and then the unknown voice spoke once more.

^Unknown "Who is in the cell Burke?"

The cell door opened and Vic could see his master being held by two other creatures as deformed as he was and a third, the owner of the unknown voice...

^Unknown "YOU MADE A CHILDE!! WITHOUT THE PERMISSION OF THE ORDER? Does your arrogance know no bounds?"

Turning to Vic the creature approached, his fetid stench filling Vic's nostrils.

^Unknown "Has he been indoctrinated?... we will see"

The creature reached out, taking hold of Vic's chin and staring deep into his eyes...
Vic felt the creature sifting through his mind

^Unknown "...... You haven't even told him what he is now, Our ways, Our laws...... But you chose right, this one is in need of redemption and is... open to direction towards the path...... Rest Now, All will be explained"

At the command to rest he felt the darkness enveloping him.

"Wait..." the voices sounded so distant, barely perceptible "Does he know? Did you tell him?" the darkness claimed him before he could here the rest "She is pregnant... with his child..."

"Burke you endangered all of the orders plans for this region and risked exposing us to the rest of the Nosferatu and the other clans" speaking to the other, seen and unseen "Destroy him but leave the haven intact and bring the childe, maybe we can yet salvage our plans for this city" with that the unknown creature faded from sight.

TO BE CONTINUED

Hurricanus · « **Reply #12 on:** »

Iggy IC

April 21/22

My dear Usas, today was busy, Steel and Dhinga were ignored too much. I missed having both or either with me tonight, even though it was for their safety. Steel is feeling it worse. When this war is done Steel and I have a night in the park.

War - the city is at War. The Sabbat have invaded. Tonight, I became BRUJAH! and am bloodied. Most of the kindred are calling it a sabbat scouting or hunting party. How can they ignore the vast number of Kine deaths tonight, the attacks on our way of life, the masquerade being all but tatters now. And Donna is gone, fighting in a war that is not our own. At a time when we need are most strengthest they are gone. Us whining egocentric young, untested were left to hold the fort. The fort held but barely. And now to help - no Usas our leaders are not back - instead ringers have been brought in from New York. I have met them all and have spoken to two - I can fight with them but not as well as I could have our leaders. Another question I do not understand - why are the newcomers here and not in Burlington. Antigen, why do you seem to be working toward the fall of this city to the Sabbatt.

Still, from the chaos some oddities and changes have occurred. I have meet all the kindred of the city tonight, even the new imports. Some I have gotten to know better. It is odd this mixing of the clans. But because of it I have seen what a Tremere can do. Very scary. I have seen a Toreador fight, and do it well. I know Scott better, good guy can help me learn more ways to defend myself and my city, but as a leader of the Brujah? Perhaps I am too naive but I can not see he as even half the leader our dear Donna is. Angel - tonight I saw his Venture side. The blood does run thick in the clans. I see now that like all Venture I have met, he is opinionated, block-headed and believes that the best way to lead is a strong arm and a long whip. Well, my dear Usas, this is one mule that will kick back. I hope that I may be able to find more of the old Angel still in this new monstrosity but time will show that.

My dear Usas I can fight and I can do so as a man always aware of the good for which I fight and one that is pained by the need to do so. I feel the beast losing its control. Tonight I withstood the beast several times. But I discovered that my hand was steadiest, when my mind was calm. My goal is too make this my nature. We shall see. For it is a time when horrible things are happening, and we are doing horrible things for the better good. One of our Kindred tonight diablerized, a Gangrel who is one of the cities warriors. She will be made to face a trail for her act. The deed horrifies me but we are at War. Antigen - how can we save this city and your palace if we must fear using the tools we are given to wage it. Tonight as good as we were we were hampered by the restrictions to our fighting. Antigen is another of the Kindred that I must re-evaluate - I will keep watching as I did at the second meeting tonight.

The must surprising thing tonight though, regrettably War is something which does not surprise me, was water. I did not burn. Tonight I was under the surface of moving water. As the waves passed over me, I felt the agony of my flesh burning off as final death approached swiftly. It was as if from one of my nightmares. But when I was pulled out I was nothing except wet. How can this be but a miracle from you or Saraswati, whose waters flow giving wisdom to the world. I must mediate on this.

That is all for today. All hail Usas, the Dawn, Brahma, the creator, Vishnu , the protector and Shiva, the destroyer.ï¿½

Hurricanus · « **Reply #13 on:** »

April 21/22

OCC This is the finish of my first post in the Diaries section. It is the same conversation with Isis (as it is the same day) but covers chapter 2.0.

IC

"It was terrible Isis. The carnage. I know now that we can not limit ourselves up here. We must remember that we are part of a greater thing. It is surprising how your view can change when you are in a life to death struggle for your own existence and your way of life. We will always be the Runners of the Bruce Trail, Isis but perhaps it is time for me to grow up a bit, get a actual Haven, where people can reach me. Somewhere near. Today I thought of many empty buildings close by that maybe we could use - they all attach to the base of the escapement. We'll see as I am touring them tomorrow.

These other clans are strange. I must admit that I am not like Sarah and our sisters, Isis. I like the stage and the public light. I like to lead. I will get to know more about my fellow Kindred. I know call several friends - Vic and Jeromy both Nosferatu. Vic is amazing. The way he works with creatures - all creatures was eye-opening. Jeromy a noble fighter for the city's Kine. Will - "please call me Boogie" a big talking with the power to back it up Brujah. He is a bit of a pain a times but we fight differently - he is much more in your face - he doesn't seem to like the flourish of a surprise pounce from above. And Jallyn - a toreador (occ - lower case intended) - who would of thought. Tonight she showed me the toreador as a diplomat. It is what the clan is best at other then art and posing. She is very much like Marcel - but shy - for some reason she just seems shy.

My team kicked ass tonight though. Faced six Sabbat and the team was unhurt. Better then our poor sister Fia. She diablerized one of the Sabbat fiends. It was done to protect herself and her team but it will go bad for her. A young Venture - Angelo is already using it to promote himself. You should have heard him go on with noble statements of Fia's grief over the act, that it was war and yet that it was still so horrible. He was almost wetting himself in his own excitement to regale all present of the horror that was our dear sister. Listening to him, I could not help but think the power of diablerie excited him and his true regret was that the power went to Fia not him. He is some-one to watch and watch careful for he seems always poised with a dagger at some-ones back. Such would be a mistake if done to me.

Another who I will learn more about - a lot more is this twisted little upstart of a tordeador - definitely one of Helen's little puppets and with her gone to Burlington he seems to be having a difficult time thinking. His name was said but it was not important enough to register -- no wait that is it Waylon or some such. Tonight he called Sarah and me out in front of the Prince. The little snot actually had the balls to berate Sarah as she defended the callousness which this city uses its Gangrels. He is lucky he still has those same balls - but like most toreador's he called the fight with Daddy watching so nothing could be done without facing Antigen's wrath. Still that little twerp had me at the edge of frenzying twice tonight. And that would have not aided poor Fia to have Gangrels seen as mere beasts. Fia will not die for her act. I will get her out of this city with the Prince's support or not. If a bloodhunt is called lets hope they know they are fighting two or more Gangrel not one.

Tonight, I sat as Gangrel second. The chair felt comfortable, I must admit I liked it. I know Sarah talks often of the burden of leadership but something about it completes me. I will be leader - one day. And eventually Prince - if not here somewhere else. Today, I took the first of many steps toward that goal. I guess I have become a Kindred tonight and am no longer a Childe.

Sarah like the other clan heads was sent to Burlington. So the city is stripped of its leaders except for the Venture and the Tremere. This war has been waged horribly and Antigen ignored my requests for an explanation of his and therefore the city's lack of preparedness and fore-knowledge. One doesn't have to squint much to see a massive change in power occurring solidifying Antigen's claim as Prince with the weakening of all the clans except Tremere. I guess we will know the truth at the trials. It will be interesting to see if Antigen is willing to be judged himself. It is there when we will discover if this new way of Antigen's is real or just a veneer hiding the much older Kindred order. I should see if I can in the next while I can get a copy of the Magna Carta Libertatum - something for Antigen to review."

Lobo chuckled at Isis, "most likely it will end up as kindling for his fire-places.

But now Isis the suns rises and I must sleep. Be safe during the day and I will see you at sunset.

Summyr · « **Reply #14 on:** »

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LadyJallyn · « **Reply #15 on:** »

Dear AC seriously if I could give out more than one exp for diaries I would so be giving you more. Fantastic job!

Maxx · « **Reply #16 on:** »

Oh my God!

Dale, give her my diary exp, if I'm getting any. I bow down before a superior effort.

Summyr, your diary is nothing less than totally amazing. I am in awe.

Maxx · « **Reply #17 on:** »

What a night. Iggy has gone all anarchist on me... Go figure. The Prince gives me some authority (about time) and he gets all up in my face with some bullshit comments about how I'm about to lead everyone down the road to ruin. Jackass. Remind me to break a bottle over his head later.

We lost a Nosferatu and a New York Brujah. We managed to get the Gangrel stripper with the nice legs back. We were following Napoleon Dynamite the Malk elder into Dundas, to go after the team that got jumped there. Guess who was in that team? Fia! She was the only one to come back standing. Xiaoqing was captured, Jeromy was killed. Babadora was hurt so bad she Torpored. Recalled from other searching, we were reorganized and sent into Dundas.

Boogie and Lobo got bored and ran off. Boogie got killed and I'm not sure what happened to Lobo. I think he was still underground but we had no proof except for a salted patch of earth. We managed to capture two more of the Sabbat shock troops but damn near lost Hearst.

Then Hamilton blew up.

Sweet Jesus. My family is gone.

The Sabbat will pay for that crime. Even more than for their attack on Whitehern. They have earned an enemy that they will not soon lose. Every ounce of my energy, every drop of my blood will go to fighting them. I will be subtle. Revenge is a dish that will be served cold but my blood will burn until the night either the Sabbat falls or I meet my Final Death.

A.A.

Maxx · « **Reply #18 on:** »

Well, I am never going to find out how things would go if I squared off against Lobo or Boogie. Boogie is dead and Lobo is leaving. Hell, half the damned city is leaving. Even little Papilion is leaving, not that I blame her. She's not cut out for this sort of thing. Scottie is dead, although Iggy managed to come through alive. When the time is right, I'm going to offer Donna and the other Brujah my condolences.

The only bright side is that Xiaoqing survived. With luck I will be able to paint her beautiful eyes. I'm not sure how they will stand up beside the eyes of that sweet, innocent child. I will hold those eyes as an example of beauty until my final nights.

It is good to have beauty in the world, especially since the world is burning. In this case, the metaphor is literal. Half the city is gone, destroyed in a Sabbat sabotage attack on some fuel depot I didn't even know existed. Well, it doesn't exist any more. Neither does the north end. The Brujah will be pissed. Hell, I think everyone is pissed. Vincent's home was torched and everything he owned went up in flames. I wouldn't be surprised if he headed for Guelph or Niagara with Papilion. Helen lost a few minor pieces and a lot of glass. I'm putting up Jallyn for a few days. Maybe I can get her to do up something for Helen to replace what was destroyed and to maybe buy her a little break. I doubt it though. She goes on about her dead muse constantly whenever art is brought up. Such a tortured soul. She really should have been a Malkavian.

Goosekat · « **Reply #19 on:** »

Journal of Xiaoqing Private Do Not Read

April 24th

This has to be the stupidest thing I have ever done. Robert made sure that I had a place to crash after the those bastards torched my haven. Luckily he was able to salvage a good portion of my person belongings and my clothes from the basement. I don't know if they meant to close the door or if it was just a reflex action but either way I was grateful for it. Robert!!!! Now there is a guy I could spend the rest of eternity with. Too bad it can never be. I just hope no one ever finds this or we will both lose our lives. His sister was kind enough to give me a place to stay for awhile. But it just might become a permanent situation. Robert has even suggested that I ghoul her to make things easier. That way I would have someone to take care of me and neither of us would have to worry about a slip of the tongue revealing our relationship. I don't how the other Wolves would reacted to finding out one of their own was romantically involved with one of the Kindred but I do know how the Kindred community would react. I don't really fancy the idea of being on the receiving end of a stake and bake. So I will talk to Sarah about the best way to go about applying to ghoul her. That way there will be no problems, hopefully. I just hope the Prince or whoever doesn't ask to many questions about the situation. I never was a good liar and even with the practice I have been getting lately I still have not gotten much better.

I just don't know what to do about the whole Sabbat infiltrating Hamilton thing. I know my job and no matter what I will do it. I just wasn't expecting them to hit like they did. I don't know why. It's basic Sabbat tactics to hit hard as a distraction while they did what they real came to do. I guess I just wasn't expecting them to hit without some sort of warning to me is all. Not that I should have expected one. After all right now I am disposable. But maybe after this is done they will look differently on that part of my job. But I am not holding my breath on it, so to speak. I wonder just what Sam was talking about when he asked me to keep my ears open for any information about item taken from the Prince's haven. Well I am sure I will find out in due time. Either from Rapheal or through the grapevine here in town. Rapheal... now there is a guy I don't want to cross but I swear if he every send that damn Samedi to talk to me again I'm going to go postal and rip Sam's heart out through his throat. How dare he speak to me as if I don't even know what my job is. Grrrrrr. Oh well, just as long as I know what I am supposed to do is all that really matters.

Trellin · « **Reply #20 on:** »

May 8, 1999
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, a few minutes before sunrise

It's been a few days since I recorded anything but things have been a little interesting lately.
It was a bitch of a ride across the states. Not the ride itself but the maneuvering that had to be done as I crossed through territories, watched out for wolves. And jesus, that fucking Sheriff. I'd have loved to take his head off for bringing me to a screeching halt when I was almost there.

Hamilton isn't too bad. not exactly a metropolis but bigger than a lot of places I've been. The Sabbat attack was brutal and on a scale I've never seen or heard of before. This clearly wasn't the average random raise hell or bone to pick kind of tactic they normally use. This was a carefully planned and beautifully executed raid. They were definitely after something. Donna knows more than she's telling but that's not too surprising, I wouldn't trust me that much in her place at this point either. One thing seems clear to me though; this is war. I don't know if they were after information about the enemy, something that one of the primogens or the prince possessed, a diversionary tactic for something much larger in Burlington or elsewhere or some combination of the above but its not over. It may be a while before we see something else but sooner or later, the Sabbat will take the next step in whatever they're planning.

Weird to meet Donna in person finally. She knew Scotty pretty well. We didn't talk about him much after I introduced myself. I appreciated going out on patrol with her in the evenings though. It gave me a chance to learn the lay of the land, get used to what she was like. I know it wasn't all out of the goodness of her heart, she had to keep an eye on me and make sure she did her job. That was cool. Hell, I would have had a bigger problem with it if she wasn't doing her job, especially after what just happened here.

She isn't too light a sleeper so it gives me time for a quick meditation and run through some forms in the mornings. Now, of all times, was not the point at which to abandon long standing habits. It will be easier once I have someplace of my own to crash. I can make time for writing in the journal more regularly. I have some ideas for a pirate radio broadcast that could be a ton of fun, even if it doesn't rake in the cash. I also know after speaking with Donna I can find a decent source of weed and sell that for extra cash. I'll have to get serious about both of those soon but nothing to do about the radio station directly until the gear I ordered comes in.

Tomorrow night ought to prove interesting as hell. I really haven't met a lot of the others, aside from Waylon. I like him. Definitely NOT the stereotypical art fag. His support and declaring him a brother of the Brujah was...fuck, way out of character. I'm was self-aware enough to admit I was emotional but I still back up what I said that night. Of the rest, it should be interesting. Trial, executions, introductions. Not what I had envisioned when I headed up here. Not this much chaos, certainly.

OK, I should turn in but a couple of notes. Iggy seems...I don't know, more reserved than I would have expected. I think what happened fucked him up personally a helluva lot more than he expected but then, if I'd been here I'd probably be dead or fucked in the head too. I think I can see some of what Scotty liked about Donna. They're very similar in some ways, very different in others. The biggest surprise with Waylon was that he was so adamant about executing the Gangrel but then I wasn't here and I don't know him that well. I'm sure there's got to be more to his position than what I've heard. It'll all come out eventually. Alright, fuck it, I'm tired. Gonna go drop out for the day.

Trellin · « **Reply #21 on:** »

Sunday, May 9th

The night is finally coming to a close. Mellisa is situated in the basement with the others. She went to bed a bit ago, saying she wanted some time to herself. She seems to be taking this all in stride although she's, understandably, anxious about everything thats happened to her. I can't imagine what a trauma this must be for her. I'm not certain I'm up to the task of taking on a Childe but someone had to do it. Angel would have volunteered, which was very decent of him but the prince made a wise choice with his decision that no single person take on more than one of the foundlings, I think. It was exceedingly generous of Desdemona to offer them a place to stay until the arrangements for his home finished up. He did find the realty laws in Hamilton annoying but wasn't willing to try and push the 30 day wait period for home purchase. He didn't want to be an inconvenience for Desdemona or her mother while they were here. He would speak with Ms Haymmer about paying rent when he woke up tomorrow evening if he decided to stay with them for more than a day or two.

I can't believe that Ambrosius took control without my consent this evening!! They all know how much I despise that and in the middle of court no less! What the hell was he think-

Master Alan is yet a young lad and, whilst thoughtful, is as a proby in matters of court. I do not besmirch Sir Churchill in his wit as he is well acquainted with the corridors of power and would normally leave to him such dealings. However, what might have been obtained would the Prince but heeded my suggestions lay beyond his purview. I had hoped that in the Prince I might find a kindred spirit and may yet indeed develop a rapport with him. It is possible -

Ambrosius, as I've said before, criticism may not be agreeable but it is necessary, and in your case it is very necessary. You usurped that which did not belong to you at a time when it was least opportune because you are a fanatic when it comes to certain subjects and a few words or poorly-timed flattery will not blind me to that fact. Apologize if you will but short words that get to the point are best. No one wants to listen to someone who rambles.

We know nothing of consequence about this Prince but we have given to him our loyalty merely by living in his city. It is our role to safeguard Alan's life, health and happiness. Consider that before committing to acts that may endanger him in the future, Monsieur Myrrdyn!

For God's sake, please, cease your incessant hounding of Ambrosius. He saw an opportunity and he took it. His greatest failing was not thinking clearly through to the result of his request and realizing that it was unlikely to be granted. Any man's passionate search for knowledge is something that should be lauded. If his request had been granted, no doubt you would all be singing his praises, even if they were given begrudgingly.

Alan sighed and read over what had been written. It was his preference to allow this sort of free form writing in his journal at will. It gave everyone a chance to have their say while at the same time allowing him to mentally let go. It was a release that they had all come to rely upon. Holmes was silent but this was nothing unusual. He rarely spoke up unless he had something he felt was important to say and those were almost never of an emotional nature. He began writing again.

I should take the Prince up on his offer very soon and create some ghouls. I'd like at least two for himself and would definitely need one for Winston at a minimum. I'll also need to see about a herd. Mellisa has a number of close friends and is very close with her parents as well. Perhaps two birds with one stone although that brings its own very real risks. I'll talk to her more tomorrow and I do owe her a phone call to her parents. I definitely have to decide what to do about that. I can't have her being seen around town with parents that were desperate to get her back home, that's simply untenable. Anyway, enough for tonight. I'm sure tomorrow will bring its own set of problems.

Trellin · « **Reply #22 on:** »

May 9, 1999
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, a few minutes before sunrise

What a fuckin' night. A fantastic combination of rollercoaster, circus and night of firsts. Lots of people in the newcomer category so at least I'm not the only one trying to get over the new kid on the block. Iggy, who as the last surviving member of the Brujha, I would have assumed would have been made her lieutenant has become so withdrawn you'd forget he was there. Thats a first for a Brujah in my experience. The primogen of the Gangrel is leaving town. A primogen step down? Sure, shes a Gangrel but what the fuck, over? I got to see a Toreador frenzy. Her own fault mind, but still a first. I got to take the first taste of vengeance on the fuckers that destroyed Scotty. Oh, and I picked up a fucking kid. What the fuck was I thinking?!?!?! He was a stray from the Sabbat attack that they had embraced just to create cannon fodder. No one else was gonna take the poor ugly bastard. I figured the Nos would help him out but apparently even they didn't want him. As if I didn't have enough on my plate. See what being a nice guy gets you? Idiot.

Donna has been removed as Scourge and promoted to Sheriff. Good for her. Bad news is that now we have a volunteer group of mostly unproven civilians that will be patrolling the city as some sort of scourge posse while train to become an elite strike force that we're going to send against the Sabbat on November first. Strike Force Fucked. I also found out that we have a spy in our midst. Please, god, I HOPE that the announcement of the date for the strike was disinformation. It's got to be or else we're dead before we even start. I've got to catch Donna for a few minutes tomorrow evening and ask her about that.

I have a todo list from hell. I need to check on my transmitting gear in a couple of days. I have to talk to Waylon about coordinating a training classes, I have to make sure Mike can reach the point where he can feed without killing every kine he sinks his fangs into, someone has to coordinate patrols and I have no idea how thats supposed to work other than the Prince saying that primogens would get with their clans. Does that mean each clan is going to be running their own patrols or what? And who's handling patrols until that shits worked out? I need Donna to get me in touch with some suppliers so I can at least make some living cash selling pot until something else can be worked out for cash flow. I need to do a once over on my bike and weapons to make sure that they're all in field condition. I hope no one else here is an early riser so my meditation and workout time isn't going to be screwed up. Those things really help keep things under control.

OK, it's early. Time for bed.

Maxx · « **Reply #23 on:** »

May 9, 1999

I would have to say court went exceptionally well for us tonight. Neither Grigor nor Morgan had any problems with their presentation and they were much more organized than any of the other new Kindred. The Brujah picked up two as well, Doug aka Butcher (who earned his name late that evening by executing Sabbat captives) and Dana, who gave the Prince a case of Jack Daniel as part of her gift. The Toreador have a new one as well, Andy. She’s not as hot as Jallyn but then who is? She is, it seems, a doll maker. The Malkavian’s picked up two as well. Alan seems fairly stable (which is likely misleading) and Justice looks like a Holy Roller, which gives me a clue as to how to deal with her.

Feeding areas have been rearranged; I’m feeding in Stoney Creek now, unless I stick with my herd. It’s annoyed a lot of people but the Prince explained that by making downtown a ‘no fly’ zone, we can more easily spot Kindred who are new to the city.

Antigen stripped Donna of her duties as Scourge and instead put her in charge of training a squad to replace her. He also made her Sheriff. Volunteers are expected although several of the Toreador were voluntold by Helen.

We convened later out to the 13th hole and it was there we found the prisoners from the Sabbat. We voted universally to execute the Sabbat soldiers but things were a little more divided about the cannon fodder we brought in. Only three survived the interrogation, which is frightening in and of itself, given how many there were in the beginning. Both Antigen and Mark objected to my trying to take on more than one of the three and my choice was made based on the eloquence with which Chaz (Lasombra) defended his right to live. I would have taken Rene (Setite?!) as well, seeing as how I promised her that she would be okay if she came along peacefully. The Malkavian’s adopted her but I made the offer to assist her if she needs it. Likely I’ll end up taking her on as well, once she realizes she’s landed in the loonie bin. Mike (Samedi)got picked up by the Brujah, rather than the Nosferatu as I’d expected. I’m not sure how he’ll get along with them. Poor bastard.

Then we got to Fia. She accepted my offer to be her advocate and despite the Prince’s frequent comments that this wasn’t a court and I wasn’t Matlock, I think I did a damned fine job. All the witnesses spoke for, rather than against her and in the end she was spared, despite the fact that Helen voted the Toreador as a block. Papillion did stand against her so there may be an opening in the city for a Kindred ballerina soon.

As punishment, Fia signed a magical contract and has to submit to frequent blood tests (no peeing in a cup for her though!). For allowing Chaz to go free, she was made to drink from the Prince, which is where things really got interesting. It seems Jallyn hasn’t been eating well lately and she FRENZIED AT COURT!!! The only thing that kept her from sinking her fangs into the Prince was that when she pounced, Fia landed on top.

To their credit, none of the new Kindred followed suit and they were able to subdue Jallyn and talk her down. Helen didn’t seem pleased with the fact that the Prince wanted to stake Jallyn and damned near put the stake through his foot. Helen hauled her off (to what end I don’t know. I didn’t see what happened to her after that and she didn’t return court with the rest of us.

Plans to strike back at Toronto were revealed and Mark is in charge of organizing it. I chose to step down as mark’s second, in order to be able to participate. It was an easy decision. Several of the new Kindred are of better generation; I’d have been demoted eventually anyway. This way I step down gracefully and there won’t be any hard feelings. He’ll likely still rely on me for a while until he picks a successor. We strike back on November 1st, the Day of the Dead. How fitting. I’d like to go sooner but as is so often said, revenge is a dish best served cold. Besides, it will give me time enough to whittle a few stakes.

Sara dropped a bomb on Antigen; she’s leaving. He tried to convince her to stay but failed; instead he ended up advising her to be gone by the end of the week.

I called out Athial, who has been making snide comments all night. Antigen actually apologized for her in this ‘very, very minor’ matter. I knew better than to push my luck when he spoke of recompense. An apology from the Prince is more than enough in something he makes a point of stressing as being unimportant.

I let Chaz say goodbye to Fia and offered best wishes to Sara; she seems to have a serious thing against Ventrue. I guess the last Prince left a bad taste in her mouth. She told me to keep my eyes open. I think she thinks Mark thinks he has enough of a power base to step up and challenge Antigen. Not likely but she seems convinced that there is a power play coming down the pipes.

Chaz learns quick and asks good questions. I predict that he will be the first released on his own, followed by Rene, especially if I lend her a hand. Dee let him know right away that she wasn’t on the menu and I made sure he knew she was off limits. Antigen wants me to ghoul her but I need to do it in a way that she can still age. Eternity at sixteen won’t do her any good or me.

A.A.

Maxx · « **Reply #24 on:** »

Diamonds, helicopters, guns, knives, motorcycles and whiskey. These were the things competing with Andy’s doll. Why don’t any of them realize that these things are of no real value when compared to art? It boggles the mind.

Donna has been relieved of her duties as Scourge. It shocked everyone and I think pissed her off. I’ve been volunteered for scourge duty (small ‘s’) by Helen, not that I’d have sat back anyway. I’ve seen a lot of things in the Brujah that I’ve never seen before. They’ve almost adopted me, so I couldn’t exactly sit back and play the dilettante.

The trial of the Sabbat went almost as expected. Three captives from the first night’s fighting were adopted, by the Ventrue (Angel), Brujah (Doug) and Malkavians (Alan). God help them all. I’m not sure how well I’m going to be able to deal with Mike. He makes a Nosferatu look tolerable. Still, I’m likely going to be spending at least a little time with the Brujah, so I’ll have to learn to get over it. All the other Sabbat were killed by Doug aka Butcher using Donna’s machete.

The Prince has banned feeding downtown. There goes the Embassy. I’ve managed to negotiate feeding rights in Dundas. I owe Sara a favour. I’m glad she didn’t call it in during the Fia vote. Helen would have skinned me alive if I’d done what Papillion did and voted against her. I think the butterfly is going to get herself pinned to Helen’s wall of trophies (if she has one)., despite the fact that she’s offered her ‘mansion’ as a temporary haven to Seth and Vincent.

Fia was spared, God knows why. Angel talked a good line in her defense but Helen made more sense. If we spare Fia we declare general amnesty on sucking each other dry. The Prince made her drink his blood and that is when disaster struck. Jallyn, who had been overly quiet and not really all there for most of the evening, snarled like a starving wolf and attacked Fia. It took six people to pull her off. I tried to stop the Prince’s ghouls from staking her but only managed to delay them so that the Prince himself had to take up a stake against her. Helen damned near stepped up to the Prince and refused to let him stake Jallyn. She talked her down and when she was back to her senses, called for Seth to get one of her ghouls so that Jallyn could feed. I think she fed Jallyn some of her won blood as well, because when I asked what she’d done with her, Helen answered ‘I fed her’.

Seth is up the creek and is facing some time in a new/old punishment Antigen referred to as ‘The Box’ (my capitals). It’s a starvation chamber meant to teach you patience, humility and the exact placement of your navel shakram or something like that. Needless to say, I will endeavour to avoid it.

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