Post by Blake Sterling Jr. on Feb 23, 2016 2:14:59 GMT -8
Is she all right? Why hasn’t she sent word? I should be writing but all I can do is think about her and wonder if she’s alright.
Vesuvius was pacing.
In his small room his bare feet struck the cold cement with clock like precision. He has been pacing since he woke up this evening and set his loyal ghoul to stand outside.
I am restless, I am tired of this, I am worried, why am I filled with all of these emotions? Her coming back into my life, making me remember her. That’s when it started when I looked forward to something now I just sit there in-between taking notes thinking of her.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, pivot, thud, thud, thud. If mortal his feet would have been bleeding by now from the pacing but fortunately vampires are made of sterner stuff.
Fuck the Camarilla, Fuck all the politics, Fuck the members of the court. What a great word Fuck is, it sums up everything succinctly.
The old vampire stops less than a foot from his back wall and says softly “I need to change.”
I need to stop morning him. I need to accept that the camarilla has failed and the end times are soon upon us. But how do I do this, Dignitas will never allow me to do anything…
“Fuck Dignitas.”
You live in an age of wonders, stuff that you could never have dreamed of and you’re letting it slip by like it doesn’t matter. Go and have fun whatever that really means .Are you suggesting to give up researching? No let’s not go crazy let’s just not care for what others think. If I want to go spend time with my old friend Raphel just do it. If his moronic cousins get out of line show them why you once were feared.
What should we do about our reasonability’s? Or duty? We keep doing them of course we are still Venture but n reason to shut everything else down. Lucinde looked at us like she didn’t even know us. How could she forget, then again how could I have forgotten Mariana.
“This isn’t wise”
These aren’t wise times are they? This is the era of the moron, the cell phone, the reality television show whatever that is. Do right by the prince and do right by your coterie and fuck the rest. What would he say if he was still alive? He loved you for your passion, your daring. But he died alone, we didn’t die together. Get the fuck over it old man, how many millennia are you going to morn him. Fuck you I’m going to morn him until he comes back…
“That’s why we embraced her!”
That’s why you’re thinking of him, it’s because she has to be his reborn soul.
“What if she’s hurt? You’ll know. What’s that suppose to mean? It’s not like we are masters of Auspex or any other extra sensory discipline. Everyone is going to ummm… Freak? Yea that’s the word freak. Ok one. No one is going to care, I think they would freak out a lot more knowing we are standing here naked in the middle of a dark room talking with ourselves aloud. Ok point. Two. Fuck them if they freak. Ok also a point. No one knows why they should be afraid, no one knows anything at all. Hell most of these kindred only speak one language, we would call them simple. We still call them simple. Point again.”
When was the last time we did this? 1287 ah yes that’s right. No burning down the city. Ok we were much more marital back then. I wonder if our swordsmanship is still intact. I doubt it and isn’t there a don’t bring swords to gun fights? I think it’s knives. Ah… well we should write the prince at least to keep him apprised.
“Let’s see how long this entertains us.“
“Mr. LaCroix!”
Vesuvius was pacing.
In his small room his bare feet struck the cold cement with clock like precision. He has been pacing since he woke up this evening and set his loyal ghoul to stand outside.
I am restless, I am tired of this, I am worried, why am I filled with all of these emotions? Her coming back into my life, making me remember her. That’s when it started when I looked forward to something now I just sit there in-between taking notes thinking of her.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, pivot, thud, thud, thud. If mortal his feet would have been bleeding by now from the pacing but fortunately vampires are made of sterner stuff.
Fuck the Camarilla, Fuck all the politics, Fuck the members of the court. What a great word Fuck is, it sums up everything succinctly.
The old vampire stops less than a foot from his back wall and says softly “I need to change.”
I need to stop morning him. I need to accept that the camarilla has failed and the end times are soon upon us. But how do I do this, Dignitas will never allow me to do anything…
“Fuck Dignitas.”
You live in an age of wonders, stuff that you could never have dreamed of and you’re letting it slip by like it doesn’t matter. Go and have fun whatever that really means .Are you suggesting to give up researching? No let’s not go crazy let’s just not care for what others think. If I want to go spend time with my old friend Raphel just do it. If his moronic cousins get out of line show them why you once were feared.
What should we do about our reasonability’s? Or duty? We keep doing them of course we are still Venture but n reason to shut everything else down. Lucinde looked at us like she didn’t even know us. How could she forget, then again how could I have forgotten Mariana.
“This isn’t wise”
These aren’t wise times are they? This is the era of the moron, the cell phone, the reality television show whatever that is. Do right by the prince and do right by your coterie and fuck the rest. What would he say if he was still alive? He loved you for your passion, your daring. But he died alone, we didn’t die together. Get the fuck over it old man, how many millennia are you going to morn him. Fuck you I’m going to morn him until he comes back…
“That’s why we embraced her!”
That’s why you’re thinking of him, it’s because she has to be his reborn soul.
“What if she’s hurt? You’ll know. What’s that suppose to mean? It’s not like we are masters of Auspex or any other extra sensory discipline. Everyone is going to ummm… Freak? Yea that’s the word freak. Ok one. No one is going to care, I think they would freak out a lot more knowing we are standing here naked in the middle of a dark room talking with ourselves aloud. Ok point. Two. Fuck them if they freak. Ok also a point. No one knows why they should be afraid, no one knows anything at all. Hell most of these kindred only speak one language, we would call them simple. We still call them simple. Point again.”
When was the last time we did this? 1287 ah yes that’s right. No burning down the city. Ok we were much more marital back then. I wonder if our swordsmanship is still intact. I doubt it and isn’t there a don’t bring swords to gun fights? I think it’s knives. Ah… well we should write the prince at least to keep him apprised.
“Let’s see how long this entertains us.“
“Mr. LaCroix!”