In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 34):

Her eyes change slightly, adding this information to her picture of him. She was always painfully polite, but she would have to make certain to never be rude in front of him. The haunted look in his eyes makes it clear she she not continue to question any more on that topic. She wonders if it's bad that she enjoyed killing, even if it hurt her as well. Maybe even amoung vamp...the kindred, she will not fit in.

"I...don't know where I will go. I slept in the old chemistry lab during the day." she sucks in a breath (out of habit) I will try to find a crawl space maybe.". If Sadie could flush with embarassment, she would do so now. This was not only vulnerable to discovery, but undignified. Her face lights up "I could convince someone who lives alone to take me in. Someone with a basement or wine cellar. Someone isolated. They will obey me if I command them not to speak of where I sleep and to ever set a foot near it.". This solution is much more appealing if she can manage it, but she's never tried. The power in her blood her Sire spoke of entitles her to it, after all. The neighborhoods surrounding campus were littered with the houses of professors, groups of students and older homeowners who predated the current residents.

He nods, grateful

"The power you likely have thus far, over minds is unlikely to be that potent... but their is another kind of geas you can put someone under... get them to drink your blood on 3 different nights... and they'll grow almost insanely devoted to you perhaps annoyingly so, but its probaly the safest way to do things"

He smiles

"One last thing to keep in mind, our Clan the Ventrue, come largely from children of privilige, Try to keep that in mind, you may be young but you should bear the grace and dignity due one taken into our clan, we are the true nobles of the night. The other Clans so you know, are the Nosferatu, least of all vampires they hide in Sewers and other dark places.

Many of them are hideously ugly, others look normal, a VERY small handful are actualy hauntingly beautiful... but in a disturbing manner... the point is something about them disquiets or scares, anyone they meet so they have difficulty conversing with ordinary humans"

shakes his head "I have a hard time not being a trifle contempous of them but their prone to blackmail and trading information but their cut off from humanity in a way other vampires never are." Sighs

"The Mehket are a mixed bag, some are almost like the nosferatu, riff raff or spies, Others are amongst our most learned and wise scholars.

The Gangrel THe easiest way of explaining them is as Feral, actualy only a Fraction live in the wilderness apart from the citys, this cliche happens enough it sticks. They are often times slow minded, but have strong instincts, and have a innate faculity  with Shapeshifting magic, that gains them a trifle more respect then they might otherwise have.

Finally the Daeva, like Us Ventrue they are frequently found in the Invictus, and like us they have a Faculity with bending minds, the difference lies, in that we COMMAND they charm, I will not say theirs never a case where charming might be better, but I prefer the Certainty of our clans magics, creating emotions, that they then freely act on, might prove dangerous" He advices.

"Though the actual clan is actually verifiably older then our own Ours originated in the days of Rome, theirs, allready existed and was established in the days of sumeria.

Never the less, their clan is more modern in their language , their style of dress And the decor they prefer then we are, If one of us becomes super Rich, Were likely to build a Vast Mansion with Gardens, and such, They Prefer a Penthouse or Snazzy Condo someplace Moderately swanky, but also where they can be involved in a social life, We rarely bother with.

I will not say any of this is absolute, only that these generalitys help you tell the differences between the clans.

"Well think you can manage finding someone to move in with, the bond could help just have to decide how to explain to them your feeding them your blood"
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 36):

Sadie wonders if she will know other kindred if she sees them. So many live in this town alone, and far more than she would have guessed beyond that. Listening to her Sire describe the other clans, she is glad she belongs to the Ventrue.

Perhaps gaining a secure Haven will be more difficult than she thought. Watching through windows to find someone alone would be easy enough. Convincing them to admit her, be blind to her nature and drink her blood were other matters entirely.

"Do they have to drink the my blood knowingly?". She thinks of one major complication she had seen or heard in nearly every story. "Do...do we have to be invited into someone's home?". She feels foolish even asking. He seems to know everything; she can't imagine ever being that knowledgable, or powerful.

"No they do NOT have to drink your blood knowingly, or willingly, but it needs to be fairly fresh no more then a few minutes out of your body, or else it reverts to dead blood with no supernatural potency"  He rolls his eyes

"A handful of vampires develop weird compulsions or aversions as their humanity dwindles... Another reason to avoid killing if reasonably possible As it makes you more likely to develop such curses...

Things like needing an invitation, aversion to garlic, holy symbols, compulsively counting rice inability to cross running water... all these things are largely from curses that a handful of individual vampires spontaneously developed, but as a rule, no , you do not need an invitation. Breaking down a door risks summons to police, which could cause trouble... I'd reccomend you learn how to pick a lock in the next few months you never know when such a skill will come in handy.  but if you command someone to let you in, they may wonder why they complied, but you magically forcing them to do so isnt something the average person will likely think of" He says pacing a bit "If you'd like to spend the night with me I'll gladly have you I dont mind putting you up for a night or two giving you some blood then let you begin your search tommorow at dusk."


He says examining some of the Tapestrys he has on the wall.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 38):

Sadie tries to decide if spending the next day in the dubious safety of a chemistry cabinet is less embarassing than begging a sleeping place here. Her Sire seems to value self-relience, and she finds she desperately does not want to disappoint him. "I'll make due. I still have hours yet tonight to look as well.". She waits expectantly to see if she is dismissed.

nods "Very well you may go" He says. Politely

"I hope to see you again somtetime" Says fondly.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 40):

-Exit to university-

Sadie agreed with her sire in general. However, as she had very little power in this world, she did not concern herself with politics overly much. After all, if a kindred objected to her, there wasn't much she could do about it. The possibility still worried her. What form of government kindred chose was the least of her worries. But from what she had learned from history, it had less to do with the form of government and more to do with the nature of the beings running it. In human history anyhow. Her education had been extensive, given her talent for learning.

"I could use help obtaining an i.d. if the connections exist." she admits. She pauses "But I have no passion for politics.". She could have to request a birth certificate, which would mean knowing the details of a deceased person in the age range she wanted. Her way would not be foolproof.

She considers his question "I don't think I have experienced frenzy. The beast has been close to dominating my mind at times, but I have never lost all control.". From what it sounded like, she didn't want to either. Intuitively she had known giving in completely would be dangerous, but she had not been aware of the consequences. "Maybe it's best if I rest here until I can center. If you will have me. I fear what I might do otherwise."

He nods "Of Course Childe. You may stay for the whole week if you like

Another Vulnerability, Vampires images Blur in photographs, videos and mirrors, its usualy not that big a problem, its actualy an asset if a video catches you doing something illegal or undesirable, but also means its difficult to keep photo ID

Thankfully I have some PRe Existing photos of you, that I can get altered if you want."

he pauses looking her over

"What kind of name would you like childe, I'd prefer something... That sounds a trifle sophisticated when you introduce yourself."

pauses

"Also I want you to try practicing the Curtsey over the next few days to help make a good impression for the meeting at elysium
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 43):

She thinks for a moment, "Jacqueline Donahue." she had always liked that name. She may as well have a new name to go with her new existance. Somehow it seemed appropriate. Offhandedly she wonders how her sire had obtained pictures. He must have truly been careful in his selection of her.

Blurring in a photo or video would be easy to explain, but a mirror less so. She would have to be mindful of it. She would have laughed at his request to practice a curtsey if his face hadn't been so serious. If it would help her make a good impression, she was more than willing to do it.

He nods

"An excellent name childe I'll get things started"


"I'll see to it we get things on paper and in the system within 2 weeks, I can even arrange someone whos taken a few college credit so you dont have to redo any classes sure you are nervous about that." He advises

"One last question, how should it turn out Sadie Jenkins died, we need to explain the absence of a body in a plausible seeming way... or let your parents see you in a morgue during the day then have a funeral. Simply "Disappearing" Is not a valid option I think." He sighs

"Teen prodigys mysteriously disappear is not good for the university"
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 45):

She had planned to draw blood over several weeks, enough to show beyond a shadow of a doubt she must have died. But he was right, a body really would be needed to dispel any doubts. She would have to dye her hair most likely as well, until nobody remained in the area that would recognize her. Her style of dressing was different enough already to throw people off.

Aside from the practical finality of a funeral, Sadie did want to provide her parents closure. Though she did not point that out as a reason. Her death would surely devistate them, and if she could afford them some measure of comfort, she would. Drowning seemed a good scenario, requiring no marks on a body. "I assume kindred are not vulnerable to drowning? I can 'play dead' in an area I know I will soon be found. But we will have to arrange to skip the autopsy somehow, since they are standard in suspicious deaths".

Nothing but an accident or violent death would do. She was too young to have any serious health problems that came on suddenly.

"No we cant drown but feigning Death will be hard unless your staked

"And being staked can be a harrowing experience... And yes I think its possibly to place the lengh of wood so that it will be invisible to surface observation.

"I can arrange for the coroner to just decide an autopsy is a waste of time" He advises with a smile

"Or to remember that he did the autopsy and found nothing"

He nods

"We can start making arrangements after Elysium. If you want you can make suggestions I'll be sure reach your parents about your funeral. Obviously we need to avoid Cremation or opening the Casket in sunlight. As a local philanthropist who was impressed with you," He says ironicly

"I will generously donate out of my pocket to ensure your Funeral is exceedingly lavish Your parents will likely be grateful enough they wont notice the influence it gives me over the funeral arrangements" He smiles

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 47):

Sadie smiles gratefully. She would not have been able to produce a body without her sire's help. She shudders at the idea of a stake; it didn't sound pleasent at all. She would be helpless until it was removed as well. She is glad she has time yet before this will need to be done.

She looks at the old assorted objects decorating the opposite wall. "Did you have to stage your own death?" she asks curiously. Surely any relatives he left behind as a kindred would be long dead now. Perhaps he had had children, he had been embraced older than she.

With this thought she realizes that she will never have children in the human way. She had only stood at the start of what might have been a long mortal life. She had not finished school, fallen in love, had children. Could kindred fall in love? She wonders, but does not voice her question.

sighs

"No I didnt..." He sighs

"I tried to keep a connection with my Wife and 3 children for a time...

"My son... he annoyed me... he wasnt being that bad a person he just pressed some points a bit too much

"I woke up standing over his brutally murdered body" He shivers

"He was only 11." Shivers

"After that I Just Mesmerized my wife into believing she was now a widow, we didnt use autopsy and coroners back then just common knowledge that someone is dead is good enough I didnt want to risk killing my other little ones or her My heart was growing colder by the day I knew while keeping a connection with loved ones can reinvigorate a vampires humanity theirs always the risk you'll kill them." He says sadly.

"I want to protect you from that kind of experience my childe

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 49):

Sadie cannot know how deep such a pain would go, but she can imagine. She looks sadly at her sire. The choice to disappear before any further damage was done was one she could understand. She says nothing; not knowing the wisest thing to say, if anything at all was wise. She sits silently for a moment.

She could feel the sun would be rising soon. They had been speaking for some time now. She excuses herself, attempting a curtsey (why not practice now?).

He smiles slightly at her attempt

she spends a whole night there idle (you can decide if she practices ettiquite or what)

night after it the tutor and her meet she has to dress in the rather bulky Fencing get up.

He gives her a lengthy lecture on the basics of fencing safety and to never strike near the mask as its not perfect.

In fact the first night is mostly a safety lecture with no live practice


(Last fencing class I took was when I was 16 or so half my life ago... so I have vague memories... I know we got a lot of lectures on safety.)

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 51)

The instructor tried at Sadie's patience. She was accustomed to accelerated curriculums and advanced tutoring. Of course, there was no way for her instructor to know this. In her current state of mind she could barely stand not to tear him apart. What her sire would say helped restain her greatly.

The little physical activity that was involved produced no sweat on her skin. If not for the extensive fencing armor, it might have been noticable. She smiled inside her mask at the rules of point. For honorable purposes, surely he was right. But a slash to the neck could be fatal depending on the enemy; and dead was dead. So to speak at least. A familar quote rang through her mind more than once; "ask the dead if honor matters.". In this she could consider herself informed.

Despite the annoyance, she found she enjoyed fencing. She felt the familar drive behind her moves, striving to excel.

She was anxious to go out at night, but knew she couldn't. Not yet. Perhaps it was her youth that drove her to such recklessness.

He nods at her talent for doing poses glad she shows some talent for the basic moves at least.

Next few nights some more poses and a few brief live drills.

He shows her how to penetrate the defences and how to defend herself.


He explains that you must be ready for an attack from down low, the sides or above.

and teaches you various means of anticipating an opponents next move the way they may telegraph it through their eyes or their movements. clearly hes quite competant.

Finally the night of the concert at elysium that will determine her fate, has arrived.

Her sire advises her to be sure to dress the part and to remember his advice of moderation show backbone and that your proud of your heritage, but also that your aware of your lowly place in the domain. with your dress and mannerisms.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 53):

Sadie pulled the dress she had painstakingly selected, over her plain gauzy slip. It was a muted champagne color, mimicing some of the colors in clan ventrue's great seal. It was sleeveless, with ruffled curling fabric running the length of the trunk, completely obscurring her chest. The dress was cut to start just at the hallow of her neck and run to a full length, but simple skirt. The fabric was ample but lacked any hint of a train, as it would have come off as presuming. Her hair was combed cleanly, pulled up in a pretty coil. She had taken her sire's suggestion and wore her small sword at her waist. Now that she had been instructed, even if only starting, she felt more comfortable wearing it.

She decends to the sitting room, and waits nervously for her sire. So much depended on this night.

after a bit he comes in and he nods "Your sire is an established domain member and is speaking for you" Reassures her.


A limousine arrives in a bit to take them to the concert and he goes into it in back sitting right next to her in the luxarious back seat


"Just remember the 3 Traditions are in order

The Tradition of the Masquerade

Do not reveal your nature to those not of the blood, doing so renounces thy claims of blood"

sighs

"Every feeding every ghouling every embrace is an arguable violaion but a neccessary one... keep in mind riks our peoples secrecy and you risk the both of us seeing the sunrise" He warns her.

the second tradition is "Do not Embrace" most often interpruted as "Do not do so carelessly.

Sighs

"Finally the third Tradition is a ban on Amaranth, the practice of drinking another vampires soul for power. Theirs a parable that was popular a few years ago

"The Serial killer, the Dictator, and the Devil had a tea party, the profaned they laughed they took turns making love to the pretty Cadaver. Dialbriee or Amaranth as the crime is called was the act which sobered them and made them look down at their gore covered plates.

It is far viler then murder and is almost invariably punished by final death when it can be proven."

he squeezes her hand

"You havent made a commitment to the covenant yet so he wont expect you to understand the more advanced things... though going through the night as unbound, is a bad idea" he warns

waits and sees if his childe has aught to say on the limo ride.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 55):

Sadie turns to look at her sire seriously. "I have chosen the invictus.". She had spent many nights considering her choices carefully, and learning the finer points of each covenant. She had also learned of the lesser aknowledged covenants. Truthfully one other had caught her interest, but because of its nature, she dare not even mention it to her sire. Belial's brood. Though she understood the need for control and rules; the ideals of Belial's brood were very appealing to her. The severity of it was perhaps too much if not tempered. This was the real reason she did not persue it any further. Even if she had chosen it, it was not something she could make public.

The invictus held interest for her as well, and she knew it would please her sire. She had already realized the nessesity of connections, wealth and power as a kindred. Whatever other ideals she wanted to explore, would have to be done privately. She had no intention of violating any traditions, and realized their importance. Still a part of her wanted freedom from them.

Sadie listens carefully to his advise. She did not want to risk endangering him at all costs. She fidgets in the leather seat, trying to calm herself. She hoped they were almost there. The waiting was unbareable.

(OOC: Wise decision not evean breathing a word of it. Was half expecting her to consider the ordo as they offer a path of scientific examination of the kindred condition.)

Nods "Then I can formally vouchsafe for you while there, it will mean a few months or years of drudge work and occasional lessons, but you'll learn how the domain is governed how rules are set, how to manipulate others, how to behave at partys, and how to use ettiquite itself as a weapon.

The limousine arrives and the concert hall is moderately upscale but not inaccessible to ordinary people on special occasions or such.

Marked special presentation and a lot of people are going inside

Theirs a lot of other kindred entering, you can sense it as you go in for a half instant a TERRIBLe urge to FLEE does well upside inside you but you are able to wrestle it down with a bit of effort. Still you feel somewhat skittish surrounded by vampires, many of whom are much mightier then you.



First theirs a Violin symphony that lasts a half hour

The Performers are Very talented and the classics they perform are very stirring including works by great mortal composers like beethoven and bach.

 and then to business.

The Prince is a strikingly handsome Middle aged man wearing a coronet and gazing around.


theirs some disputes about hunting terittory, that are pretty heated

The prince says, rather then shouts "Silence" Yet all who hear instantly obey.

"I find that the original claim by Lord Jacob is quite valid. This Gangrel has poached off of his territory and must pay the price."

The prince pauses waiting meaningfully

"True this gangrel is young but recognizing territory is important, if we allow a unbound neonate to get away with doing this because "He was desperate" We would see a breakdown of the concept of domain and possibly war"

Pauses for dramatic effect "This I cannot and will not allow."

After a bit

"Cut off his legs, let him spend some time in a wheel chair as he regenerates"

Says sternly

"If this happens a second time, it will be final death or banishment for you"

the Neonate crys a bit as some kindred come over he trys to flee but they knock him down saying "Show some dignity" and then chop off one leg letting his screams echo through the hall they beat him a bit he screams pitifully then cut the other leg off.

Her sire sighs

"Such displays may be rank, but domain has to be protected and if tresspassers are not brutally dealt with you lose your grasp on what you have. And a failure of the prince to protect domain rights could lead to anarchy" He whispers morosely

The Gangrel is carried away still whining.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 57):

Sadie is panic striken for a moment as they enter the building. She looks at her sire frantically, but knows she cannot run. To flee from this would certainly bring repercussions down on both of them. She digs her nails into the palm of her hand, keeping her spine straight and head forward. Even if she doesn't survive tonight, she will die with dignity.

The music actually does a great deal to relax her, if only for a few minutes. The violinists had had who knows how many years to prefect their skill.

The passing of judgement seems fair to Sadie, but she is surprised at her sire's reaction. Surely they had known the price of their transgression. Perhaps Sadie was different in this way than most though. She never did anything without considering the possible consequences. When she did wrong, she accepted what might come of it. This one was just unlucky enough to get caught.

She found the prince quite frightening. To her, a kindred in power was dangerous. Not because of the power they held, but because of the mindset it brought. The first and foremost concern for such a person was to keep their power. Such a position brought on poor judgement, brutality, paranoia and fear. Though she had found his punishment just in this case, he had been more concerned about not appearing weak than with dispencing true justice.

Sadie glances again at her sire. She would be presented by her chosen name tonight. There seemed some significant passage to that.

After a bit her Sire is invited to speak he whispers "Just behind me"

Getting up and approaching the prince He bows from the waist "Your lordship"

"Who is this?" He asks concerning her

Her sire bows again

"She is Jacqueline Donahue , your lordship.Childe of my own blood, and a eager young ventrue, and a aspiring Invictus."

The prince nods "Indeed"


"She craves your recognition."

The prince is silent for a few moments

"Does she know the  3 traditions?" looking to her in a tone that asks her to recite them as best she knows them.
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