Canon is V:TM

[stranger_to_the_rain]

I do appreciate the attention...but...

I think you've really exhausted your tolerance for my family. My family-family. Not the clan. Well, maybe the clan a little bit too.

Anyway...

What was I saying?

No. No. I don't want to be here. Please don't do something rash. I'm not the rash one. It isn't a good colour on me.






I have work to do. It isn't easy pretending to be a fish Malk, you know. Actually, it's rather exhausting.

So...

Comments

[indiscreet]

A Tremere Lich? (( I'm sorry, just... ALL of the culture clash. )) I've heard they're nasty things.

And that still leaves the most important of my questions unanswered.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

I can't answer them all at the same time. It would be a horrid mish mash of sound.

My, you are as impatient as you are beautiful.

[indiscreet]

[ And now she completely doesn't know what to make of this woman. Is she being condescended to? Is the other woman simply mad? Both? ]
...I'll tentatively take that as a compliment, if you don't mind.

And I'm listening, I promise. I can hold my tongue when it's necessary. (( ...debatable. ))

[stranger_to_the_rain]

I'd hate to see you lose it.

[indiscreet]

As would I, yes. [ The snark about the fact that it would be only a temporary inconvenience is, she decides, best avoided among testy elders. ]

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Why so curious, pretty thing?

[indiscreet]

Suffice it to say I've made too many mistakes by not knowing things to like the feeling any longer. [ Indeed, it rather grates. ]

[ She's also just going to...assume this is how some elders talk to neonates. The alternatives are entirely baffling and a bit uneasy-making... if nevertheless flattering. ]

[stranger_to_the_rain]

You would have made a half-way decent Nos.

[indiscreet]

What? [ seriously, what, this is insulting ] Thank you, but I rather prefer my status among the Daeva.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Of course.

[A pause.]

What were we talking about?

[indiscreet]

[ aaaand we're back to carefully controlled exasperation masked with politeness ]

I recall you were going to tell me about the fascinating history of the Book of Nod, Ms. Seth.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Artemis. My cat is "Ms. Seth."

Yes, the Book of Nod. The history of the Cainite race. It must be protected.

[indiscreet]

[ a small frown of contemplation ] Then there is truly such a difference among the Damned? What does it mean to be Cainite rather than Kindred?

[stranger_to_the_rain]

It means you're a daughter of the race of Caine.

[indiscreet]

...Is it a personal policy of yours to be as vague and unhelpful as possible?

The only "Cain" I know is in the Bible.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Yes, that's the one. There are two races, the race of Seth and the race of Caine.

[A small pause.]

That's actually something of an oversimplification, but we do like to compartmentalize things.

[indiscreet]

And Cain is responsible for the Damned?

[ It makes a kind of sense, actually. It meant that her mentors among the Sanctified were right in some ways -- about the nature of the Kindred, if not about their original sinner. ]

[stranger_to_the_rain]

He is our father.

[indiscreet]

So God had a hand in it after all.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

A hand, yes. Perhaps. But don't stop giving mankind credit.

[indiscreet]

What should I give them credit for? Being sinners that need the Damned to chase them back into the light?

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Caine made a choice.

[indiscreet]

You ought to tell me the story, if it's different from the one I know.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

It all starts out the same. With two boys. And one boy decided to be very naughty.

The only difference is in the mark.

[indiscreet]

And what? [ trying to keep up ] Cain...passed the mark along?