On Rediscovering the Canon - Kindred: The Embraced

[ventruely]

How long has it been? You do realize, time isn't infinite even for ones such as us.

[There's a reprimand in the tone, but it's gentle. More dark humor than scathing censure. The Prince is benevolent.]

But I can also understand how it obscures; makes us lose track. A forest lost for so many trees.

Let's discuss it.

...Besides, your plans and plots can't be any worse than a long night in Brujah territory.

Comments

TV Show, meet WoD table top

[bonegnawer]

[ Lilly is going to perk right up. ]

It's not so bad. Humans plotting can be kind of funny, pal.

[ventruely]

I'll certainly take this over other things they could be doing.

[bonegnawer]

Eh, true I suppose. If it keeps us from having to put the ban hammer on what they're up to I'm happy.

[ventruely]

They're not all so terrible.

I'm still deciding on this one, but even if a promise of 'no permanent harm' is small assurance, it is still an assurance.

[bonegnawer]

[ She scoffs. ]

True. But they get ideas. Ideas can be dangerous. But that;'s usually above my pay grade.

[ventruely]

If there is a line, then they aren't entirely reprehensible, and they can be reasoned with. Maybe even talked back from that line.

Co-existence is good for us all.

[Said simply, and easily, as a man who's paygrade it certainly was. (That some called him 'human-lover' and labeled him too soft was here nor there. It was truth and fact as he saw it.)]

[bonegnawer]

Mmm. I may be Garou but even I can see where fighting gets us no where. Not all of your kind are 'monsters'.

And some humans have more to them than we realize. It's fun to get surprised now and then.

[ Lilly may have the honor of being the Grand Elder's student and a strong pack to back her up but she's still a mostly untested Garou. Most things are above her paygrade, for now. ]

[ventruely]

[There was a small shift around his mouth then, around the edges of his eyes. Pleased agreement and soft humor.]

How dull would all the years be without a little something to keep it interesting?

[bonegnawer]

No idea. Don't really plan on finding out. My kind generally don't get to live to get... old and grey.

It's just the way of things. In the meantime, I can honestly say I've never been bored.

[ventruely]

[And here he was, as young and vital as he had been at the moment of his embrace all those years ago. Physically. Mentally... in his soul... sometimes he felt both the old and the grey.]

So it is.

But, in the meantime... have you been to one of these - games?

[gangrelled]

[ The mention of Brujah gets a contemptuous grunt from the Gangrel primogen. ]

Plans and plots are your specialty, aren't they? [ It's said in good humour. Once it may have been far more caustic, but that time has long since passed; he accepts Julian as his Prince — and his friend. ] Seems you're both well suited for each other.

[ventruely]

It must be someone's. [The corners of his mouth shift, just slightly. The soft spot apparent.] We'll just have to console ourselves with the knowledge that it could be worse, on both ends.

[It could have been Eddie.]

[gangrelled]

[ Perish the thought. ]

I don't doubt that. And it sounds like you'll be kept busy, wherever you're shipped off to. [ A positive development for a Ventrue, he assumes. Though if asked, he'd say Julian's probably overdue for a vacation after that Assamite nonsense. ]

Think you'll miss it? ...Being the Prince. This city. [ And everything that entails. ]

[ventruely]

[A moment of silence.]

Some things. [The weekly squabbling for his throne? No. The weight of so many fates in his hands? Not likely. ....But if there hadn't been anything he enjoyed, there wouldn't have been any reason to remain so long.] My family is here. Friends. My home.... Which is why I'm concerned about what will happen after I'm gone.

The Brujah will make a play.

[gangrelled]

And the rest of us'll be there to stop them. [ His conviction stems from something deeper than the bad blood that exists between Gangrel and Brujah. With the exception of the Brujah, and possibly Toreador (and there's a can of worms he isn't keen on bringing up), the primogens are loyal to their Prince, of that Cash is certain. ]

You know. Hold down the fort. [ An attempt at levity. Then his expression grows more solemn. ] That isn't to say you won't be missed. But we'll make sure you always have a family, friends, and home to come back to, alright? [ He'll do whatever he can to ensure it. ]

...You are coming back?

[ventruely]

[As an exercise, as it would be foolish not to consider it at all, he had wondered who might succeed him - what would happen to the city should something happen to him. Had Eddie's assassination succeeded; if one day he felt the weight of his years too heavy....

The Gangrel wouldn't know it, but his quick, vehement response, was a comfort to Julian.]

If the Assamite couldn't manage it, I doubt this one is capable of anything I can't handle. [A touch of that humor again, even he fixes Cash with an intent stare.] I expect you to keep Sasha out of trouble.

[As much as anyone could hope to.]

[radioarchive]

[Holy shit.]

Hoooooooly shit. [The smile on Asta's face is absolutely massive and delighted.] Holy shit, what I'd give for a camera right now. The Network would love this.

[ventruely]

[One dark brow arches.]

It's always nice to make an impression.

[But is it though?]

Anyone I would know?

[ahh, that show!]

[patervampiris]

Well there's no beating heart, so Petyr concludes the man isn't food. He doesn't really listen to the meaning of the words, but the way the man goes on reminds him of his children and how he misses them.

"Mmph" he replies, but kindly.


[Petyr's from What We Do In the Shadows.]

[ventruely]

Julian knew that appearances could be deceiving in this place, but still, he sees the man and thinks Nosferatu. It makes him miss Daedalus.

What he would have done for his old friend's council now.

"Comments?" he asks idly. Then he arches a brow. "Concerns?"

[patervampiris]

He frowns for a long moment, slowly putting together the words. Modern English is not his first language.

"Things change too much. No sense...'keeping up'. Only hunting and hiding. And children. And if they go. Well..."

There's more than a little longing there. He misses his roommates.

[ventruely]

Julian waits, listening patiently as his fellow vampire gathers his thoughts. Then, with a low, airy sort of chuckle and a gentle nod of agreement, "You'd drive yourself mad trying to keep all the details, that's true."

Then a pause, as he pictures faces, draws up so many memories, spanning all his years.

"But there are some things, I think worth the effort."

[patervampiris]

"Mad. Yes." There's relief in his eyes. He's made himself understood. Someone gets it. He hasn't talked this much in months, maybe years.

He waves one hand in an 'eh...' gesture. "Some things" he concedes, looking a little sour again. "Things get harder, cameras everywhere.

"What is Brujah? Wolves?"

[ventruely]

"That's an insult to a noble creature," he replies, tone dry

But, at least, if he'd had any doubts before, that swept them away. Even the most ancient would know their brothers and sisters - however loath they might be to claim them.

The man was a vampire, but not Kindred. As strange a concept that was to him.

"Brujah are a clan among my people, the Kindred."

[doesntlikeguns]

[This? This is a werewolf raising a slight brow because he knows that face.]

So my own mun isn't the only one around that has one of you in their head. She thinks the world of you.

[ventruely]

[Duplicates. He knows it's a possibility, of course, but to hear it stated so casually... He's both intrigued, and horrified.]

I do try.

...Though I confess I'm not sure I'm disappointed I'm not discussing it with myself, or glad.

[doesntlikeguns]

[Oh, he's not fond of some of the duplicates he's seen, but he deals with it.]

Do you think you'd agree or disagree with yourself?

[ventruely]

Knowing myself?

...At least we'd be able to get away from each other.

[Quieting one's thoughts were a much harder trick.]

[doesntlikeguns]

Because you know each other so well.