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Look, I think it's time we talked. Do you like having me around? You do? Well then, how about sending me someplace? It's pretty boring just doing nothing in here.

I'm not interested in hearing excuses about not knowing what games in Dreamwidth accept original characters; that's what research is for. You're disappointing me, Mundane, and that's not a good thing to do.

Let's do this: I give you some more time. Not much. Maybe ... thirty days. Find me a game by then -- you don't even have to have an app finished or sent in! -- or I begin collecting that time you owe me with interest.

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Well aren't you awfully chipper about him. I suppose it goes to show that you don't know what you're getting into, insisting that he send you somewhere. It's like demanding to be whipped.

...Though perhaps you enjoy that sort of thing.

I tend to prefer to do the whipping myself, but I hear some of the games can be fun.

Besides, I've had enough of just sitting on my ass.

Hmph. I've met men like you before. You're all so certain that you can control every variable of every situation. Even in sex.

Excuse me -- especially in sex.

But don't worry: if you beg long enough, I'm sure you're bound to get what you want, Mister...?

Not true, actually. I prefer to control every essential variable in every situation. That's why I'm successful, and it's why I'm still alive.

I'm John. John Williams.

Not that John Williams.

Should I know a John Williams? (( You'll have to excuse her; she's from 1932. ))

In any event, a pleasure, Mr. Williams. One finds few enough of the Kindred around this strange little Limbo we have here; I do relish these little opportunities. And men who call themselves successful tend to be...interesting. Regardless of whether or not they live up to the self description.

I'm Anna Demirovna. [ something of a Russian accent to her pronunciation of the name ]

No. No, I suppose not. It's a pleasure, Miss Demirovna.

And I can agree on that front. Meeting other Kindred at this point, regardless of their clan, tends to be a welcome change from the usual glut of Draculas, sparkling vampires immune to sunlight, and teenagers with fangs intent on carrying on for eternity like they did in high school.

As for calling myself successful ... I see no reason to lie, or downplay what's simple truth.

Sparkling vampires immune to sunlight? That's not just ridiculous; it's almost unfair. Goodness knows I'd put up with a bit of unnecessary glitz to get more time out of my nights. I suppose I could join the Ordo, but I think I really would rather sparkle than listen to that lot.

But I digress.

Honest about your accomplishments, are you then? [ /chinhands ] I guess that makes you properly worth my time.

Afraid I don't recognize the Ordo. They can't be that big if they're not a name player between the Camarilla and the Sabbat.

Not that I don't enjoy hearing the Ordo being snubbed, but I don't recognize the terms Camarilla and Sabbat, so I'm afraid I'll have to rain on your big-name parade.

Oh god damn it. What about the clans? Do you know of them? Ventrue, Toreador, Gangrel, Malkavian and so on?

Ventrue, Gangrel -- yes. I'm...familiar with Toreadors, but as a bloodline, and not a Clan.

The clans -- since apparently this is in need of some clarification -- are Daeva, Ventrue, Gangrel, Mekhet, and Nosferatu.

Uh ... not quite. There are thirteen clans, one for each Antediluvian, sired by the Three who in turn were sired by Cain himself.

We're talking basic Kindred lord here.

Charming little religion you have there, but where the Kindred come from is hardly "basic lore," and I'll ask that you not insult me with stories. We in the Lancea, of course, recognize that it is Longinus who was first among the Damned, but if something like that were universally recognized our work wouldn't be half so difficult.

There are five clans. There exist such a thing as bloodlines, though I confess I've no idea how numerous they are. My sire may have been a fool, but he taught me that much.

I-- [ ...wait. lightbulb moment. ] Look, maybe there's been a misunderstanding. We get all sorts of ...odd iterations in universes, in this place. Perhaps that's what's going on.

That close, and yet that different, huh?

I should have realized. You've probably never even heard of Methuselahs, then.

It only takes getting dragged someplace new once to realize that everything you thought you knew about how the world works can be wildly subject to change.

It hadn't occurred to me that something like that might also be true even between those of us who identify as Kindred, but it certainly explains a great deal about the turn our conversation has taken.

And if you mean that the word "Methuselah" ought to have meaning to me outside a certain Biblical figure, then no, I haven't the slightest what you're talking about.

I can identify with that, to an extent.

If you really don't know what Methuselahs are, consider yourself lucky. See, after a thousand years or so, a vampire tends to go a little crazy. Worse, they feed on Kindred.

Ah. That. No, that still happens; I just wasn't aware there was a name for it.

Kindred are still Kindred, after all.

Yeah, we call them Methuselahs because of the whole 'being undead for a thousand plus years' thing. Apparently something changes when you get that old, because they can only seem to feed on other Kindred. Whether it's personal taste or real necessity, I don't know.

I do know that our creation story is mostly true, however, as there's some documented evidence about the Antideluvian's existence, and it's because of the Antediluvians -- in part -- that a couple of the clans have changed over the last several hundred years.

Mm, well, it's quite simple, really: as the potency of one's blood increases, so does the potency of one's...needs. It's hardly an ideal situation, though, letting yourself get bound to random neonates; I imagine that must be part of the necessity of torpor.

Or perhaps that is yet more evidence for the differences in our realities. That, and the fact that the Kindred I know very distinctly have just the five clans I named, with never such a thing as an Antediluvian.

Perhaps. I trust I won't be completely bonkers when I hit that age.

Heh. Technically, there's something like fifteen clans, given that couple Antediluvians have been Diablerized and thus clans have shifted.

[ she whistles, impressed ]
Excuse me while I fail to envy your situation then, Mr. Williams. Kindred society as I know it is certainly something like heartless, but at least I don't have to deal with that sort of madness.
...Madness in multiple senses of the word, it sounds like.

There's a reason my ultimate goal is independence.

...Independence from what? Your sire?

That's one thing to be independent of. I mean the overall politics of the night. Sabbat, Camarilla, all this Jyhad nonsense is irritating.

If my sire would stop trying to kill me, that would be nice too.

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...wait how did I not see this tag /facepalm -- FEEL FREE TO REPLY OR NOT

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