oh man here we go

[anti_ventrue]

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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[daughters_of_janus]

[Jeanette smirks a little at his username.]

Oh my, if Therese saw that she would be absolutely hysterical.

[anti_ventrue]

Saw what, exactly? It would help me take credit if only I knew what exactly you were referring to.

[daughters_of_janus]

Your little username thing "anti_ventrue". She's not even one but you'd think she was with how snooty she acts.

Distant Skies allows OCs?

[bindsthedead]

My mundane wants to suggest the game she's placing me in.

[anti_ventrue]

Well, with respect, we're not all snooty.

Really?

[anti_ventrue]

Is helping the mun cheating? I didn't say so, so I guess fair's fair.

Yep! Oh, and pardon any of the muses actions. She doesn't get along with the undead.

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel just looks at the man uneasily.]

It's no problem at all!

[anti_ventrue]

...You okay?

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel's hand is reaching for the smallest of her bells- there are seven, in a bandolier across her chest, and a sword at her side. She can sense that the man in front of her is Dead... or maybe just being ridden by one, since every dead body used by one of the Dead starts rotting pretty quickly. But she just has to ask.]

You don't know what these bells mean?

[anti_ventrue]

No. Should I?

BN is coming and allows WoD characters! Like me!

[diana_abel]

Setting deadlines for a mun, huh? I think I could guess your clan.

Although the journal name is an interesting item. Possibly a red herring, but I'm totes getting ahead of myself here.

Hi.

Yay! All love for OWOD.

[anti_ventrue]

Damn! There I go, playing to the stereotypes again.

Hi yourself.

[bindsthedead]

[Normally, this would be the point that Sabriel gets out the bells and the sword and the Charter Magic and tries to send this guy to his final death. Everyone and everything has a time to die, and it's her job to make sure the Dead are dead. But since that's rude, she's not allowed to. Not yet.]

You're Dead, and you've never heard of a necromancer? [She's skeptical.]

I am the Abhorsen.

[daughters_of_janus]

Oh! I just assumed you were a Bruja or something. But sorry to say, you'd be the first one I met that didn't want to screw me over in the not-so-fun way.

There are two V:TM OCs in game!

[diana_abel]

So...Ventrue?

[anti_ventrue]

I'm undead, to be technical. Alive but not alive. It's a curse passed down from Cain, or so they say.

That is awesome.

[anti_ventrue]

I was. It's a long story.

[diana_abel]

Was? Isn't being a Ventrue kinda like being a virgin? Either you are or you aren't?

Or is there some kind of wonky, Tremere ouija involved? In which case, I'm totes out.

[anti_ventrue]

I dress too nice to ever want to be a Brujah. Maybe if they were more like what my sire claims they used to be...

Regardless, I always prefer screwing over in the most fun way. Except when it comes to personal survival, of course.

[anti_ventrue]

Ha! No. Better way to phrase it: I'm a Ventrue, but I'm not part of the Cam's bullshit.

[diana_abel]

Oh. Well, you shoulda just said so.

You got a name, Mister Ventrue?

[anti_ventrue]

John Williams. Not that John Williams.

[diana_abel]

[She laughs.]

I would have been really surprised to learn that he was a Ventrue. Strikes me as a Torrie.

I'm Diana. Diana Abel. A-B-E-L. As in, Caine and dot, dot, dot...

Her info's in her journal, if you want to get an idea of her canon.

[bindsthedead]

I know how the Dead come to be. And I can feel that you're Dead. [And she has no idea what he's talking about, but she's going to be on her guard regardless. The sword's coming out, Charter Marks both ancient and powerful flashing over the blade.]

[anti_ventrue]

How appropriate. Well, Diana Abel, it's a pleasure to meet you.