On watching the other muses flail

[stranger_to_the_rain]

And people say I'm the eccentric one in the family.

No, no. That's a lie. No. They say I'm crazy. But we both know better, don't we?





Hmmm?

There's irony to it, isn't there? a Fish Malk who's actually a Malk?

I think so.


There is one thing I'd like to know, though. What exactly is a rockstar puppy? Why does Diana have one? And is it going to eat her face?

All right, so that was three things I wanted to know. Who's keeping score?

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[i_o_u]

Somebody always is. [Keeping score, that is.]

Free bit of advice, little fish: always make certain it's you.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

How do I know if I'm really me?

[i_o_u]

Well, there's your first problem. Better get over that one quick: it's nothing compared to the last one.

[indiscreet]

Oh, so you really are mad. That does explain a great deal.

(( these are the continuing adventures of Anna! Least Judgmental Person Ever ))

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Are you really pointing out my problems?



You don't know the truth about reality.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Silly girl.

[i_o_u]

I know about people. That's more than enough.

Do you know why they call you crazy?

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Of course.

But who ever said I was "people?"

[indiscreet]

[ pouting a bit ]

You said that before.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Do you think it's changed?





I don't.

[indiscreet]

[ She barely catches herself before she rolls her eyes. Why must elders be so frustrating? Or, more accurately, why does this one have to be? ]

It's not as though you've changed much either. Saying strange things with no explanation -- it's bound to leave a young woman like myself feeling rather left out.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

I could make you mad too. If that would help.

[indiscreet]

I, ah... what? Is that something Cainites can do? [ look at her, remembering her vocabulary ]

No, that...probably would not be helpful. I have enough madness in my head as it is, these nights...

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Your choice.

Just as the blind Toreador vampire bat made his choice.

[indiscreet]

You almost sound disappointed.

...I don't think I'm familiar with that tale. What did the "blind Toreador vampire bat" choose?

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Must I tell it?

[indiscreet]

Not if you don't wish to. And I already know your opinion of my curiosity.

But if it's a choice between a fable and madness, the first seems far less trouble all around.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Oh...very well.

Once upon a time there were seven blind bats. Or thirteen...I forget. Anyway, they were a bit hungry for fresh blood, because they were Vampire blind bats, so they looked around for something to bite. Except they couldn't look around, as they were blind, which you should have realized already.

But their unerringly keen senses of smell led them to a plump, juicy, blood-filled elephant - which in this story stands for all reality. Got it?

The Gangrel bat bumped into the tail and said, Aha! this elephant is really a twitching animal! That is what I shall become.

The Brujah broke his fangs trying to bite the hoof and said, Aha! The elephant is like a hard, stony, insensate pestle that crushes all beneath it with pitiless abandon! That is what I shall become.

The Nosferatu bat flew into the elephant's butt and said, Aha! The elephant is really a wrinkled, stinky, puckered, desiccated mass that lives in a dank cave! That is what I shall become.

The Tremere bit the head and said, Aha! The elephant is really a puny little brain struggling to control a vast and powerful body! That is what I shall become.

The Ventrue felt the legs, and said, Aha! The elephant is really a powerful, upstanding pillar that can bear all weight with strength, but with very little suppleness or resilience! That is what I shall become.

The Toreador felt the trunk and mouth and said, Aha! The elephant is really a great, firm shaft or a warm, moist hole! That is what I shall become.

And the Malkavian bat, blinder than all the rest, swooped down and managed to miss the entire elephant. Aha! said the benighted Malkavian, as it flapped past. The others are making a huge fuss over an elephant that is really a big lot of nothing! Well that is what I shall become.

And so, I say unto you, flap on!

[i_o_u]

Who ever said I was? I think you're missing the point.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Missing the point is the point.

[indiscreet]

[ She frowns slightly. This is what she gets for sharing her bloodline with her employer. ]

This is a story Malkavians tell one another? I'm frankly not sure whether to be more entertained or insulted by it all.

I'd like to think that there's more to me than what's between my legs, you know.

[hackreality]

You know, I never quite understood what fish have anything to do with Clan Malkavian.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Who ever said anything about your legs?

[stranger_to_the_rain]

We like them. They're slippery.

[indiscreet]

I wasn't that young when my sire Embraced me; I know innuendo when I hear it.

Not that your Toreador bat doesn't rather suit much of the Daeva these days, but... Well, I should like to amount to something a bit more ambitious.