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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 10, 2016 4:10:40 GMT
Kyle would smile and bear with it for a few moments till he felt like his neck was about to snap. Then he would take a seat back in his stool and drink his beer.
"So she's like... The big guy in charge? Why does she go by Prince? She looks way too pretty to be a dyke."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 10, 2016 4:17:10 GMT
"She's married," Finn muttered, turning to look at his friend. She had downed her second glass of wine but seemed content being spoken about as if she weren't there. At least that meant she wouldn't need to respond. The bartender gave her a concerned look as she asked for her next drink, pouring it into the glass. A few droplets leaked out from the cracks she had caused. "To a man. A good man, actually."
He moved to slip between the Prince and her guest, hoping that whatever hostility was certainly in their future, he would be able to block it. "Prince is a title. Gender neutral. I'm guessing you don't know much of anything about the Camarilla, do ya, little seeker?"
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 10, 2016 4:44:35 GMT
Kyle scratched his stubble in thoughtfulness and shrugged.
"Don't get caught sucking blood, don't kill needlessly, never without a plan; to get rid of the body that is. Uhm... Aaaannnd... Oh! Don't make any spawnlings cause, that shit is bad for your immortal health."
He shrugged again and looked to Finn.
"That about it right?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 10, 2016 4:49:49 GMT
"That, and a Court that runs the City, all with their own titles. Like Prince, Senschal, Harpy, Primogen... The list goes on, and those are ALL gender neutral."
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 10, 2016 6:02:23 GMT
Kyle paused in thought.
"So what you're saying is... Everyone can become anything no matter what's between their legs?"
He nodded his head in approval.
"Very progressive thinking. I'm impressed coming from snobs that's quite a feat."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 10, 2016 6:04:02 GMT
"You know. If she kills you, I don't think I can stop her."
Finn was lying through his teeth when he said that, but it'd be almost impossible to tell. He wore a manic grin across his face as the temperature dropped another few deadly degrees. The retainer bowed to her Prince before escaping to the room behind the bar, where it was a bit warmer.
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Mar 10, 2016 9:31:06 GMT
Jude awoke next to Trix later in the evening, being very careful not to wake her. Still wearing his cloths from the evening before he grasped one of the chalices, draining it before setting it down. Cold, but he could deal with it.
The charlatan made his way into the main room, rolling his eyes a bit. Seems like Kyle was pissing of the Frost Queen. Smooth.
"Keep that up with her and you'll regret it you moron." He commented walking those final few steps that would lead him to Amy Finn and Kyle.
He took some time before he said anything, scratching the back of his head. "Look, I'm not so great at this, but thanks for the save Milkshakes." He smiled a bit, but there was obviously something... Missing.
Jude wasn't angry, he was a bit relieved, a bit sad, and not a little bit afraid. Taking a deep breath he looked again into the Frost Queen's eyes. "I need a favor..." He glared at Kyle for a moment, trying to keep him from losing his head. "That can't happen to Trix ever again... I need to be better... For her you know?" He asked the one person he thought he never would.
"I gotta be able to protect her." He reached a hand up knocking a bit on his own head. "My brains all screwed up, I gotta be able to do something though..." He looked at her again, the closest thing to a real smile on his face all night, and it was pleading. "Help?"
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 10, 2016 21:26:24 GMT
Kyle cocked his head to the side in confusion.
"Why would she kill me?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 10, 2016 21:40:28 GMT
Finn's grin only managed to grow as Jude showed up. "Ah," he said with a narrowing of his emerald eyes. "The other Ravnos boy." His knowledge extended far beyond just the Madness Network, but it was easy for him to find things out from the mind of the Malkavian Clan, some of whom had watched the O'Connor's carrying the semi-unconscious charlatans into the city. He tilted his head to one side but let his Prince speak as Jude walked straight up to her.
Amy had enough alcohol in her system that it was difficult for her to maintain her inhuman tension. She did not look up from her glass of wine, staring at the dark liquid within for a long moment as Jude explained himself. She understood his feelings, possibly more than she should. He wanted to protect the little one, Bellatrix. She had hoped that keeping them out of the city limits would keep her husband's best friend and his little makeshift family under the radar of the Eastern Monsters.
"Are you asking for training?" There was no hostility in her voice, no anger. She managed not to sound as defeated as she felt, sitting there in her home, an Elysium within Nagasaki. She understood his concern but wasn't certain how to take it. He was asking for her help... "Jude, this is Findero Lauden, Primogen of the Malkavian Clan." The giant madman took a deep bow from his waist, still grinning. "Finn, please," he said in his low, rumbling baritone. Amy continued on as if he hadn't spoken at all. "The Ravnos Clan, whom you belong to... The man that started the Clan is a relative of Malkav, who started Finn's Clan. He can help you. And he will do it without asking for a boon in return."
Icy eyes slid over to the man as he straightened from his bow. Her look was pointed, making her intention clear. If Jude was agreeable to the training, then Finn would not be allowed to ask for anything. A well-sculpted brow cocked over one eye but he nodded in response. He would do whatever it was his Prince wanted from him.
"Your kind are known for losing their mind as they get older. The illusions you can create... They begin to blur the lines between reality and fiction. You begin to go mad. It is in your blood. The Malkavian Clan... They are already mad. Finn, here, is one of the most insane individuals I have ever met. Yet, he is able to harness his insanity into a very powerful tool, especially against our current enemy. He can teach you how to do the same."
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Mar 20, 2016 18:51:32 GMT
Jude turned to look toward Kyle for a moment. "Dude... Seriously..? Milkshakes can fuck your day up bad." Jude paused, his brows stitching together in contemplation. "Also, she's Golden Boy's wife, so lay off." He tilted his head a bit looking toward Finn. "Sup big gu... Dude what the fuck?" The green eyed Ravnos took an involuntary step back. Contemplation turned into obvious confusion and tension as his shoulders squared. "Milkshakes..." He started to comment as she began to speak, he couldn't take his eyes off the giant Malkavian. Something was seriously wrong. Maggots, everywhere, all over his lab coat, his hands, feet, everywhere but that face. One hand rose to cover his good eye. That was not an image he wanted to see first thing in the evening.
"Mad... Yeah... Mad." Jude withdrew his hand from his eye as he focused on Amy. Training, could he train? Was that something vampires could do? Vampires were never supposed to be able to change, but Milkshakes seemed to think otherwise, and who was he to argue. She coulda been his great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother a few dozen times over.
Then the maggot covered giant bowed at the waist, and Jude couldn't help but glance over. Disgust was his first instinct, but that didn't last terribly long. He was a doctor after all. "Yo." He called out, raising his hand up to greet the maggot covered giant. "If it'll keep Trix safe I'll work with the creepy crawly covered guy... Yeah." He agreed. Man it was already beginning to be a weird night, and he was sober.
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 22, 2016 3:16:52 GMT
Milkshakes? Golden boy? What in the hell? And what was all this shit about training? Kyle was lost. This wasn't an unusual thing.
"Hey training. Training is always fun. I'll try some of that out myself."
He would say with a smile. Anything to impress the ladies.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 22, 2016 3:23:17 GMT
Amy's icy gaze immediately flew to Kyle as he spoke. The alcohol in her system helped to dull her senses, but whatever chance he had to go under her radar had been foiled by his own actions. She continued to glare at him in silence, which was quickly eaten alive by the manic cackling as Jude and Finn faced off. This Ravnos thought he deserved to train? Did he think he would live through a session with the Malkavian? Did he think, for even a moment, that it would do him any good at all? In one gulp, she finished the rest of her wine and muttered something inaudible under her breath.
When she looked back to the other two, Finn was bent over at the waist, laughing hysterically. Red tears were beginning to roll down his cheeks and he raised one hand, covered by a white glove, to wipe them away. If one could pay enough attention, they might notice that the blood did not stain the cloth. Jude would see the maggots as they fell off his body, but they disappeared by the time they would hit the floor.
Once his laughter quieted enough for her to speak, Amy slurred softly, "He's utterly mad, but he will teach you to keep your love safe and sound." She gave a very slight shake of her head, but the room was beginning to swim all around her. "Atop that, if you can convince him to, he may be teach you how to inflict his level of insanity... on your enemies." Finn straightened at that, his grin far too wide for his face.
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Mar 22, 2016 6:10:48 GMT
Jude narrowed his one eye on Finn, while he wasn't exactly one for anything other than plain and simple, Finn irked him. "Creepy crawly can help me with Trix, that I'm game for, but I'm not so sure about the act..." Jude motioned with his hand vaguely toward the Malkavian Primogen. "This is fuckin' weird." He motioned toward the gloves. "Way fuckin weird." The young Ravnos moved over toward the bar, keeping his eye carefully on the madman. "You sure he's on the level Milkshakes? This guy's got way more goin on right now than even Jack." Jude motioned toward the counter Amy was sitting at and a little impish copy of Jack appeared. "And Jack's got some shit goin on."
Jude turned once again to the Finn. "What's yer story man? Your creepy crawly's are friggen gross." He commented, turning from Amy to approach the Malkavian, staring defiantly up into his hard emerald eyes. "You ain't got fruity eyes man." Jude was studying Finn, trying to figure out the crazy Methusala.
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 22, 2016 18:00:46 GMT
Kyle just sat there and drank his beer confused and curious. At least this was fun.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 22, 2016 20:05:48 GMT
Finn snickered openly at Jude's remarks. It was entertaining to him how the child thought he understood anything about the madman. He was strangely perceptive for a drug-addled little shit, but very little surprised the giant these days. He watched as the Ravnos approached his Prince, who violently recoiled from the illusion that was presented. Her eyes flew open wide, anxious mind immediately connecting the sight of the little shade to the need to ride a motorcycle. Her quivering did not go unnoticed, but so long as the others focused on him, Finn knew she could calm herself down.
"Do you want to know what they are?" he asked in his low, baritone voice, leaning close to Jude. The maggots were squirming all along his skin, a sight only other Mediums could notice. His smile was too large for his face, stretching the skin gaunt over the bones, and his emerald eyes gleamed with intrigue. Malkav had blessed this man, taken by the illustrious Zap for his own purposes.
Madness came off him in waves. Perhaps it was the illusions that drove him to such a degree, but the cause was not nearly as important. The fact that he WAS mad immediately garnered him the attention of the unforgiving Methusalah, who seemed to be searching his one eye for something only he could see.
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