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Burning Blood
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Q
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Joined: 16 Dec 2007
Location: The New Q (Ryan)
Tue Aug 12, 2008 12:38 am
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*Q looks her over, flicks his attention to Eric, and swings it back to Val. He exhales a long stream of smoke.*
I would say I am no man at all. More of a new "thing" and alien to what normal mortals think. I would have to hazard that I am a man of honor that has lost meaning, guilty and paranoid is a trade secret to life and I am well beyond such trivial words as clever to describe me. Seeing as one aspect of self decided that he'd let all thing's lie with the return of the items and has not seen such, it may be time to hold an accounting for this most disrespectful of actions. I will have to have words with Prince Andy upon these matters as I think he would like to keep peace in his city. I am also as sure of that as I am that the Warlocks would like to have their houses of sorcery remain secret. I shall address the Prince first, then Aramaeous second. If those two options fail, then I shall talk with my personal wildcard. Saint James can be quite helpful. He's been such to me in the past, I see no reason for such in this future.
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"The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true."
Edgar Allan Poe
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Val LeCarde
Hey, seriously. Go outside or something
Joined: 14 Jun 2008
Location: Julie
Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:18 am
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:: Valerie shrugs ::
"Sounds like an even keeled course of action, depending on what happens after we storm the castle of Pentex."
::She wonders if this version of Q is a fun as the one she originally met, and hopes there is some spark of mischief left in that melon of his::
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Q
Hey! NO! Go make IRL friends!
Joined: 16 Dec 2007
Location: The New Q (Ryan)
Tue Aug 12, 2008 3:33 pm
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I forgot who said it, but a half cocked mind fires before sighting in. You might want to keep that in mind. I've seen some of the secrets that Pentex holds and we all make plans for war upon them. I really don't think anyone is aware what we are getting into. We will be attacking weird vampires who are more structured then the Tremere. Hell, they make the Warlocks look like fucking anarchist with their degree of control. This is a dangerous thing we do and make no doubts about it, we do this alone. The City itself will not get involved beyond the one or two members it sees fit to allow to participate so that they can claim to have helped us.
*Q takes a long slow drag of the ciggarette and allows the smoke to glide from his open mouth into his nose before he begins blowing out smoke rings*
Now I know you fancy me some sort of teacher, I'd prefer to be a mentor as I couldn't teach a kitten how to eat. So I'll start with the simplest way one can help another, and that is with the most blatant of cop-outs ever.
Do you have any questions that I might answer?
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"The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true."
Edgar Allan Poe
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Val LeCarde
Hey, seriously. Go outside or something
Joined: 14 Jun 2008
Location: Julie
Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:14 pm
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:: Val watches the smoke rings make their lazy way into the night air; all this talking has given her itchy feet ::
“I never liked school, and I don’t really ask questions. I’m smart, observant, and take orders well, but I leave the philosophy and the drama to Eric. Think more like a trade school when you want to guide me: hands on, messy work, and lots of hard knocks. I rather take apart the car engine then sit there and study the blueprints. “
“What I really was expecting from you is more like that white haired guy did in Kill Bill, ya know; kick the shit out of me until I learned something. But if you want to be all Zen about it, I guess we could talk”
::She finishes her cigarette, and buries the butt into the planter. ::
“I guess you know all there is about me, but I hardly know you. Want to chew the fat over your origin story?”
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Q
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Joined: 16 Dec 2007
Location: The New Q (Ryan)
Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:24 pm
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Sure, I'd love to talk about my origin story. The almighty question of it is can you spare a decade? That my dear, would be the abbreviated version.
*Q swivels in his seat, resting his back on the arms rest and tucking a leg underneath before fixing his gaze upon Val. "I wonder why Eric is just standing there? Ah well, guess he ain't got much to say." he thinks to himself*
This is why I like to be asked questions, my knowledge of things is vast and to just jump into them would be like leaping out of a plane into an ocean when what you want is a lake. So to move things along, let me tell you that I am the oldest fang in this City. I am older then this City. Older then even the state and country. I am even older then this continent. Rest assured and know that I was around when the mighty Egyptians were just beginning to hew stone for their pyramids. Now, armed with this, what would you like to know of me?
*Q decides this position is uncomfortable and tosses his legs across Val's lap, then he reaches down and scoops the dog up. Placing the surprised animal on his chest, it looks more like a tea-cup terrier then the large bull breed it comes from*
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"The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true."
Edgar Allan Poe
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Val LeCarde
Hey, seriously. Go outside or something
Joined: 14 Jun 2008
Location: Julie
Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:07 pm
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:: The surprised animal is scooped up with a small yelp, and is plunked down on Q’s massive chest. It makes a motion to express its displeasure, but Val reaches over and raps it on the snout ::
“He’s trying to make nice, deal with it” ::And with that the huge mongrel groans a small complaint, but settles down::
::Val feels surprised that Q’s making himself comfortable, none the less; the swing is supporting the weight of two large people and one immense dog. I guess these old houses made things to last ::
“So you’re older than dirt, and could have spanked Jesus when he was born. God, you have been a tick on humanity’s ass for this long, what is keeping you here in this armpit of a city? You have enough years to have cash out the wazoo, influence any historical figure, and could have bought half of Texas before Luis and Clark did. Why did you choose to set up shop in Sanctuary, and choose not to be the fang in charge?”
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Q
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Joined: 16 Dec 2007
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Tue Aug 12, 2008 10:28 pm
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*He laughs for a little bit and smiles down at Val across the dog's back*
I came to this City because I was doing my duty to Archon LeCrouix. Seems my clan's Justicar decided that he liked LeCrouix and could spare one of his top helpers. I stay now only because the second dictation of my orders were quite clear: support the throne of Prince. I care not who wrinkled ass sits upon it, or what cock wears the crown. This is after all a Camarilla city and I am to make sure it becomes just that. Another reason for my remaining here is that I am to evaluate the neonates who dwell here and promote the betters of the groups to more ambitious Kindred. Though, I tried to become the Prince but was unable to overcome Caleb or Andy, so now I serve the throne and have no desire to sit upon it.
*Q laughs again and pets the dog, he pokes Val in the arm with the tip of his boot and smiles again*
Caligula. He was easy to influence, hedonistic as he was and Joan of Ark, to pure in her own simplicity. That's about all the historical figures I dealt with that you get to know about for now.
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"The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true."
Edgar Allan Poe
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Val LeCarde
Hey, seriously. Go outside or something
Joined: 14 Jun 2008
Location: Julie
Tue Aug 12, 2008 10:50 pm
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:: Valarie listens to Q's response, and rests her hands behind her head ::
"So your undead ass is stuck here on some sort of mission, until your boss yanks you onto another project? I guess Sanctuary is something more than I first thought, if an old solider like you is stationed here. Like some supernatural chess board, huh?"
"Looks like I just got my own part to play in the grand scheme of things. Are you making report cards and sending them back to ... what did you call them, "just-cars"? Whats with the older leeches, and why would they care about me?"
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Q
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Joined: 16 Dec 2007
Location: The New Q (Ryan)
Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:08 pm
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I am not stuck here, and as far as my boss knows, I'm doing what was ordered, which is to back the Prince who ever that may be. As far as chess goes, you made the right fucking guess on that. This place prevents old fangs from getting in here. Period. I didn't so much as arrive here through the normal means of walking or car. That's a bit complicated, but the short end was I was allowed in. The Elders deemed this place way to valuable to simply ignore. It is a hive for political unrest in our society. The Elders figure if enough low level neonates were to convene here, then a real coup attempt could be had.
*Q trails his eyes over Eric with a slight scowl and a nod, he brings his attention back to Val*
Your part in all this is simply to assist me in maintaining who ever sits on the throne as Prince. A good soldier and all. As it stands I am not making report cards so much as putting you all through a complex serious of paces to find just the right fucks who will best serve the older fucks. And it's just-I-cars. Seems your Sire has yet to teach you about our society at large, but I can help with that.
*He reaches past the dog to pat Val's arm*
And don't you worry, the elders care nothing for you, or your brother, or anyone else in this City. That's why they sent me. When I find a fang worth caring for, I send them a heads up. THEN they might care about you, but honestly they just want some more capable pawns.
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"The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true."
Edgar Allan Poe
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Val LeCarde
Hey, seriously. Go outside or something
Joined: 14 Jun 2008
Location: Julie
Wed Aug 13, 2008 8:20 am
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:: Val snorts ::
"Great, more politics. I guess playing a grand game keeps the old fucks from going insane. Hell, I just want to survive to the next sunset. This is one harsh world I’ve been forced into.”
::She thinks for a moment, and then looks Q square in the eye ::
“Hey, if I meet my final death on Saturday, promise me you will take my body. I won’t ash like the rest of you, and I don’t want my remains being captured by these Pentex fuckers. “
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Q
Hey! NO! Go make IRL friends!
Joined: 16 Dec 2007
Location: The New Q (Ryan)
Thu Aug 14, 2008 2:23 am
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You worry to much. This attack on Pentex is not political but an act of survival. I expect them to expect something. You'll see quite a few more nights young tooth. You might be a pawn in the eyes off the wrinkly cocks, but I see you more as a rook. Direct and blunt, blind to the sides. You just have to learn to look for the fucking bishops and knights.
*Scratches his chin, then the dog*
Also you need to look out for other pawns. The little guy can fuck you up.
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"The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true."
Edgar Allan Poe
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Eric Lecarde
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Thu Aug 14, 2008 6:11 am
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Eric finally removed himself from his silence, he grinned as Q nodded to him. "oh come now, Q... whatever could a neonate like me do? I mean... it's not like I'm going to throw some Anarchy into the mix, that would be ever so foolish"
He moved over to watch the outside through a window. "Ya know Val... it's a shame you never got to meet Richard, he was an... inspirational fellow, and he would have given Foster a good run for his money."
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Q
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Location: The New Q (Ryan)
Thu Aug 14, 2008 2:22 pm
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Richard wouldn't have given Prince Andy anything, let alone a run for the money. Dick wanted everyone to be a Prince, and wanted no one to be Prince. He was trying to go after the whole might makes right. If you had the power to control, say, the entire financial district and Arts areas, then those were your domains.
Do you see how problematic that can be?
*Q lifts the dog and swings his legs around back to a sitting position. He absently places the dag onto Val's lap*
That would make this into a very quick war for area. Here's a better example of the problem: Let's say I like your mansion here, and I like that dog there. These are both your things, but I can easily take you both in a fight. Under Richard's ideal, they'd both be mine and you couldn't really do anything about it. Not so much a good thing for the new fangs.
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"The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true."
Edgar Allan Poe
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Val LeCarde
Hey, seriously. Go outside or something
Joined: 14 Jun 2008
Location: Julie
Thu Aug 14, 2008 3:45 pm
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:: Val lets Q drop her pooch in her lap, and gently pats his head. She notices that this new Q can have a short attention span, but when you have it, he is focused on what he’s doing.::
::When Q points to the dog in his example of ownership, she wonders if he’s making an attempt to talk about her. The mutt is hers, and her ghoul. Val shrugs it off ::
"Anyways... I'm sure this Dick fella was tons of fun, but Andy sits on high. He's doing an all-right job, even if he just thinks I exist to look after you, Eric"
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