[Buffy/WoD] What is Normal?
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SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
And that's fine. It's character dialogue and as long as she doesn't have a reason to really be a true master of latin, it being questionable works.
Ellf
Apprentice Wizard
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- Virginia
I'm actually a bit nervous about my next scene. I'm going to be trying to interweave two scenes together happening at different areas. Dialogue from one with imagery from the other. If I can pull it off right, it will be a neat effect, but I'm not sure I can.
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Yeah, you definitely goofed in that case. Locuta sounds similar to loqui, "to speak", and locutus, "having spoken".
Normalcy is Overrated
Ellf
Apprentice Wizard
- Location
- Virginia
Right, here's the end of the second chapter. Kudos to those who predicted things.
The night was young, and there were so many kine out there to feed upon. So many out there to tear out their throats and feast on their life-giving vitae. He had done so for centuries. Of course, there would be plenty of time to feed this night, on one of the captive kine, or perhaps he would go out and take what was deservedly his instead. Lothos frankly did not care which he did when he would feed this evening, as his plans still needed some time before they were ready to execute.
A glance at the desk before him had reports piled high. The Tzimisce bishop, Andrei, would be heading to Los Angeles soon to take over the branch of Kindred there. Lothos was sure that whatever the Tzimisce had planned, it would inevitably cripple any Camarilla plans in that area. Pity that his own aspirations for Los Angeles had ended the way they did.
A knock came on the door to his stone chamber. "Enter."
Lothos adjusted his suit jacket and brushed back his hair as the door opened revealing a dark-skinned kindred dressed in a dark suit with a red collared shirt and matching tie. In his hand, he held a legal-sized envelope.
"Sir, this came for you." Lothos held out his hand, and the young Kindred… what was his name again? Track… Trap… Trok? No matter, he placed the envelope in the hand of the Lasombra elder.
Opening the envelope, Lothos slid its contents out onto the table: a photograph and a note. After quickly glancing at the photograph, Lothos opened the note to read it, and with each passing line, his smile grew.
"Close the door." Lothos ordered, and the dark-skinned Kindred quickly followed. "Who else has seen this?"
"Nobody, sir. I picked up the envelope myself, and I brought it to you." Good. That was good. This one could be a danger, or he could be someone loyal. Lothos had not given the Embrace to this young Kindred himself, no. Trick, that was his name, had been assigned as an underling by the Sabbat. He had been useful so far, but Lothos did not truly believe him loyal. That could be fixed.
"Good. Now, Mr… Trick, was it?" At his nod, Lothos continued. "You are of clan Tremere. Why are you here in the Sabbat?"
"The Sabbat have it right, sir. The Camarilla are backwards, rule-toting blaggards. They hold their precious masquerade sacrosanct, and woe be unto you if you violate it. The twenty-first century is upcoming, we need to embrace the tide, not be more careful to hide within it. We are by nature better than the kine." The young vampire sounded impassioned. Good.
"Ah… I see why you are not with the Orthodoxy." Lothos glanced down at the photo again. "I need loyal subjects for what I have planned, Mr. Trick. What I will need from you goes beyond a simple viniculum. You and those under you will undergo a Vaulderie with each other, but I will need a Blood Oath."
"You'll have it, sir. Can I ask what your plans are?" Trick sounded interested. Good.
"Tell me, Mr. Trick, do you know what a Slayer is?" Lothos picked up the photograph and began to play with it in his hand.
"Is that just another term for hunter, sir?" Trick asked.
"No, no…" Lothos looked at the photograph again. The girl had nearly destroyed him six years ago, and that made her all the more desirable. Buffy Summers….
**************
"Slayers aren't like hunters, Mr. Trick. They're different. Special."
The motel door slammed open, and Buffy could not stop kissing Julia. A hunger for the Italian woman was going through her, and she just couldn't stop. It was so nice. The pale woman knew exactly what she was doing.
"One girl in all the world, or so the story goes. Where a Hunter is imbued by their virtue… A Slayer… she has Power. She is nearly Kindred, but she hunts us."
The hotel bed. They'd made it to the bed, but she couldn't keep going. This was too much. This was real, very real, and Buffy was going to be exposed to this with a woman before she ever had the chance with a real man who wasn't a hallucination. She couldn't care less at the moment. Julia occupied her every thought, her presence even drowning out that sickly whisper. Hers.
"I can see you wondering, Nearly Kindred? What do I mean? In my research, I have found that a Slayer embodies many aspects of Kindred already… She unconsciously uses disciplines, and she is stronger than a normal kine. Some, those who study these girls, believe them to be living descendants of the Dark Father, with aspects of his blood's curse manifesting..."
Buffy gasped out as pain followed by intense pleasure suffused through her body. Julia's mouth was at her throat, and her focus could be on nothing else as she squirmed under the Italian woman's intense embrace. Even the fleeting thought of what Julia was doing to her, of what Julia probably was… Buffy couldn't focus on anything but how good it felt. She was too far gone.
"Imagine now, what might happen if a Slayer were Embraced. Better yet, imagine if she were Embraced by one of us. If any of that is true, how much Power would she hold as a neonate? How much power would she gain?"
Buffy's vision began to blur as the blood loss took its toll on her body. Her breaths became shallow and ragged, and she squirmed less. She couldn't focus. She wouldn't… It was… She didn't want to die. Drink and live. It's about the blood.
"I intend to make the Slayer mine. With her at my side, we will make the Sabbat strong. Gehenna will no longer be something to fear, simply prepare for."
Julia held open Buffy's mouth and cutting her own wrist, she thrust it into her mouth. With Buffy's last living thoughts, she couldn't help but swallow it down. And then she drank a bit more. More than one drop. She couldn't help herself, but she didn't follow it when Julia removed the wrist… instead she collapsed onto the bed, losing consciousness.
"The current Slayer is Buffy Anne Summers, and she resides in Los Angeles. She will be mine, Mr. Trick."
*****************
So many voices. So many people talking all at once. It… what happened? Why is everyone so loud? Why can't she think straight? Where was she? Why was it so dark? To eliminate the dark, one merely has to turn on the lights.
That voice had the right idea. Where were the lights? Were her eyes even open? Blinking, Buffy, yes that was her name, Buffy opened them. Her eyes adjusted to the light. How long had she been asleep? Was it morning already? No… She wasn't at home. She wasn't… Where was here?
Buffy looked around the room. Hotel room. A glance at the ground had her revise that statement. Motel room. No self-respecting hotel had that sort of carpet. Puce and green together? It was adorable, but surely, nobody would ever want to do that as décor. Well, she might. There was a niggling voice that said it was ugly, but she wanted to ignore that one and listen to the ones that thought it was pretty, but they all agreed that this wasn't a hotel. The ground was messed up… knocked over wine glasses a green wall…
Sitting in a chair facing the bed was Master… Julia. That's what she was doing last night, or rather who. Julia was nicely clothed though, and… for that matter, so was she… but her jeans were torn off at mid-thigh and she wasn't wearing her sports bra. Wait… She was with Julia and then Julia bit her neck, and Buffy had yet to breathe once since waking up. Was… Was she a va-
The door slammed open, and a gargoyle-like demon threw a wooden stake with great precision at Julia, impaling her through her chest. Wait, she didn't dust she must not have been a-
Buffy felt her own chest get penetrated by a wooden stake, and she knew no more.
The night was young, and there were so many kine out there to feed upon. So many out there to tear out their throats and feast on their life-giving vitae. He had done so for centuries. Of course, there would be plenty of time to feed this night, on one of the captive kine, or perhaps he would go out and take what was deservedly his instead. Lothos frankly did not care which he did when he would feed this evening, as his plans still needed some time before they were ready to execute.
A glance at the desk before him had reports piled high. The Tzimisce bishop, Andrei, would be heading to Los Angeles soon to take over the branch of Kindred there. Lothos was sure that whatever the Tzimisce had planned, it would inevitably cripple any Camarilla plans in that area. Pity that his own aspirations for Los Angeles had ended the way they did.
A knock came on the door to his stone chamber. "Enter."
Lothos adjusted his suit jacket and brushed back his hair as the door opened revealing a dark-skinned kindred dressed in a dark suit with a red collared shirt and matching tie. In his hand, he held a legal-sized envelope.
"Sir, this came for you." Lothos held out his hand, and the young Kindred… what was his name again? Track… Trap… Trok? No matter, he placed the envelope in the hand of the Lasombra elder.
Opening the envelope, Lothos slid its contents out onto the table: a photograph and a note. After quickly glancing at the photograph, Lothos opened the note to read it, and with each passing line, his smile grew.
"Close the door." Lothos ordered, and the dark-skinned Kindred quickly followed. "Who else has seen this?"
"Nobody, sir. I picked up the envelope myself, and I brought it to you." Good. That was good. This one could be a danger, or he could be someone loyal. Lothos had not given the Embrace to this young Kindred himself, no. Trick, that was his name, had been assigned as an underling by the Sabbat. He had been useful so far, but Lothos did not truly believe him loyal. That could be fixed.
"Good. Now, Mr… Trick, was it?" At his nod, Lothos continued. "You are of clan Tremere. Why are you here in the Sabbat?"
"The Sabbat have it right, sir. The Camarilla are backwards, rule-toting blaggards. They hold their precious masquerade sacrosanct, and woe be unto you if you violate it. The twenty-first century is upcoming, we need to embrace the tide, not be more careful to hide within it. We are by nature better than the kine." The young vampire sounded impassioned. Good.
"Ah… I see why you are not with the Orthodoxy." Lothos glanced down at the photo again. "I need loyal subjects for what I have planned, Mr. Trick. What I will need from you goes beyond a simple viniculum. You and those under you will undergo a Vaulderie with each other, but I will need a Blood Oath."
"You'll have it, sir. Can I ask what your plans are?" Trick sounded interested. Good.
"Tell me, Mr. Trick, do you know what a Slayer is?" Lothos picked up the photograph and began to play with it in his hand.
"Is that just another term for hunter, sir?" Trick asked.
"No, no…" Lothos looked at the photograph again. The girl had nearly destroyed him six years ago, and that made her all the more desirable. Buffy Summers….
**************
"Slayers aren't like hunters, Mr. Trick. They're different. Special."
The motel door slammed open, and Buffy could not stop kissing Julia. A hunger for the Italian woman was going through her, and she just couldn't stop. It was so nice. The pale woman knew exactly what she was doing.
"One girl in all the world, or so the story goes. Where a Hunter is imbued by their virtue… A Slayer… she has Power. She is nearly Kindred, but she hunts us."
The hotel bed. They'd made it to the bed, but she couldn't keep going. This was too much. This was real, very real, and Buffy was going to be exposed to this with a woman before she ever had the chance with a real man who wasn't a hallucination. She couldn't care less at the moment. Julia occupied her every thought, her presence even drowning out that sickly whisper. Hers.
"I can see you wondering, Nearly Kindred? What do I mean? In my research, I have found that a Slayer embodies many aspects of Kindred already… She unconsciously uses disciplines, and she is stronger than a normal kine. Some, those who study these girls, believe them to be living descendants of the Dark Father, with aspects of his blood's curse manifesting..."
Buffy gasped out as pain followed by intense pleasure suffused through her body. Julia's mouth was at her throat, and her focus could be on nothing else as she squirmed under the Italian woman's intense embrace. Even the fleeting thought of what Julia was doing to her, of what Julia probably was… Buffy couldn't focus on anything but how good it felt. She was too far gone.
"Imagine now, what might happen if a Slayer were Embraced. Better yet, imagine if she were Embraced by one of us. If any of that is true, how much Power would she hold as a neonate? How much power would she gain?"
Buffy's vision began to blur as the blood loss took its toll on her body. Her breaths became shallow and ragged, and she squirmed less. She couldn't focus. She wouldn't… It was… She didn't want to die. Drink and live. It's about the blood.
"I intend to make the Slayer mine. With her at my side, we will make the Sabbat strong. Gehenna will no longer be something to fear, simply prepare for."
Julia held open Buffy's mouth and cutting her own wrist, she thrust it into her mouth. With Buffy's last living thoughts, she couldn't help but swallow it down. And then she drank a bit more. More than one drop. She couldn't help herself, but she didn't follow it when Julia removed the wrist… instead she collapsed onto the bed, losing consciousness.
"The current Slayer is Buffy Anne Summers, and she resides in Los Angeles. She will be mine, Mr. Trick."
*****************
So many voices. So many people talking all at once. It… what happened? Why is everyone so loud? Why can't she think straight? Where was she? Why was it so dark? To eliminate the dark, one merely has to turn on the lights.
That voice had the right idea. Where were the lights? Were her eyes even open? Blinking, Buffy, yes that was her name, Buffy opened them. Her eyes adjusted to the light. How long had she been asleep? Was it morning already? No… She wasn't at home. She wasn't… Where was here?
Buffy looked around the room. Hotel room. A glance at the ground had her revise that statement. Motel room. No self-respecting hotel had that sort of carpet. Puce and green together? It was adorable, but surely, nobody would ever want to do that as décor. Well, she might. There was a niggling voice that said it was ugly, but she wanted to ignore that one and listen to the ones that thought it was pretty, but they all agreed that this wasn't a hotel. The ground was messed up… knocked over wine glasses a green wall…
Sitting in a chair facing the bed was Master… Julia. That's what she was doing last night, or rather who. Julia was nicely clothed though, and… for that matter, so was she… but her jeans were torn off at mid-thigh and she wasn't wearing her sports bra. Wait… She was with Julia and then Julia bit her neck, and Buffy had yet to breathe once since waking up. Was… Was she a va-
The door slammed open, and a gargoyle-like demon threw a wooden stake with great precision at Julia, impaling her through her chest. Wait, she didn't dust she must not have been a-
Buffy felt her own chest get penetrated by a wooden stake, and she knew no more.
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Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Now, this is interesting... very, very interesting...
SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
Ah, it's good to have my wild theories vindicated.
Of course, we're still not sure what caused Buffy's hallucinations or why she remembers so much about vampires wrong (psychotic break after being attacked by Lothos?) but this sequence of events is a fine explanation for a number of things.
I'm not sure I would have pegged Buffy for a Malkavian watching the series, but you've built up to it well here.
Of course, we're still not sure what caused Buffy's hallucinations or why she remembers so much about vampires wrong (psychotic break after being attacked by Lothos?) but this sequence of events is a fine explanation for a number of things.
I'm not sure I would have pegged Buffy for a Malkavian watching the series, but you've built up to it well here.
SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
I can see both those, Toreador plays to her original self, Brujah to the slayer personality and her large problem with authority.
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
I've had too many bad experiences with fishmalks to be a Malk fan.
It's funny but it's always felt insufficiently personal to me.
Ellf
Apprentice Wizard
- Location
- Virginia
I've had too many bad experiences with fishmalks to be a Malk fan.
I hate Fishmalks. They give the rest of us decent malk players a bad name and reputation. Crazy =/= random. You can be crazy with a purpose.
sonicfan315
He of the Frakencomps and Frankentops
- Location
- Hicksville Illinois
You know, I think the most fun I had... was convincing a group that I was a fishmalk, and playing them for suckers as said Fishmalk.
Ellf
Apprentice Wizard
- Location
- Virginia
Went back and touched up Lothos's voiceover to be bolded.
I had fun with my megalomaniac malkavian who was similar to Julia. She took credit for things that other party members did simply because they obviously couldn't have done it without her help. My favorite of these was the Blessing of the Dead Cat. @DissMech would not have managed to crit without me.
I had fun with my megalomaniac malkavian who was similar to Julia. She took credit for things that other party members did simply because they obviously couldn't have done it without her help. My favorite of these was the Blessing of the Dead Cat. @DissMech would not have managed to crit without me.
sonicfan315
He of the Frakencomps and Frankentops
- Location
- Hicksville Illinois
I had a 'Fishmalk' who essentially played up the insanity... as a form of histrionics, and had a tendency to 'dissapear' for long periods of time.
SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
That's good to here. Canon retreads suffer from the fact we already have canon.
Ellf
Apprentice Wizard
- Location
- Virginia
Buffy Summers
Clan Malkavian
Generation: ?
Nature: Eye of the Storm
Demeanor: Enigma
Sire: Julia
Humanity: 7/10
Blood Pool: 8/??
WP: 7/7
Base Attributes:
Physical Social Mental
Str 4 Cha 3 Per 2
Dex 3 Man 2 Int 2
Sta 3 App 3 Wits 2
Base Abilities:
Talents Skills Knowledges
Alertness 4 Firearms 1 Academics 1
Athletics 5 Melee 4 Computer 1
Brawl 2 Stealth 3 Investigation 2
Leadership 2 Medicine 1
Subterfuge 1
Advantages
Disciplines: Advantages: Virtues
Auspex 1 Domain 1 Conscience: 4
Dementation 3 Self-Control: 3
Potence 1 Courage: 3
Obfuscation 0
Other Traits:
Slayer
When the Slayer comes out to play, Physical attributes are boosted by 2 dots each. Certain Abilities are also boosted by a certain amount. Obfuscate 1 may activate without spending blood points.
Clan Malkavian
Generation: ?
Nature: Eye of the Storm
Demeanor: Enigma
Sire: Julia
Humanity: 7/10
Blood Pool: 8/??
WP: 7/7
Base Attributes:
Physical Social Mental
Str 4 Cha 3 Per 2
Dex 3 Man 2 Int 2
Sta 3 App 3 Wits 2
Base Abilities:
Talents Skills Knowledges
Alertness 4 Firearms 1 Academics 1
Athletics 5 Melee 4 Computer 1
Brawl 2 Stealth 3 Investigation 2
Leadership 2 Medicine 1
Subterfuge 1
Advantages
Disciplines: Advantages: Virtues
Auspex 1 Domain 1 Conscience: 4
Dementation 3 Self-Control: 3
Potence 1 Courage: 3
Obfuscation 0
Other Traits:
Slayer
When the Slayer comes out to play, Physical attributes are boosted by 2 dots each. Certain Abilities are also boosted by a certain amount. Obfuscate 1 may activate without spending blood points.
Buffy's base sheet is done. There's some things that aren't on here, but these are things I'm using for reference when I'm considering what Buffy can and can't do.
Edit: I love how it strips my alignment formatting.