Message 63 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Mathew Gideon Date: Wed Apr 3, 2002 6:28 am Subject: OOC: Change of Email email address has changed to hollow_one@b... can someone please change me over... thanx Joel / Gideon Message 64 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Thomas E. Redd" Date: Wed Apr 3, 2002 3:26 pm Subject: fields of feathers.. "Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping "I'm empty and aching and I don't know why" Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike They've all come to look for America ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/thomas e redd jr /*/ teredd@u... /*/ icq# 264295 /**] [*Personal Web Address: http://idrainu.cjb.net/ aim# drainu*] [* "You got your big cheese, i got my hash pipe." - Weezer *] ------------------------------------------------------------- Message 65 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "bogsedge" Date: Thu Apr 4, 2002 4:30 pm Subject: )Whisperings )Whisperings (something looks up and scents the wind, drools inwardly at succulent memories and padpadpads over...sees the young woman with the lighter in front of the scarlet birds...quizzical look...then it savages the scarlet birds, eats them whole...slakes its thirst in the ocean, draining it to its flopping fishbed...exudes a fog where the young woman is in, screaming fucking alone...it looks at the young woman...) of parallexing faint memories, wanderings, being lost, nostalgia of the First and the Last City caught like a leaf on the flows and ebbs of thought: Soft-focus on Lady Peace and her father, at the gazebo again: You reel from the blow and fall to the marble floor. Your father is standing over you, red-faced, which quickly changes to a pained expression, sorry for having to do that to you. "You did WHAT?! With WHOM!?" Your face is burning as you hold your paw to your cheek, expecting blood. "No daughter of mine, especially YOU, of all people..." He starts pacing. "But I love him..." you sputter out. "Love doesn't matter. It never matters. Remember? What have I taught you? What have I told you? Now this! Your lust for a mere serf and now you're with child!!! Against all I've told you..." You want to curl up into a ball. Want it all to end. "Why?!! I've loved you, I've been a good father to you, you've never wanted for anything..." No no no no no you think. "You're selfish, dear. So selfish that your lust is going to hurt us. The Last City needs this. Remember?" You sit up, and stammer, "Y-yes." "I gave you opportunities galore. I assumed that our talks would have broken through that thick skull of yours! But no! You have to go off and do...this!" You stand up. Your father is holding your arm, gently. And speaking slightly softer, tho still very angry. "And how it happens to me...whimsey's sake woman! Now I don't know what to do...I'm being blackmailed, do you know that? I'm being asked for too much..." You swallow deeply. "I'm sorry fat—" He sighs deeply. "Sorry doesn't cover it. Sorry doesn't mean anything now. I have—" he looks at you with a pained expression. "I have to do too much now. Go. Run away. Go to your maya." He lets you go. "But what about you?" "Don't mind me. I've got to..." And you left. You had to. to the quickly-fading sound of a scribbling pen.( courtesy of the mks 9307-076 network Message 66 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Elysia Will Do Date: Fri Apr 5, 2002 10:17 am Subject: Discovered (not a death post) "Why are they persecuting me?" Jeanette-as-Yydri asked herself. "All these stupid questions - and the mind scans - why are they doing this?" She did her best to co-operate - to set the record straight - to prove for once and for all that she really was Yydri, even though they all seemed to persist in calling her Jeanette. As the Dr. scanned her brain, what was he searching for, anyway? The events of her awakening that evening streamed by. Waking up. Going to the closet to get a dress (no no no not the closet don't go in the closet very bad bad bad not there not the closet get away from the closet) Deciding that she would rather wear a pants suit that was in her wardrobe. Dressing. Feeding. Going to Court to fulfill her duties as Keeper of Elysium. The strange incident with Professor Naughty, the Galapagos Turtles, the Rabbits, the Lobsters, the Porcupine, the boy and the handicapped man. What made that nut think he would be able to steal praxis from Chris anyway? And then that ping thing - what was that anyway??? That was the start of the downturn of the evening. She heard the Malkavian Primogen, and the Harpy, and that strange doctor whispering about her not being Yydri. Well, they Are malkavians - must just be their craziness. And why weren't her heightened senses able to pick up their mutterings? Then they brought the Tremere and the Ventrue into it - what exactly was going on anyway? The Tremere tasted her blood - and said that she had not diablerized anyone - of course she hadn't. And the Ventrue mind raped her again - like she hadn't had enough of that. Finally, she remembered them bringing Yydri's staked body into the room. "What is she doing here? I am-" she thought just before she passed out. She woke periodically, seeing the body just to faint again. The last time she awoke the body was not there but she could not move - somehow she realized she must have been staked. This has been a bad bad night. Message 67 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "bogsedge" Date: Fri Apr 5, 2002 5:34 pm Subject: )Whisperings (something padpads away from the sounds of the screaming young woman, turns and sits, watches from a distance, as it's fog, it's grey fog eats...) of parallexing faint memories, wanderings, being lost, nostalgia of the First and the Last City caught like a leaf on the flows and ebbs of thought: Your people had been around for many turns of the Wheel. All of the Families, each to their own purpose. Limitless, formless, pure thought flitting about existence. Tending maya. Nurturing them. Creating maya. Protecting maya. Healing maya. When a physical form was needed, you found a copy in some maya and imitated that, became solid. That, with time, became more and more comfortable. Voices: "What do you mean it's sick?" Dreamer shrugged, "There is something wrong. An imbalance. Have you been keeping your duties?" "Yes, of course!" Silly thought that. Dreamer shrugged again, almost yawning. "Then I don't know what could be wrong. But it is sick. And getting worse." "Fine! I'll..." you wrap it up in cloth. "You're a big help." "Sorry, m'lady, I am not that skilled yet." Fading off into the distant sound of a scribbling pen.( courtesy of the mks 9307-076 network the character Peace is copyright 1999-2002 her player "I'm not changing a fucking thing. I'm a writer. A journalist. I can't change shit. What I do is give you the tools to understand the world so that you can change things. And I'm stuck here, only hoping that you do." -- Spider Jerusalem, _I Hate It Here_ Message 68 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: MalkavElmo@a... Date: Fri Apr 5, 2002 8:49 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings The snake dips above the murky water, eyeing the network with slitted yellow eyes. "They have lossssst their purposssessss. The wheel turnssss but they do not move with it. Aimlessssss wondering thingssss created for the purposssseee of only themsssselvessss and little knowledge of a greater dharma that flowsss through thissss world. Losssssst. Sssso lossssst. You teach yessss? Teach with me. And they will learn though blood and knowledge. Othersssss there are. Come out. Come dance." Cassius OOC: Jim US2002021043 Message 69 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Ambium@c... Date: Fri Apr 5, 2002 10:17 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings A sick boy scuttles toward the murky waters. He looks into the waters. No this water is dirty. Everything is dirty. He kneels, careful not to sit on the ground. What is this Darhma? Is it a sickness? A cure? Everything is so confusing. And of wheels and pourpase? I have seen many die that had pourpase and use. He coughs blood and throws it into the water. I'm not sure if I have a purpase. So far it's only to see the blood of my kin. To feel the pain of regret. He stands and coughs once more looking deep into the water. If only I could jump inside. Would I die? Grow sick and weary? or finnially would I be strong. Slowly he disappears into the fog coughing and sneezing. -Quid OOC: Tony us2002034045 [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 70 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: MalkavElmo@a... Date: Mon Apr 8, 2002 1:55 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings The snake pops through the water, looking at him unblinking. "Dharma isssss that which we musssssttt do in order to fulfill our purposssse. It issss that which definessss our naturesss here on earth. You do have a purpose, Quid... though you sssssuffer ssssso. Explore with me. Dive into the water and we sssshall walk together and learn. Growth and enlightenment come through change and adversssssity... yesssss.... dive in...." Cassius OOC: Jim US2002021043 Message 71 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Wendy Raimi Date: Mon Apr 8, 2002 7:09 pm Subject: Lost Time *A large canvas of a deep Maroon color with tiny trains as the border. In the middle is a very tiny pink ball, as it fearfully approaches the canvas.* "What has happened? I've heard--" there's a soft, childish giggle, "I've heard awful news." there's more giggling, and you have a feeling that something's not right. A flash of black lighting cracks against the world. "I've heard we honor our dead. I hear that some people went bad." Everything goes silent for a moment and you see a slight beige color poke the pink ball. "I still trust, for what it's worth." *The pink ball morphs into a very very fuzzy ...child? and picks up the canvas, carefully folding it into an envelope, stamps a pink rose, a white magnolia, and a broken mirror with a large E on the front and then flings it into the air. It slowly heads off into an unknown sunset as the sound of glass shatters.* ---OOC--- Jacqi McKinney Mind of Lenore Watkins can be recognized by those who know it. Malk #2002023284($US) (http://www.tagnout.com/) ~~ Jacqi McKinney ~~ http://www.tagnout.com Lactose Free Malk in Pink: Lenore Watkins Cam #: Pending Message 72 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Thomas E. Redd" Date: Mon Apr 8, 2002 3:15 pm Subject: flashes.. *in the static darkness.. *cough.. *faint sounds, fractions of sounds, a note, a string, a piano, a key.. *distant.. *flashes of anger, hate, fear, loathing, love, danger.. *all gone.. *images down, the burned box, a hole in the wall, a broken sign piled on broken mirrors, broken rose-bush, broken black standard utility vehicles.. *the shards of mirrors sparkle.. flashes of someone you recognize.. someone You hate.. someone who hates You.. someone who loves to hate You.. You don't believe it.. that can't be //Them// in the mirrors.. *Them is \\You\\ and You will never forget and have not forgotten.. ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/thomas e redd jr /*/ teredd@u... /*/ icq# 264295 /**] [*Personal Web Address: http://idrainu.cjb.net/ aim# drainu*] [* "You got your big cheese, i got my hash pipe." - Weezer *] ------------------------------------------------------------- Message 73 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Barbara Mertz Date: Mon Apr 8, 2002 10:52 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] Lost Time ::Circus music, or circus style music, plays through your head. At first it's slightly off-key, then it's in a minor key, lending it a somewhat funereal mood. The pictures rush at you like a train wreck, unwilling to watch, unable to turn away. The beatnik is wearing mime face makeup and a jaunty hat with large ostrich feathers. She's standing on the old wooden stage in a spotlight. Behind her is a table with a black tablecloth, a maroon quill pen, and an urn. She gestures as though giving a speech, and an unseen audience oohs and ahs, sympathy yet having the canned quality of a TV studio audience. She writes names with the quill, and as she writes those names you catch her feelings. Grief. Closure. She gestures toward the audience, which remains unseen. A rabbi, also in mime face, walks up on stage. He carries a Torah and mimes as though reciting from it. The beatnik watches the book intently, waiting for it to glow. It does not, but as you look closely you see it has a tiny, stylized figure of Darth Vader inscribed in it. The rabbi sheds a red tear as he leaves, and the beatnik/mime raises an eyebrow at this. Other figures in mime face come up, one by one, making gestures and frowns and cry faces, though none other sheds tears. Finally a pair arrives--Laurel and Hardy. Laurel is all earnestness, though his foot keeps springing up to his mouth. Hardy cavorts playfully about the stage. The beatnik, after several tries, gets his attention. She links his hand to Laurel's, but as she does so she spots something...wrong. From under Hardy's collar creeps something arachnoid. He seems innocent of it, not knowing what it is enough to be concerned. The beatnik hastily tries to button up his collar over it but, like any baby animal, it is persistent in its attempts to escape. Pomp and fanfare. The rabbi leads a procession of royalty. The three stand at attention. The rabbi stops to look at the creature with an expression of scientific curiosity. Shame. Fear. Sensation of a force of nature, like the sun rising impersonal but unstoppable. The Prince catches her eye, lays his hand on his sword, draws it. She bows, tries to explain, remembers she can't speak. "Tradition, tradition, tradition..." but the mantra fails, and breaks to tears as the sword cuts through the feather in the beatnik's hat.:: Wendy Raimi wrote: > *A large canvas of a deep Maroon color with tiny trains as the > border. In the middle is a very tiny pink ball, as it fearfully > approaches the canvas.* > > "What has happened? I've heard--" there's a soft, childish giggle, > "I've heard awful news." there's more giggling, and you have a feeling > that something's not right. A flash of black lighting cracks against > the world. > "I've heard we honor our dead. I hear that some people went bad." > Everything goes silent for a moment and you see a slight beige color > poke the pink ball. > "I still trust, for what it's worth." > > *The pink ball morphs into a very very fuzzy ...child? and picks up > the canvas, carefully folding it into an envelope, stamps a pink rose, > a white magnolia, and a broken mirror with a large E on the front and > then flings it into the air. It slowly heads off into an unknown > sunset as the sound of glass shatters.* > > ---OOC--- > Jacqi McKinney > Mind of Lenore Watkins can be recognized by those who know it. > Malk #2002023284($US) > (http://www.tagnout.com/) > > > ~~ Jacqi McKinney ~~ > http://www.tagnout.com > Lactose Free Malk in Pink: Lenore Watkins > Cam #: Pending > > > ___-- Barbara Mertz US2002021791 (was 2000-01-106) House of the Silver Crescent, CA-016 ----------------and Clarice to Anthony's Hannibal OOC: Cheri Eva Quinn-Maroon, Malkavian *Acknowledged**Feared**Well-Connected**Revered* ---Distrustful--- Dancing Mary, Brujah *Acknowledged**Beloved* Jani Ziff, Nosferatu *Acknowledged**Respected* [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 74 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Mon Apr 8, 2002 11:17 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] diablerie run rampant When she approaches the Cheschire cat he grins wider and responds. " I've seen neither of them, but I will watch, and listen." the grin widens even further as the cat dissapears leaving only the floating grin. "and if there's one thing I'm good at, it's finding things and guiding the lost." Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 >From: Dubhradh >Reply-To: mmnsub@yahoogroups.com >To: mmnsub@yahoogroups.com >Subject: Re: [MMNsub] diablerie run rampant >Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2002 17:59:56 -0800 (PST) > >A young girl in her oversized widow's dress and a >small black kitten wander down a fog covered path. >Along the sides of the road many familiar faces of >others on the Network fade in and out of the mist, a >cheshire cat in a tree who grins at her, a romany >woman playing the violin, a young girl dressed in a >pink taffeta dress, a black cat who seems a great deal >larger than it's actual size, a snake sliding silently >through a body of water. The girl approaches several >along the road with the same question, "Have you seen >Array? She's one of our family but she's gone missing. >Have you seen Nix? He's one of my friends who's >missing too..." Occasionally she turns around blindly >in the mist, as if lost- calling out for her lost >friends. The fog thickens, swallowing up the girl and >her cat. > >(those who know Lillith Rath's mind will recognize her.) > >===== >"Sex isn't like candy, you don't hand it out to whiney little boys who >won't shut the hell up.- Rachael Acks" >Keeley >CC and ACST Theatre Magique CO013 >was 2001-05213 is US2001022368 >Myu and Seimei's poor typist >Keeper of Katsu no Miko's Wufei >MnM (Mikagami no Miko) ICQ# 64509645 (feel free to contact me) Message 75 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Ambium@c... Date: Wed Apr 10, 2002 5:01 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings The sickly boy stands at the edge of the water. He ponders as the mist creeps around his feet. He bigins to kneel as his hand reaches to the water with all his force as it moves as if every molicule around it were holding it back. "come one" he says" just a bit further now." Just before he touches the water a look of sheer panic hits his face as he quickly stands up and pulls his hand away. "I know I can do this" he says. He begins to pace and twirls his hair. Two or three times he tries to tries to run to the water but stops right before in horror. "hesistation" he says, "if anything hesitation will kill me." If anyhting I am plauged by this. This time he walks to the water. He walks until the tips of his shoe is in the water. A famillier look of horror immeges again but this time he shrugs it off as he continues to walk into the water. he mutters as he walks.... "I can;t get sick from this", "this will not make me sick, "I cannot get sick from this", "this will not make me sick" he mutters this until he dissapears into the water....... -Quid OOC: tony us20020034054 [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 76 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "bogsedge" Date: Wed Apr 10, 2002 5:56 pm Subject: )Whisper-nots, hints of parallexing faint memories, wanderings, then waking slowly from memories. Gasping, breathing in. The was. To hurt, your life's essence slowly flowing out of you while you float through the deep, light waters. That are strangely polluted. Watch the bubbles skerry to the surface that is brightly lit by sun. Who, you wonder? What? And remember, in the City of Jewels, your nephew...nostalgia...the scissors...honey spilled...a death...a great collection of the was into yourself... You fall back asleep again. (high high high into the clouds the First & Last grew, till it outgrew and fell...had to fall...) You wake again. And find yourself. On a beach. Of all things. A dark beach with hard sand. Sussurrating waves and sounds. Your hide burning, fur mottled. At your touch, grains of sand flow toward your paw and join you. Automatically. A wheel nearby, chalcedony mixed with onyx, turning loudly. A tune wafts on the wind, sussurrating: "Dance with me to the river with a burning violin, take me safely in, be my olive branch, be my homeward dove, dance with me..." You crawl, grains of sand scraping over your hide. You shiver, despite your fur. (an inward focus of meaning) And there it is, a figurine, pewter, sinuous, by the wheel, and it is from this that the music comes. Something makes you reach out to touch it... (CONTACT) and you fall in... leaving the beach a little more emptier. The wheel turns with a sound not unlike that of a distantly fading scribbling pen...( The faint connection falters and breaks, falling to that behind the frosted-glass feeling again... courtesy of the mks 9307-076 network Message 77 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Fri Apr 12, 2002 10:52 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings the Cheschire cat, looking slightly dishevled, saunters up to the edge of the water. He looks in at his reflection and grins, then lies down at the edge of the black pool. "twas brillig in the slithy toves, did gyre and gimble in the wabe. all mimsy were the burrowgroves and the momewrath's outgrabe." Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 >The sickly boy stands at the edge of the water. He ponders as the mist >creeps >around his feet. > >He bigins to kneel as his hand reaches to the water with all his force as >it >moves as if every molicule around it were holding it back. > >"come one" he says" just a bit further now." > >Just before he touches the water a look of sheer panic hits his face as he >quickly stands up and pulls his hand away. > >"I know I can do this" he says. > >He begins to pace and twirls his hair. Two or three times he tries to tries >to run to the water but stops right before in horror. > >"hesistation" he says, "if anything hesitation will kill me." If anyhting I >am plauged by this. > >This time he walks to the water. He walks until the tips of his shoe is in >the water. A famillier look of horror immeges again but this time he shrugs >it off as he continues to walk into the water. > >he mutters as he walks.... "I can;t get sick from this", "this will not >make >me sick, "I cannot get sick from this", "this will not make me sick" > >he mutters this until he dissapears into the water....... > >-Quid >OOC: tony > us20020034054 > > > >[Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 78 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "davew429" Date: Fri Apr 12, 2002 12:37 pm Subject: The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List Hello everyone, Just wanted to let you all know that the Official White-Wolf list is up and running. If you have not subscribed to it yet, please do so soon. You can send your requests directly to me at malkavianmod@a... Please let me know in the email that you are sub'd to the MMNsub list and would like to sub to the Official list. On a somewhat more serious note, this list will be discontinued as of May 1, 2002. As of May 1, 2002 the only Official Malkavian IC List for the Camarilla's Sanctioned games will be the Malkavian@l... list. Once again, if you have not subscribed to this list, please do so prior to May 1, 2002. OOC: David Whaley NPO# 9911-063 WW Cam# US2002021388 ACC Eternal Charade (WWFL-008) Malkavian IC List Moderator Message 79 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: MalkavianMod@a... Date: Fri Apr 12, 2002 12:21 pm Subject: The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List Hello everyone, Just wanted to let you all know that the Official White-Wolf list is up and running. If you have not subscribed to it yet, please do so soon. You can send your requests directly to me at malkavianmod@a... Please let me know in the email that you are sub'd to the MMNsub list and would like to sub to the Official list. On a somewhat more serious note, this list will be discontinued as of May 1, 2002. As of May 1, 2002 the only Official Malkavian IC List for the Camarilla's Sanctioned games will be the Malkavian@l... list. Once again, if you have not subscribed to this list, please do so prior to May 1, 2002. OOC: David Whaley NPO# 9911-063 WW Cam# US2002021388 ACC Eternal Charade (WWFL-008) Malkavian IC List Moderator Message 80 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Jennifer~ Rock" Date: Fri Apr 12, 2002 11:20 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List yes please! jenrock@h... (sarah edmund hillary bob) Love, Jennifer Rock us2002021807 "You're beginning to sound like Open Mike Night at a trailer park." Message 81 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Sat Apr 13, 2002 12:18 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List sub me pleaz! Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 Message 82 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "John Gordon" Date: Sat Apr 13, 2002 8:20 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List sub me to both please John C Gordon US2002022271 Message 83 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Thomas E. Redd" Date: Sat Apr 13, 2002 10:27 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List the mmnsub list is being deleted?? please don't, there are many of us who joined it because it was not the WW list and want a non-white wolf list to post on. maybe i was just confused while reading this email.. -tommy ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/thomas e redd jr /*/ teredd@u... /*/ icq# 264295 /**] [*Personal Web Address: http://idrainu.cjb.net/ aim# drainu*] [* "You got your big cheese, i got my hash pipe." - Weezer *] ------------------------------------------------------------- Message 84 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Thomas E. Redd" Date: Sat Apr 13, 2002 10:28 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] [OOC] The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List i'm sorry but from the beginning it was stated that this list was not an official WW list. i for one would like to still have this list to post on as a non-WW list. that is why i subscribed to it. thanx. -tommy ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/thomas e redd jr /*/ teredd@u... /*/ icq# 264295 /**] [*Personal Web Address: http://idrainu.cjb.net/ aim# drainu*] [* "You got your big cheese, i got my hash pipe." - Weezer *] ------------------------------------------------------------- Message 85 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Jason M Sharts Date: Sat Apr 13, 2002 8:17 pm Subject: Fw: Re: [MMNsub] The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List Sub me as well, please. Jason Sharts 2002022366 Casa de Los Waffles Message 86 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: M-Jarvis Date: Sat Apr 13, 2002 11:37 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] [OOC] The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List I was also under the impression that this list was not a stop-gap measure.... Megaera 2000-09-198 Message 87 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: M-Jarvis Date: Sun Apr 14, 2002 1:16 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings Marcus Kraten wrote: > the Cheschire cat, looking slightly dishevled, saunters up to the edge of > the water. He looks in at his reflection and grins, then lies down at the > edge of the black pool. > "twas brillig in the slithy toves, did gyre and gimble in the wabe. all > mimsy were the burrowgroves and the momewrath's outgrabe." > Doris appears, kneeling by the pool, her arms crossed loosely, her hands and wrists bandaged tightly, resting in her lap. She looks at the Cheschire cat and smiles: "In Spring, when woods are getting green, I'll try and tell you what I mean... I told them once, I told them twice, They would not listen to advice. I'll tell thee everything I can. A-sitting on a gate. Beware The Jabberwock, my Sun! First, the fish must be caught. That is easy, ..I look for butterflies that sleep among the meat I make them into button pies and sell them for a treat. But I was thinking of a plan To dye one's whiskers green And now, if e'er by chance I put my fingers into glue (Bring it here, let me sup!) I weep, for it reminds me so.. Of shoes, and ships, and a loaf of bread which we chiefly need..... and to once, take a walk, paw-in-paw, with a bear, "Just to keep up in Spirits. Doris unwraps the bandages, exposing her wrists and plunges them into the water. Blood clouds the water, staining it pink, red, then burgundy. +++ Doris Pandemonium aka Megaera Jarvis 2000-09-198 with apologies to Mr LC. Message 88 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Aimee Watson" Date: Sun Apr 14, 2002 1:47 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List Please sub me as well. IC: Mrs. MeLaniE Whateley OOC: Aimee S. Watson ADC Conventions - Dark Citadel Message 89 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: M-Jarvis Date: Sun Apr 14, 2002 1:46 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] Here there be dragons... wentruk wrote: > The acrid odor of burning paper wafts past... > > ...running...running... > > !!!FIRE!!! > > ...looking back...smoke....flames!!! > > ...a shadow flies from the flames...a...what the??? > Doris looks back, like Lot's wife, wondering about salt..and many things..Spring cleaning and asparagus, flowers and cold winds racing down the Gorge to loosen the cherry blossoms from the trees... She holds out her hand: A large bit of ash floats down, rocking, flitting.....it lands in her palm.. ...and disintegrates. **** Megaera Jarvis 2000-09-198 Message 90 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Thomas E. Redd" Date: Sun Apr 14, 2002 4:33 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] [OOC] The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List in reguards to the mmnsub list, and i quote: >> From: MalkavianMod@a... Date: Fri Feb 22, 2002 4:59 pm Subject: Re: [malk-ooc] Re: [MMN] From the List Moderator Ok, to answer a few questions about the new list that I set up. This list is NOT going to be used for the White Wolf club. They currently have a list set up for Malkavian and if you are planning to participate in that club, I suggest you subscribe to their list. That is, to my knowledge, the only "sanctioned" list for the WW Club. << ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/thomas e redd jr /*/ teredd@u... /*/ icq# 264295 /**] [*Personal Web Address: http://idrainu.cjb.net/ aim# drainu*] [* "You got your big cheese, i got my hash pipe." - Weezer *] ------------------------------------------------------------- Message 91 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Joshua DeVaney" Date: Sun Apr 14, 2002 7:43 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List Please subscribe me to the White Wolf's Malkavian lists please. Thank you, Josh DeVaney US2002022505 Message 92 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Rick Munden Date: Sun Apr 14, 2002 10:44 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List Does WW have issues with the use of YahooGroups for a regular list for Camarilla Malkavians? We have been using the list for quite some time now, since well before the changeover to WW, and unless WW intends to allow Malks another IC list, I'd prefer it be kept around. ===== OOC: Rick Munden US2002021219 AIM: TheKithless ICQ: 2557444 ------------------------------------------------ [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 94 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Barbara Mertz Date: Mon Apr 15, 2002 3:31 am Subject: Re: [Malkavian] - A Crescent Moon and a Clan Head ::A mime paces on a wooden stage. She paces back and forth, ranting, muttering, but like a proper mime does not speak. The words instead come to your mind a few seconds afterwards, like a soundtrack off synch or a bad kung fu film dubbing. "Oathsworn! Jesus Christ in a conch shell...!" She waves her hands, and a film is projected onto a back wall. It is some kind of ceremony--drums, a bonfire, farm animals, people dancing. A brown skinned woman emerges to the forefront, eyes wide and unseeing, gyrating in ways that shouldn't be humanly possible.* "Why? Why, why, why why?" She gives a long, weary, cynical sigh. "Oh well. Hopefully the world won't end this year. I've known some other people who took that so-called Oath and are still okay people." Another sigh. "' Some are more equal than others.' Hey, maybe the world will never end. Maybe." There is the slightest vein of fear, like an employee who just mentioned the boss' hairpiece.:: *(Those with the appropriate lores will recognize a Santerian ceremony designed to call down the gods.) -- Barbara Mertz US2002021791 (was 2000-01-106) House of the Silver Crescent, CA-016 ----------------and Clarice to Anthony's Hannibal OOC: Cheri Eva Quinn-Maroon, Malkavian *Acknowledged**Feared**Well-Connected**Revered* ---Unwise--- Dancing Mary, Brujah *Acknowledged**Beloved* Jani Ziff, Nosferatu *Acknowledged**Respected* Message 95 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Mon Apr 15, 2002 11:14 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings Cheschire removes her hands from the pool and carefully re-applies the bandages. "this is Cassius' pool." he states while applying them "he'll have our heads if you make him angry. Come this way." with that he walks off into a forest that appears at the edge of the pond. Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 Message 96 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Ambium@c... Date: Mon Apr 15, 2002 5:54 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List sub me please -tony grant us2002034054 [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 97 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: MalkavElmo@a... Date: Tue Apr 16, 2002 1:30 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings The snake flicks up and consumes the boy, Quid, whole, dragging him to the bottom, flicking a look at cheshire before he goes. Cassius OOC: Jim US2002021043 Message 98 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Richard Forguson" Date: Tue Apr 16, 2002 3:05 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] diablerie run rampant The wind whips at ones heels here, kicking the gravel and mud up to cake weather worn boots with a soft layer of protection. The ground pulls at you, trying to suck you in. what to do? The moon shines blood red at high noon next to a shadowed black sun. The red star has fallen, what does it mean? "The temple has fallen at Gideons feet." Mutters the wind. "I seek the page to answer." It finishes, "well go and find it then! I do not care!" Roars the sun. The shadowed noon grows thick with the blood of it's brother and father. The air fails and the grass begins to die. A single city stands alone. Twelve fools fall before the feet of the one they miscounted, "But who!?!" ask the wind, he knows. OOC Richard Forguson, 2001-08-022 [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 99 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Donald S Sheldon Date: Tue Apr 16, 2002 5:43 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List On Sun, 14 Apr 2002, Rick Munden wrote: > Does WW have issues with the use of YahooGroups for a regular list for > Camarilla Malkavians? We have been using the list for quite some time > now, since well before the changeover to WW, and unless WW intends to > allow Malks another IC list, I'd prefer it be kept around. Rick, isn't this the list that your character has been compiling ICly? What could possibly be wrong with it? Or are you talking about something else entirely and leaving me very confused... -Donald Sheldon Cam:9806-070 US2002022644 AIM:MannyMalk AGSA:Malkavian Web Presence http://www.voiceofmadness.com ADST:Influence Steel Shadows http://www.steelshadows.com Message 100 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Rick Munden Date: Tue Apr 16, 2002 8:07 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List > Rick, isn't this the list that your character has > been compiling ICly? Uhh...yes? > What could possibly be wrong with it? I dunno. That's why I asked. :) > Or are you talking about something > else entirely and leaving me very confused... I think we're both confused now... ===== OOC: Rick Munden US2002021219 AIM: TheKithless ICQ: 2557444 Message 101 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: M-Jarvis Date: Wed Apr 17, 2002 3:34 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings Marcus Kraten wrote: > Cheschire removes her hands from the pool and carefully re-applies the > bandages. > "this is Cassius' pool." he states while applying them "he'll have our heads > if you make him angry. Come this way." > with that he walks off into a forest that appears at the edge of the pond. Doris takes the Cheschire's hand, following along into the darkeness of the trees. "He is no stranger to my blood. She walks with him a bit... Just don't ask him for his autograph." *** Doris Megaera J 2002022291 Message 102 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Barbara Mertz Date: Wed Apr 17, 2002 4:24 am Subject: The fun in funeral ::A fat dead woman in a black dress, hat and veil stands in a cemetary, head bowed. She sees another woman walk up to her, a cat-headed woman. She's not quite sure what to make of the new arrival and is careful not to stand too close. Head still bowed, she looks over...and smiles. She whispers conspiratorially, gleefully, "It's a trend. It's a trend. People everywhere will wonder what we're up to." She hops around, forgetting the solemnity of the occasion for a moment. Then like a scolded child she chokes down her merriment and stands seriously again. "Besides, it's a good, humane thing to do. Mourning is healthy." She watches the cat-headed woman carefully for a reaction, hoping she hasn't stepped on toes. "Besides, some of the ghosts like that." She walks away a few steps and watches a memory of herself dancing on a gravestone, in spikey heels, and a black dress adorned in colored scarves.:: -- Barbara Mertz US2002021791 (was 2000-01-106) House of the Silver Crescent, CA-016 ----------------and Clarice to Anthony's Hannibal OOC: Cheri Eva Quinn-Maroon, Malkavian *Acknowledged**Feared**Well-Connected**Revered* ---Unwise--- Dancing Mary, Brujah *Acknowledged**Beloved* Jani Ziff, Nosferatu *Acknowledged**Respected* Message 103 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Thomas E. Redd" Date: Wed Apr 17, 2002 4:21 pm Subject: never forgotten, and will not ||*strange.. things never change.. only repeating patterns of static and darkness.. peace is an image created by the fae to trick and teach.. a lesson all will learn..|| ||*static darkness.. fading violins and a cello playing gently, in a soft and fluid manner.. broken glass, whisping paper, rushes of air..|| >>The wall fades again as Muse, Marlon, Paloma, and Steven are enveloped by a red tide. They tumble together in the thick miasma. It pulses with a heartbeat and overwhelms with all the ecstasy of the Kiss. You're drowning in someone's eyes but the blood haze is blinding, erotic, compelling. Was that pain? Does it matter? It continues: penetrating, intimate, overwhelming, gentle, concerned, passionate, powerful.<< *you hear the sounds of a crowd.. dark, sweaty, familiar.. over the crowd you hear foo fighters playing something live.. the energy.. *steven drifts in, out, tumbles, rolls, arms wide, through the blood as his own, against the undercurrent, feeling the weight between the darkness, the blood, and of the crowd holding him up as if caught in the serf.. and drifts back into the shadows.. *the violet-eyed girl begins to radiate a faint white shimmer, the new surface begins to reflect the images of so many.. the ashes around her begin to float and drift to the shimmering surface.. as the girl's new shiny surface begins to be covered, the ash begins changing shape and color from white to grey to rust red and takes the shape of a sleeping fox.. *steven stops directly in front of two parents taking the picture of their kid with micky mouse waving at the camera and turns.. *in the darkness of the enveloping fowl that fill the skyline, you see tiny reflections of light.. they sprinkle over the chapel, soon covering it in a warm glow like a cool rain on a hot sunday afternoon.. *three notes sound through the reciever.. "We're sorry. if you would like to make a call, please hang up and try again. if you would like to spe.." *you hear the music of your family.. soft, quiet.. subtle and direct.. a violin floats through the waves.. riding them as if the ocean of emotions and fears and dreams were it's home.. *cough* *i have my own, but not of my creator's creator.. *a black-cloaked figure rises out of the long open tide.. *cough* *you look inside to see a black-cloaked figure huddled over the piano's keys, playing softly.. the shards in the mirror change colors and begin to shift and break apart, as if looking through a kaleidascope.. *you see the small malkavian shrug and pull out a stake, thowing it into the inky one's chest.. *the crowd roars, pushing each other, loudly proclaiming their anger, pushing for the chance to give their name.. >>Serve your clan, serve yourself.<< *some time later you find yourself at the table.. the well-dressed man at the table winks and hands you a quill.. you look for an empty space on the over-filled sheet.. *the cloaked figure stands, dwarfed by his axe and sheild.. he sets the shield down, holds the axe at his side.. with his free hand he now pulls down the hood, revealing a floppy hat with pins on it, and the wires of head-phones dangling beneathe.. >>You wield on your fangs "blood of ages"? Know this! Some never knew mercy. What Muse suffers WAS our existance.<< the distorted voice, "No, Artemis. what muse suffered, suffers, has suffered is the fault of our failure. we must not choose to sit by while our clan is slaughtered like pigs for the feast of hethens. we know the truth, it is a pity they are unable to handle it. for this, and them, they will die." *picture of the abandoned warehouse, with elizabeth standing next to the river access* the distorted voice, "it has to stop now.." >>Walk with Him, my children."<< the distorted voice, "what would you know, traitor of our blood.. traitor of our clan.. you hide behind the force of a name, and the will of princes.. he did nothing to you.. he harmed no one.. he fought for your name, the name you hide behind.. yet you brush it off like trash, because you have a name and now he does not.." *a little puerto rican kid sits on the edge of a river.. he speaks "what's that, father?" a small, thin, man covered all in black responds, "that is the River, childe.. welcome to the fold." *the piano stops.. >>"WE WROTE IT!!!!<< *like a fading scribbling pen.. like a train on broken tracks.. a broken machine, torn lips, black feathers, rainbow pot o' gold.. */father?/ "it's alright." *the red light-saber goes out and darkness consumes.. "it's alright." ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/thomas e redd jr /*/ teredd@u... /*/ icq# 264295 /**] [*Personal Web Address: http://idrainu.cjb.net/ aim# drainu*] [* "You got your big cheese, i got my hash pipe." - Weezer *] ------------------------------------------------------------- Message 104 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Donald S Sheldon Date: Wed Apr 17, 2002 9:25 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The Official White-Wolf Malkavian List On Tue, 16 Apr 2002, Rick Munden wrote: > > Rick, isn't this the list that your character has > > been compiling ICly? > > Uhh...yes? > > > What could possibly be wrong with it? > > I dunno. That's why I asked. :) There should be no issue maintaining your ICly generated list as a yahoogroup. As long as it stays with its premise of only being spread in character (which means no posting oocly trying to get people to join) it should be AOK. btw: how many subscribers are you up to now? -Donald Sheldon Cam:9806-070 US2002022644 AIM:MannyMalk AGSA:Malkavian Web Presence http://www.voiceofmadness.com ADST:Influence Steel Shadows http://www.steelshadows.com Message 105 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Oubliette Date: Wed Apr 17, 2002 3:04 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The fun in funeral >She walks away a few steps and watches a memory of herself dancing on a >gravestone, in spikey heels, and a black dress adorned in colored >scarves.:: A black cat sits on a nearby tombstone, watching the vaudeville dancer. It ponders for a moment as the beatnik's memory dances, and then begins to carefully wash a single paw as its rumbling purr sounds through the hollow echoes of the cemetary. Oubliette, Elder Dark of the Moon Malkavian Clan Second: America Primogen of the Moon, Los Angeles -------------------------------------- Ree 9803.186/02.02.1444 Howl, howl, howl - oh, you are men of stone! Had I but breath enough, I'd cry so Heaven's vaults should crack! Message 106 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Nicholas Burden" Date: Thu Apr 18, 2002 12:17 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The fun in funeral A dark man strides across the cemetary and shakes his head sadly. He smiles at the implacable cat and begins to pet it gently as low piano notes dance over the empty space of night. Leaning down, he whispers to the cat, 'See you soon, milady...' dust rises and conceals the scene (from the mind of Dante) /ooc Nicholas Burden US2002022132 200103060 "Phoenix from Ashes" My friends will follow me anywhere... but only out of a sense of morbid curiosity. Message 107 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Barbara Mertz Date: Thu Apr 18, 2002 3:50 am Subject: Feedback ::The beatnik stands on the wooden stage, microphone in hand. She talks into it, making no sound. If you read her lips you find she's not saying anything at all, just scat. Then with a toothy manic smile, she leans over towards the speaker. The microphone next to the speaker creates feedback noise, that high screechy sound that gets progressively louder. From that sound emerges words, quotes from various movies, some of which were never really made: the voice of Willem Dafoe: "...rid the world of this Spider-man and his influence..." from the background track of The Crow: "I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you..." from Hardware, in a too-calm voice: "No flesh shall be spared, but for the elect..." from Bela Lugosi, from an Ed Wood movie: "...create a race of Atomic Supermen...Pull the strings! Pull the strings!" from Leaving Las Vegas: (female) Maybe you shouldn't drink so much. (Nick Cage) Maybe I shouldn't breathe so much either. from The Downward Spiral: "everything's blue. in this world. the deepest shade of mushroom blue. all fuzzy. spilling out of my head." from various other movies, albums, real and completely imagined the quotes spill out, overlapping each other, until finally they devolve into scat: "be-bop sh-do sh-bippity wow wow wow..." -- Barbara Mertz US2002021791 (was 2000-01-106) House of the Silver Crescent, CA-016 ----------------and Clarice to Anthony's Hannibal OOC: Cheri Eva Quinn-Maroon, Malkavian *Acknowledged**Feared**Well-Connected**Revered* ---Unwise--- Dancing Mary, Brujah *Acknowledged**Beloved* Jani Ziff, Nosferatu *Acknowledged**Respected* Message 108 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Wed Apr 17, 2002 11:06 am Subject: 2 more portriats oops, forgot 2 of the portraits in the hallway. there is also a girl in a widows dress w/ a black kitten, and a girl in pink. Cheschire regaurding my last post M. Kraten US2002021766 Message 109 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Oubliette Date: Thu Apr 18, 2002 4:23 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The fun in funeral The cat ducks under the man's hand, hating to be touched, and regards him with a cool, yet not unfriendly gaze as it vanishes into the night. Oubliette, Elder Dark of the Moon Malkavian Clan Second: America Primogen of the Moon, Los Angeles -------------------------------------- Ree 9803.186/02.02.1444 Howl, howl, howl - oh, you are men of stone! Had I but breath enough, I'd cry so Heaven's vaults should crack! Message 110 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Wed Apr 17, 2002 11:00 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings As you pass through the forest, you see many strange things: Alice sits on a toadstool staring at her reflection in a large knife, "do cats eat bats?" she mutters. and alternatively,"do bats eat cats?" The cat looks over at her. "yes. and I most certainly hope not." She looks up at him from the knife. "curiouser and curiouser." she states, smiling and waving to Doris. as you continue on, you run across a long table at the end of which sits a small girl wearing a large top hat who is arguing, very one sidedly, with a sleeping doormouse who is sticking halfway out of a teapot. as you get closer, you see that the doormouse is not asleep, but in fact, dead. Cheschire nudges Doris "that's the Hatter's daughter, he's passed on you see. don't drink the tea." he presses on grinning at the girl as he passes. she waves to him without looking up from her argument with the dead mouse. eventualy you reach a clearing with a small house in the center. the door opens as Doris and Cheschire near it, seemingly by itself. inside is a long hallway that looks far to long to have been contained in such a small house. lining the hallway are portraits. (those with an :X: after the name are marked with a small red x in the bottm corner of the painting) there is Alice, The Hatter's Daughter, the Mad Hatter :X:, the March Hare (this portrait has a large claw slash that reaches from corner to corner), a black snake, a sickly looking boy, a woman in a red dress :X:, the Doormouse :X:, a wild eyed man in a pirate shirt :X:, a graceful looking black cat, an empty frame (the edges look as if the painting was torn out), Cheschire himself, and lastly Doris. Cheschire stops beside Doris' painting and grins. "this is my latest, you like?" then he leads Doris through the door and into a huge room with furniture 1,000 times it's normal size. in the center of the room sits a normal sized table with normal sized chairs and 2 cups of steaming tea. Cheschire pulls out a chair for Doris and then seats himself in the other. "Welcome to my abode." he says grining. Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 Message 111 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Nicholas Burden" Date: Fri Apr 19, 2002 2:38 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The fun in funeral The man grins roguishly and winks at the cat. He then pulls out a piece of paper and proceeds to draw a snake and a cat on it, dropping it on the place the cat was sitting. "Gotta love the family...." He ponders the snake in it's pool of water. "If I may be so bold as to inquire, my metallicly inclined clanmate, what new wisdom has the city by the bay brought you lately?" Leaving the question floating in the air, the man saunters off, muttering, "Inner child? Inner animal is more like it." (from the mind of Dante) /ooc Nicholas Burden US2002022132 200103060 "Phoenix from Ashes" My friends will follow me anywhere... but only out of a sense of morbid curiosity. Message 112 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: MalkavElmo@a... Date: Fri Apr 19, 2002 4:49 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The fun in funeral "Who are you?" Raises a boney ridge over his eye. OOC: Jim US2002021043 Message 113 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Alex Pogue" Date: Fri Apr 19, 2002 3:35 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings *there is a faint stirring in the darkness as something shakes off the sleep and sits up, watching the cat from the shadows* Called Spook Pawn of Nothing Fool of Everything ==== Alex Pogue us20002035123 Message 114 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Ambium@c... Date: Sat Apr 20, 2002 1:58 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings A sickly boy sits in the middle of a murky pond on a stone just large enough for him to sit indian style. He puts a cup of hot coffee in an immaculatley clean glass down on the rock. "Cheschire ? Cheschire are you out there"? As he finishes the speaking he begins to scan the area around the pond. -Quid OOC: -tony us2002034054 [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 115 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Dubhradh Date: Sat Apr 20, 2002 12:06 pm Subject: Meatballs ~A thick dial tone makes its way across the network, oozing along like a trail of some viscous liquid. If you follow it back to its source, you find a bright red rotary telephone, one that would look comfortably at home in a Charlie Chaplin film. A gaunt hand, with barbed wire wrapped around its wrist, clutches the receiver. After a moment, a young man speaks.~ "Uh...yeah...Ben? You out there, man? This is...Michael. Yeah...so...Lillith and I were wondering...uh...you know, from Saturday night? The...uh...Italian food sucked, hey?" ~Girlish laughter echoes for a moment. The young man blows out a long breath, as if trying to calm himself down.~ "So...anyway...we just wanted to know if the...uh...meatballs...got any spicier after we left. Yeah. So let us know if it's all okay. Uh...that's it, I think. So...Tchuss." ~The receiver is slammed into its hook with quite a bit more force than is really necessary. The phone shatters apart like crystal, scattering away in thousands of pieces.~ ~A little girl's voice [recognizeable as Lillith to any that know her] whispers "Uh oh..."~ ----- Michael Rath (OOC: Rachael Acks US2002034417 & all around Fire Geek) ===== "Sex isn't like candy, you don't hand it out to whiney little boys who won't shut the hell up.- Rachael Acks" Keeley CC and ACST Theatre Magique CO013 was 2001-05213 is US2001022368 Myu and Seimei's poor typist Keeper of Katsu no Miko's Wufei MnM (Mikagami no Miko) ICQ# 64509645 (feel free to contact me) Message 116 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Nicholas Burden" Date: Sat Apr 20, 2002 4:26 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The fun in funeral *The man smiles down on the snake* "Dante, whip of our clan here in LA. We met at the gathering prior to winter court..." *The man bows to the snake, and grins* As I recall, our first interaction was you chastising me for walking around under obfuscate. *he then steps back and waits for a response* /ooc Nicholas Burden US2002022132 200103060 "Phoenix from Ashes" My friends will follow me anywhere... but only out of a sense of morbid curiosity. ----Original Message Follows---- From: MalkavElmo@a... Reply-To: mmnsub@yahoogroups.com To: mmnsub@yahoogroups.com Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The fun in funeral Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2002 17:49:22 EDT "Who are you?" Raises a boney ridge over his eye. OOC: Jim US2002021043 /ooc Nicholas Burden US2002022132 200103060 "Phoenix from Ashes" My friends will follow me anywhere... but only out of a sense of morbid curiosity. Message 117 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Oubliette Date: Sat Apr 20, 2002 5:16 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings A black cat snarls, prowling under a crescent moon... "I'm afraid you'll have to be clearer, dear. There are four Malkavians named Cheshire on this list, and I've known three more other than that. Which one were you looking for?" Oubliette, Elder Dark of the Moon Malkavian Clan Second: America Primogen of the Moon, Los Angeles -------------------------------------- Ree 9803.186/02.02.1444 Howl, howl, howl - oh, you are men of stone! Had I but breath enough, I'd cry so Heaven's vaults should crack! Message 118 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Ambium@c... Date: Sun Apr 21, 2002 2:47 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings The sickly boy scratches his head...... "oh dear, I did not know" He looks around again. "I think he will show. He knows who he is, at least I hope" The sickly boy coughs up blood and shuffles a bit. -Quid us2002034054 [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 119 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: MalkavElmo@a... Date: Sun Apr 21, 2002 3:20 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The fun in funeral "I sssssseeee..... yeesssss.... A lesssssson well learned I do hope. If you underssssstand what is being taught. Whip are you now?" Cants his head to the black cat then back after a moment. "Yesssss..." Cassius OOC: Jim US2002021043 Message 120 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Nicholas Burden" Date: Mon Apr 22, 2002 3:02 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] The fun in funeral *the man ponders over this* Many lessons are to be learned in the nights of my unlife... *visions of a cat warning a curious mouse away from a piece of poisoned cheese* But guidance can now be understood. *a river of knowledge floods past... visions of the reality shaping powers of the Ravnos, the intrigue of the Court of the City of Angels, and the cat smiling as the mice brings back choice bits of cheese* What new lessons of Dharma and the cycle are you willing to share? *The man ponders for a second waiting... then another thought strikes him* *a mouse runs up to the cat with a few big pieces of cheese, then stands outside the cat's reach waiting for acknowledgement* Milady, if you wish to know, just ask. I cannot store it all up for too long without feeling like exploding. (from the mind of Dante) /ooc Nicholas Burden US2002022132 200103060 "Phoenix from Ashes" My friends will follow me anywhere... but only out of a sense of morbid curiosity. Message 121 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Mon Apr 22, 2002 10:31 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings The cat fades into view, methodicaly swishing his tail. "yes Quid, I'm here. I'm always here, somewhere." he waits at the edge of the pond. Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 Message 122 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Mon Apr 22, 2002 10:44 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings A grin appears near the black cat. "Really, I would like to meet these...imposters.oh please, do introduce me." as the rest of the cat appears he continues, smoldering hatred in his eyes. "come out, come out wherever you are little ones. I'll try to be quick." he tuns to the black cat and bows respectfully with his front legs. "m'lady, I believe he calls for me. Cheschire of Modesto, the one, true, Cheschire." Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 Message 123 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Doris Pandemonium" Date: Mon Apr 22, 2002 1:13 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings >From: "Marcus Kraten" > >A grin appears near the black cat. >"come out, come out wherever you are little ones. I'll try to be quick." Doris looks at the cats... Leaves a dish of tea for Cheschire and a deep orange tulip for the black cat.. Sits under a tree to embroider pillows... pulls out a cell phone and waits. *** Megaera Jarvis Doris P US200200#onfile Message 124 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Thomas E. Redd" Date: Mon Apr 22, 2002 4:37 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings *thoughts.. whipsers.. "Malkovich?" ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/thomas e redd jr /*/ teredd@u... /*/ icq# 264295 /**] [*Personal Web Address: http://idrainu.cjb.net/ aim# drainu*] [* "You got your big cheese, i got my hash pipe." - Weezer *] ------------------------------------------------------------- Message 125 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Tygger Date: Mon Apr 22, 2002 8:36 pm Subject: musings ***a park bench fades into view and a woman sits upon it in a grey suit. She writes on a paper , as you look over her shoulder you can read.......*** Oubliette, Quid..... please make contact......... ***those of you who know you have seen Mariah Ramzee.*** ******************* Yvonne Hamilton 2002022197 [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 126 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Ambium@c... Date: Mon Apr 22, 2002 11:08 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings Quid smiles as he se's the teth of a familliar cat.... He stands on the rock in the middle of the pond and coughs.... "It seems I will be staying here a while...um.... on this rock. But I will still representing our family in the city caos." He then looks out into the mist and see's the woman in the grey suit.... "Look friend it seems we have company" He begins to cough blood then speaks..... "Good evening Ms. Ramzee... it's good to see you. -Quid "You and me.... are the desiese..... and the germs are spreading" OOC: tony us2002034054 [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 127 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Wed Apr 24, 2002 10:59 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] musings A dark shape begins to form behind Ramzee on the back of the bench. slowly, silently, the Cheschire Cat appears ungrinning, black hatred in his eyes. slowly he leans in behind her until his mouth in next to her ear. Through clenched, pointed teeth he growls: "It has been long since you've shown your face March Hare. not nearly long enough. it was you who brough on a holocaust against our clan in Modesto. My brothers and sisters fell one after another, because of you. don't think that I have forgotten, their deaths are still fresh in my thoughts. your time will come Ramzee. mark my words, YOUR...TIME...WILL...COME." with that he fades back from whence he came. Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 Message 128 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: MalkavsNyx@a... Date: Thu Apr 25, 2002 9:19 am Subject: somewhere :: The scene fades from black to light. You see a figure of a half woman half bird (with scars on her body) sitting talking to a very large rat with a huge healing wound on its side. The rat seem to be talking to the birdwoman. You realize that the bird woman is the one who is the malkavian::: Rat: "Be careful my dear, Spagetti is out to get you. I will send someone to help you." Bird woman: "Thank you my precious rat I have heard the same from others I will be careful." :::With that the rat leaves. Next you see the birdwoman talking to a man in a large ten gallon coyboy hat (If you have seen the simpsons he looks like the character Troy McClure):::: Birdwoman: "Sir we must keep an eye on Spagetti and the other Spagetties. The other angry dogs don't like them. The angry dogs dont like the Spagetti dogs because they feel they are taking over.":: she turns and looks at you and says::" no they are not the children of a dead god, the eaters of the dead" :: she turns back to the man in the hat:: "I have a really bad feeling about the lead dog Spagetti" Man in hat: "I have it all in hand I know what he is up to. Do as you feel in regards to his status" :the whole seen fades to black:: IC:Eris Nyx *Acknowledged, Influential* OCC:Crystal Remy US2002034713 Message 129 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Tygger Date: Thu Apr 25, 2002 4:19 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] musings **Lafter is heard by Mariah as she sit with the cartooned man.** Your ideas are lies my dear clan mate. It was the Dr who set the Fire. It was I am Empusias that saved Never. I show my face more than you know. Everyone's time must come. Some sooner than others. My time is not scheduled for the near future. I am certain. Perhaps you should have tea with me some time my pet. Perhaps we can iron out a few of your misunderstood troubles. *************** Mariah Ramzee Yvonne Hamilton 2002022197 Message 130 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Dubhradh Date: Thu Apr 25, 2002 5:56 pm Subject: Poem for a Tree (ooc: Posting this for another Malkavian) --- A gaunt young man wearing bracelets and a crown of barbed wire lounges beneath a tree in a large meadow. His face is blackened and his clothing is burned and torn, as if he were recently caught in a large explosion. The tree he sits on him is barely clinging to life; it is brown and dry, with only a green leaf clinging here and there. Above him, the sky is bright blue with a few scudding clouds, though there is no sun. "I dreamed a poem for you last night," he says, looking up at the tree. "Want to hear it?" The tree's branches wave gently, though there is no wind. "Okay. Here it is..." He closes his eyes and recites: 'Seven crystal feathers All in a faery ring Floating 'cross the soiled brow Of the man who would be kind As the Emerald Lady dances Through the mirrors that she breathes The fallen dragons dive and play In the bright star-shattered seas.' When he is finished, the tree rustles appreciatively. "Thanks," the man says, "I thought it was a pretty dream." The branches wave again. "Oh yeah? Same to you," he flips a one-fingered salute up at the tree, smiling. "Why don't *YOU* try getting blown up sometime and see how much *YOU* like it..." ----- Michael Rath (OOC: Rachael Acks US2002034417 & all around Fire Geek) A voice comes from high in the tree above him, a small girl in an oversized widow's dress and bright rainbow barrettes clings to one of the branches and scowls down at the young man. A black kitten pertches on another branch beside her. "Well if you hadn't been playing with dynamite, you wouldn't have gotten burned." She sticks out her tongue at him, then grins. "But it's still a pretty poem." (those who know Lillith Rath's mind will recognize where this part of the post came from) ===== "Sex isn't like candy, you don't hand it out to whiney little boys who won't shut the hell up.- Rachael Acks" Keeley CC and ACST Theatre Magique CO013 was 2001-05213 is US2001022368 Myu and Seimei's poor typist Keeper of Katsu no Miko's Wufei MnM (Mikagami no Miko) ICQ# 64509645 (feel free to contact me) Message 131 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Ambium@c... Date: Thu Apr 25, 2002 6:11 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] musings The sickly boy peers up at the sound of the name..... "Never was never saved" He coughs..... "and now Never is never coming back" The sickly boy wipes the blood from his mouth as he stands..... "And you Mrs. Ramzee.... let us talk of your troubles first. How may I help you?" With that he waits for a reply.... -Quid OOC: tony us2002034054 [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 132 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Tygger Date: Fri Apr 26, 2002 3:52 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] musings "Saved From the Fire dear Quid. Long ago. Not his current troubles. Never was in many troubles I understand." "what is that on your face Quid dear? I do hope you are alright. Is there anything I can do to help?" **she looks around for Quids voice** Mariah Ramzee Yvonne Hamilton 2002022197 Message 133 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Ambium@c... Date: Fri Apr 26, 2002 6:29 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] musings "It has been long since you had your presence at one of our gatherings." "may I ask why Mrs. Ramzee?" Quid sits back down on the rock in the pond.... -Quid [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 134 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "quidbert" Date: Mon Apr 29, 2002 12:51 am Subject: Changes A sickly boy appears on a rock just big enough for him to sit indian style on..... He lays his hands out with his palms facing up and a keyboard materializes in front of him.... He begins to type at a quick pace.... "Last night I found a millipede on the floor of the place I am staying at. This caused me to take a trip of discovery with myself." "You see to me this is different because it being a creture that crawls in mud and muck... one that carries desiese.... It is my antithisis... thouhg I had not the heart to kill it." "Instead I picked it up with toilet paper and placed it outside. This made me think:" "We are all creatures of doom..... We have no pourpase but to leech of everything we walk on..... We leach off the people for our food... we leach off their houses to live in.... We leach off theier ecomony and we bond them to do our will.... Punishing them for doing nothing wrong we take them from thier pourpase and make them do the will of our.... wich is nothing." "I build a wall around myself... a wall to protect myself or a wall to protect others. It is the same either way. I spend thease nights pretending I an human when I am really a monster.... or the other way around." "In the end we all die the same way. We all die from violence as violence rules us all. Without purpouse we strive to destroy... I feel guilt for thease reasons" "I am a creature of more than human power but I can not understand why this creature.... A small peice of nothing... has such an influence over my life." "I have watched a city burn in flame, I have watched people die and be diablorized yet I cannot destroy a simple bug. A creature with no thought process who is only a series of reactions. This baffles me so." The keyboard dissipates..... "I must be delierius" The sickly boy quikly trues to check his tempeture. "This is all happeneing so fast." -Quid OOC: tony us2002034054 Message 135 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "quidbert" Date: Mon Apr 29, 2002 12:52 am Subject: Changes A sickly boy appears on a rock just big enough for him to sit indian style on..... He lays his hands out with his palms facing up and a keyboard materializes in front of him.... He begins to type at a quick pace.... "Last night I found a millipede on the floor of the place I am staying at. This caused me to take a trip of discovery with myself." "You see to me this is different because it being a creture that crawls in mud and muck... one that carries desiese.... It is my antithisis... thouhg I had not the heart to kill it." "Instead I picked it up with toilet paper and placed it outside. This made me think:" "We are all creatures of doom..... We have no pourpase but to leech of everything we walk on..... We leach off the people for our food... we leach off their houses to live in.... We leach off theier ecomony and we bond them to do our will.... Punishing them for doing nothing wrong we take them from thier pourpase and make them do the will of our.... wich is nothing." "I build a wall around myself... a wall to protect myself or a wall to protect others. It is the same either way. I spend thease nights pretending I an human when I am really a monster.... or the other way around." "In the end we all die the same way. We all die from violence as violence rules us all. Without purpouse we strive to destroy... I feel guilt for thease reasons" "I am a creature of more than human power but I can not understand why this creature.... A small peice of nothing... has such an influence over my life." "I have watched a city burn in flame, I have watched people die and be diablorized yet I cannot destroy a simple bug. A creature with no thought process who is only a series of reactions. This baffles me so." The keyboard dissipates..... "I must be delierius" The sickly boy quikly trues to check his tempeture. "This is all happeneing so fast." -Quid OOC: tony us2002034054