Message 148 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Wed May 1, 2002 10:17 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] Seeking Knowledge A large grin appears on the File cabinette Jack Murphy is searching through. as the grin speaks, the rest of the Cheschire Cat appears. "Is what 'Just fairy tales for Vampires.'? my friend, you aren't making sense. Are you new to all this? exactly what knowledge is it you seek?" the cat sits and waits for reply, his tail swishing back and forth. Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 `But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' :Lewis Carol Message 149 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Ryan Mulderig Date: Wed May 1, 2002 10:26 am Subject: Re: Re: [MMNsub] Seeking Knowledge > A large grin appears on the File cabinette Jack Murphy is searching through. > as the grin speaks, the rest of the Cheschire Cat appears. > "Is what 'Just fairy tales for Vampires.'? my friend, you aren't making > sense. Are you new to all this? exactly what knowledge is it you seek?" > the cat sits and waits for reply, his tail swishing back and forth. The cat does not seem to faze Jack at all, he simply looks down and address the cat. In some respect I am new to this, in some respect I am not. I am seeking old knowledge, deep knowledge, perhaps more than a neonate such as myself should look for, but there are things I feel I must understand. I seek both to understand the nature of the creatures that we are, and to also understand the roots of the Camarialla. One is something of a personal quest, the other is to come to a stronger understanding of the oath I have sworn. I seem to have moved past that I can find in the archives, even in such a considerable collection as the Pharos Project. I suspect to learn any more that I will have to find a teacher. Are you such or do you know of such? OOC: Ryan Mulderig US2002-02-2566 Message 150 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Wed May 1, 2002 10:25 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] Changes Cheschire takes the tea and thanks Doris. then looks to Quid. "what is it you need my friend, you called out to me." Cheschire sits patiently, sipping tea, waiting at the edge of the pond. Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 `But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' :Lewis Carol Message 151 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Wed May 1, 2002 10:40 am Subject: Re: Re: [MMNsub] Seeking Knowledge The cat grins. "I know some, and I'm learning more every night." his grin widens further. "it is possible I can not teach you, if so, try asking Sir Cassius or Lady Oubliet. they know far more than I. though... they may want a favor in return." He grins off into the shadows and bows as if someone is there. "and a favor is a good thing to own. I should know, I have collected many." OOC: Kindred Lore: 2, Camarilla Lore: 2 if you have lower, he will teach you Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 `But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' :Lewis Carol Message 152 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Ryan Mulderig Date: Wed May 1, 2002 11:11 am Subject: Re: Re: [MMNsub] Seeking Knowledge Jack once again looks to the cat. Hmm, somehow I feel I may have already learned more that you. Perhaps even in this case the student could be the teacher. I have met Oubliet. I already owe her more than I can ever repay. This does not mean that I would not owe more to learn more. Cassius I do not have the fortune to know. Perhaps that can change. > OOC: Kindred Lore: 2, Camarilla Lore: 2 > if you have lower, he will teach you Umm, nope :-) But Jack might be willing to teach. Ryan Mulderig US2002-02-2566 Message 153 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Judith Conly" Date: Wed May 1, 2002 11:31 am Subject: RE: Re: Re: [MMNsub] Seeking Knowledge Eyes open shyly, green eyes, one with a brown dot in it, and a soft, translucent gold-sheened black voice whispers, "I might be able to help... Ilsabet taught me right before she ashed herself." Brown eyelashes fall off into the eyes, spelling out a phone number (ooc jrconly@i...), before the eyes close with the discomfort of all those lashes in them. OOC Those who know Lethe's eyes/voice/mind will recognize her. Contact me privately for lore levels. Judith Conly US2002-02-2597 And all that jazz... Message 154 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Wed May 1, 2002 12:32 pm Subject: Re: Re: [MMNsub] Seeking Knowledge The cat sighs. "hmm, I thought you might already know." He looks up with a twinkle in his eye. "but, I am always in search of new information. er... if you would be so gracious." The cat grins wider than ever, and then looks out to the shadows. "I seek... to learn more of my clan above all else. if any would take me under their tutilage, I would be happy to repay them." Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 `But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' :Lewis Carol Message 155 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Ryan Mulderig Date: Wed May 1, 2002 2:33 pm Subject: Re: Re: [MMNsub] Seeking Knowledge Jack looks to the cat once again. Feel free to visit my club where we can chat. I am primogen, so visiting should not be a big deal. If you prefer, I also do email . I know some about the clan, and have another with me who knows a lot. OOC: Ryan Mulderig, US2002-02-2566 Message 156 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Thomas E. Redd" Date: Wed May 1, 2002 3:23 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] [Malkavian] ...Much Anxiety in the Autobahn Society... >>"Tremere...hate...freaking...Giovanni...new...oye..."<< *a thought filters through from nowhere in particular.. "at least the tremere hate you to your faces, the giovanni try to hide it until they are hungry enough.." ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/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 157 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Ambium@c... Date: Wed May 1, 2002 4:25 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] Changes The sickly boy sits on the rock in the pool dangling his feet dangerously close to the water as he begins to speak... "We should speak Cheschire of a grievance you may have against another" As he speaks the pool shimmers with a scene of buildings burning.... "I would like to make sure everyone is happy in this situation, and would like to come to a conclusion on what we should do" His foot scuffs the surface of the pool...... "Oh dear... now I have to get a new shoe... drat" -Quid you and me... are the disease... and the germs are spreading OOC: tony us2002034054 [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 158 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Fri May 3, 2002 10:31 am Subject: Re: Re: [MMNsub] Seeking Knowledge Cheschire looks to him. "I thank you for your kindness, I wish to know more of my clan. I will contact you, though I know not whether or when I will be able to get out your direction, I am quite busy here you see. but I too have E-Mail and I will be in touch" With that, the cat fades from view, leaving only a lingering grin that, in time, dissapears as well. Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 Message 159 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Fri May 3, 2002 10:37 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] Changes Cheschire's tail darts angrily back and forth. "you speak of the March Hare, do you not." his eyes burn with an inner light as he speaks, low and growling. "the traitor, RAMZEE?" he seethes. "Ihave nothing to say to her that I have not said already. though... if you can present me with evidence to the contrary, I would be happy to forgive her, she is mad after all." Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 Message 160 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Ambium@c... Date: Sat May 4, 2002 1:31 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] Changes The sickly boy smiles as he sits on his rock in a pond..... "I have no evidence I just wanted to make shure you still felt strongly about the subject" He coughs in a blood stained rag..... "As always Cheschire your thoughts and counsil are taken highly" The boy begins to fade as he coughs with only a smile remaining.... -Quid OOC: tony us2002034054 [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 161 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Barbara Mertz Date: Sat May 4, 2002 2:17 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] Seeking Knowledge ::The sound of a distant radio, Sting... 'I have only come here seeking knowledge/Things they would not teach me of in college..." A dark alleyway, a rainy night, a distant train--disconnected memories.:: -- Barbara Mertz US2002021791 (was 2000-01-106) ----------------and Harley Quinn to Anthony's Joker IC: Cheri Eva Quinn-Maroon, Malkavian *Acknowledged**Feared**Well-Connected**Revered* ---Unwise--- Message 162 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Dubhradh Date: Sat May 4, 2002 3:19 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] Seeking Knowledge A little girl in an oversized widow's dress and rainbow barrettes wanders by with several large textbooks piled in her arms. A small black kitten follows behind her. She peeks into the room and shifts the books, their titles are: Malkavian Lore 400, Kindred Lore 400, and Camarilla Lore 400. "If you learn anything new, I'd like to know it too." She grins, then glances down the hall, then runs off with a yell of, "Michael, wait up!" (those who recognize Lillith Rath's mind, know 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 163 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Brian Ireland" Date: Sat May 4, 2002 9:11 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] Seeking Knowledge The clanging a steel presses hit's your ears long before the scene develops. As the building begins to focus other sounds begin to take shape. Music. Mariachi music. Mexican Techno. Eventually a machine shop focuses and you see a pair of mexicans happily working away on the large noisy machines. Your vision floats around the shop and stop upon a large steel security door. With a hiss and a clunk the door swings open, revealing a man apparently in his early to late 20's. His skin has bit's of wire and metal sticking out of it. His eye has an object that looks something out of star trek. He reaches down and plucks a piece of metal from his skin, flicking it at the spot where you gaze from. "Those of you seeking Knowledge. I have much to offer. And ask very little if anything in return. Seek me out if you wish." Your vision quickly snaps from the inside to the outside glancing at the address on the building. And then your flung high into the sky to see the Richmond skyline. With one last loud clang from the machines the vision is gone. Very few would recognize. Delorian Niagra *Ack, Feared, Unwaivering, Honorable x2* ~-----------~ Brian ireland CST VA-013 us...021806 Message 164 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "John Reyman" Date: Sun May 5, 2002 10:38 am Subject: What's wrong with pepperoni? ** You see a small boy, wandering from a large building that looks alot like an old english manor. The boy wanders curiously, stopping to have a conversation with a trash can, an old shoe, and even a squirrel. ** "No, I do not know. That is Flower-power's problem. He can do whatever he wants, even if it is going to turn all of us into total helots and stuff.", says the trash can as the boy nods. "Beware the Ides of Tuesday, Superfriend. There is a bad joss in Candyland. You should be free.", says the old shoe as the boy, again, nods. "Hey, don't touch my nuts, don't touch your nuts, don't touch anyone's nuts...and you'll be okay. I promise.", says the squirrel, but the young lad scoffs at such nonsense. "Yeah, well I am Mr. Red, and I don't think...", says the boy, stopping his speech suddenly, and looking quickly over his shoulder. ** A large silver bulldog, menacing, with a mesmerising sheen to his hide, comes running, as though with powers of celerity, directly at the boy, who stands speechless, motionless, unable to think. In a blink, the dog mauls the boy, and all goes dark. ** ** Hours go by...maybe 3, maybe 4. The sight of the boy returns to your mind. He wanders through a maze. It is littered with remnants of times past. A dinosaur here, an Egyptian statue there, a map of a Sumarian kingdom, a lunar rover, a stone axe, and so on. Every turn reveals new and interesting worlds, until one last turn...and there stands a demon. A very large demon with a stubby cigar in his mouth. The boy doesn't know how, but the demon was expecting him. As was his counterparts...A sunflower, wearing sunglasses; A corpse carrying woodsman's axe, and attatched at his hip, with an old rusty chain, is Princess Leia in a baseball cap; A queen, as one would find in a chess set; and lastly, a Monkey with a large magic wand with a star at the end that glows in the dark. You sense immense fear from the boy, shortly before they torture him. The torture is vile, revolting, and yet they ask him nothing. The claim nothing. They do it for fun. They do it and feel good about it. ** "Kid...go play.", the sunflower says in an annoyed tone of voice. ** The young boy, is suddenly rejuvenated as he flees the maze. He emerges into a swirling mist. He wanders about, and a blond haired chess pawn, wanders after him, and eventually catches him, only to give him a roll of quarters and then dive into a toilet bowl. ** "Hey...I know! I'll return the favors.", exclaims the boy excitedly. ** The boy runs and runs and runs and runs in circles, until he collides with a phone booth. He dials lightning fast, his finger resembling a woodpecker on speed. ** "Yes, that's right...a large pepperoni pizza...yes, yes, that's the address.", he says. ** He repeats the phone call, 39 more times, to 39 different phone numbers. When he is done, he hangs up the phone, and pauses slightly to reflect. He chuckles and turns to open the door to the phone booth. Unrelenting fear is sensed, as the vision turns to an army of dogs, cats, squirrels, and pigeons surrounding the phonebooth. He stands, horrified, and then a large silver dog strolls up to the booth ** "We found him...we found him...we found him", is the mantra the bulldog chants, and the other animals follow suit. ** Overwhelming fear, uncontrollable anger, radiates from the boy. There is a bright flash of light as if an atomic bomb just went off, and then all goes black. ** "Die-eeeeeeeeeeeee!", echoes into your mind, and then all goes silent. ---------------------------- ooc: John Reyman ---------------------------- 20010815 US2002021793 phidas@f... AIM: PhidasTheMighty1 Y!M: High_Court_Jester ICQ: Darth Sillious (40899338) Message 165 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Mon May 6, 2002 10:20 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] What's wrong with pepperoni? A large Striped grinning cat appears amidst the crowd of animals and makes his way toward the phonebooth. he moves between the other animals without actualy touching any even as densly packed as they are. when he reaches the booth he leaps up, vaulting off the silver bulldogs brow and perching atop the booth. The Cheschire Cat then hangs his head over the side and peers, upside-down, into the booth at the boy. "Problem?" he asks, grinning widely. Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 `But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' :Lewis Carol Message 166 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Thomas E. Redd" Date: Mon May 6, 2002 2:54 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] What's wrong with pepperoni? >>** The young boy, is suddenly rejuvenated as he flees the maze. He emerges into a swirling mist.<< *The kid with the axe stops as everything goes black.. *it's okay.. he's been training for this.. he closes his eyes and prepares.. *something comes at him from the left.. *the kid with the axe dodges towards it and swipes with his axe, striking the dark attacking target, then moves past it, back into another tunnel in the maze.. *this is why they call it the "Living".. ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/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 167 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "quidbert" Date: Mon May 6, 2002 6:25 pm Subject: a caution from a familier face...... The scene opens to a movie theatere where a sickly white rabit points at the screen.... Old music is playing as the movie starts.... On the screen is a black and white movie shown of a man in a trenchcoat who has a crown on his head talking to a man with bronze skin and a scwastica on a reb armband on his arm..... The screen then turns black as the words "Oh you mean do somehting like this?" appear.... The man in the trenchcoat then begins to brutilize the man with the scwastica on his armband, punching him and throwing him around until the man with the scwastica lis silent..... The sickly white rabbit coughs blood then speaks.... "this one has no patience and no remorse, violence to his subjects is fun to him." The sickly white rabbit then plls out his pocket watch.... "The key here is time my old freind, hold your remarks of you will en up like Himmle." -Quid OOC: tony us2002034054 Message 168 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Ryan Mulderig" Date: Tue May 7, 2002 7:23 am Subject: RE: [MMNsub] Seeking Knowledge > The clanging a steel presses hit's your ears long before the scene > develops. Jack looks up at the sounds. > "Those of you seeking Knowledge. I have much to offer. And ask very little > if anything in return. Seek me out if you wish." I am, and I am. How can I reach you? OOC: Ryan Mulderig, US2002-02-2566 Message 169 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Brian Ireland" Date: Tue May 7, 2002 8:56 am Subject: RE: [MMNsub] Seeking Knowledge The mexican techno drums up again and a computer screen flashes for a brief moment. weirdboy_ltd@h... The sceen fade quicker then before Del Niagra ~--~ Brian Ireland us...021806 >From: "Ryan Mulderig" >Reply-To: mmnsub@yahoogroups.com >To: >Subject: RE: [MMNsub] Seeking Knowledge >Date: Tue, 7 May 2002 08:23:52 -0400 > > > The clanging a steel presses hit's your ears long before the scene > > develops. > >Jack looks up at the sounds. > > > "Those of you seeking Knowledge. I have much to offer. And ask very >little > > if anything in return. Seek me out if you wish." > >I am, and I am. How can I reach you? > >OOC: >Ryan Mulderig, US2002-02-2566 Message 170 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Aaron Gomez Date: Wed May 8, 2002 3:15 pm Subject: [Malkavian] Ghoul Cuisine "The Gangrel will be trying to find you, he knows that you're aware. Act accordingly." "Uh..." "You've enriched my library more than you could ever know, and I thank you. God speed, whever you go if you leave. God help you if you stay." "Are Tremere always this optimistic? Uh...hello? He hung up, that rat bastard." *Otto's touch to the Cobweb intensifies, and images from the past few days issue forth from within him quickly, sounds, tastes, emotions, thoughts and internal monologue soon follow as a scene is revealed. Reno. The myriad of lights and sounds represents itself as a flood of yellow and white pinpoints of light. Sounds of slot machines and of honking horns will the viewer's senses as the smell of exhaust and the kitchen fan from the Circus Circus. The viewer realizes that the hotel they're walking by is the Circus Circus due to the massive sign which nearly blinds the viewer. The scene shifts. Now to a set of stairs, moving down the stairs to reveal a small man, a dwarf, tied up to an elaborate chair, a red stocking cap on his head, and a ball-gag in his mouth. The viewer hears snippets of conversation, whether they're pertinent or not to the scene is irrelevant. "Spying on me.... Tremere must have sent him.... No, we can't remove that, he might need it.... Doggy doggy doggy... Cut out the Cantina Music... Die trying!" The dwarf's face twists in anger and rage, his very body seemingly growing larger and larger as the scene changes, a phone call. The viewer looks outside, seeing a few animals, looking at them. The animals eat and frolic around for a while, but never leave. More animals come, watching you outside of the glass sliding door. The viewer feels a wash of panic flood through, the conversation heard now. (ooc: The first few lines up at the beginning of the message) A sense of loss, and panic, pocketing the phone and heading out of the back door. I'm still not guilty, I didn't actually do anything. Thoughts flicker through as the scene changes again, internal monologue. 'This is getting out of hand, he's really coming after us. Good thing Lavender taught us to Hide. Need to go, need to think of what to do, need to survive. Prince hasn't said anything, watch out for that bump. Ow. That would have hurt if we could still feel that. Keep moving keep moving. Sparks isn't that far away. Should talk to the Prince, Gangrel is Sherriff...keep moving keep moving. She wouldn't believe what we said anyways, we're not Officers. There it is, Jacob the Ghoul's house. Sleep. What of it, the entire French Army couldn't stop us from sleep...well, the Hussars did, well they're not real Frenchies, they're more like...well, Prussians. Shut up about that, look outside, it's getting light. Basement, this is isn't bad, Jacob is closing the door behind me. Did he lock it? No. I'd kill him. I need to kill him anyways, do I?, no. No, that would just make him mad. Tired tired tired, need to sleep. What to do." The viewer feels the drowsy dread fall over he who the viewer is viewing and feels the weight of sleep fall over the scene. With that, Otto's touch loosens from the Cobweb.* IC: Otto von Haas Family of Seers Hater of the Black Mercedes and Those Who Spawn Them OOC: Aaron Gomez US2002021788 ACC-Prestige Grand Illusion (NV-004) Reno, Nevada Message 171 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "quidbert" Date: Tue May 14, 2002 4:55 pm Subject: Alarm Message 172 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "quidbert" Date: Tue May 14, 2002 5:01 pm Subject: alarm A sound emits from the cobweb that sounds like an alarm clock's drone with the emotion of urgency........ A young sickly boy sits on a rock in the middle of a pond. As the alarm sound fades he begins to stand and look up as if he were looking into the night sky.......... "Ms. Ramzee, please contact me. Council has decided on a sutible plan to end this greivance." As he talks a snake like movement happends in the water........ "We wish for you to join us." He then coughs in a bllod covered hankerchief......... "If you wish more private communication can be obtained" He points at the pond and a Immage appears that says........."Ambium@c..." The boy then sits patiently for an answer........ -Quid OOC: tony us2002034054 Message 173 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Lenore A Watkins Date: Wed May 15, 2002 12:15 am Subject: A Night At the Opera *The faint and sluggish feeling of desperately needing sleep fills your body while the stickiness of molasses covers your mind. A young girl dressed in pink, with soft golden curls sits in the middle of a blackish-green canvas. She plays a golden harp, a song vaugely reminescent of something from the 20's. A spiral notebook with a maroon cover falls onto the canvas and the girl stands, heading over to it and tries to touch it, but as she does, it gives a slight burn, making her pull back her hand. * "That wasn't nice." she says. *The book flutters open, stopping at a page. It reads: They have not chosen you yet young one. Stop playing, stop touching. Stop everything. You must grow, quickly.* "But I won't even be real! Mommy says to just play along." *Not everything is fake child. Grow, quickly. As when you were talking to the Brujah. Drop your deviousness.* "Gaily bedight, a gallant knight, in sunshine and in shadow, had journied long, singing a song in search of El Dorado." *You have not reached El Dorado oh gallant knight. Use this position to show people you are NOT A CHILD!* ~~ The girl slowly begins to grow taller, filling out, her golden curls turn to brown waves, her voice more mature. ~~ "Well, if that's the way you think I should have it, then fine. Grow I shall. I'll play along and I'll still be serious and I'll screw everything up. There are larger plans than there are people." *And someday you will be Princess.* ~~ A shock of gold appears through the woman's hair. She giggles. ~~ "Someday, when all is said and done, and they have tired of the world, I shall be Princess." ---OOC--- Lactose Free Malk in Pink: Lenore Watkins Jacqi McKinney Malk #US2002023284 http://www.tagnout.com Message 174 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Aaron Gomez Date: Sun May 19, 2002 2:04 pm Subject: [Madness Network] Does it Rain Where We're Going? (OOC Note for List Mods: Hello! I need to be removed from the lists, due to well, the death of my Malk. I've had a great time playing Otto, and this won't be my last Malk by any stretch. Thanks!)) "Maybe the Sherriff will give us a fair trial, give us back our status, and let us go. I mean he's a Gangrel yes, but he's still the Law, so he has to be fair. Right?" "*sounds of manic giggling from the opposite end*" "It's getting light outside. Whatever happened to Vera Lynn?" "*a dial-tone*" "Well, keep Lavender safe, he doesn't know what to do. Don't let the Gangrel get him. Keep the faith alive, and may the Redcaps burn in the fiery pits of hell. Every last one of them. Despair and die. But save me some fruit roll-ups. Why? Because I plan on strangling something with it." *Otto's touch to the Cobweb is different from his previous encounters, this time much more manic, the images coming quickly and laced with the emotional highs and lows of the encounters. Images of a house, a small green house with flaking paint and wood splinters sticking out from various places. Basement windows were boarded, along with most of the windows. It looked abandoned and dilapidated, however, the house holds some emotional attatchement as can be felt by the viewer. Relief, desparation, all of things things over-rided the initial sense of confusion at the sight of the house. Next, darkness. The sound of a door knocking, and being opened, pushed inwards. First reaction is obvious, seeing the world from in the shadows...as animals raced down the stairs. Rats, mice, cats, dogs, rabbits, etc, came flying down the stairs and into the room. Manic thoughts flush through the viewer's mind: "Look for their caps, make sure they're not red! Gangrel approaching...need to leave." A representation comes barrelling down the stairs, a snarling wolf-creature, with scars and yellow eyes commanding the animals. The viewer hears snippets of conversation: "...stripped of Acknowledged...come out!...not coming out to a Gangrel...in Cuba...no Sabbat for me..." And other random sounds flicker through as the final scene comes. Darkness. Utter, black darkness, though the approaching calm of coming sleep over-rides through the body as the sounds of snarling wolves and dogs are heard. No sights, but sounds and random emotions flicker through the viewer, after the above conversation is discussed within the viewer's mind and out loud. "Maybe the Tremere will protect us? Right?" And after which, comes a quick stab of pain, and then nothingness. After which, Otto's mind leaves the Cobweb, and dissipates forever.* IC: Otto von Haas Family of Seers "Hater of the Black Mercedes and Those Who Come From Them" OOC: Aaron Gomez #US2002021788 ACC-Prestige Grand Illusion (NV-004) Reno, Nevada Message 175 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Aaron Gomez Date: Sun May 19, 2002 2:04 pm Subject: [Madness Network] Does it Rain Where We're Going? (OOC Note for List Mods: Hello! I need to be removed from the lists, due to well, the death of my Malk. I've had a great time playing Otto, and this won't be my last Malk by any stretch. Thanks!)) "Maybe the Sherriff will give us a fair trial, give us back our status, and let us go. I mean he's a Gangrel yes, but he's still the Law, so he has to be fair. Right?" "*sounds of manic giggling from the opposite end*" "It's getting light outside. Whatever happened to Vera Lynn?" "*a dial-tone*" "Well, keep Lavender safe, he doesn't know what to do. Don't let the Gangrel get him. Keep the faith alive, and may the Redcaps burn in the fiery pits of hell. Every last one of them. Despair and die. But save me some fruit roll-ups. Why? Because I plan on strangling something with it." *Otto's touch to the Cobweb is different from his previous encounters, this time much more manic, the images coming quickly and laced with the emotional highs and lows of the encounters. Images of a house, a small green house with flaking paint and wood splinters sticking out from various places. Basement windows were boarded, along with most of the windows. It looked abandoned and dilapidated, however, the house holds some emotional attatchement as can be felt by the viewer. Relief, desparation, all of things things over-rided the initial sense of confusion at the sight of the house. Next, darkness. The sound of a door knocking, and being opened, pushed inwards. First reaction is obvious, seeing the world from in the shadows...as animals raced down the stairs. Rats, mice, cats, dogs, rabbits, etc, came flying down the stairs and into the room. Manic thoughts flush through the viewer's mind: "Look for their caps, make sure they're not red! Gangrel approaching...need to leave." A representation comes barrelling down the stairs, a snarling wolf-creature, with scars and yellow eyes commanding the animals. The viewer hears snippets of conversation: "...stripped of Acknowledged...come out!...not coming out to a Gangrel...in Cuba...no Sabbat for me..." And other random sounds flicker through as the final scene comes. Darkness. Utter, black darkness, though the approaching calm of coming sleep over-rides through the body as the sounds of snarling wolves and dogs are heard. No sights, but sounds and random emotions flicker through the viewer, after the above conversation is discussed within the viewer's mind and out loud. "Maybe the Tremere will protect us? Right?" And after which, comes a quick stab of pain, and then nothingness. After which, Otto's mind leaves the Cobweb, and dissipates forever.* IC: Otto von Haas Family of Seers "Hater of the Black Mercedes and Those Who Come From Them" OOC: Aaron Gomez #US2002021788 ACC-Prestige Grand Illusion (NV-004) Reno, Nevada Message 176 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: D L Date: Mon May 20, 2002 3:34 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] [Madness Network] Does it Rain Where We're Going? It's been a while since it tapped into the network. I hope I haven't been missed. I'm really only here to see if I can find Otto. I went to see one of my patients, Marissa. She wanted to talk about her last boyfriend. He'd been complaining of a recurring lucid nightmare involving a naked clown in floppy shoes chasing him with a chainsaw. She said she told him that his fear of commitment has been externalized into this sadistic clown. Her psychobabble almost sounded convincing... I don't think he bought it though. the track marks he left are still smoking... I scribbled some notes and told her to call me in the event she has any of these nightmares and to try to remember as much detail as possible. Her cell phone rings. Ah, it's the next contestant in a long line to win this beauty of emotional wreakage. I return to the hideout. Smells like a zoo. there are animal tracks everywhere. I enhance my senses to get a better picture of what happened. Since when do animals wear loafers. Otto's going to be upset when he finds out some animal was dancing around in his loafers and then dragged off somewhere with them still on their feet. Whoa. I smell vitae. Isn't this the part where the killer jumps out and elaborates on their maniacal plan to slaughter for the sheer pleasure of it? I'll call the Sheriff.... Right... I'm not acknowledged, Tolerated... without Otto, I'm a deer in hunting season... Redgrave... I'll call Redgrave. He might know where Otto is. I'm sure he'll tell me in exchange for my immortal soul... right... What was that?!? a wolf howl? Where's Redgrave's number. Is it in Otto's Roll-o-Dex? No, of course not. That's where he keeps all the bogus information to throw off would-be spies. THE BATHROOM!!! I found Redgrave's number, written in magic marker, along with bank accounts, passwords, and a recipe for gespacho soup near the end of the toilet paper roll. How did he roll it back up and look so neat? My heart sinks where my stomach use to be. I dial the number. "You have reached the Illustrious House of the Tremere, please leave your immortal soul, ahem, I mean, your message after the tone, Dr. Lavender." The chill started in my ear and raced through my body like the Tazmanian Devil on speed. I hung up the phone. Okay, maybe that's not what the message really said, but it might as well have. Besides, they knew I'd be calling so they can just check their caller ID and... *ring* I look at my phone... my heart is hiding somewhere in my foot now with it's hands over it's eyes claiming it's invisible. *ring* What do you do when the Devil calls for you? *ring* H-hello? *** IC: Dr. Miles Lavender, Ph.D. "My office is always open... at night." OCC: Dirk Miller US 2002023757 Grand Illusion (NV-004) Reno, NV Message 177 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Barbara Mertz Date: Tue May 21, 2002 1:49 am Subject: Lavendar poetry ::Peanuts-style booth, with a sign on the front saying "The Doctor is...In". A beatnik sits behind the booth, her black beret taking a shape that suggests cartoon hair. Wordlessly she pulls the 'In' card from the front of the booth and lays it on the counter. From it, somehow, she takes a deck of playing-card sized flash cards. She fans them like a poker hand. The top card is blue. Another card in a darker shade of blue falls to the grass in front of the booth--she reaches for it but it's too far, and she can't get it. You get a glimpse of the dozen or so cards, but she seems to notice you staring and holds her hand close. With her other hand, she pulls out a lavendar card. She turns it over in her hand and, as she does, it takes on a round shape. This amuses her, and she tosses it like a frisbee. She pulls out another, one in red and grey, and it too becomes round and gets tossed. She pulls out a card in a beautiful light blue, veined like a piece of turquoise jewelry. It remains card-shaped. She reaches down and puts it in front of the booth, where it grows to size and regains the word "In". She reads a Kerouac book, entranced by the words.:: D L wrote: > > I look at my phone... my heart is hiding somewhere in my foot now with > it's hands over it's eyes claiming it's invisible. > > *ring* > > What do you do when the Devil calls for you? > > *ring* > > H-hello? > > > *** > > IC: > Dr. Miles Lavender, Ph.D. > "My office is always open... at night." > > OCC: > Dirk Miller > US 2002023757 > Grand Illusion (NV-004) > Reno, NV > > ___ -- Barbara Mertz US2002021791 (was 2000-01-106) ----------------and Harley Quinn to Anthony's Joker IC: Cheri Eva Quinn-Maroon, Malkavian *Acknowledged**Feared**Well-Connected**Revered* ---Unwise--- Dancing Mary, Brujah *Acknowledged**Beloved* Jani Ziff, Nosferatu *Acknowledged**Respected* [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 178 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Sandy Diggs" Date: Mon May 27, 2002 1:31 pm Subject: To be or not to be.............. You pop into being and you are sitting in a theatre filled with people. They all seem to be whispering at once. They are all talking about different subjects. Some are talking to themselves and others are talking to each other. In front of you is a stage. You see the actors as they are performing Hamlet. They seem undaunted by the ever present whispers that seem to almost drown them out at times. You look closer at the actors and sigh. You notice one of them is even the one responsible for writing the play. REAL actors not these things that claimed to be actors these days. You sit trying to focus on the words of the play and the performance at hand. The whispers are all around you making it impossible to hear the play. You look around at the people in the theatre and you recognize some of the faces. You glare at them. Maybe if you glare at them long enough they will shut up. You try once again to concentrate on the play....but once again your concentration is broken by the voices. Fury is rising within in you. These fools around you....did they not understand? You stand up and look around you. They all seem unaware of your annoyance. The actors on stage continue to innact the play as if the theatre were completely quiet. You hear yourself begin to scream. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU BE QUIET! YOU ARE NOT REAL! YOU DO NOT EXIST! GO AWAY AND BE QUIET! CAN'T YOU SEE YOU I AM TRYING TO WATCH THE PLAY! FOOLS ALL OF YOU! The actors on the stage stop performing and look at you for a second and then continue their performance. The whispers around you are quiet. Then slowly they begin again. You sit and begin pounding your head into the seat in front of you. YOU WILL BE QUIET! The scene fades aways as you realize your head hurts......... ooc: Sandy Diggs us2002023972 (was 9812062) Message 179 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Thomas E. Redd" Date: Wed May 29, 2002 3:18 pm Subject: another.. *south-side, the wind blows.. *whispers in the dark.. "oh no," they cry. *but they know. they feel. they hurt for it and want more. *what is this? fear, love, a tingling sensation that lingers until you meet again? *my lip.. *neck.. *torn between.. ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/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 180 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Richard Forguson" Date: Thu May 30, 2002 1:38 pm Subject: Death post Heat. The shadows of your mind begin to smolder, giving off smoke. A light begins to glow, casting the shadows aside. The light begins to burn, within is the image of a man, Hod Cohain. His skin begins to smoke and char, flakes of ash falling away until flesh and bone have scattered to the wind. still the light remains, burning away the shadow. The presence has a voice, but the words and language are no longer tangible. Concepts flow like water from the light. Rage, melted away to pity and hope. Oubliette is forgiven for her actions toward me, but may the deaths of those innocents who fell in St. louis due to her pride weigh forever on her soul. A final wish... (at this the presence begins to intensify, puring out will and hope into this final request) The dying wish my lips were not permitted to utter. Find Zhara al Saud. Tell her I love her still and always. Tell her I will wait at the gates for her. Grant the dying wish of one of Malkavs own. At this the presence begins to swirl, rising back into Jacobs ladder, the path is there for those who would follow it. In his wake, the ash forms words, Lillim777@h... tell her... OOC Richard Forguson 2001-08-022 It's been fun. Message 181 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Oubliette Date: Thu May 30, 2002 3:16 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] Death post The cat listens, listens, listens, its blackness a mere shadow against the night. A voice whispers something it had thought unheard, only to know that the cat sees all.. "The dying wish my lips were not permitted to utter. Find Zhara al Saud. Tell her I love her still and always. Tell her I will wait at the gates for her." The cat yowls softly, and you hear Oubliette's voice, a soft whisper of regret and absence. "My dearest boy, my gentle boy.. it has already been done. You are already within your lady's arms, her sweet embrace - and may nothing ever part you again. I pray that she will be protected.. as I could not protect you." "In that I failed. In that.. I failed." The cat sinks into ths shadow, closing sorrowful eyes that are as green as mold upon a long-forgotten tombstone. Oubliette, Elder Dark of the Moon -------------------------------------- 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!