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This was posted on Tenebrae Nostro OOC a while back, but I thought it would be easier to discuss with Aidan's mun here.

Aidan-mun: As a player of a VtM character that probably makes Tristan pee himself a little, perhaps there is something Aidan could do. I'd have to talk to Cat-mun about this....but Aidan is not only an Infernalist he is also Baali. His magic and knowledge of demons and the occult is vast.

Perhaps, and I would be willing to accept that by him learning to do something like 'cure' a Malk, people might want him dead, but, maybe a ritual or some other creepy deep can be done to strip Adrien of his insanity.

Aidan could 'put' it in an empty 'vessel' or something?

However, there would have to be a good reason for Aidan to help him, as he is pretty much all about helping himself.

Something to consider....

Adrien-mun: This has serious possibilities.

Malkavians have sort of a hive-mind through the Madness Network. Some of them think the insanity and the Madness Network is Malkav still living within them, and when he wakes, he'll kill all his followers. Sabbat and Camarilla Malkavians alike believe the best way to avoid that is to dilute the blood as much as possible.

The Madness Network can be used to summon Malkavians from a long ways away. They go into a hive mindset, and many of them have no clue who summoned them or why they came. Some never remember what they did while they were there. The Madness Network is also used by Malkavians to divine the future and answers to important questions. I have read that any sane vampire that tries to learn how to access the Madness Network is driven insane. Perhaps putting the curse into a demon under Aidan's control might make it easier for Aidan to use safely, though.

Also, if Aidan is looking for old books or things, Adrien still owns a small 14th century castle on the outskirts of Moulins, France. It's been condemned for over a hundred years, but Aidan might find something useful inside, and the alarm that Adrien would get would give them a good reason to meet.

It occurs to me, that since Adrien never actually even mentioned the word "Malkavian" before killing the Malkavian Victoria, perhaps it would be easier, lore and magic-wise, if it was not that Adrien actually was Malkavian, but was instead suffering from lingering effects of the diablerie. *shrug* A thought. That would make it less like "curing" a Malkavian and more like "disinfecting" a usually-sane vampire.

Catherine-mun: Thanks for the comments, poke and email. All of the above seems possible and probable if there is a reason for Aidan to help. Anything I say from here in out is only opinion because I feel that whe I create a muse and give them away, it is up to the other mun to make them theirs and take the primary seat in deciding how that character gets played within the foundation that was set for him. Therefore, *in my opinion I'd think that the artifact/book/etc would have to be something of utter infernal worth. Because any archaic book, even of worth, wouldn't move Aidan to help especially since the price is high for Adrien finding out more about him than any outsider ought to know (in his eyes).

Chelle, if your taking him in the direction of being a Baali, than there are a number of infernal rituals open to him through his abilities that can strip Adrien or purify him. Aidan can basically write on if you see fit, although remember that comes at a cost (in the game it means spending blood points, here you can obviously write in anything). Luckily, Aidan is one of those pups that is old/strong enough to conduct/learn a new ritual w/o too much kickback (unless you want one...might make for an interesting thread).

Alternatively, why not think of using Adrien as Aidan's eyes and ears within his other contacts? I think Aidan would ask for a guarantee (usually it's a blood bond, but I am sure you gals can come up with something mutually satisfying).

If you can't find a way out, I'm going to throw out the potential of using Chandrika to strip the other "soul" from his body or something like that...buuuut I prefer reading about infernal evil and hard ass decision making ("If I do this, I owe HIM that...]

But to answer the question, yes, it is possible...Aidan is advanced in that he can damn well write the ritual himself that would be most useful. It doesn't even need to be an infernal one, actually. The Tremere's special brand of blood magic would do the trick. It would basically look like the ritual to break a bond. Aidan could alter it.
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I don't usually answer these things honestly, but this one amused me.

Who or what would I kill for?

Let's ignore, for the moment, that I kill when it amuses me, shall we? We'll focus instead on times when I'd kill for purpose other than my own fulfillment. Oui, it does happen. We can even title this list "How Not To Die By Adrien's Hand". And number one on the list?

Mess with people I consider mine at your own peril. So many people screw up when it comes to this one. Tsk tsk. I would think it would be obvious. If someone has caught my attention, leave them alone. It's not worth the trouble, mon ami. Trust me when I say you would not survive my wrath, were I to find out what you did.

Follow my orders. Simple. I give the order, you follow it. Ask questions if you like, but do not disobey me behind my back. I will find out, and when I do, I trust you'll remember that I was born into an era that was far more imaginative with punishments than this soft, modern world. I can make your last moments utter agony.

Don't double-cross me. I will find out, and when I do, well...no one likes a traitor. Least of all me.

Know that I keep my contracts. If I've been paid to kill you, it will happen. Perhaps not today, not tomorrow, but soon. I'm a vampire. I can afford to be patient while hunting you. If it's any consolation, your death will be swift, unless I've been paid to make it hurt. My own...appetites...do not make it into my work.

Above all, I keep the secrecy of my kind. If you're betraying the existence of vampires to the general population, you will die, along with anyone you've convinced. Consider this your warning.
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10. Character Dossier: This week I am going to borrow a prompt from one of our affiliate communities, [livejournal.com profile] charloft . since it was really fabulous! Show us your Muse's home. You can show us a floorplans or layout of your muse's home or describe their home in detail. Better, still do both! Show us the home in which they live, the town, the furnishings and use as much detail as possible. Give us the grand tour!

((We are, for the moment, pretending the pictures show damage from at least 200 years of neglect! The up-to-date, fully restored pictures will be used later, for plots, so they're important!))

Moulins, France

For as long as any of the locals can remember, Château de Moulins has been a sinister place. If a visitor is lucky, in a dark corner of the local tavern, they'll hear tales of the de Moulins family fit to send icy tendrils of fear up the spines of the bravest of American tourists. Tales of greed and devil worship, of witchcraft and vampires, and of the French Revolution which drove the de Moulins from the castle and left it to rot with time. An extremely lucky visitor might even get the grand tour from the caretaker himself.
Cut for TL;DR )
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I've realized, far too late, that I've taken Adrien to an extreme that I never should have done. He never should have been merged with VtM. Never should have been anything other than what he was, a mob hitman with a taste for blood and a slight issue with dark-haired women. I have an idea to bring him a little closer to that original concept, but it is a little extreme and I would love feedback from people I've RPed with before I go ahead with it. This is my rough draft of it:

Time: Shortly after this thread.

In June of 2009, Adrien Donatien Molyneux started receiving very worrying news, not only from the FBI, who had him on their most wanted list and were drawing closer, but also from vampires who knew where to find him and knew of his addiction to vampire blood. As the death threats poured in, Adrien came up with a brilliant, mad scheme to get them off his back. Let them kill him.

To that end, he used mob contacts to find a vampire of a similar age and possessing similar abilities who could be altered by one of the many money-hungry plastic surgeons in the Los Angeles area to resemble Adrien. Then, the real work began. Brainwashing the Malkavian was a long, arduous process, but necessary if he wanted the vampires off his back permanently. A simple look-alike would never fool the mind-readers stalking him. It took Adrien days to erase the vampire's original memories and implant his own, instead. After it was done, Adrien was left exhausted and nearly dead. His driver and sometimes-butler, Andre, made sure he was in the pre-prepared coffin and shipped to his family's lands in France, where he was able to recover in peace.

Once recovered, Adrien went into hiding. The same mob contacts that had been used to produce his double were used to find a safe hiding place for Adrien, among the Chicago Crime Family, who were looking to expand into Los Angeles. Adrien spent months in a safe house in Chicago, even through the news that Los Angeles was suffering from a virulent plague. Even through the news from the underground that it wasn't a plague at all, but an uprising of vampires. Especially through the rumors of who (or what) broke the siege in that city.

It wasn't until news of "Adrien's" take-over of Frost Industries that Adrien began making plans for his return to Los Angeles. When his double disappeared completely, Adrien took action. The double would have to go, but more importantly, no one could find out he had the ability to brainwash another vampire's mind so thoroughly or he'd be done for. He comes back to Los Angeles armed with the latest FBI reports (which still do not show his double's new haircut), intelligence from mob contacts who are suspicious of his claims that the double is a psychopath copycat, and news reports of Pepper's recent wedding plans and injury.

Adrien catches the double hanging around the hospital Pepper is in. The double is completely delusional, but Adrien tries hard to get as much information as he can from the vampire before killing him. Adrien is left trying to pick up the pieces with the Camarilla, Frost, the Mob, and the Feds.

Some Notes:

1) Adrien knows very little of the details of what has been happening in Los Angeles in the last few months. His double was delusional, and so, while he knows the gist of what's been going on, he is suspicious of details. He only trusts what he's able to verify.
2) The vampires that wanted him dead are still around. Adrien's double was too much like him and managed to avoid them. They will cause him grief in the future.
3) The double was not addicted to vampire blood, but Adrien is. He will need it, and Frost's fodder followers are in short supply.
4) His double's rabid dog killing habits have alerted the cops.
5) Those same killing habits can NOT have been popular with the Camarilla that Adrien occasionally works for.

Some differences between Adrien and his double:

1) The "double" has no addiction to vampire blood, and Adrien is hopelessly addicted.
2) Adrien, in his original form, is not Malkavian, or even truly insane. He's a planner who does things very deliberately and prefers to be two or three steps ahead of his adversaries. His early childhood created, not an out-of-control monster, but a young man with a willingness to do whatever it takes to win.
3) The "double" is actually stronger, mentally, but gifted with slightly different powers than Adrien himself. The true Adrien is much stronger physically, the result of centuries of practice and natural ability. The true Adrien relies on physical strength before mental trickery, as he finds the gifts to be untrustworthy and unreliable. Case in point: His double.
4) While his double kills with all the finesse of a rabid dog, the true Adrien is very neat, even when the victim is a personal one. Cuts are precise, blood is drained via tubes and stored for future use, and the pain he inflicts is used to impart a unique taste to the blood. Victims usually succumb within a few days from blood loss, even though he is able to heal their wounds slightly (similar to the ability Anne Rice vampires have to heal mortal injury with a bit of their blood). The only marks he leaves on his victims are deliberately left there. They are always neat, surgical, and almost always include a griffin somewhere on the chest area. This is especially the case for mob victims.
5) Both have quick tempers, and both are very, very easily driven to the point of frenzy. The true Adrien remembers these episodes as if they were a dream. While the "double" has paranoid frenzies, in which he strikes out at the one or ones featuring in the delusion of the month, the true Adrien has no such delusions, he just wants to see blood.
6) Perhaps the biggest difference is that Adrien knows he relies on keeping mortals in the dark about vampires, and his "double" often is too frenzied to care.

So, Adrien would be changing to this:

Name: Adrien Griffon
Race: Vampire
Fandom: OC
Alignment: Evil
PB: Kiefer Sutherland
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I've realized, far too late, that I've taken Adrien to an extreme that I never should have done. He never should have been merged with VtM. Never should have been anything other than what he was, a mob hitman with a taste for blood and a slight issue with dark-haired women. I'm really not sure what to do about it now. If I could go back and erase the last year (jeez, has it really been a year?), I would, but he's been in a lot of roleplay with a lot of other people since then, and I'm not sure what to do.

I'm open to ideas. What I'd like to do is have him closer to his original concept.

I don't know if the TN mods will allow it, but if they do, I had the idea that perhaps, in order to keep out of sight of nosy Feds, Adrien went underground shortly after his night on the beach with Pepper and pretty much mind-fucked some poor schmuck vampire off the street that looked very similar to him into thinking he was Adrien. Adrien, the true Adrien, was indeed a type of monster in his human life, but not nearly as unhinged as the Malkavian that Adrien accidentally set loose. When he hears about the problems the double has been causing in Los Angeles, he returns to LA from a mob safe-house in Chicago. The double is far too unhinged to allow to live, and so he's killed. Adrien stays in LA to clean up the mess.

Interesting to note: Differences between the "double" and Adrien's original concept:

1) The "double" has no addiction to vampire blood, and Adrien is hopelessly addicted.
2) Adrien, in his original form, is not Malkavian, or even truly insane. He's a planner who does things very deliberately and prefers to be two or three steps ahead of his adversaries. His early childhood created, not an out-of-control monster, but a young man with a willingness to do whatever it takes to win.
3) The "double" is actually stronger, mentally, but gifted with slightly different powers than Adrien himself. The true Adrien is much stronger physically, the result of centuries of practice and natural ability. The true Adrien relies on physical strength before mental trickery, as he finds the gifts to be untrustworthy and unreliable. Case in point: His double.
4) While his double kills with all the finesse of a rabid dog, the true Adrien is very neat, even when the victim is a personal one. Cuts are precise, blood is drained via tubes and stored for future use, and the pain he inflicts is used to impart a unique taste to the blood. Victims usually succumb within a few days from blood loss, even though he is able to heal their wounds slightly (similar to the ability Anne Rice vampires have to heal mortal injury with a bit of their blood). The only marks he leaves on his victims are deliberately left there. They are always neat, surgical, and almost always include a griffin somewhere on the chest area. This is especially the case for mob victims.
5) Both have quick tempers, and both are very, very easily driven to the point of frenzy. The true Adrien remembers these episodes as if they were a dream. While the "double" has paranoid frenzies, in which he strikes out at the one or ones featuring in the delusion of the month, the true Adrien has no such delusions, he just wants to see blood.
6) Perhaps the biggest difference is that Adrien knows he relies on keeping mortals in the dark about vampires, and his "double" often is too frenzied to care.

OOC

Jul. 26th, 2010 05:19 pm
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Finally able to afford a doctor visit, and so I'm going next week. Just a routine check-up and a chance for me to be annoyed at him for requiring me to pay an uninsured office visit in order for him to renew my prescription, which I have been in desperate need of for several months now. Wal-mart, we poor people love your $3 generics.

I have honestly forgotten what it's like to be able to concentrate, so next week could be interesting. We'll see.
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I read through a couple of the articles in this blog, and I thought they were pretty awesome. The authors even write roleplaying stuff like what I do on Tenebrae Nostro in addition to their novels. Very nice. Go check them out.

http://menwithpens.ca/
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Last night, I got a post from a random person on Jareth's journal, asking a fairly innocent question. I wasn't insulted until I looked at her journal to figure out who she was and read the only post there:

So I've been reading a lot of stories lately, both fanfiction and regular, where an author will take a perfectly good story and ruin it somehow. Whether it is through Mary Sues and Garry Stues, characters randomly flipping out of character, rushed storyline, plot holes, mysterious miracles that no one comments on, breaking the forth wall, or add a sequel where it isn't needed. I am sick of it. I can understand an occasional small plot hole, an extra tidbit where the forth wall is broken, or trying to make a good sequel to a story that you love, but the legendary amount of screw ups held inside some of these stories and the sheer number of stories containing all these screw ups sickens me to no end. I've been desperately looking for good stories, if anyone on here can recommend some good stories to me I'd be very grateful.

Considering Jareth's journal is the only one she's posted comments on (a whole three lifetime comments posted, folks!) I am a little insulted. I don't know who she is, don't really care. If I wasn't an asshole, I would point out that the entire point I write is not to entertain her, but to entertain ME. I don't really give a shit whether she stomps her foot and says "It's not supposed to BE like that!" I do, however, care that I seemed to be the only one singled out like this. I would like to hope that people I write with on a daily basis would be so kind as to tell me when my writing sucks. I really do like to know. My characters may be psychic, but I most definitely am not.

Please don't take this as me being mad at anyone I write with! I'm not! You all are wonderful. I'm just irritated that someone I don't seem to know posted from what looks to be a sock puppet account in order to not tell me I suck.

So, whoever you are: Get a LIFE. Get a CLUE. Learn to RP. Quit taking LJ writing so seriously. Kthnx.

I don't have a fuck you icon, so you get the orly? icon instead.
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Note to self: Replying to random people commenting on other characters' journals with random facepalm questions while listening to Marilyn Manson is likely to give said random person the very correct impression that I am an asshole, in addition to being easily pissed off and a tad on edge. Change the music. We mustn't scare the normals.
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Ah the press of humanity around him. How he'd missed it. Walking down Sunset, bumping into the rich and famous, sometimes literally, as everyone hurried to one club or another, he laughed out loud. Ah, this was nice. Away from the minions of the  - shudder - werewolf. Ugh. They were still watching him, he could feel it. He saw them darting out of sight, out of the corners of his eyes. He could feel them watching him. Testing him. Testing...something. He frowned. Hard.

The last two weeks were a blur. He couldn't even remember if he'd eaten during that time, and the cramps he was doing his best to ignore convinced him he probably hadn't. He suppressed a snarl. How dare that animal tell him what to do? No, no. The beast had been his captor. Controlled everything. Might still be controlling everything. He looked around nervously at the humans around him. They were staring at him. Oh, oh. The shoulder holster was showing. Oops. He looked around again. Cop. Copcopcopcop. He darted into a club in the middle of a throng of twenty-somethings.

They'd done something to him. Despite his murderous threats, despite killing two of them, they'd messed with him somehow, and he couldn't figure out how. The drones, and really that's what they were, drones under that beast's control, had been in his mind, he knew it. Maybe that's how they were following him. Maybe they planted one of their computer chips in his brain. Didn't they do that to dogs? He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember a lot of things. Like...where had he been before the not-a-hospital? Who had he been with? He couldn't remember. He snarled in frustration. And hunger. Ow. Fuck, he was hungry. Like, grab a bite to eat NOW hungry. Okay, first things first, find someone to eat. He couldn't very well bite anyone out on the dance floor. They were watching him. Bathrooms it was, then.

Womens' bathroom, specifically. Hell if he'd endure whatever that smell was in the mens' bathroom. Besides, there was only one woman in here. Perfect. Five minutes later, he left a clueless woman unconscious in a stall, apparently passed out from too much to drink. Ahhh. Better. But he still couldn't remember anything any better. Ugh.

He looked down at the folder he was holding. He'd grabbed it when he left. When they let him leave, he corrected himself. When they let him leave. It was his folder. All the information they had on him. All neatly typed up and in their computer. There was someone he wanted to call for this. Who...? Pep...Pepper? Ugh! No! The thought startled him and he blinked. Pepper was...someone...that should disgust him? Shouldn't she? He blinked and frowned harder. No, that wasn't right.

From three tables away, a Pentex First team watched the vampire. The psychic was focused on him completely. She gasped and paled. "He's fighting it. The conditioning is reinforcing the budding delusion about the company. Shit!" She said that last bit too loud. She knew it the instant it left her mouth.

Adrien glared straight at her. His eyes met hers, and it was as if the room suddenly grew dark. No, monsters crawled out of every shadow, making it dark. She screamed. Too dark! It was too dark! They were going to get her! Her partner tried futilely to keep her quiet, and she fought him. She screamed and ran out the door. Her partner turned to follow her...And ran straight into Adrien's fist.

Adrien made his escape in the resulting chaos, following the trail of confusion left by the woman he'd driven insane. Past startled taxi drivers. Past even more startled limo drivers. Across the street. Through a crowd of college students, and into an alley. There she sat, huddled into a corner next to the dumpster. This was too easy. He pointed his gun at her. "Who else is following me?"

"Shh! Please! They'll hear you! Quiet!" She huddled even closer to the dumpster.

He fished in the holster for the gun's silencer. He fired a warning shot next to her. "I won't ask again. Who. Else. Is. Following. Me?"

"The rest of the team is...they were in the van. Oh my god! What'd those things do to them? Oh my god!" She fumbled for a radio in her jacket. Before she could speak into it, he shot her. Once, neatly, right in the middle of her forehead. Professional. He smiled. He picked up the radio.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll keep the hell away from me. Tell your boss I'm coming for him." He turned the radio off and threw it as hard as he could against the wall. It shattered. Adrien disappeared from view right as the rest of the Pentex team moved in on the alley. He grinned at the curses he heard as he left them behind and found a taxi.

Miles away, Adrien walked into a far different bar. This one was a dark, hole in the wall place. He smiled and stepped up to the bar to order a beer that he wouldn't drink. He was still hungry, and he wanted a good meal this time. Something satisfying. Unconsciously, he stroked a knife as he watched the bar from a booth near the door.
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Your Ultimate Purity Test 2.0 Score Is...
 Your Score:Average For All UsersAverage For All
( total)
 
Dating38.46%34.45%Dated seriously
Self-Lovin'66.67%60.72%Master of your domain
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Sex Drive9.52%75.02%Humps fire hydrants when nobody's looking
Straightness0%39.34%Knows the other body type like a map
Gayness3.7%77.58%Makes Dr. Frank-n-Furter look tame
Dominant23.33%86.46%Master of everyone's domain
Submissive63.49%86.73%Bound and gagged a few times
Fucking Sick62.24%89.69%Dipped into depravity
Total Score39.16%73.58% 
Take The Ultimate Purity Test 2.0
and see how you match up!


(By The Ferrett)
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Time: Just after Adrien's re-capture
Place: Magadon, Inc, Los Angeles


"Beverly, you're supposed to have First Team backup going in there! You know what they said!" One of the nurses said in a frantic whisper as she grabbed for Beverly's hand on the patient's locked door.

"Oh come on, Mary, we've been looking after this guy for what? Two weeks now? He hardly even blinks. It'll take an hour for the First Team to get up here and that means we'll have to stop work on Mr. Jensen's room. Come on, it's just two little pills. Two measly little pills. What's he going to do?" Beverly waved the two pills in question in front of Mary's nose.

"Alright, fine. I hope you're right. I didn't see you do anything, you got it? Especially if Dr. Ferguson asks.

"Did I tell him about the time you had to leave early? Hmm?" Beverly smiled. "I'll be out in a second." She turned the lock on the door, and Mary hurried away.

Inside, Adrien sat in near total darkness. The room was nice enough. It looked more like a small, kitchen-less studio apartment than a hospital room, or it would if Adrien had bothered to turn on any of the lights. He hadn't bothered, though, and the only light came from the television, which was playing one of the Jurassic Park movies muted. Adrien sat in a recliner in front of the television, the same place he'd sat for the last three days. If nurses like Beverly hadn't come in to make him change clothes and shower, likely he wouldn't have moved at all. He didn't so much as blink when the door opened.

He did hiss slightly, under his breath, when nurse Beverly turned the overhead lights on. They were too bright. Much too bright. That's why he'd turned them off. Much too bright. They'd been too bright there, with her, too. Mustn't say anything, though. The nurses always came with an esc...oh wait. She was alone today.

His voice was rough from disuse and nearly devoid of emotion. "You came alone today, Beverly." He didn't stop staring at the dinosaurs on the screen. Didn't so much as blink.

But Beverly was starting to feel anxious. She'd never heard him talk before. He never even acknowledged her presence. She didn't even know he knew her name. "I...I just this one dose of medicine to give you, Mr. Griffon, and then I'll be on my way."

"Come sit with me, Beverly." On screen, a familiar bespectacled programmer talked to a chirping, man-sized dinosaur.

"No, I don't think I should, Mr. Griffon. Nancy's waiting on me outside." She backed away, medicine forgotten. Something was wrong. She just wanted out. Now.

"Come. Sit with me." The dinosaur reared back and hissed, displaying a huge, lizard-like frill. Adrien never moved, never blinked. Never even changed his tone of voice.

Before she knew what she was doing, Beverly found herself sitting in his lap. She was starting to get frantic. "I really should be going now, Mr. Griffon..."

"Adrien, please, ma chere." The dinosaur sprayed venom on its prey. The pudgy programmer screamed, but it was too late to get away. As it was too late for Beverly.

"Adrien. I should be going. Nancy's really waiting for me just outside." She squirmed, but did not try to get up. Some unseen force prevented her from even thinking about the movement.

"No she's not. I would know if she were there. She left before you entered my room." Now he moved. His arms wrapped around her, pressing her luscious curves against him. One hand pulled her hair out of the way, and then she could feel his breath on her neck.

"P...Please. Adrien. I j...just came in here to give you your medicine." She tried to shrink away. She let out a short squeal of terror when his tongue darted out to taste the pulse point on her throat.

"I don't need it. It is useless. Surely you knew that, coming in here?" He kissed her neck softly. One hand moved to grasp her, lightly, under her knees, and he lifted her as easily as a baby. His laughter did nothing to drown out her screams. It would do her no good. Adrien had noted, many times, that no one raised an alarm, even if gunshots sounded from this room. Perhaps they housed dangerous patients here often. He laid her gently on his bed and grabbed her flailing hands. They were held above her head in a crushing grip. He came down on top of her, pinning her down, and her screams this time were muffled by a deep kiss.

But when he pulled back, there was rage in his eyes. Brown hair, like hers. Brown eyes. Beautifully tanned. Adrien snarled, revealing long fangs. He let go of her hands and twisted her neck brutally to the side, nearly breaking it in his rage. His fangs ripped her jugular open, and more blood got on the bed than inside the vampire, but feeding had never been the point. He would show them. He would tolerate their needles and their prodding, but the would not dare, ever, send her in here again.

* * * * * * *

Hours later, the body of the dead nurse was found by the next shift. Adrien was back in his chair, unmoving. The only evidence he'd ever moved was the blood soaking his upper body.

Meta Rant

Jun. 30th, 2010 07:52 pm
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Another June over, another June my writer successfully manages to delete my rant on rampant homosexuality in roleplay. You can thank her later.

Hypocrisy - n -
1. the practice of professing standards, beliefs, etc., contrary to one's real character or actual behaviour, esp the pretence of virtue and piety
2. an act or instance of this

Yeah. You thought of that, too, huh? Guess what? One lover dead. Another I wish was dead. I don't give a shit anymore, folks. If you don't consider yourself dinner, consider this your warning. I guarantee you, I'm not looking at you that way because I like your dress.

Right. I'm out. Writer says I'm being an ass.

((*OOC EDIT:* So we're clear, this is TOTALLY not aimed at anyone I RP with. I get a little testy seeing my favorite fandoms ruined by guy/guy slash fiction between characters that don't do that in the canon :( ))
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The words "direct" and "guileless" amused me most. I would have chosen The Devil for me, but hey, what do I know.


You are The Emperor


Stability, power, protection, realization; a great person.


The Emperor is the great authority figure of the Tarot, so it represents
fathers, father-figures and employers. There is a lot of aggression and violence
too.


The Emperor naturally follows the Empress. Like an infant, he is filled with enthuiasm, energy, aggression. He is direct, guileless and all too often irresistible. Unfortunately, like a baby he can also be a tyrant. Impatient, demanding, controlling. In the best of circumstances, he signifies the leader that everyone wants to follow, sitting on a throne that indicates the solid foundation of an Empire he created, loves and rules with intelligence and enthusiasm. But that throne can also be a trap, a responsibility that has the Emperor feeling restless, bored and discontent.


What Tarot Card are You?
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Subject: 243.45A
Name: Adrien Donatien de Moulins
Aliases: Adrien Molyneux, Donatien Molyneux, Adrien de Moulins, Adrien de Moulines, Adrien de Molineus, Adrien d'Evereux, Donatien d'Evereux, Adrien de Beauvais, Adrien Trotteur, Donatien Trotteur, Adrien Griffon
DOB: December 21, 1537
Age: 472 
Sex: Male 
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blond
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 135 lbs
Race: White
Nationality: French

Species: Vampire
Clan: Malkavian
Generation (approx.): 6th
Known Disciplines: Subject shows very strong talent in mentally breaking others' will. Subject is a telepath of some skill, but has little knowledge of auras or clairvoiance. Subject has little knowledge of the Malkavian disciplines of insanity, but has already proven himself willing to use what he does know as a weapon. Subject is a novice at hiding himself from view, but subject's other disciplines make him a flight risk. Subject is very fast and very strong. Recommend First Team guards.

Known Disorders: Suffers from schizophrenia. Shows positive and negative symptoms. Incurable. Suspected Antisocial Personality Disorder.
Delusions: Believes Elizabeth Silver to be related in some way to his dead wife. Was captured by Ms. Silver during an attempted murder. Also believes Ziodex CEO Selene Karras to be behind "spying" at Frost Industries. Is developing a new delusion regarding the Company: Believes Company employees are all being controlled by Director Kevin Hawking via an electronic chip in the employee's brain.

Note: Examiner has advised Director In Charge to warn both Ms. Silver and Mrs. Karras. Subject shows unusually high mental strength and potential for violence. Examiner has also placed orders that no employee is to enter subject's room without First Team backup.

Subject shows extreme violent tendencies directed toward others, especially young women, ages 20-35, with dark hair and eyes, of Spanish or European descent. Subject is unpredictable around children.

Test Results: An unknown strain of DNA was found in subject's blood sample. Unknown strain stimulates subject's immune response, mental ability, and daytime activity level. Hypothesis is as follows:

1) Per Test 1A - Causes subject to be immune to normal method of blood bonding. Subject's immune response destroys bonding properties of vampiric blood. Per this immune response, subject is unable to create "ghouls" and creating vampires has a 70% failure rate.
2) Per Test 1B - Subject does not require eye or skin contact to perform telepathy or minor acts of mental domination. (Victim is able to break subject's hold fairly easily when no eye or skin contact is used) Effect seems to be limited to 100 yards.
3) Per Test 1C - Subject is active during daylight hours and seems to sleep out of habit only. Conversely, sunlight seems to be slightly more effective on the subject, perhaps due to subject's albinism.

Examiner Recommendations: Subject is too unstable to be allowed out of ward without Company control. Subject would immediately seek retribution against the Company, Ms. Silver, and Mrs. Karras. However, subject's blood test indicates that he would be far more valuable remaining as he is, rather than being "cured" of the unknown strain. Therefore, examiner recommends a vampire of the Board place hypnotic controls on the subject, and a strong aversion to Ms. Silver and Mrs. Karras.

End of File

Per Director Hawking: To be copied and distributed to Elizabeth Silver, SSS, and Selene Karras, Ziodex
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A little grammar, for those (especially people in WoW who may never read this) who have forgotten or never learned in the first place.

whose:
–pronoun
1. (the possessive case of who used as an adjective): Whose umbrella did I take? Whose is this one?
2. (the possessive case of which used as an adjective): a word whose meaning escapes me; an animal whose fur changes color.
3. the one or ones belonging to what person or persons: Whose painting won the third prize?

who's:
1. contraction of who is: Who's there?
2. contraction of who has: Who's seen it?

there:
–adverb
1. in or at that place ( opposed to here): She is there now.
2. at that point in an action, speech, etc.: He stopped there for applause.
3. in that matter, particular, or respect: His anger was justified there.
4. into or to that place; thither: We went there last year.
5. (used by way of calling attention to something or someone): There they go.
6. in or at that place where you are: Well, hi there.
–pronoun
7. (used to introduce a sentence or clause in which the verb comes before its subject or has no complement): There is no hope.
8. that place: He comes from there, too.
9. that point.
–noun
10. that state or condition: I'll introduce you to her, but you're on your own from there on.
–adjective
11. (used for emphasis, esp. after a noun modified by a demonstrative adjective): Ask that man there.
–interjection
12. (used to express satisfaction, relief, encouragement, approval, consolation, etc.): There! It's done.
Use there in a Sentence
See images of there
Search there on the Web

they're
1. contraction of they are.

their
–pronoun
1. a form of the possessive case of they used as an attributive adjective, before a noun: their home; their rights as citizens; their departure for Rome.
2. (used after an indefinite singular antecedent in place of the definite masculine form his or the definite feminine form her ): Someone left their book on the table. Did everyone bring their lunch?

your
–pronoun
1. (a form of the possessive case of you used as an attributive adjective): Your jacket is in that closet. I like your idea. Compare yours.
2. one's (used to indicate that one belonging to oneself or to any person): The consulate is your best source of information. As you go down the hill, the library is on your left.
3. (used informally to indicate all members of a group, occupation, etc., or things of a particular type): Take your factory worker, for instance. Your power brakes don't need that much servicing.

you're
1. contraction of you are: You're certain that's right?

yore
–noun
1. Chiefly Literary . time past: knights of yore.
–adverb
2. Obsolete . of old; long ago.

For you people in WoW: It is not hard to type out "please" instead of "plz", "thank you" instead of "ty", "you're welcome" with the fucking apostrophe RE instead of "yw", and for God's sake, learn the difference between the words defined above. Thank you and good night.
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META - And forward-dated like A LOT OMG
An IC/Meta response to God!Tommy
((I realize most can't read the French. They are well-known prayers taken from Catholic.Org, translated by them into French. The POINT is for anyone overhearing him to not understand what he's saying, so if you, the mun, are curious, run it through Google Translate, the translation is accurate enough.))


For days, Adrien had remained in Magadon's care, refusing to feed, to speak, or even to move. He stared at the walls of the medical facility and mumbled under his breath in French. For their part, the staff did everything they could to coax him out of the prison of his own mind, and when they failed they went about their business, summoning fomori and Dancer guards to watch Adrien should he get violent while they were tending him. Freshly scrubbed, hair trimmed neatly per order of the director, and dressed in a brand new suit, the Adrien that sat staring at the wall still managed to look just as lost and haunted as he did when he was pinned to Pepper's wall. And then, one day, before the test results could come back on his blood sample, he disappeared from his room. They should have expected his talent in mind manipulation and avoiding notice. They should have, but they didn't. Adrien was free, for now, without so much as a word preventing him from fleeing the country.

But he didn't even walk three blocks from Magadon's building. Something was in the air, something...strange. A tiny thread of something managed to slip past that impassive outer shell. Hope? Was that it? The barest trace of warmth on a mid-winter morning? He didn't even glance up, just stepped back from the line for the bus and walked towards a very different building from the one he left.

The outside of St. Vincent de Paul church in Los Angeles was familiar and comforting to the vampire. The parapets directed man's eyes upward, past stone saints and apostles, to the heavens and to God. That hadn't changed in the four hundred years since he'd last stepped foot inside a Church. The inside hadn't changed either, for all that this was the New World and not the ancient cathedral in Moulins. The wealth of God's kingdom was on display for all to see. It wasn't the decor that Adrien was concerned with, though, but the altar that stood tall in the front of the church. Would he burst into flames, as some of the legends suggested? He couldn't even find it in himself to be scared at the thought.

"Au nom du Père, et du Fils, et du Saint-Esprit." He knew the words, the gestures, so well. A touch to the forehead, to his heart, and to each shoulder when standing in front of the cross, and then he knelt in one of the pews in the back. "Je crois en Dieu, le Père tout-puissant, créateur du ciel et de la terre." I believe in God the Father, creator of Heaven and Earth. Did he? To his surprise, the answer was still, as it had been in his youth, yes. Despite the sins of centuries, here he knelt in God's house, and here he felt that old sense of peace and forgiveness. He knew this prayer so well, he spoke it with hardly a second thought. "Et en Jésus Christ, son Fils unique, notre Seigneur, qui a été conçu du Saint-Esprit, est né de la Vierge Marie, a souffert sous Ponce Pilate, a été crucifié, est mort et a été enseveli, est descendu aux enfers, le troisième jour est ressuscité des morts, est monté aux cieux, est assis à la droite de Dieu le Père tout-puissant, d'où il viendra juger les vivants et le morts. Je crois en l'Esprit Saint, à la sainte Église catholique, à la communion des saints, à la rémission des péchés, à la résurrection de la chair, à la vie éternelle."

When he finished, it was as if someone breathed life into the vampire. He could see again. He could feel, just a little. He looked around. There, a woman knelt and prayed, while her newborn slept in its carrier. Over there, a sick old man prayed for forgiveness. And walking towards him, a priest. Young, so young! Adrien shook his head. "I'm not ready for forgiveness, father. Maybe some other time." He rose and the words came unbidden to his lips. "Au nom du Père, et du Fils, et du Saint-Esprit. Amen"
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