Post by Lena on Jul 2, 2007 1:05:28 GMT -5
VENTRUE: Okay folks. We have another problem. The “kids” want to know how we tell each other apart....what makes us unique
TOREADOR: That's easy....we are all unique....special....beautiful in our own way, we--
BRUJAH: Shut the hell up. He means like what separates CLANS you panty waste.
MALK: Never waste panties....Too hard to find this time of year.
VENTRUE: Yes Brujah. What makes us....fit into a category? What makes us CLAN?
BRUJAH: yeah....just another way for the “man” to keep an eye on us.
MALK: What man?
BRUJAH: Shut up before I mash you kook.
VENTRUE: ~Sighs~
Any suggestions?
TOREADOR: Signature clothing?
TREMERE: Necklaces? Mystical pendants?
MALK: Cheese....Different cheeses assigned to each clan. There are different types to choose from you know.
BRUJAH: ~Looks to Nosferatu~
Yeah....lemme guess who Limburger is....
NOS: I heard that.
VENTRUE: I was thinking more along the lines....of a weakness.... a.... subtle flaw.
MALK: I call kryptonite!!!
BRUJAH: ~Smashes Malk on the head~
Must have a kryptonite fist. SHUT UP.
MALK: Unnrk....
VENTRUE: Okay....Brujah....yours will be your temper. For obvious reasons.
BRUJAH: TEMPER? WHAT TEMPER? ....fricking suits..... You'd be pissed to if you had to sit next to Nos and Malk.
VENTRUE: ~Coughs~
Torrie, since you love art....you will be known as the artist clan.
TOREADOR: Tragic....yet....beautiful. Agreed.
MALK: ~Small voice~ I still want kryptonite.
BRUJAH: ~SMACK~
Hehe. Temper....okay....cool.
MALK: Unnnggh.
NOS: ~Scratches his chin causing skin to flake off~
And my flaw?
VENTRUE: ~Shivers~
We'll get back to you. Gangrel. Yours will be.... every time you frenzy....you look more like an animal.
GANGREL: WHAT? What do you mean “You look more like an animal”??
VENTRUE: It starts off small....you know....fur....deep voice.... maybe horns....
GANGREL: WHAT??? Oh COME on....Torrie gets to moon over stupid drawings and I get a fricking BEAK? Yeah.... that's REAL fair....
~Grumbles into a growl~
ASSAMITE: And I?
TREMERE: You can't drink kindred blood....
~Laughs~
It's poison. Your hair falls out and you look like him.
~Points to Nos~
VENTRUE: Agreed.
NOS: Still waiting.
~Silence~
~MALK giggles~
ASSAMITE: Why does TREMERE get to pick my weakness?
TREMERE: Lump it pal.
VENTRUE: Tremere....if Assamite can't drink kindred blood.... then you have to drink from....all of your elders.
MALK: No one got kryptonite?
BRUJAH: ~BAP~
Temper....LOVE it.
VENTRUE: Lasombra....hmm......no reflection.
LASOMBRA: You should give THAT to Nos.....
NOS: Still waiting....
VENTRUE: ~coughs~
Be right with you Nos.... Is that acceptable Lasombra?
LASOMBRA: Yeah....but you guys have to tell me when I have something on my chin.
VENTRUE: No problem....Hmm....Tzimisce....Your weakness.... will be....
MALK: Having a clan name no one can say or spell?
VENTRUE: Yes. Err....No. ....You must sleep.... in your native soil.... or have some in your coffin....
GANGREL: WHAT?
I get WEBBED TOES and she has to sleep in DIRT??
TZIM: Agreed.
GANGREL: I want a new one.....
NOS: Still waiting..... Have you forgotten me?
VENTRUE: Moving right along.....Giovanni....Your kiss hurts.... no pleasure in
Your bite.
TOREADOR: You can say THAT again....
~Room looks to Torrie~
TOREADOR: Oh....sorry....was that out loud?
GIO: One off night....plagues you for your unlife....
VENTRUE: Ravnos. You are a criminal by nature.
RAVNOS: ~Gives back Ventrue's wallet~
Sorry.
VENTRUE: ~Blinks taking it~
Um....no. I meant....
~Shakes head~
Oookay. The money too....
RAVNOS: Oh....here....sorry.
NOS: When do I get one?
BRUJAH: ~Quietly~
At birth.....
~Stifled Laughter~
VENTRUE: Ahem....You over there....Setite....yours is....you don't like the light....
GANGREL: OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!! I get a set of BAT wings and he doesn't like bright lights???
MALK: Fly my little monkeys.....Fllllllyyyyyyy............
BRUJAH: ~Raises hand and Malk winces~
SET: ~Grins~
Agreed....fair and just.
~Winks~
GANGREL: He WINKED!! You two had A DEAL SET UP?? ....God DAMN snakes.....
NOS: If you continue ignoring me..... I will get UGLY.
MALK: Too late....
~Stifled laughter~
VENTRUE: Am I missing anyone?
MALK: Do I get kryptonite?
TZIM: You, little man, have ENOUGH problems....you don't need an additional flaw.
VENTRUE: Then it is settled....
NOS: You have forgotten yourself....and I.
BRUJAH: Yeah. Mr. Picky. What is YOUR flaw?
VENTRUE: ~Smiles~
I am picky....about....what I eat.....
GANGREL: ~Stands up throwing chair back~
I am LEAVING!!!
~Pointing around the room~
I get udders like a fucking COW and YOU get to sleep in DIRT? YOU are a fussy eater? YOU get to look at art....YOU....
~finger stops on Nos~
Okay....I guess it could be worse.
NOS: I get it. I am the unflawed clan.....gotcha.
BRUJAH: ~Laughs~
Yup....that's it....
VENTRUE: ~Coughs~
Meeting adjourned.
MALK: ~Leaving, very quietly singing~ You....oogly.... you oogly....and yer mama dresses you foooney....you oogly....you oogly....
TOREADOR: That's easy....we are all unique....special....beautiful in our own way, we--
BRUJAH: Shut the hell up. He means like what separates CLANS you panty waste.
MALK: Never waste panties....Too hard to find this time of year.
VENTRUE: Yes Brujah. What makes us....fit into a category? What makes us CLAN?
BRUJAH: yeah....just another way for the “man” to keep an eye on us.
MALK: What man?
BRUJAH: Shut up before I mash you kook.
VENTRUE: ~Sighs~
Any suggestions?
TOREADOR: Signature clothing?
TREMERE: Necklaces? Mystical pendants?
MALK: Cheese....Different cheeses assigned to each clan. There are different types to choose from you know.
BRUJAH: ~Looks to Nosferatu~
Yeah....lemme guess who Limburger is....
NOS: I heard that.
VENTRUE: I was thinking more along the lines....of a weakness.... a.... subtle flaw.
MALK: I call kryptonite!!!
BRUJAH: ~Smashes Malk on the head~
Must have a kryptonite fist. SHUT UP.
MALK: Unnrk....
VENTRUE: Okay....Brujah....yours will be your temper. For obvious reasons.
BRUJAH: TEMPER? WHAT TEMPER? ....fricking suits..... You'd be pissed to if you had to sit next to Nos and Malk.
VENTRUE: ~Coughs~
Torrie, since you love art....you will be known as the artist clan.
TOREADOR: Tragic....yet....beautiful. Agreed.
MALK: ~Small voice~ I still want kryptonite.
BRUJAH: ~SMACK~
Hehe. Temper....okay....cool.
MALK: Unnnggh.
NOS: ~Scratches his chin causing skin to flake off~
And my flaw?
VENTRUE: ~Shivers~
We'll get back to you. Gangrel. Yours will be.... every time you frenzy....you look more like an animal.
GANGREL: WHAT? What do you mean “You look more like an animal”??
VENTRUE: It starts off small....you know....fur....deep voice.... maybe horns....
GANGREL: WHAT??? Oh COME on....Torrie gets to moon over stupid drawings and I get a fricking BEAK? Yeah.... that's REAL fair....
~Grumbles into a growl~
ASSAMITE: And I?
TREMERE: You can't drink kindred blood....
~Laughs~
It's poison. Your hair falls out and you look like him.
~Points to Nos~
VENTRUE: Agreed.
NOS: Still waiting.
~Silence~
~MALK giggles~
ASSAMITE: Why does TREMERE get to pick my weakness?
TREMERE: Lump it pal.
VENTRUE: Tremere....if Assamite can't drink kindred blood.... then you have to drink from....all of your elders.
MALK: No one got kryptonite?
BRUJAH: ~BAP~
Temper....LOVE it.
VENTRUE: Lasombra....hmm......no reflection.
LASOMBRA: You should give THAT to Nos.....
NOS: Still waiting....
VENTRUE: ~coughs~
Be right with you Nos.... Is that acceptable Lasombra?
LASOMBRA: Yeah....but you guys have to tell me when I have something on my chin.
VENTRUE: No problem....Hmm....Tzimisce....Your weakness.... will be....
MALK: Having a clan name no one can say or spell?
VENTRUE: Yes. Err....No. ....You must sleep.... in your native soil.... or have some in your coffin....
GANGREL: WHAT?
I get WEBBED TOES and she has to sleep in DIRT??TZIM: Agreed.
GANGREL: I want a new one.....
NOS: Still waiting..... Have you forgotten me?
VENTRUE: Moving right along.....Giovanni....Your kiss hurts.... no pleasure in
Your bite.
TOREADOR: You can say THAT again....
~Room looks to Torrie~
TOREADOR: Oh....sorry....was that out loud?
GIO: One off night....plagues you for your unlife....
VENTRUE: Ravnos. You are a criminal by nature.
RAVNOS: ~Gives back Ventrue's wallet~
Sorry.
VENTRUE: ~Blinks taking it~
Um....no. I meant....
~Shakes head~
Oookay. The money too....
RAVNOS: Oh....here....sorry.
NOS: When do I get one?
BRUJAH: ~Quietly~
At birth.....
~Stifled Laughter~
VENTRUE: Ahem....You over there....Setite....yours is....you don't like the light....
GANGREL: OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!! I get a set of BAT wings and he doesn't like bright lights???
MALK: Fly my little monkeys.....Fllllllyyyyyyy............
BRUJAH: ~Raises hand and Malk winces~
SET: ~Grins~
Agreed....fair and just.
~Winks~
GANGREL: He WINKED!! You two had A DEAL SET UP?? ....God DAMN snakes.....
NOS: If you continue ignoring me..... I will get UGLY.
MALK: Too late....
~Stifled laughter~
VENTRUE: Am I missing anyone?
MALK: Do I get kryptonite?
TZIM: You, little man, have ENOUGH problems....you don't need an additional flaw.
VENTRUE: Then it is settled....
NOS: You have forgotten yourself....and I.
BRUJAH: Yeah. Mr. Picky. What is YOUR flaw?
VENTRUE: ~Smiles~
I am picky....about....what I eat.....
GANGREL: ~Stands up throwing chair back~
I am LEAVING!!!
~Pointing around the room~
I get udders like a fucking COW and YOU get to sleep in DIRT? YOU are a fussy eater? YOU get to look at art....YOU....
~finger stops on Nos~
Okay....I guess it could be worse.
NOS: I get it. I am the unflawed clan.....gotcha.
BRUJAH: ~Laughs~
Yup....that's it....
VENTRUE: ~Coughs~
Meeting adjourned.
MALK: ~Leaving, very quietly singing~ You....oogly.... you oogly....and yer mama dresses you foooney....you oogly....you oogly....