Hartford

Hartford: Thirty-second Session: Rhea

Woke up worried this evening. Yesterday’s fiasco with Mark and the letters needed resolution… I guess I’ll find out why he’s so keen on handing away this scarce chance of getting at least a partial ticket out of this place. As I left my little crypt, I Obfuscated myself. No need for any unwanted attention… Walking towards the clinic, I felt her eyes on me… Helena. What the hell did she want? Well the little pup of the heretics came to deliver a message. Apparently the Spot crew suspected me for their missing letters. She told me to immediately go see them. I wanted to tell her to go get some self respect before speaking with me next time (Seriously, a hound in a kiddiepoolers pocket so deep she is used as a messenger…), but all I said was that I didn’t have the time. Of course she told me to make time, or she’d make my life miserable, but when I reminded her, that Tauras and Katerina weren’t the only people she owed for the writ she had stolen, she backed off a bit. I was given a deadline for tonight…

After that ‘lovely’ chat, I went on towards the clinic for the next big hugfest, where I’d have to duke it out with Mark. As my todays luck would have it, there they were all three walking towards the cemetery, now we’d have to talk outside… I walked up behind them, and as they noticed nothing, had to make the hard decision whether to pick their pockets or just startle them for a lesson in awareness… I decided to go easy on them so I just asked them where we all were going. They jumped… At least that brightened my night a bit. When asked how long I had been there, I told them I was there all along… And then Mark cut to the chase – he accused, I proudly confessed, and we fought about the worth of a signature vs the feeding spot. Even though he made some valid points, giving up those letters didn’t feel right, so I fought tooth and nail to get my point across. I even told them that the signature wouldn’t go to me, but rather to Amir, who, along with Albert, just stood there dumbfounded…

After we noticed, that we were going in circles, our argument ended. Mark stormed off to Tina’s, and as soon as her name came up, Albert jumped with apparent joy, to accompany him. As they walked away, I looked at Amir, and told him his fighting skills needed work. I offered to train him. I’m no master, but the basics I can show, so we went to the clinic for a few friendly bouts.

We sparred for a while, and to my surprise,Amir wasn’t as hopeless as I originally thought. Just as things were starting to get good, Mark busted in screaming ‘STOP’ so frightfully, that it even gave me the chills. We asked him what the problem was, and he, holding up a green letter, said Daniel had all the letters he needed. I gently placed my hand on the letter, and as he let go, said ‘Now, so do we…’. After that he just walked out, not even a ‘what’s our plan’. Well, thank him and screw him… I looked atAmir, and said ‘let’s run’. There was no time to hide around, so I led Amir straight to my current crypt (he seems trustworthy enough, worst case scenario, I’ll move). Right after we picked up the letters, we set our course for the bridge. Along the way, I looked at the green message, and it said something about the sun’s first rays. We stopped. There is still time. But a new problem appeared – we’d have to find a place for daysleep near the bridge. Amir suggested we use a car, and I agreed.

WhenAmir worked on the car, I offered to check out the bridge and it’s surroundings. When I got there, it hit me – the hotel was just a stone’s throw away from the bridge… After a few facepalms, I walked under the bridge, but initial sweeps yielded no results. I had no idea about the ‘third’ or the ‘monster’… Puzzled, I went out to eat, and once full, returned to the hotel to acquire a room. Locked rooms are not easy to get here, so I bribed theadministrator with a moderate amount of my blood.

The room was nothing special, however the doors locked well, and it had a bolt, so I was satisfied. I went to a payphone and called the clinic. Amir picked up with a shaky voice. I smiled, guess he didn’t expect a call. I told him about the room, and that we should meet in the hotel half an hour early. Also that he should get the others and feed. As I hung up I thought I should feed again, after all I had given some of my blood to the administrator, and I needed to be at my best.

When I returned, there was still time, so I decided to call Oktavia. I told her about our progress, or lack of it more likely, in the demon will thingy case. Needless to say she was not impressed. To smooth things over I asked about the book I sent (also apologizing for the covers), and she said, quite proudly (or at least I hoped so), that the book was important indeed, and that it was moved to the black library. She also said that she would send word of this to father Samuelis. I hope this will make him like me more, cause I think he’s still hurt that I picked Oktavia over him.

The gang had arrived, and to my surprise, Mark tagged along. Maybe he’s not so bad… Maybe. We went to the bridge. It was empty… We all searched, and this time we managed to find what seemed like a docking place for four boats. Pick the third boat… Seemed plausible, so we waited.

Suddenly, we heard Daniel. I saw Amir and Mark change into strangers, so I jumped towards Albert and Obfuscated him and myself. Just in time too, cause Daniel came ‘round the corner, the entire group was there. Daniel started shooing us, threatening with violence, and then Albert said ‘freeze’, and they all stopped… Way to work your magic Albert… I wanted to applaud him, however he looked scared. Something about sun clearing their heads, he said, and we had to move them away from here. Albert was reluctant to go alone, so I offered to keep him company. As we moved towards Daniels place, Albert spewed some nonsense about debts and some shit. I thought he’d just wipe them clean, so I asked… Apparently, wiping all their minds would have taken a great toll on his stomach… I offered to hunt something, but there was no time, the only option left, was sharing my blood, and to my surprise he accepted. After draining me half dry, Albert managed to correct some memories forDaniels gang, and we sprinted towards the crypts.

I woke up feeling famished…Albert looked exactly how I felt. I needed to feed, so did he. I remembered a guy in my turf, who had exceptionally filling blood, but I didn’t intend to share him. Then I remembered Helena’s threat… I bet the bitch will start calling any minute now… I looked atAlbert and asked if he was ok to feed on his own, but his lips needn’t tell me the answer – of course he wasn’t… Helping him hunt was a challenge. Socializing just isn’t my thing… However he was able to find himself a girl, and start feeding. It looked so nice and tasty… I skipped out, and got to pulling him away a little too late. We rolled around in the dirt, till he got to his senses. As we stood up it was apparent that the girl was dying. There was no time to lose, so against my better judgement I ghouled her. Then I asked Albert to feed her, and get her to the clinic, and that I’d be there as fast as I could. I hopedAmir got his signature, otherwise this all shit was for nothing…

Afterwards, I went to the guy with the thick, filling blood. I was hungry and pissed off, but hopeful. I managed somehow not to drain him dry… Walking to the clinic, I wondered, if the signature was gained, would it be publicly announced, or will poor saps continue to try and get it. Anyway, maybe we could give the letters up after (with luck) gaining the signature. Those two had better not have screwed this up…

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Hartford: Thirty-second Session: Amir

It was the second evening in a row when the first thing I saw after waking up was Mark. He doesn’t waste any time, does he? He wanted to find Rhea and confront her about the letters. I decided to play along, since I didn’t want him to find out that I knew she had them. Well, not knew, per se, but strongly suspected. Albert joined us and we went to our old crypt, since it was the only location I could think of where she might’ve been. In a way, that’s very clever of her, although it does indicate a certain lack of trust in us. But again, should she trust us? Should anyone trust anyone? These doubts are getting more annoying than my lust for Felix.

Just when we started wondering where Rhea might be, suddenly, out of the blue, we heard a voice say “I was always here”. We turned around, and guess who it was? I don’t like to admit it, but she startled me. Maybe because I’ve been on edge lately, or maybe because I’m a coward. Nope, I’m definitely a coward. Mark didn’t waste any time here either, as he went straight to business. He wanted Rhea to admit having stolen the letters, and, to my surprise, she did. That was a bit unexpected. They started arguing about whose idea was more beneficial to the group and I must admit, in a way, I agreed with them both. Mark wanted to secure us a feeding spot, and Rhea wanted to give one of us a boost in the kiddie pool food chain. One thing I really didn’t want was to get involved in all this and that was exactly what they were trying to do. I was the “nominee” for the feeding grounds in the Spot as well as the main “candidate” for the signature – both features, although immensely flattering, I clearly did not deserve. And then they asked for my opinion. I didn’t know what to say, nor did I know whom to support, so I stuttered like a fool without actually contributing to the argument. Luckily, the conflict was soon resolved as Mark gave it up and went to Tina. Albert volunteered to join him, which was not that surprising. I knew something was up between Tina and him, and although I know it’s none of my business (I’m not usually so nosy), I guess I got really curious about the nature of their relationship. Maybe because romance is a thing we usually associate with humans and I’m trying desperately to cling to my humanity.

When they left, Rhea offered to teach me how to fight. I agreed, since I obviously needed guidance in the field. As far as fighting is concerned, I’m both a coward and a wimp. A lovely combination indeed. I guess rock climbing doesn’t prepare you for a fist fight. As we walked back to the crypt, we talked about the letters and I expressed my thoughts on the matter. Not that it mattered any more, since it was already decided. I admit, I did feel bad about Mark a little. If his intentions were what he said they were, his plan might’ve been highly beneficial in the long run. On the other hand, how long are we gonna stay here? Years? Decades? A signature, no, a chance for a signature is something really rare, on the other hand. So giving one up might not be a wise choice. At the same time, expecting that we’ll get enough signatures for the whole team isn’t wise either. It’s only a matter of time before we split up. We’ve got to make the most of our teamwork before that happens, I guess.

Turned out Rhea knew quite a few useful fighting moves, so I definitely had a lot to learn. We don’t spend much time together lately, so I wanted to enjoy the training session as much as I could, before Mark came and yelled at us (to get our attention, I assume). Now I know he’s a Nosferatu, but I’ve known him for some time now, and that was the first time he looked really scary. Great, scared twice in the same day… He brought a green letter, which he got from Donald. Luckily, it was the exact colour Rhea was missing. Mark told us that Daniel had also collected all the letters, so we had to act fast – only one vampire would get that signature.

Mark and Albert left once again and Rhea and I started planning. She led me to her current whereabouts, which was another crypt in the cemetery. I assume I was the first one to see. In fact, that was not the first big secret she’d shared with me only. I guess she trusts me and I value it deeply.

Now that she had the whole set, we were able to read all the messages. The instructions said we had to come to the Founders Bridge at the first rays of the sun and pick the third… The third what? Great, more mysteries. To make the matters worse, the last message was “I am God’s Holy Monster.” Hah… My mom would immediately ask “Which God’s?”. That wouldn’t solve the mystery though. We already knew where the Founders Bridge was, so we had the where covered. It was the when that posed a difficulty, since it was clear what “the first rays of the sun” implied… I suggested getting a car to the bridge; we could cover the windows with something thick, like a torn body bag. Rhea agreed and she went to investigate the bridge.

Later, she called me on the phone and informed about a change in plans. She decided to spend the day in the hotel and, as it later turned out, she even got as a room with a lock. When Albert and Mark returned, I told them about the plan and we went to the hotel to meet up with Rhea.

We stopped to feed on the way there. I thought it was the right moment to talk to Mark about the Ordo Dracul. Now I know I wasn’t too thrilled to join any of those sects at first, and frankly, I’m still not too happy about it, but I realise joining one might benefit me greatly. The Dragons do all sorts of research and this is exactly what I need right now – I need to understand my current condition from a scientific point of view. Or at least as scientific as it is possible. Mark told me many things about the dragons, and the importance of their studies was one of them. “A Dragon has no loyalties above his studies.” That sounds reasonable. The Dragons are also interested in using our condition to their advantage, to become better, stronger, more resilient. I remember I once talked to Gerardas about becoming human again. He’d told me that the Dragons were among those who’d come closest to achieving that goal. If that is true, joining Ordo Dracul is something I must seriously consider. On the other hand, Mark was rather vague about the joining conditions. He told me he’d give a recommendation on my behalf. How thoughtful of him. And this, once again, brings me to the topic, which would probably keep me awake during the day weren’t I a vampire (though if I weren’t, I wouldn’t have to think about these things in the first place). Do I trust him? Does he have an ulterior motive? The thing that put me off in the beginning was his eagerness to get me into Ordo. But maybe he just wanted to be helpful. I guess there’s only one way to find out. I’ve got to take the red pill. I wonder if it comes with a leather trenchcoat and insane acrobatics?

When we reached the hotel, we took Rhea and immediately went to the bridge. We only had half-an-hour before the sunset. So there was the bridge. And now what? We had to pick the third out of… something. Well, I picked a rock. This was pointless. Maybe we’d misinterpreted the message? Then we noticed some of the grass broken by the shore… It looked like spaces for boats. Four boats! Are we supposed to wait for boats? At this hour?

Suddenly, we heard voices. It was Daniel and his gang. Sure took them a while to come here, though. Rhea quickly obfuscated Albert and we all sat in the places where the boats were supposed to be. When the gang reached us, Daniel told us to get out, but neither of us replied. I, personally, didn’t know what to say. A conflict was imminent, or so I thought. Albert, however, turned out to be a quick thinker (I’m not surprised). When Daniel called out again, he dominated the poor schmuck and the rest of his team. Oh the irony. I can only imagine how mad he might be if he remembers the whole ordeal afterwards.

The sun was soon to rise, so Albert and Rhea took off with Daniel’s gang, leaving Mark and me to wait for… for something. I wanted to believe that the boats would show up at the last minute, but we could already see the first rays of the sun and they weren’t there. To say I panicked was an understatement. We’d gone so far, it couldn’t just end like this. And then…

Well, the next thing I remember was a sharp pain and Mark’s face when I opened my eyes. Then he disappeared. Then the pain again. The boats. The boats were there. I must’ve fallen asleep. When I was steady on my feet, we had to choose the third boat. But which one was the third? All four boats stood there in front of us. We decided to board two different boats – I chose the second on the left, and Mark went for the second on the right. The man on the boat asked for a password. Of course! That God nonsense! I uttered the last sentence from the letters and the man motioned towards a barrel. I crept in and as he closed the lid, we began moving. We sailed for a while, I wasn’t even sure how long, when the lid was lifted and the sun cut at my skin like a thousand knives. It’s a pity, really. I cannot express how much I missed the sun, and yet it was so deadly at the same time. What a poetic way to die, though. I’ll definitely consider it, if it comes to this.

The next moment my barrel was knocked over and I fell into the water. It took me a while to realise I picked the wrong boat. Did it mean that Mark picked the right one? I sure hoped so… Though I felt it was Rhea who was supposed to be there, yet I shouldn’t exclude Mark, either. If anything I was the least worthy to claim that victory. And so I ended up in a river, tired and wounded… I tried swimming against the current, since if I remembered correctly, it was the right direction towards Kiddie Pool. After a while I saw a cave. I felt like I should rest there, at least until the sunset.

When I woke up, the water was black. I swam to the shore and saw Felix, of all people, standing on the river bank looking angrily at me. Suddenly that cave being there made a lot of sense. Talk about invading privacy… That, in fact, was the matter he wanted to… discuss with me. He likes to look threatening, but he doesn’t look like an idiot, so frankly, most of his threats seem more like bluff. Or at least I am biased against people who throw threats left and right without a valid reason. Though, is there really a valid reason for threats? It wasn’t fear that made me talk, either. I just didn’t want him to think I went to his cave on purpose. I told him the whole story and I think he believed me, though he didn’t seem amused by the whole thing. Dammit, man, what do you find interesting? Don’t tell me you sleep 20 hours a day like a lion… A lion who lives underwater. Merfasa… Haha…

He turned around to leave and I remembered that I wanted to ask him about demons and will workers. As with the whole letter-hunting ordeal, he said he didn’t know anything about them. Will I become so disinterested with my surroundings when (if!) I get out of kiddie pool? He told me to live simple and not involve myself in anything of the sort, to which I said that I only got into it to help a friend. Well, a friend of a friend, to be more accurate, but still. His answer was the same.

We talked about friendship and again, what was it – the third time today? Indeed, the third time today I was reminded not to trust anyone. I tried to argue with him, yet deep down I agreed with most of what he said. No coterie ever stays together for long. I won’t argue with that, but it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t form coteries. Surviving on your own is nearly impossible, and although we aren’t human anymore, we still have the instinct to get into groups, I guess. Plus, even if the coterie brakes up, there could still be someone who you’d consider a friend.

But then he brought up backstabbing, which made me think – was he betrayed? Maybe he was so bitter about forming friendships because he was once badly burned? He said getting too attached to people is too big of a risk to take, but isn’t it worth it? Doesn’t what you gain from a friendship make it worth the risk? And there I remembered my younger self, when I was very skeptical of romantic relationships. Frankly, I still am – I hold friendship above romance, and the only way a romantic relationship can have any value at all is if it’s based on friendship. But it wasn’t a bad experience that formed my opinion, it was… Well, it was mistrust. I used to have a hard time letting people get too close to me, and love seemed like something incredibly irrational, and, worst of all, uncontrollable.

I don’t know what happened in Felix’s life, and I didn’t want to ask any unnecessary questions. However, our conversation got me thinking about things. He said there hadn’t been a single coterie that stuck together after getting out of the kiddie pool and that there was a reason why the elders didn’t form coteries. So is my attachment to my coterie a remnant of my denial? My inability to accept the inevitable, embrace my condition?

Live a simple life and don’t get into unnecessary trouble… Easier said and done. He didn’t continue the conversation too long and I didn’t have anything to say to him either. Frankly, I still can’t understand why I’m so attracted to Captain Grumpy. When he left, I decided to stay on the river bank for a while, in case… In case Mark showed up.

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Hartford: Thirty-second Session: Markas

This evening was like no other. When we woke up I talked with the rest of the coterie and we decided to talk to Rhea. After finding her, we had a long conversation about our coterie and our needs. She is so stubborn, we could have had the point for our selves. But I saw that Rhea cares for our coterie, she wanted Amir to get those letters. I left the decision making to Amir. They went with Rhea’s plan. It’s not like I am putting my ass in danger for them or anything… Teodoras will be angry at me… Really really angry at me…
I with Albertas went toTina’s place. She greeted only him, but not me, I wonder what I did wrong. I wanted her advice on the coil, but Tina was too distracted. Also she doesn’t know much about Erika’s and Daniel’s fight, that was really disappointing, the only people that know are the one’s that I don’t want to ask.
I had a meeting at 12 near hotel with the Carthians. I saw Daniel with his friends, which was very odd. I took some measures and went inside of the hotel obfuscated, just in case. Antonijus was there without my brother, so they weren’t collaborating together. Daniel explained that Donald might pose a threat to use, I took it like an insult to my strength, but I kept my mouth shut. Anthonijus explained that he set up a meeting with Donald at the garage. We all went there and confronted Donald. That clever bastard tried to lie that Albertas changed his memory… I give some credit for that… But Antonijus saw that I didn’t lie. Both Daniel and Antonijus beat the crap out of Donald left him there beaten up. Also they took his letters and we split them equally, almost equally. I got only the green letter and a bike. Why did I take the bike??
At the clinic I found Amir and Rhea fighting. I used nightmare and yelled at them so they would stop. It seems they were just training. I gave Rhea the last letter, to our luck it was the last one. Like us, Daniel had full set of them, but at this point I didn’t even care who will win this competition, it was splitting us all apart… Rhea went doing her own stuff while I with Albertas went to see Donald. He was in a bad shape. I wanted to ask what he was going to do, but he was too pissed at me. He explained that Erika was responsible for that death and that she was stupid not to cover up. I blackmailed Donald that I will tell everything to Sarkejus and he asked me to stay quiet in return he would owe me. I took that gamble, beaten up, lost all friends, nobody will trust him again. Sure he brought that upon himself, but if by any chance he will rise, I will have a favor from him.
When I returned to the clinic with Albertas, Amir told us about the plan. We went hunting. Before that, Amir asked about the Dragons and I told him, though I might have skipped several components, but Amir is an atheist, he would deny the Dragons. I really want that Amir would join the Dragons out of all in the kiddy pool, he is the best candidate for Ordo. I hope he will come to his senses soon enough.
After feeding the letters let us to the bridge. We found a place where 4 boats make shore and we waited. We heard Daniels group approaching. I knew that we will have to fight for this signature, there was no way to hide Albertas, he was the only one without obfuscate powers. To my surprise, Rhea was able to hide him, she is really advanced with obfuscate even at this age. I didn’t know what to do even if we were hidden. Should we fight Daniel… Should we run… I didn’t nothing… Albertas used his dominate to control Daniel’s group. That was going to stop fighting, but what will happen when Daniel finds out that Albertas used dominate on him. He hit me for asking to use dominate on others, but now… Albertas is going to be beaten up really badly… I will not be able to save him… But I will try… Albertas and Rhea left with Daniel and the others, I don’t know where though.
It was almost morning. I saw the boats on the first rays of the sun. Amir went to sleep… I didn’t think he was this weak willed. He needs to be improved. I woke him up, exposing my self and him to the sun. That really hurt… He woke up, just to go down again. I woke him up again and now for long. It said “Choose the third one”. I let Amir to choose which one he wants and I would go to the second one. I was in panic because the sun was up, though we were safe for now. After boarding the boats ghouls showed us the barrels. After that I don’t know what happened, I went to sleep. I woke up in very fancy room. When I opened the doors a man was waiting for me. He showed me to my grandfather, that wasn’t a surprise. I asked him that he would give that signature to Amir, but he refused it, said he isn’t worthy, who am I to disagree?? But how will I explain it to the coterie?? Rhea will hate me… But in my defense I let Amir choose the boat that he wanted to go and I boarded the other one. I guess what happened to him. Is he here somewhere or he was dropped into the water by the ghouls?? I hope he is alive. My grandfather drunk my blood and left a mark, that was his signature and ordered me to sleep. Said I will wake up tomorrow in the kiddie pool.

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Hartford: Thirty First Session

One of the players expressed a thought, that I should do the usual event report next to these. What do you think? Are these enough?

Hartford: Thirty-first Session: Albert
Hartford: Thirty-first Session: Mark
Hartford: Thirty-first Session: Amir

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Hartford: Thirty-first Session: Albert
Asking questions, getting answers

Detective work with Mark. Waking up early at night I usually don’t expect to be greeted by Mark, but it just so happened that he did not run off into another adventure of his and actually came up and asked for my help. How thrilled was I to know that he finally needed me for something! “Now’s my time to shine” I thought. Mark explained that he needed me to infiltrate the mind of a certain individual to get him to talk honestly AND that individual happened to be Donaldas, who kind of took that letter and never came back… I guess this might actually be even more fun that it should..

We found Donaldas with a few friends, but Mark managed to persuade him into going somewhere more private, though cheating bastard insisted on taking Antonijus with him. Oh well, I’ve Dominated more people before… Well.. These weren’t people, but there was no backing off now. And oh boy was it a good idea not to back off. I got Donaldas to talk truthfully, while dominating Antonijus just to keep things smooth. Mark asked if Donaldas stole the letters, he said no (to my slight surprise). Mark then asked if Donaldas betrayed Erika. Get this – not only did he betray her, but he did so in hope of getting into the Invictus! I guess I found my competitor, and his position, was not looking too good.. Heheheh…

After a bit of memory-altering I felt a bit peckish, so I asked Mark if I could feed somewhere. He showed me a cafe, so I went in, Dominated a random person sitting at a table, and drank some blood. I pulled it off so smoothly that I thought I could actually kill the man and take his corpse without anyone noticing.. Well, at least my beast did..

We then made way to Tina’s house, since Mark seemed to have things under control I decided to just chit-chat with Tina. I can’t help but feel that I’m starting to like coming here, she’s always so welcoming and looks like someone I can trust.. Perhaps she’s in need of someone to trust as well..? Though she lives withAlbert, but I’ll take a wild guess and say that it’s not for his looks… Probably just friends..

Am I.. Being jealous..?

I’m still the better Albert.

Making a deal. Afterwards, I needed to meet up with Helena. If I’m going to make it to Sandy’s party, I need to do it in a legal fashion.. Well, at least as legally as possible. Since they’ve been hanging out a lot (which is a bit worrisome..) I needed to get Helena’s permission. To my surprise she was quite enthusiastic and agreed to allow this for a favor. I was hoping that she’d trial me, or do some other stuff, just to see if I can be trusted, but she seemed pretty fine with the idea of me leaving. Happy even… Well, that’s odd.. But I guess I should be thankful, it is Christmas after all..

Unexpected expert. Having been through quite a lot that night I decided it was a good time to take a little break. And what better place to do that than at Tina’s? Darn, it feel silly, I’ve already been there this night, but I want to see her again.. Hmmmh..

As always, Tina was nice, like a good friend.. (Maybe even more than a friend..?) I then remembered Sam.. So I asked Tina about some devil and willworker stuff. To my surprise she knew a lot about them (God bless the Dragons I guess). She explained that in order to distinguish between a demon and a willworker I’d need to taste their blood. Well, yeah.. That’s not exactly helpful, but maybe I’ll think of something.. Still, Tina is one smart girl..

Mark’s secrets. When we woke up Mark told us what he’s been up to. He shared his idea to get the feeding grounds from Teodoras and Barbara. He then suggested that I should have it. A club… I quickly thought about it and proposed that the feeding grounds should go to Amir, he’s been here for longer anyway, and I could get his lands instead. (They are close to Tina’s, too!). Well, I guess in order to negotiate any further we first need to get the lands, so we quickly moved over to another topic – animal blood.

More specifically, blood from a slaughter house, blood we could use ourselves! No more risk of harming humans! Now that’s a pretty sweet idea. And it seemed like Tina was also involved in this. I guess I could see her even more often, cool..

My little kitty. No, seriously. Ever since I woke up I had the urge to per a kitten. I always liked cats and it had been a while since I held one, so I shared my idea with Amir. He did not seemed too pleased with the idea… I guess there is always a hater in the group.. Oh well..

We did find a kitten and I used my powers to get him to come closer (as kitties do tend to run away at first.. Silly beings..) I made him purr and do all sorts of sweet kitty things, but Amir was not amused. If a cat can’t cheer a person up, I guess nothing can.. Oh well, I decided to demonstrate how a cat can also be useful, so I made him go into a nearby house. Amir did seem sort of impressed, though most likely not by the cat, but by the fact that I made the cat do that. Oh well, it’s something..

I then spent the rest of the night sketching. A few lines here, there… and.. It seemed.. Complete.. I showed the sketch to Amir. He said it was pretty nice. Hmmmm… I’ve been sketching for a while, perhaps it is time to kick this up a notch? I could use some sort of income, and architects do tend to be weird.. Sometimes, at least… I’d probably fit in pretty well.. Maybe next night, I’ll send in a few letters..

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Hartford: Thirty-first Session: Mark
Mark in work

I woke up in the morning with one goal in mind – to find those letters, so I decided to go with Albertas to investigate, since him being Ventrue was also a sign that he probably used his powers. Amir tagged along as well. My first suspect was Donaldas, but not only because Erika screamed “Betrayer” at him. I didn’t know where he lived so we walked around the street looking for him and soon we met the whole gang, well, what was left of it. Donaldas didn’t want to talk to me and Albertas alone, which was smart of him, so he asked Antonijus to tag along, which didn’t really change a thing. After Albertas dominated both of them, I asked Donaldas about the letters. He told me he didn’t steal them, and I also learnt that he was responsible for the death of Erika, which was a bit shocking. Albertas released them from his grip and we talked our way out of it. Later Albertas wanted to feed, so I led him to the restaurant where I usually fed, and while he was there, I told Amiras about our findings.

Afterwards we went to Tina’s place, because my next suspect was Tina’s Albert. I don’t trust him, because I saw him using Obfuscate, and he is Sanctified. After all, none of them is to be trusted, unless I want to die. While Albertas distracted Tina, and Amiras was being Amiras, I intimidated the other Albertas. However, this interogation wasn’t fruitful as well, since he told me he wasn’t the one who stole the letters. I believed him somewhat because he seemed calm when he talked about it. After our little chit-chat Tina requested a meeting with me, and I wondered what it was all about.

Later Albertas went his ways, while Amiras and I found Daniel. I told him about Donald. He was very pissed at him, but he was even more pissed at me, because dominate was used. I got punched in the face, and maybe I deserved it, but Donald deserves it even more. Also, Daniel grew in my eyes a bit, since he doesn’t want to use dominate to fuck people up, even though he has the power to do it. Amiras had an argument with Daniel, but I stopped it, since Daniel was pissed enough for today.

Amiras and I went to see Rhea about the letters, as she was the last suspect, but she gave me no answer and yelled at me for caring more about others than my own coterie. Typical stupid Sanctified and their idiotic beliefs… Doesn’t she see that us getting a feeding place for one of our coterie is more valuable that one signature..? She doesn’t understand it at all… We will need to talk to her later… If we find her, that is.

The last thing that we did that night was that Amiras and I went to Teodoras and Barbara’s place. I told Teodoras about my findings and he said he would talk to Albert, while I should talk to Rhea. He also confirmed that a place at the spot would be available for one of us as soon as he or Barbara left the kiddie pool. Amiras had his own plans for the night. He asked Barbara to tell him the origin of the clans. I have heard them all, but the interesting part was which of them were Barbara’s favourites. Her favourite nosferatu story was grotesque at least, but our clan is the most grotesque after all. Feeling a bit peckish I went to feed.

The next day Amiras asked me what plan I was going to talk about with Tina, and I explained that I wanted to proceed with my slaughterhouse plan that I mentioned to him before, and that maybe Tina would help us. I didn’t tell him that it involved Kendalas, but I don’t think it is that important if we get sufficient blood for our coterie. Though I could have involved just our coterie, but then I wouldn’t be able to make allies with my Ordo Dracul covenant.

I went to Tina’s place. She was kind enough to warn me about the elders who were concerned about my elisions. I reassured her that my elisions were in the right place, though I wasn’t making any progress in my studies.

At the carthian meeting Antonijus yelled at me for using dominate on him, even though it wasn’t planned from my side. He threatened me, but I stayed quiet – I knew that it wasn’t the right place to talk. After the yelling, we decided that tomorrow we would confront Donaldas and teach him about the betrayal. After I left, Daniel and Antonijus talked in private, I guess about me and my actions. I suppose they will want to kick me out of the carthians, which I won’t mind, I guess.

After the meeting took place I went to the hotel and retrieved the book that my mentor sent me. Then I went to Tina’s place. She mentioned some things about the coil, but nothing useful in particular. Also, she wanted me to cut my ties with Daniel, but I told her that he wasn’t that bad of a guy and he was one of the best ventrue I knew.

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Hartford: Thirty-first Session: Amir

When I left my room early in the evening, Mark was already plotting something with Albert. I soon learned that Mark needed Albert’s powers. He told us that he suspected three vampires of stealing Teodoras’s letters: Donaldas, Tina’s Albert and Rhea. Rhea? Of course! That must be it. Although I don’t want to jump to conclusions, that would definitely explain where she got all the letters from. She’d told me she was missing only one. However, she didn’t necessarily steal them from Teodoras. I mean, we don’t know which colour his were (well, at least I don’t) and she certainly isn’t the only one with the reputation for theft either. Donaldas had taken Albert’s letter from him. He might’ve stolen Teodoras’s too. The problem is, you need skills to steal from someone like Teodoras and that doesn’t help Rhea’s case. At that point, this was my final conclusion, as I needed more evidence for any further judgement. And I don’t mean “judgement” in the sense that I judged Rhea for what she could’ve committed. Oh no, I don’t think there is anything to judge her for, seeing how the only way to win the challenge is to steal other people’s letters. If this is Rhea, then I admire her ingenuity.

Mark asked me if I wanted to join Albert and him, and all three of us left to Donaldas’s territory. It’s funny, ever since Haruo’s death I had this… this craving, a craving to fight someone, or rather, to beat someone up. It’s incredibly annoying, yet at the same time, the very thought of it is exhilarating. I guess it’s my beast’s way of dealing with loss. Not very mature, beast… Though I had a feeling that the emotion might prove to be useful if the situation with Donaldas turned into a conflict.

We didn’t have to search long, as Donaldas and two others drove by on their motorcycles and stopped by the bar. Mark convinced Donaldas to talk in private, however he wanted Albert to go with them, so Donaldas called Antonijus, and what do you know – it wasn’t really private anymore. I stayed outside with Zacharajus and we chatted. He asked me if I knew what Mark wanted to talk about, but I told him I had no clue. He got surprised, but the thing is, I often don’t know what Mark is up to. I guess he has his reasons, but it doesn’t mean it’s not one bit annoying. Zacharajus seemed to think so himself, as he asked me if I could really trust a guy who kept secrets from his coterie. He was right. I couldn’t. I mean, not that I didn’t want to. I think of those three as my family and I’d like to think that I trust them unconditionally, but I guess lying to myself is much harder than it seems. I used to trust Tauras and look at how our relationship turned out. I told Zacharajus I didn’t trust anyone and he said it was smart of me, yet I didn’t feel very smart. On another note, Zacharajus sounded really hostile about Mark. He even called him a “weakling”. I wonder if there are any serious reasons for this hatred, or does their relationship simply follow the typical pattern of sibling hostility, so common to our kind. Well, I haven’t spoken to my “sister” Nadija ever since I came to this wretched place.

When Mark and Albert came back, we made a pit stop at Mark’s cafe, where he let Albert feed. While we waited, he told me about his conversation with Donaldas. Apparently, the guy didn’t steal the letters, which narrowed down the suspect list to two individuals. Unless there are people Mark didn’t consider. Like Barbara. I know it sounds crazy, but what if she’s secretly plotting against Teodoras? This place corrupts everyone, and if I remember correctly, those two have been here the longest. However, Donaldas’s “innocence” wasn’t Mark’s biggest finding. In fact, he turned out to be anything but innocent, as he confessed to betraying Erika, which lead to her execution. Mark said it was a good reason to beat the crap out of him. Well, good enough for me.

When Albert finished feeding we went to Tina, where Mark started interrogating the other Albert about the letters. And believe me, interrogating is the right way to put it. He was very assertive and sounded almost threatening, but Albert assured him he didn’t steal the letters. Meanwhile, our Albert was chatting to Tina. At first I didn’t give it much thought, but then I noticed how familiar their tone was. It was like they had a history together. Well, that was curious. I didn’t pay too much attention to their conversation, though, since I couldn’t take my mind of the horrible colour scheme of their living room… Ugh, who designed their interior? Andy Warhol?

Next stop was Daniel. I was surprised that Daniel’s “torpor incident” didn’t affect his relationship with Mark. We found Daniel behind the house and Mark went straight to the point, as he usually does. When Daniel heard that Mark asked Albert to use dominate on Donaldas, he got really angry and he punched Mark. I sure didn’t expect such a reaction, and I’m guessing neither did Mark. I asked Daniel what was wrong with dominate. After all, he was Ventrue, wasn’t he? My question seemed to anger him even more. He called it “mind rape” and when I disagreed, he told me to go, erm, let’s just say he’s not a man of astonishing eloquence. It made me remember Tauras. He always hated using that power on others. Maybe they are right, maybe it is mind rape. But most of our powers are like that, I guess. They do harm. Some physical, some mental. But dominate is surely useful. Plus, if you use it cautiously, it doesn’t seem to cause any negative effects. In any case, Mark wanted to find Rhea.

Finding her wasn’t easy, but getting her to talk proved to be even more difficult. She was insulted by the question and stormed off without giving a proper answer. Was it suspicious? You bet. I don’t think Mark is going to let it go that easily.

At about 3 am Mark and I went to Teodoras and Barbara. He wanted to talk about the letters and I wanted to learn more about vampire origins. Usually, I disregard such stories as silly fables, yet under the circumstances some of those fables might be more truthful that the things I have considered facts most of my life.

When we got there, Barbara was the one to open the door. She seems like a nice person, it’s almost unbelievable, really. Whenever I talk to her or Teodoras, I feel like I’m talking to someone… someone human. Even when the topic is the supernatural. Or maybe I’m just biased because I like them. I like how serious, yet laid-back they are. Mark told Teodoras about his “investigation” and drew his conclusion. The conclusion was that although he’d like it to be Albert who committed the theft, Rhea was from Lancea et Sanctum, and, as he put it, “Lancea is not to be trusted”. At first Teodoras suspected Mark of trying to cover for Rhea, but Mark reassured him and they reached an agreement. Teodoras confirmed that their previous arrangement was still valid, meaning that when he or Barbara got their last signature, one of our coterie would get to fill their place at the Point. Heh… Mark’s really building himself a comfy nest in the kiddie pool. It’s a matter of time before he leaves the coterie. It’s just like Tauras all over again.

Barbara told me various origin stories of different clans. They all sounded like fairy tales, even the one she personally believed in. One of the origin stories for Nosferatu was literally a famous fairy tale, or at least, as Barbara said, the fairy tale was based on the origin story. It was Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. You know, Disney’s first animated feature film from 1937. Or the German fairy tale if you’re more of a bookish type. Huh, does that mean the first Nosferatu were German?

The thing is, I really don’t want to believe all this, but I feel like my unconscious has already made the decision for me. Sure, all those stories sound like they were written to scare little children, but maybe that’s only the surface? The ornament they gained over the centuries of oral tradition – each story teller adding their own details, putting the stories through their own prism of interpretation, and yet at the very core there is truth. Be it supernatural and scientifically inexplicable, it could still be the truth, as real and as valid as the so called scientific facts. Look at me, I’m already starting to doubt science. And I should. If I am to find the truth in all this, I need to doubt everything. My mind should be clear, like a clean slate… Tabula rasa.

The truth is, I need information. And not just fables and folklore, I need research. Even the supernatural can be scientifically analyzed, at least to some extent, and there are people who specialize in the field. I need to talk to Mark.


The next day was pretty much uneventful. I thought about going to see Felix, but I decided not to. I really want to see him, but at the same time I’m afraid of being rejected. What do I say to him? Do I ask him something? Maybe he knows something about demons or will workers? Although I doubt it. He seems generally disinterested in what is happening in the kiddie pool and clearly doesn’t want to be disturbed. Or he does, but he wants someone worthwhile to… disturb him. I guess I should start working on my witty remarks then.

We began yet another evening with Mark telling us something. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. It was a good change of pace, especially after all his secrecy and constant absence. What he told us, however, made me feel a little guilty. He told Albert about his conversation with Teodoras and he said he wanted him to take the place when it was empty. What shocked me more was that Albert wanted me to take that place. I don’t deserve it. I did nothing to earn that spot. However, Albert said he didn’t like the kind of feeding the Spot offered, but I don’t know if I’m up to it either. I’m not very good at socializing. Well, anyway, that wasn’t Mark’s only news. He also told us about the plans he made with Tina to get animal blood from the nearby slaughterhouse. All this time I was sitting here feeling sorry for myself while he was doing things – useful things – and all I ever thought of him was that he was a selfish prick. Turns out I’m the one who’s selfish. Mark cares about us more that I thought he did. Of course, there could be an ulterior motive, but doesn’t every one of us have one? We all want to get out, right? And it’s obvious we won’t get out as a coterie. Someone is going to be left behind. I want to believe he’s doing it out of friendship. I know it’s naive, but it gives me comfort. Great, now I talk like a religious person. What’s next, I’m going to start talking to Allah? Or that Christian god? Does he have a name, or is it just God with a capital G?

When Mark left, Albert told me he wanted to find a cat. Yes, a cat. Of all the things he could be doing with his time… To my surprise, it didn’t take him long to find one. On top of that, it didn’t seem to be frightened and it came to him the moment he called it. At first I failed to see any benefit in all this. Personally, I don’t really like cats or dogs, mainly because they shed fur everywhere and tend to damage furniture, but then I remembered Katerina’s hawk. He served as her messenger. What if Albert had similar powers? I watched him as he gave the cat a command to enter a house through the pet flap… and it did. He definitely has a way with animals.

Albert also showed me a sketch of a house. He’s really good at that. It made me think what his life would’ve been like if it hadn’t been stolen from him. He’d probably be a successful architect. Maybe he can still be one? It’s not like that job requires a 9 to 5 timetable or excessive communication with people.

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Hartford: Thirtieth Session
From the minds of the characters

This week, we did things a bit differently. That is each of the characters who participated (Amir, Albert and Rhea) wrote up his version of events. So we got three write ups. Here they are:

Hartford: Thirtieth Session: Amir
Hartford: Thirtieth Session: Albert
Hartford: Thirtieth Session: Rhea

Also I filled out tons of characters in Character part of Obsidian Portal so check out that place for new write ups on new characters. Next week, I’ll list precisely which ones where added as new, but this week gained tons of new characters there, so just check it out.

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Hartford: Thirtieth Session: Albert

Meeting Sandy. Ah, Christmas. A wonderful time for mortals, why not make it wonderful for myself too..? I met Sandy at the garages, like we’ve agreed. I showed her my sketches, she seemed to like my work, she even asked if this was ever going to be built… That’s not a bad idea.. Maybe one day..

She wondered why I hadn’t I come to the parties with her, she’s been inviting me ever since. I tried to explain that I’m not a club person (I’m REALLY not), but she didn’t seem convinced.. Well, shit.. Anyway, I’ve agreed to come to a party next week. I then gave her the necklace I bought earlier and we parted ways. (She also kissed me on the cheek, fuck I going to that party even if it’s the last thing I do).

I’ll probably need to pay Helena a visit.. Maybe she’ll understand?

Visiting the devil. Again. I met Amir and Rhea at the clinic and we’ve agreed to try and see whether the devil can sense invisible or disguised kindred. Since I posses none of those powers I tried to keep my cool and ask a few questions about how the deals work while keeping an eye on what Amir was doing. He, on the other hand, bought a poster for 50 bucks. 50_ fucking_ bucks for a poster, not exactly a bargain… But hey, at least he didn’t sell his soul.. And the poster does look pretty nice. Maybe we can use it to cover up that little dirt spot that just won’t come off.

Rhea did not seem to attract any attention, or so I think, I didn’t really see her either.

All in all, I don’t think we learned much from this experience, but it was something nonetheless.

Amirs buddies. While hanging out at the clinic, pondering on my future talk with Helena, I was greeted by Amir and Rhea, who returned from a long night out. They seemed a bit shaken, worried even. They then told me about Amirs buddies, who were seeking revenge for the death of his friend. (Maybe that’s what’s bugging Amir the whole time?) The “friends” or whatever should we call them wanted to meet Amir during the day. Which is a big no-no for us. They wanted to send in Sam instead, but I preferred not to send in my best friend to greet an angry mob. We then agreed that I’d use my powers to convince a random stranger to talk the “friends” into meeting Amir during the evening.

I actually liked this deal, I was actually helping my friends, who helped me before countless times, so it felt pretty good.

We did manage to find a mortal, and I easily mesmerized him into doing what I wanted. But since it had to happen during the day we had to stay up. I never had problems staying up late, but let me tell you, that was something completely different – as if I was a machine that was half-unplugged from it’s socket, trying to maintain some sort of consciousness while dazing on and off into the sweet sweet world of dreams. But, regardless, I was able to dominate the poor man.. But I just can’t stop the feeling that my choice of words… Or plan.. Was a bit.. Erm.. Off. Well, I hope nothing bad will happen..

Tinas plan. next night I felt like shit. As if I hadn’t slept for weeks, so I decided to keep things easy and meet up with Tina. To my luck, she was home, so we had a little talk. I expressed my worries about how the Carthian alliance was proving to be a bit of a pain (and not really friendly to its members (by members I mean Markas, of course)). I wanted to break the alliance up and place Markas in a pretty comfortable position, where he could lead the Carthians, but Tina proposed a simpler plan – to get Markas out of the Carthians and use that as a starting point for breaking them (and leading to some potential deals.. Eh, politics…) I guess I kind of like this plan a bit better – the Carthians have been nothing but trouble, and I’d really hate to see Markas get hurt/captured/fucked again. Plus, Tina was a member of his other covenant, so she can’t mean any harm to him.. I’m trying to be good here… Right..?

I spent the rest of the night chilling at Tinas’. Television hasn’t changed much, but hey.. Every man needs his rest sometimes.

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Hartford: Thirtieth Session: Rhea

Woke up hungry this evening. I promised myself never to do that… Then again, I promised myself many things… The damned demon crap was swirling in my head, I had to clear things up with Amir. Since digging through the damned shop proved nothing I’ll have to confront him face to face.Once in the clinic, I found Amir waiting. He just stood there. I could almost see the wheels in his head turning, something obviously troubled him. Before he began speaking I asked him about his deal. After hearing his part of the story I didn’t know if I should scold him for doing something so incredibly stupid, or thank him for giving me some more info to give Oktavia about this. While I was wondering if those so called willworkers can give someone the knowledge of a language, Amir dropped a bomb on me. “I want to talk about the car accident.” he said, and I froze up… Thankfully Amir didn’t notice that and simply asked me what I knew… Nothing good could have come of him knowing that I had caused it, nothing… So I lied. I told him I knew nothing, Hopefully, he can go past this. “He died you know…” Amir said while falling to his knees. If he had looked at me at that moment, he would have seen my hurtful expression… I killed another one… Haruo… Haruo makes twelve… I wonder if I’ll ever stop counting them, stop seeing their faces… Amir cried and I embraced him. A friend supporting a friend… I missed that. I almost felt human, and then something deep inside me pulled me back with painful hunger… I needed to feed. Moreover I wanted to feed, not just to nourish myself but also to hurt someone, and hurt them bad.

It was still early, too early to look for food the way I usually do it… And I was far too hungry to go by myself. I asked for Amir’s help and he agreed. We found a guy leaving his home, and Amir scared him, while I attacked. The moment that first drop touched my tongue was pure ecstasy. I really needed this, all my troubles melted away, there was only me and this bloodbag in all eternity… And then someone pulled me away. THE BASTARD! I grabbed this killer of dreams, and pulverized him. He tried to fight back, but I was stronger, he tried making faces (for hell knows what), but I just punched him again. And then it dawned on me, the only one there with me was Amir. I tried holding back, I let him go… But the moment he started running, I started chasing… We ran around for quite a while, until I stopped feeling so furious.

When I regained my senses, I found Amir… No surprise he was fearful of me… One of my few friends here and I beat him half to death… I felt like shit. I did what I could to tend to his wounds. Apologising all I could… I’m still not sure if he forgave me… I’m sure I didn’t. I’ll have to ask if he would accept some training, the least I could do is give him some basic tips…

As we returned to the clinic and met up with Albert, I suggested a little test for the so called devil. I wanted to see if our abilities to hide would work on him, I also wanted to see him… We went there together: Albert went there to ask some questions, Amir went there Obfuscated, and I was invisible… Talking hailed little to nothing, so Albert left. I asked Amir to purchase something, so he did. To this point I thought he was fooled, but as we left the devil called Amir by his name… When we regrouped with Albert, we talked about what we learned, and understood, that this experiment gave results too ambiguous to call it anything but a failure.

While walking back to the clinic, Amir shared his relief that maybe we heard the last of his buddy’s hunter friends. We talked about it quite in depth, and he asked if books existed on the subject of us… I knew of such books, although I’ve never read one, so that was what I told him, and we carried on.

As we returned Amir found a letter addressed to him. It seems we were too soon to say the hunter thing was over… They wanted to meet midday in a park… We had to do something, but what? Amir and I thought about sending Sam, after all Albert said he will be useful as an errand boy. Amir suggested sending him in his stead, strange to say, that I had to point out the racial problem there, but hey, maybe Amir didn’t notice. We ended that discussion, because we needed Albert’s input, and I suggested visiting the spa. After all I had a few plans I had to set in motion… Even though Tauras and Katerina left our coterie I think I can get them back (or Katerina at least). We’ve already lost enough, and I want them back.
Tauras, I knew, would be difficult, so I tried poking around in his memories of the corpse I believe he had Amir and Albert bury. But of course, he stonewalled me… What was I expecting of a lawyer..? So we waited for Katerina, to whom I gave my version of Tina’s book… I hope she thinks of this gift as a gesture of good will and maybe, just maybe, thinks that she owes me big time… Sadly, she said she no longer had many problems with Tina, so I had to go ahead and remind her of the “arrow through the neck” experience. Then suddenly Amir went pale (or at least paler). “The guy!” he said and I immediately jumped… “SHIT!” was the only thing I said and we took off… I’ll need to explain this to Katerina later, I hope she’ll understand.

We went back to the scene, only to find the guy dead near an open door. Damning myself for taking another life I dragged him in and told Amir to close the door behind us. After a thorough search of the house, we found out that this poor slob lived alone, and we quickly arranged him a “long trip”, packed his bags and took everything he may need… Found his car… Shit, a car we will need to make disappear. My head was hazy, killing again surely didn’t help… Thirteen… Shit… Amir suggested ditching the car in another city, or in the river, or somewhere. A few moments later it dawned on me, I can sell it… Made the call, took the deal, we locked up, took the corpse and the luggage to the clinic and sold the car.
When I returned to the clinic Albert was there. We talked about sending Sam to the meeting with the hunters, and what a shocker, he said no… I suggested he used his powers to send a random stranger in Sam’s stead, and then left the rest of the planning to them, as I had the corpse to clean up… It seems I’ve become quite good at this disposal… Maybe we should start a vampiric cleaning crew business (What am I thinking… I must be going mad)…

Anyways, left the zombified corpse to rot in one of the stone coffins in the crypt we used to use, and went to bed (or in my case, coffin).

The next evening I decided to feed early, and once again promised myself never to go hungry again. Even though it was early, I chose my usual way of hunting. After feeding I went to the clinic, just to find Amir worried. He explained, that he had been to the meeting, but no one showed, and he was now afraid he had been followed. I suggested obfuscating before leaving, to which he responded with a facepalm. He said he was hungry, and I offered my help, however in the middle of hunting I had to leave him, since it was time for mass.
Once at the church, all of us were asked what we did to cleanse humanity. Even though I tried to explain that I was trying to hunt down a devil, no one was impressed (or believed me for that matter). Albert Reed told his tale, and I found myself enticed. He had done so much and I felt ashamed. I asked for his help in the matter (everyone agreed that I would need it).
After mass, I went with Albert Reed, we talked a little, but he didn’t seem very interested in what I said. We agreed that we will meet up later, for my humanity cleansing teaching.

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