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Friday, July 06, 2001 So, My rest ended prematurely. Myself and Thimaaz took to a walk through the River Front, and not 5 minutes into us arriving in the park we were approached by a fellow who assumed us automatically Sabbat. Perhaps he heard us or perhaps he used the powers of Auspex to perceive our true natures, either way, he came up to us and "congratulated" us for the murder of Damien, whom was supposedly someone he didn't like. I think the fool Malkavian had a death wish, to be honest. After handing us a card, which read Vladimir Skickowsky of the Malkavian Performers of the Arts (which arts, I wonder), I nodded my head to Thimaaz and then returned to Substantialness. Thimaaz, whom already had his claws extended tore through the Malkavian in three brutal swipes. My attack missed, but I never said that I was the best with a weapon, either. On the third slashing of Thimaaz's, the Malkavian's torso ripped completely in half, and immediately killed him. I told Thimaaz to deposit the body, minus the rapidly decaying fleshy skull, into the River. I kept the skull with distended canine fangs for my own. Not what I had in mind for a nice social walk, but if the opportunity to annihilate one of them arises (and is easily tilted in our favor), I will never fail to capitalize upon it. Etyenne, We'll meet soon. Who shall capitalize then? Tuesday, July 03, 2001 Time in this city seems to pass by like nothing I have ever seen. Everything is rushed, sped up. No patience, no waiting, no slowing down. Now, Now, Now, whine the little children holding their toys up to the sky. The children whine and the mother bends to hush them. The children whine and the mother steps through the mud so they can walk across her makeshift bridge (which consists, simply, of herself). The children curry to the favor of their mother, like squealing newborne puppies. But does the mother curry to their favor in a likewise fashion? Not entirely. In fact, not hardly. The mother is myself in this equation, as is pretty obvious. The squealing puppies? The underlings I have to work with. Not all are underlings, I take that back. Erazmus, Kaatya, dear Rickard whom I sent away - broke my heart, Lex (even though he angered me last evening)... I prefer them over others. Drew and Seth I leave some form of responsibility. It is an easy way to sedate the Lasombra, put them into a position which they can be cocky; they are my templars, charged with the duty of keeping me alive against all odds. My head hurts.. I think I'll lie down for a bit, and rest..... Sunday, July 01, 2001 Last evening, myself, Drew and Seth took to the Riverfront to revenge the loss of Julio, and Rickard. We managed to stand around and wait for a long time before Damien so helplessly flew into my web. Another was there, a rather good looking individual displaying rudimentary beginnings in the Obfuscate discipline, which I saw through. Either way, I ran off the other with a few intimidative tactics and proceeded to lure Damien out further into my trap. He was the attemptive infiltrator, and I did not hesitate to have him killed. Seth drank his soul. 1 of 2 Camarilla lives reclaimed. Who will be the next to step in our trap?
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