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Post by Fainche on Aug 8, 2014 23:24:53 GMT -8
Fainche stared at the sky looking forlorn. Nearly 600 years since she'd seen the sun. Now though that she was starting to accept she could hear her own own heartbeat racing from her fear. She raised her now bleeding busted knuckled hand to her face. She had punched the tree. If she was still Cainite not Kine, potence would have strengthened her punch to crack the tree. Celerity would have made her lightning fast. Auspex would have shown her auras and prescence would have meant she would have been the center of attention not that she wanted that. Fortitude would have meant her skin would be like steel. She had trapped and tried biting into an animal but her fangs were missing. "I am Fainche of Clan Brujah. I am of the 8th generation of my bloodline. I sold my soul to this Cainite curse to stop my stepfather who murdered my real father and possibly my mother. My beloved was Embraced by demons and walked into the dawn. I am a warrior and I was the daughter of a blacksmith apprenticed to learn his secrets. I watched the fall of my clan from still somewhat respectable if tempermental to not more than street thugs. I am neither Sabbat nor Camarilla nor Anarch. Who am I now?"
It had been bothering her seeing the the creature that looked like Clan Cappadocian's experiments gone wrong left on seeing her. Well maybe he belonged to the mafia family Clan Giovanni who commited diablerie on Cappadocius. What was it about most that they wanted power for power's sake? Though the thought of the fact that the Antediluvian no longer existed so couldn't drain his childer dry had to be something of a relief in what some were calling the final nights and others swore was just another branch of the Cainite heresey.
She glanced at the snakes fat with the remains of what she tried to turn into her meal. She'd never believed the Cainite heresey which was some of the Childer of Caine taken from the Children of Seth were elevated because God favored the murderer son who was willing to offer his beloved brother as the ultimate sacrifice. She did believe he was still wandering the world though because God had taken millenia to mellow out and give his only son to Mother Mary.
As for shelter she was going to have issues. Could stay in a cave if not already occupied maybe but anywhere that needed coin doubt they knew what to do with the foreign currency of Canadian dollars which is all her wallet in her backpack with her riding leathers had. If only she could remember how she got here and more importantly get home.
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Post by Tidfe on Aug 9, 2014 20:39:16 GMT -8
The oasis certainly was a beautiful place to be. Just walking along the shore line was a peaceful activity and one Cain often enjoyed when he walked about the Weryd. Currently he was walking the shores, looking for any shells or rounded rocks for the nests of his echee. Though he suspected that anything more organic would be taken by the spiders. It was bad enough he had to keep the echee in one place. Especially when Gambit and Bandit decided that the crystals would be fun to try and steal. What possesses them to do such a thing, Cain would probably never know.
Looking up, he noticed someone ahead. He vaguely recognized her as the one with the vampire scent on her. Which Cain knew either meant she hung around them or was one. Usually if you hung out with vampires, you were one. Then again, it should be noted that Cain's sense of smell was barely above average so the skeleton only relied on it for first judgments. Even if he did often have to change those judgments to fit new evidence or facts.
Deciding to check her out, Cain moved closer to her, hoping to get to her before she decided to move on. "Hey! Did I not see you at the snake party?" Better than the usual how are you are you here to kill people Cain normally asked people he talked too. To be fair though, people he normally talked too he was hunting to begin with so...Idle conversation was still something he was a bit rusty at.
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Post by Fainche on Aug 9, 2014 21:45:28 GMT -8
Fainche thumbed over at her snakes feasting on the small harvest of flesh from the forest. "Probably. Though snakes usually wind up dead around me guess these are alright enough. Though that cobra headed one, if it tries anything is going to wind up a pair of boots. Too many run-ins with snakes from Set's get. Maybe Gehenna ended and I'm in limbo, I no longer know. So much fighting and politicking fuck them all. If there's any Justice, Caine didn't save a single one of them. Though I'm probably not knowing right since rumors abound of a cab driver that believed he was the Wanderer himself." She looked at her broken bleeding knuckles with a frown. "Though maybe religion had it wrong like certain scholars believed and the mythos of the Wanderer from the Land of Nod was just an allegory. Maybe I'm just hallucinating wouldn't be the first time. Eat the wrong thing or run into the wrong person hallucinations become friends." She frowned because this wasn't the type of thing in her backpack or saddlebags. More like more arms including the pair of pistols to shoot shovelheads with delusions of grandeur and her biker set of leathers for getting around town on her bike. Bandages though? Why would she need those? She sat up abruptly pulling her guns out of the backpack. "Fuck! Clips are out. Maybe I really am in limbo." 200 word challenge harvest actual 236
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Post by Tidfe on Aug 9, 2014 22:15:22 GMT -8
Cain only understood the first part of what she was saying and then it slowly developed into random ramblings. Though he thought he heard his name in there, but could not quite be sure. Putting up a hand, he moved it in a whoa hold on there gesture. "Easy. Most snakes usually wind up dead around most people, but what is all this other stuff. Land of Nod? Ghenna? The Wanderer?" None of this made any sense but as she pulled out her guns, Cain took a step back and moved into a defensive stance.
"Good news for me. The ammo part. I will guarantee you that you are not in limbo so why not put the weapons away. Unless you really took offense to the question." Good news: Cain would not get riddled with bullets. Bad news? A gun beaten against his bones would be almost just as effective. So in his mind he decided to just let the rambling woman believe just about anything provided it wasn't gonna get him dismantled.
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Post by Fainche on Aug 9, 2014 23:27:41 GMT -8
Fainche checked the stock on the guns and sighs. "Damn modern plastic shit. Should have gone with good old Colt but harder to get incendiaries for nonmodern. Probably can't even get a dime's worse of metal out if I melted them down since, unless can get fresh clips, these are worthless. Some reason don't think have decent armory in town." She pulls out her sheaths and checks the blades on her knives and sword. "Got a decent whetstone for these at least. Adam and Eve were banished from the Garden of Eden and had 2 sons. Able who was a herder offered his flock to God and God was pleased with the sacrifice. His brother Cain who had offered his best crops grew jealousy and angry and slew Able becoming the first murderer. As punishment God placed the mark of the Wanderer upon his brow to Wander through the lands forever and to make sure no one would end his punishment if you tried to hurt him well rebounds on the person sevenfold. Adam and Eve had a third kid who fathered humanity. Cain started sleeping with Daddy Dearest's first wife Lilith and she started teaching him magic that she had learned from screwing demons. Then came the worst breakup ever so he gets lonely after a few centuries and somehow becomes the ruler of Enoch. There's people that believe that Gehenna is Caine showing back up for the Apocalypse. At least the Red Star's not in the sky now." She starts strapping on the sheaths to wherever she can reach and pulling on her leather jacket. "So who's gunning for me this time? Baali? Followers of Set? Though just because those snake bastards hide their hearts isn't going to stop me from beheading them. Wouldn't put it past those demon or snake worshippers though. Malkavians? Though most of those madmen are just harmless cranks unless they gather together in one spot. Ravnos? Though don't recall pissing off any gypsies recently. Though you are a skeleton so guess probably those Italian Mafia shitheads of the Giovanni is probably the best bet. Unless this is an illusion by those damned Changelings." Fainche clutched her head as the low blood sugar started really hitting her. Her attempt at trying to drink the blood of whatever that was wasn't cutting it in fact would be best if she skipped another attempt since it immediately had come back up. She shook her head. An animated skeleton standing over her, so she had best not let him see the weakness which meant bluffing being more on top of her game than she was.
200 word challenge 433 actual cutting skip
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Post by Tidfe on Aug 9, 2014 23:45:24 GMT -8
"Whatever you decide to do with them, just don't hit me with them." Though the next weapon she pulled out had Cain almost turning around and running. He was not afraid of himself, but he was scared for Brains. If she was ready to kill her snacks, no telling what she would do to his echee, but he saved. Figured better him than someone that actually bleeds. Though he did knock Brains out and told her to go back to Dorth in a muted whisper. Better to be safe than sorry.
That was a different take on the Bible story everyone thought they knew. Cain knew differently and apparently so did this woman. Not all the creatures in the Bible were fantasy and some of them were very much real. The stuff of nightmares. For the most part. Every now and then Cain would come across a demon that wanted nothing more than to make tea cozies out of yarn. Which was a nice change from the one who made them out of his victims organs. That was not very pleasant to stumble upon. "If it helps, I'm not Italian." About the only thing he was really getting from her ramblings were the fact that she came from a version of his world. Maybe even the same world though judging by the comment about the absence of the red star in the sky, there were serious doubts about that.
"You hungry? I think the Inn might have something or I can always see if Gambit has stolen something. He does not quite get that I can't eat food and tries to feed me so I'm not dying of starvation." Cain actually did not know about her low blood sugar, but he did not want to stay out here for much longer. By sending Brains home, he probably alerted Dorth that something was up and he would rather not have the dragon come down on them and make the situation any worse. So inviting her back to eat seemed like a good alternative.
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Post by Fainche on Aug 10, 2014 18:00:20 GMT -8
Okay that was different. She was more used to being called a woman of ill repute when she kicked ass than implied that she'd murder someone's pet. More to the point what warrior didn't check their weapons? Was wherever she was so ass backwards that this was the standard? The undassa slithered up her jacket sleeves bellies bulging from the meat as she picked up her backpack and slid the saddle bags over one shoulder. "Next time you want someone to stay in a good mood and not assume you're going to poison them, don't act they're going to murder your pet. What kind of barbarian do you take me for? I'm not one of the assholes that murdered my cat. Though I wouldn't put it past one of the dogs to have, just because it was mine." She shook her head disgusted turning her back firmly on the skeleton to head for town flipping the bird over her shoulder as she headed back for town. At least at this infamous inn, maybe she could trade work for room and board. If not, she'd probably be back out here in a few hours time just to catch some sleep or have to trade in one of her blades.
200 word challenge actual count 208 sleep woman
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Post by Tidfe on Aug 10, 2014 18:23:37 GMT -8
Cain blinked in surprise before outright laughing. The bird? Oh, that was rich and such a spiteful thing to do, he was shaking in his non-existent boots. Wiping away the imaginary tears, he continued on his way. Maybe their next meeting would go better though to be fair, he did not know her. For all he knew, she could have been the type to murder his pet. She was certainly the type to draw her weapons in front of him. Almost like the big bad macho guy in the bar who had to show off his power and strength the first moment he walked into the bar for fear if it didn't, people would think him weak, helpless. It was actually quite comical. And would not fly with anyone here.
Dragons were big and if they thought you threatened their riders...Well, you were crunchy and tasted good in ketchup as the saying goes.
For now though, Cain would just hope their next meeting would be a better one and under better circumstances. Such as, when she wasn't rambling off about experimental something or other and all those name drops he suspected meant nothing. "Wonder what she would have done if she found out my name? Probably try to take off my skull."
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