September 24, 1998 - D Sorry. Too sick and too busy, OOC, to write for the last two weeks. I'll keep it up to date from here on out, though.
September 6, 1998 - Dear
Diary...it's been so long since I've written...there's this new boy in
school that's absolutely dreamy...his name? Frederico Marducci.
I think he's Italian, and he wears sunglasses all the time. Sigh...but
a young lad like me has no chance at such a hunk...or do I? Waitaminute,
he's locked in a basement somewhere, isn't he. Maybe I should tell
the whole story. Okay, boys and girls, once more, this time with
feeling.
The evening was actually proceeding relatively
well. The Primogen council were going to have a vote on whether or
not to retain Eric Clayton as Prince of the city for two reasons A) He
refuses to claim a clan, and B) He has been conspicuously absent as of
late. Well, David Brice was elected during emergency session, just
as Jasmine Wilde collapsed. Her cellular phone rang, and when I answered
it, some schmuck told me to take her down into the main room of Elysium,
where she was to be used as an example. I told him that I'd blow
up his fucking building if he tried any shit. Dude took the bait,
to a degree. Hell, I have no idea where the Sabbat are hiding...yet.
Anyway, they take her down to Elysium, and I fiddled around for a bit,
until I was done, and when I tried to enter the main room, I discovered
the doors were locked. I picked them, and entered, and when nobody
looked at me, I obfuscated. Apparently Meriman Rhaul did as well, though
I did not know at the time. So I look around, and what do I see?
Tom Skinner (aka Sargeant Cooney), Dino Giovanni, and Rico Marducci.
They're lecturing the city (whilst holding a bone of lies) about how the
Sabbat are not about pure evil, etc, etc, but that they are about social
change, cutting the puppet strings of the antidiluvians, destroying the
concept of the camarilla, etc etc. I won't tell you how much of their
talk I believed, how much I thought was horseshit. Anyway, both Meriman
and I had apparently missed the announcement they first made when they
entered: If anybody attacks, Jasmine Wilde will die. That's cause
they have her heart, if any of you are just now tuning in. Well,
since Meriman missed that comment, he thought that a pleasant Obfuscate
sucker-punch would be nice. They told me later that it's called Cauldron
of Blood. Let's just say that Dino Giovannit dropped before *anybody*
knew what hit him. Then about 4-5 people leapt Tom Skinner, a man
who can go toe-to-toe with two good fighters and win. Five, no.
At this point I heard shouted (for the first time, to me) about Jasmine
dying if they didn't stop. They didn't. I managed to grab Rico
and convince him to come with me, in order to save his life, my life, and
Jamine's. I mean, come on, Rico and I have a duel still. Well,
we'll see about that whole thing. So anyway, as we're running out,
not only is Jasmine roasting, but Tom and Dino burst into bright phosphorous
flames. The fuckers had them all rigged. So they died.
And Jasmine died. And with a little luck and pluck, Rico and I managed
to escape as well. I took him somewhere, where he still is.
And he and I talked. And I watched him pull a wire out of his head
that he had had visciscituded into his ear canal to speak to "Jim" directly,
the leader of the sabbat. And I talked to Jim. He's a fucker.
Anyway, Rico and I got to talking, and Jim and I bitched at each other
for a while, and some other shit happened, but all in all, it was one of
the most terrible nights I've seen in my entire life. It's time for
me to rethink the way things work in this town, boys and girls. And
DO NOT take that to mean that I am Sabbat or addicted to Setite blood,
or any of that bullshit. It's just time for us to rework the way
we do things. Hardcore. And no more deaths. Sigh...things
had been going so well, too....
July 31, 1998 - Where to start, where to start. Alec de Coudroy has gone all nutty, and keeps frenzying on people. He doesn't exactly seem himself...but then again, most of what I know about him turns out to have been the evil spirit Legion possessing him. So he's all nutty now, and after he beat the tar out of the visiting Sheriff of Tuscola -- whose name escapes me for the moment -- I had to put him down...or rather, into Torpor. God only knows where he's at now. Some schmuck I don't know about, Sabbat, I assume, is using John Henry Alvies' old phone, and is now holding onto Reb Davis's nephew or son or somesuch, Bill. Leave it to the Sabbat to AGAIN capture a relatively new person and use them as leverage against those of us who are already established here. I'll have to talk to Reb about what the latest news is. Danny Whatshisname, the Setite that was trading information for freedom proceeded to mess with peoples' minds all night, so I took him down, with a little help, again, from Reb Davis, who later cut off his head, I hear. Perhaps a bit extreme...perhaps not. He was using Soul Mask, lying to us a lot, and messing people over. Bad stuff. Some people visited my Bad Place. I am currently helping out a human woman from the Arcana who is quite terrified right now, even though Gabriel helped her out. The rest of the inquisition was relatively rude to her, from what I understand. Carl Lykos is indeed alive, although the Sabbat tortured the shit out of him, including nasty stuff like crucifying him. What schmucks. Are they really out to take over the city or just piss around? I really don't see much going on with them except pissing in the wind, and hitting the Camarilla and themselves. Some Inquisition guy fired a flaming arrow at Jasmine, then later on killed himself rather than speak to us civilly about why he was potentially harming our Prince. The Inquisition also came down pretty hard on those of us who break the Masquerade, flinging them about like wet paper balls, so that should be taken to heart by all involved. Lots of new faces this week, although I only had a chance to meet a few of them. Somebody other than Danny the Setite was doing some mindfucking last week, as well, so I need to find out who that was. Lord Sommersby stopped by, but not for long, I understand he'll be out of town again for a few weeks. There's probably more that happened, but as per usual, I'm blocked about what it was. Sigh...if anybody remembers other important shit, let me know.
July 24, 1998 - John Henry Alvies is dead. Elise Diamont is dead. Immediately after Elysium, John pursued a small group who abducted Elise and took her into the sewers. I attempted, with the assistance of that-robed-guy-whose-name-I-don't-remember, to track them, but failed. I then received a videotape showing the torture and slow beheading of John Henry, who had been vissicituded to a chair. Elise's body was there, as well. I know not what to say about this. I am tired of screaming for the blood of the Sabbat, only to have them elude my grasp EVERY TIME. I am Sheriff, I have been awarded the status of Respected, in addition to my Acknowledged, Feared, and Feared by station. I expect people to begin to listen to me when I tell them to do things like stop what they're doing. Fighting in particular. When you hear me tell you to stop fighting, I expect you to do just that. If you do not, I could care less who started it, I will stop all involved. You may hear more about J.H. and Elise's death from me later in the week. Also this week, with the assistance of Reb Davis, Elise Diamont, and Merriman Rhaule, we attempted to cast out the spirit of Alec "The Famous Author" DeCoudroy. It did not work. So I turned to the people who permanently scarred my arm and chest. The Garou. Ed, the hotheaded one we met in Elysium at the old Kraft factory, was typically brash and rude and unwilling to listen to any voice but his own, but Walks with Spirits, a Garou mage, attempted to cast out the spirit, which was identified as Legion, the same one from the bible. It was too difficult. They have possession of his body, and claimed they would do their best to keep Alec alive *AND* free him of the spirit, but they said that the difficulty of the former was considerable. We can only hope, and lend the Garou Mages our help in spirit. A few fights broke out, most of which I stopped, and a few other items of import occured, like a long debate with The Phantom, which had no ultimate resolution. A gentleman of some knowledge was captured and is now in our possession, one who should be able to help us in our battles agaisnt two of the nastier groups of enemies. The Inquisition hung around for a goodly portion of the night, but they didn't cause any trouble, except for pulling guns a lot, then not using them. Oh, and RICO MAY NOT BE SETITE! HOW'S THAT FOR NEWS!? Anyway, if I remember more that happened this week, I'll let you know, and you can always e-mail me if you need details on any of these events, or if you have additional information or comments. Bye for now...
July 10, 1998 - I will be unable to attend Elysium on this day.
July 6, 1998 - Once more, this time with feeling...John Henry Alvies is neither dead nor mortal, as both have been rumored about. He's still alive and rather pissed, from what I hear. I only spoke to him briefly last week. One more thing to add to the list of bad things about the Phantom -- he apparently is still alive, and not only are the Nostferatu protecting him by trying to lie to me (Not that I'll Dr.Stevenson name any names), but he apparently tipped off Rico -- who happens to own the Canopy Club, nee the Brew n' View, nee The Thunderbird Theatre -- that I had a big old boot party ready for him. So that went all wrong, and all he did was appear on the screen. Bargh. We'll have it shut down soon, however, not to worry. Blank, the Nosferatu Primogen in Chicago came down and threw his weight around, apparently with the blessing of Prince Wilde. He acts all crazy, but he's actually relatively sane, so don't let his act fool you: call his bluff. Like so many of our Chicago..."brethren"...he thinks he's much tougher and cooler than we are. Umm...some relatively new kindred -- less than 20 years as one of us -- apparently diablerized the...Ventrue Primogen? Or some Ventrue, I think. Does somebody have more details? I had to leave Elysium early, although not before we found out that Alec the Famous Author's problems were supposedly all caused by a '"spirit of decay" placed in his eye by his publisher, a Setite. ARGH! Too many Setites! Umm...Mr.Christian Death, the apparently unwilling Sabbat, is provisionally released into our society...we'll see if he is a productive member of our city. I *really* fucking hope so...I'm tired of all this shit here in town...anyway, I'm sure more things happened, but I had to leave and was DAMNED busy...oh, and the Tuscola sabbat "shoveled" Tom McCrae, but it didn't work...odd...
July 2, 1998 - What's all this happy horseshit? The Phantom may still be alive? Flair may not be Sabbat after all? The sabbat I have is being polite? FUCKING HAP DANGERS IS BEING CIVIL WITH ME!? What the fuck is this world coming to? Maybe something nice after all...except for the Phantom crap. Don't worry, dude, if you're still alive, we'll have that bloodhunt called soon enough. Smile while you still have lips, punk.
June 26, 1998 - Okay, let's go through the whole damned thing. First and foremost, our esteemed Prince, John Henry Alvies, decided he'd been wearing the Painted Target of the Princedom for too long, and, figuring Lady Luck to be on his side, followed up on the rumor of seeing the sun with a pure heart turning you mortal again. It didn't work. So now Jasmine is, much to her dismay, I feel, Prince of the city. Um, we found out that Flair got shovelled, we found a Sabbat who didn't know he was Sabbat -- I've got the body...somewhere -- as well as having the body of Sebastian "Sabbat" Poe thrown at the front doors of B.C.'s. Oh, and the body hit one of the Investigative Reporters that were FINALLY leaving after we messed with their heads. So, now they're all freaked out, and B.C.'s has been trashed in a local paper as a result (the politics of social circles...weird...). Oh, did I mention that one of our own called the reporters, Mr.Alec somethingorother, an author who thinks he a mortal? Well, now I have. I had to reprimand Vito Giovanni and some Malkavian I don't recall the name (Potsy, it was) of for beating the other senseless (including putting a paintbomb in the others' mouth, and almost squirting eazy-cheeze and whipped cream on the other, respectively. Um...THE PHANTOM is now no longer a going concern, as Angel, AKA Jimmy Dean, etc, etc, was exposed in front of the Primogen meeting for his role in the Evil Nos. plot, the selling of secrets, etc., and John Henry was the last one to have him, so...make your own conclusions. Anyway, that's all I remember for now, maybe I'll remember more later, but I've got to go for now. Oh, and the Garou carved up my arm for sleeping in a culvert after trying to find Alvies. A little NUTTY are we, Mr. and Mrs. Werewolf? Get lives...
June 19, 1998 - I swear, if one more body goes missing...let me fill you in. I can't tell you about one of them, as it's supposed to be a secret. But I can tell you that hot on the tail of Ree-Je's being destroyed, despite the fact that he was in John Henry Alvies' haven, now the Proto-Setite, or whatever he was, got schlepped up from us while being placed in concrete. Shit. How come they can get their hands on us so easily, yet we never seem to be able to find them? Anyway, the Nos by the name of Jimmy Dean got the living daylights beaten out of him by Alvies and I just a few minutes before dawn for challenging John Henry's authority. Before you get yourself all in a huff, know that J.H. gave him over 5 minutes to reveal himself and talk about it, and since it was in front of everybody else, it's not like Alvies would go back on his word. What else happened...hmmm...several Hunter's (the family, not the bad men who want to kill us) stopped in from up north, as well as Jasper Dale, who didn't seem to remember things too terribly well. Some guy got chased out of Elysium for being suspected of being Sabbat. That's what we get for being so crazy. For all we know, he was clean, but people got their mob mentality going and overreacted. Sigh. Ummm...Some crazy Gangrel was dealt with in-clan for shooting somebody for NO reason. I guess I oughta ask McCrae what he did to the guy. No progress in the Sabbat chase, or the Setite chase, or any other chase. Something of an odd night. There was a big Keeper / Seneschal discussion, with no clear decision being reached. Harumph. I'm sure there was more, but I can't think of it right now. Maybe later in the week.
June 12, 1998- It all started out fairly normal, with the exception of the fact that myself and a few others were setting up to beat the tar out of Peter, the Sabbat Malkavian primogen, during the primogen meeting. Then we were going to beat the tar out of Sebastian Poe, the childe of Oscar Wilde, another Sabbat. Sebastian, not Oscar. As a matter of fact, I think Mr.Wilde would be somewhat upset about the whole affair. He'd probably have something witty to say about it all, though. Anyway, I had a little plan ahead of time that I decided against, and now I'm kicking myself, because it would have payed off. Oh well. Hindsight is 20/20 and all the other related cliches. So, anyway, we were at the Primogen meeting, and I went off to check the security cameras for anybody hiding...I found somebody, but not Peter. It was a guy from "Jamaica" who said he was Ventrue. Turns out he was Malkavian, and a drug-pusher, and invaded the Prince's haven, also the primogen meeting, and was suspected of having some vague Setite ties. So he's not a concern for right now. I guess I shot him. Ah, hell yeah I shot him. The rest of the night was fairly dull, with the exception of finding that Ree-Je, who had been turned Sabbat and who had through sheer force of will, turned himself in to Prince Alvies, had somehow been tracked and killed by the Sabbat. Schmucks. I owe them TWICE for Ree-Je, once for fucking him, again for killing him. Anyway, there were a lot of new faces in town, a lot of whom I don't trust. Including the guy that I shot in the leg for trying to beat me with a Fred Schneider doll that had a metal pole in it. What a wanker. He begged for me to shoot him in the leg, and when I wouldn't, he tried to crack me one. So I shot him. "You get what you pay for," I guess. That's about all that happened of any real importance, I suppose. Flair is a provisional sheriff, while I check out how his temperament is doing these days, and see if he's got the right stuff. I'm eagerly awaiting this coming Elysium, when I expect, for some reason, to be attacked. It's that nutty Spider-Sense, or something. So be it. You know what they say -- "Come get some."
updated -- 9/6/98