Okay folks. We have another problem. The "kids" want to know how we tell each other apart…what makes us unique.
That’s easy…we are all unique…special..beautiful in our own way we–
Shut the Hell up. He means like what separates CLANS you pantywaste.
Never waste panties…Too hard to find this time of year.
Yes Brujah. What makes us…fit into a Category. What makes us… CLAN.
Yeah..just another way for the "man" to keep an eye on us.
What man?
Shut up before I mash you kook.
::sighs:: Any suggestions?
Signature clothing?
Necklaces? Mystical pendants?
Cheese…Different cheeses assigned to each clan. There are different types to choose from, you know?
::looks to Nosferatu:: Yeah..lemme guess who Limburger is….
I heard that.
I was thinking more along the lines… of a weakness… a… subtle flaw.
I call Kryptonite!!!
::smashes him on the head:: Must have a Kyrptonite fist. SHUT UP.
Unnrk.
Okay… Brujah… yours will be your temper. For obvious reasons.
TEMPER? WHAT TEMPER? …..fricking suits…. You’d be pissed too if you
had to sit next to Nos and Malk.
::coughs:: Torrie, since you love art…you will be known as the artist clan.
Tragic… yet… beautiful. Agreed.
::small voice:: I still want Kryptonite.
::SMACK:: Hehe. Temper… okay… cool.
Unnnggh.
::scratches his chin causing skin to flake off:: And my… flaw?
::silence::
::shivers:: We’ll get back to you. Gangrel. Yours will be… everytime you frenzy… you look more like an animal.
WHAT? What do you mean "you look more like an animal"?
It starts off small… you know… fur… deep voice… maybe horns….
WHAT??? Oh COME on… Torrie gets to moon over stupid drawings and I get a fricking BEAK? Yeah… that’s REAL fair… ::grumbles into a growl::
And I?
You can’t drink kindred blood…. ::laughs:: It’s poison. Your hair falls out and you look like him. ::points to Nos::
Agreed.
Still waiting.
::silence, Malk giggles::
Why does TREMERE get to pick my weakness?
Lump it pal.
Tremere… if Assamite can’t drink kindred blood… then you have to drink from… all of your elders.
No one got Kryptonite?
::BAP:: Temper… LOVE it.
Lasombra… hmm… no reflection.
You should give THAT to Nos…..
Still waiting….
::coughs:: Be right with you Nos….. Is that acceptable Lasombra?
Yeah… but you guys have to tell me when I have something on my chin.
No problem…. Hmmm… Tzim…. You’re weakness… will be….
Having a clan name no one can say or spell?
Yes… er… no. You… must sleep… in your native soil… or have some in your coffin….
WHAT??? I get WEBBED TOES and she has to sleep in DIRT??
Agreed.
I want a new one…..
Still waiting… have you forgotten me?
::silence::
Moving right along….. Giovanni… your Kiss hurts….. No pleasure in your bite.
You can say THAT again….
::room looks to Torrie::
Oh… sorry… was that out loud?
<vq> One off night… plagues you for your unlife…
Ravnos. You are a criminal by nature.
::gives back Ventrue’s wallet:: Sorry.
::blinks taking it:: Um… no. I meant…. ::shakes head:: Oookay. The money too….
Oh… here… sorry.
When do I get one?
<vq> At birth….
::stiffled laughter::
Ahem…. You, over there…. Setite… yours is… you don’t like the light….
OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD?? I get a set of BAT wings and he doesn’t like bright lights??
Fly, my little monkeys… fllllyyyyy….
::raises hand and Malk winces::
::grins:: Agreed… fair and just. ::winks::
::points:: He WINKED!! You two had A DEAL SET UP?? …..God DAMN snakes……
If you continuing ignoring me… I will get UGLY.
Too late….
::stiffled laughter::
Am I missing anyone?
Do I get Kryptonite?
You, little man, have ENOUGH problems… you don’t need an additional flaw.
Then it is settled….
You have forgotten yourself… and I.
Yeah, Mr. Picky. What is YOUR flaw?
::smiles:: I am picky… about… what I eat….
::stands up, throwing chair back:: I am LEAVING!! ::pointing around the room:: I get udders like a fucking COW and YOU get to sleep in DIRT? YOU are a fussy eater? YOU get to look at art? YOU… ::finger stops on Nos:: …okay… I guess it could be worse.
I get it. I am the unflawed clan… gotcha.
::laughs:: Yup… that’s it….
::coughs:: Meeting adjourned.
::leaving, very quietly singing:: You… oogly… you oogly… and yer mama dresses you foooney… you oogly… you oogly….