Developments
They’re quiet now. It takes a lot out of us when Julien is active too long, but I think he rests after. I was hoping the new one would help Victoria, but he didn’t; now they have him too. It’s getting harder to make them listen. I don’t know what to do anymore.
It’s getting worse. All of them seem to be becoming things I can’t even reach. They’re monsters. God I want to hide, to get away but I’m trapped here, inside, where I have to watch. Please someone help me.
I don’t know what to do. I’ll concentrate on the painting, it helps to not think of the horrors they make me witness.
Everything seems to be racing towards a cliff. They say the world is ending; I’m almost grateful.
-G
Giacomo’s terror is growing tiresome. He’s weak; if there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s that powerlessness that hovers over him. He doesn’t even realize it’s his creativity that fuels Julien’s work; pathetic.
The latest efforts are quite the stroke of genius. The mirrors worked perfectly. It’s amazing the thrill Julien gets as he slides them beneath the skin, he’s vile at times, but at least he’s honest. After the skin is removed the resulting reflective surfaces exposed sculpt the dermis into a series of shattered planes, the way it interacts with light as she moves is breathtaking.
I have looked into it and it seems several of the new extreme advances I’m working on have been pioneered by mortals. Funny, I’d never realized just how far society has come. Years ago I knew there would be a time when these advanced ideas could take root, but what I can do in a night to a kindred takes years of work on a mortal, perhaps by using the blood I can speed that, the healing powers of ghouls might be useful.
Perhaps I shall ask our third if he is willing to be a subject, a counterpoint to the painting Giacomo is making. I should think on this.
-JB
Such a lovely night; the feel of the blood soaked sheets, among other more ephemeral pleasures, a feast for the senses.
The corpse is still at the side of the bed, perhaps I shall have it disposed of, but as I look at my playmates I think I have other priorities. They do look lovely covered in the blood, a shame it won’t stay fresh.
-J
It’s getting worse. All of them seem to be becoming things I can’t even reach. They’re monsters. God I want to hide, to get away but I’m trapped here, inside, where I have to watch. Please someone help me.
I don’t know what to do. I’ll concentrate on the painting, it helps to not think of the horrors they make me witness.
Everything seems to be racing towards a cliff. They say the world is ending; I’m almost grateful.
-G
Giacomo’s terror is growing tiresome. He’s weak; if there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s that powerlessness that hovers over him. He doesn’t even realize it’s his creativity that fuels Julien’s work; pathetic.
The latest efforts are quite the stroke of genius. The mirrors worked perfectly. It’s amazing the thrill Julien gets as he slides them beneath the skin, he’s vile at times, but at least he’s honest. After the skin is removed the resulting reflective surfaces exposed sculpt the dermis into a series of shattered planes, the way it interacts with light as she moves is breathtaking.
I have looked into it and it seems several of the new extreme advances I’m working on have been pioneered by mortals. Funny, I’d never realized just how far society has come. Years ago I knew there would be a time when these advanced ideas could take root, but what I can do in a night to a kindred takes years of work on a mortal, perhaps by using the blood I can speed that, the healing powers of ghouls might be useful.
Perhaps I shall ask our third if he is willing to be a subject, a counterpoint to the painting Giacomo is making. I should think on this.
-JB
Such a lovely night; the feel of the blood soaked sheets, among other more ephemeral pleasures, a feast for the senses.
The corpse is still at the side of the bed, perhaps I shall have it disposed of, but as I look at my playmates I think I have other priorities. They do look lovely covered in the blood, a shame it won’t stay fresh.
-J