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Feb 06, 2006 23:11

I really don't like this. The more these things go on the more we're forced to tip our hands...and the more we tip our hands the harder I have to work to keep things in balance. There's something about being Camarilla that makes you a slave to the balance. I don't mind; it is, after all, my calling in life.

Though frankly, being what I am is a colossal headache sometimes.


The house is yours for however long you wish to stay. If you bring dinner home, use the kitchen; the floor is sealed for just that purpose.


You are maddening. Get out of my head.


There are many times when I curse that blasted bitch Hanamura. This would be one of them. Not only does she curse me with the memories and the scars I must carry, not only does she warp me in ways I never wanted to imagine possible, not only does she doom me to wander the planet alone when all I really wanted to do was die, but she just had to be ancient enough to make me a higher generation than any other Ventrue in the city. Thus I get to deal with all this nonsense. I'm overjoyed, truly I am. Though I must say, for all that we don't get along all that often and he chafes at his employment, I'm rather glad Yukimura is around. It can occasionally be refreshing to get another viewpoint and An-san is utterly adorable.
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