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The Vision Box (Solo)
By: BIGDoor82 Date: January 26, 2025, 10:43 am
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Anastasia
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/>hearts, out our minds[br]Runnin' 'til we outta time[br]Wild
childs, lookin' good[br]Livin' hard just like we
should[br]-Kesha[br][br][Approved][br]Malkavian | Oracular
Ability[br]Visual (Colorful Sparkles) and Auditory (Whispers)
Hallucinations[br]BP: 12/12, 1/turn | W: 4/4 | Humanity: 6
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*The Ivory Rose Nightclub.*
I’m at the Ivory Rose, as usual. I really do love this place.
It’s so shiny! The sparkles and whispers love it here too.
They’re calm here, settling over the people, and whispering
quietly. The music flows over my body, making me buzz. I dance
in the middle of the Kine, breathing in their scent. They smell
so good. Their scent is… to the Kindred it is akin to smelling
freshly baked bread. I love it.
As I dance within the crowd of moving bodies I feel them brush
against me. I call on the blood, and dance, my presence fills
the room, drawing in a number of people as they stare in *Awe*
of me. They come over, surround me, dance with me. We move with
the music, our bodies intermingling on the dance floor in erotic
fashion, and…I feed from each, just a bit, just enough to slack
my thirst. Each small Kiss is done through an impassioned kiss
where I bite their tongues. When done, I wipe a small amount of
blood from my chin and suck it from my fingers before retreating
to my usual table.
One step, a chill runs through my body. Two steps, lights flash.
Three steps, I fall on my chair, eyes wide, body tense, as the
vision begins…
*A dark, unknown place*
It’s quiet here, unlike the clamorous, rowdy sounds of the club.
The only thing I can hear is…the creak of steel and the crash of
waves on steel shores. I can smell oil, iron, and…blood. I focus
and I begin to hear more, the quiet breaths of sleeping men, the
steady heart beats of sailors at rest. Click, tick, tick, tick,
click, tick, tick, tick, Click… The sound of…a steel door
opening… a safe maybe? Then…a box.. Black lacquer covers it.
Silver fittings. A large balding man sets it on his desk. He’s
the captain, I think.
He’s sitting at his desk, the box before him. The captain looks
like he’s trying to find a way to open the box, but is finding
nothing. He grabs a knife off his belt and begins to pry at the
box. His name slips, and he cuts himself. “F**k!” He yells, as
his blood splatters on the box, and it clicks open. The captain
wraps his hand in a rag and uses his other to push the box open…
His face begins to desicate, his eyes bulge, then liquify.
Within moments, he’s dead, and the box slams shut.
*The Ivory Rose Nightclub*
I wake with a gasp as I sit up bolt straight. Something
dangerous is coming to my Coterie… I need to protect them. The
sparkles dance furiously over the crowd. The whispers are
dissonant. The simply say *He comes*. Someone will come to us
soon. I must be sure we are ready for him, and ready for the
vision box…
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