Radio 2026/05/11(Mon)06:29 No. 1126634 ID: dd0d8e
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It's cold tonight.
A draft rises through the floorboards of your old apartment, shuddering the planks in a dance you are all too familiar with. You've tangoed with the brisk air of October for nearly 80 years, and at this point few would be able to match the way your feet sway across the floor.

Your eyes glance to the window, steel wire lacing across the once luxurious panels of the frame, watching the quiet hustle of the night. Chicago keeps itself occupied at all hours, with a dignity matching the waves of Lake Michigan crashing upon the shores of the city.

If this were new to you, if anything were new to you, perhaps there could be some form of poetry you could pull from it. But there's no more poetry for you, no art, music, passion, or life. Instead, you can merely trace the shadows of what once was, shriveling into nonexistence with each rise of the sun.

Your name is Autumn, a member of Clan Lasombra.

Others refered to you as a Cainite, or a Kindred, but without the pomp and circumstance it all means the same thing.

You are a Vampire.

Tonight is just another night, of course, but the question still remains.

What do you do?

Perhaps it's time to find someone to mentor as your heir.
Maybe if you feel you feel drained and lost meaning to your life, maybe it's time to give someone else meaning and in turn, give yourself new meaning in life?
Turn into a bat, take flight to the Cloud Gate sculpture in Millennium Park.
Find a worthy heir to suck the blood of to become a vampire.
Someone lonely?
someone nobody would miss?
someone with nothing to lose?
whoever it may be, find some potential targets.

Sounds like SOMEBODY needs a castle! Or a crypt.

Are you related to Rayman? As for what you should do, get a hobby or do something crazy. With so many years of being a vampire you need to switch it up, do something you never did before. Maybe you will like it.

Go seduce a human on the verge of Awakening
See if you can trick them into turning you into a god with their first burst of raw magic

check to see if any of the clans under the masquerade have done something stupid that you'd need to watch out for. If so, you'll probably have to deal with it, if not, go to a bar and find yourself a "drink".

>>1126634
Ennui is torpor of the spirit.
Its ally is routine.
So.
What do you do?
Something you normally wouldnt.

A wander through places outside of your domain.
Find some glittering flickers of light in the dark and grey of the city and... be amongst them.
I suggest an all night diner with a large window to stare out of, to start.

Do you have the most important VTM perk of all, the ability to enjoy non-blood food?

Locate a cute gal to flirt with? Mortal, or fellow vampire is really a matter of taste~

Where do we stand with the greater Camarilla, Anarch, or Sabbat sects? Secondly, how is our hunger at the moment? Do we have a particular feeding habit we follow?

You need to find something different. Do something different. But to do that, you must be strong. Ready for anything. You must drink.

Its time for change, as stagnancy is death.

buy an RV and get out there

Alright, you have an apartment, just get a computer and become a YouTuber who pretends that they are a fake vampire. I don't know anything about Vampire: The Masquerade. I just wanted to contribute

>>1126634
Retrieve arms from coffin.

Radio 2026/05/14(Thu)07:41 No. 1126796 ID: 456908
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>Where do we stand with the greater Camarilla, Anarch, or Sabbat sects?

You have a long and sordid history with the various sects that play chess with your existence, but grow old enough and you'll always reach that conclusion. Needless to say, a slide show of every step through your unlife's political identity would be...counter intuitive.

At one point, you were a member of the Sabbat, but times have changed and so have you. The cost of membership was high, but you paid it, and can now say that you are a citizen of the Camarilla

Currently, you are sitting at three status: Acknowledged, Loyal, Intuitive.


>Secondly, how is our hunger at the moment? Do we have a particular feeding habit we follow?
>Sounds like SOMEBODY needs a castle! Or a crypt.

You are quite sated, but suppose you could still eat. You are able to go out and hunt, but you've concocted a scheme that offers you much more regular livestock. Having crafted the lower half of your Haven into a museum of sorts, it's easy enough to pull an unassuming tourist to a room they hadn't suspected, and fill yourself gluttonous with their nectar.
Still, you always remember to refrain from drinking too deeply. Too heavy a meal will rouse suspicion, and that is the last thing you need.


>Perhaps it's time to find someone to mentor as your heir.

A echoing shiver rises through your spine, like a living memory of something you'd rather forget.

"How long have you been alone, Autumn?"

The nagging question- or maybe instinct - rises from within you. From the beast that only wishes to eat, kill, and fuck its way to survival. True, it has been years since you've shared the company of another, but the intimacy is a form of punishment in its own right.

Could you handle staring into the eyes of something so young and feeble, and watch as the love you force them to feel turns to disgust? It's happened before, but perhaps...this time it could be different?

You shake yourself free from the fantasy, realizing the much more pressing logistical issues.

To create a new kindred, to birth a childe, is covered under the Tradition of Progeny. Before any member of the Camarilla is able to bring new unlife into our world, they must receive the blessing of their Prince. To undermine this would be scandalous, and likely lead to the death of both sire and childe.

Still, the feeling lingers in your mind...it's unlikely to receive a positive response, but the right to ask for permission is available, if you want it.


>Go seduce a human on the verge of Awakening

NOPE.

You make a habit of avoiding wizards at the best of times. As the old adage goes: "They can turn us into fucking lawn chairs."

The closest you engage with that sort of mysticism is the blood mages of Clan Tremere, and that's always been more of a 'last resort' type of relationship.

After the situation in Mexico City, things got...complicated between you.


>You need to find something different. Do something different.
>Its time for change, as stagnancy is death.
>Locate a cute gal to flirt with? Mortal, or fellow vampire is really a matter of taste~
>A wander through places outside of your domain.
>Do you have the most important VTM perk of all, the ability to enjoy non-blood food?
>check to see if any of the clans under the masquerade have done something stupid that you'd need to watch out for.

The thought lingers in your mind for a moment, a feint flitter of life seems to click into place. It's been awhile since you left the safety of your Haven for any reason other than politics. You'd almost forgotten that you were born with an often envied ability, you can actually savor food

Of course, you have to puke it up by the end of the night, or I suppose you could let it slowly rot in your gut until you eventually expel it...but probably best to get it all sorted in one go, eh?

The thought of visiting a few establishments around town brings a translucent glimpse of humanity that you've lacked recently. Plus while you're out, you might be able to see if any other kindred are sticking their noses where they ought not be.

...And who knows, perhaps someone you run into might be cause of brief amusment.

Radio 2026/05/14(Thu)07:44 No. 1126797 ID: 456908
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Now that you've decided to go out, you suppose it's time to consider your options. Off the top of your head, you can think of three locations.

1. Tesseract: A high end restaurant, usually visited by the elite of the city. Likely to have other Kindred present, specifically from one of the High Clans. Luxurious, but with the potential to get snubbed by those above you.
2. Beaters: A nightclub near the University of Chicago. Mostly for frat boys to mooch on rich blonde girls, and rarely visited by other vampires. Cheap fun, but you're likely to stick out.
3. Absolute Territory: A queer bar with emphasis on drag artists, punks, ravers, and goths. A loud and raucous party zone, popular with kindred of the Low Clans and the occasional Anarch. Lively, but could cause some friction if you have to deal with the wrong types.

While you decide, you take a mental check of yourself.

CURRENT STATE OF AUTUMN

-Humanity: 5 out of 10
-Hunger: 4 out of 5
-Generation: 7
-Status: Acknowledged, Loyal, Intuitive
-Predator Type: Trapdoor

KNOWN DISCIPLINES
-Dominate: 5
-Potence: 4
-Oblivion: 6
-Obfuscate: 3

MERITS
-Eat Food
-Bonds of Fealty
-Mystic of the Void
FLAWS
-Inherited Bane
-Living in the Past

When you need to check in on yourself, you remember a mnemonic device trained into your psyche. You must only think the phrase 'Going, Going, Gone' and you'll take a moment of reflection.

Now, where have you decided on?

>Tesseract,

make some contacts amongst the mortal to help spread awareness of your museum to both attract more costumers and snacks.

>>1126796
>Ex-Sabbat
How the fuck did you get through that with your sanity intact, especially when you're a woman and the Sabbat are sexist proto-Nazis?
>Camarilla
... Definitely a step up in terms of quality of unlife, but this can't be a healthy long-term strategy. The Camarilla is an MLM. You need to find an exit route. Sign on as a werewolf's mercenary servant, if necessary.

>Kids
Be on the lookout for a kid, one who has already been abandoned and still hangs on. If you can find one, you can raise them as a parent, and let them decide if they want your path. I'm sure the Prince would rubber-stamp such a long-prepared request... right?

>Passive: Taste
...Hm.
Of course, finding a way to birth a child in your vampiric state would cement you in history...
Taste indicates that you might be able to feel something. Something that every other vampiric researcher overlooked.

Tesseract seems like a good plan. Perhaps we might see about setting up some kind of exhibition with the owner? Drum up some business to bring them back to the museum for our own purposes.

>>1126801
So ghouling a child is what you're saying. I mean, it would be a long term investment if we're willing to put in the work, and yeah if we do that it stands to reason the Prince would sign off on it.

>How the fuck did you get through that with your sanity intact, especially when you're a woman and the Sabbat are sexist proto-Nazis?
It's not impossible, but given that we are 7th generation (fairly powerful), and Lasombra, If we're going by 5th edition lore Lasombra has had something of a break with the greater Sabbat it stands to reason that she has partaken in diablerie to attain that low of generation. The hardest part was definitely breaking the vaulderie pact.

My guess is we had to do something to ingratiate ourselves with the Prince or some show of penance. Probably took a while, or we have something that the Prince wants...

>>1126797
Tesseract sounds like familiar territory,,but a good,place to start.
A step to begin, rather than a sprint.

Our search will lead us only to sorrow, in the end. But that is good. Sorrow is something. Despair, disappointment, regret, these are something. Decay is still a shadow of life. The burning non-agony of nothingness is what we must escape, if only for a flickering moment of futility.

I say head to Absolute Territory. We must stretch as far as we can, though we can only hope to savor the snap.

I sortof wonder if going to Absolute Territory and getting in a scuffle with "the wrong types" might not help shake up your mood.

>food rots in your stomach
Makes me wonder about like, if you could pickle vegetables in a vampire's stomach

Tesseract. The refined food should compensate for the haughty fauna.

>>1126801
>the Sabbat are sexist proto-Nazis
Someone's been exclusively consuming Camarilla propaganda I see. The Sabbat are MONSTERS, to be sure, but they are classy monsters who know they are monsters, acting out the role ordained them by the Abrahamic God. The hungry hoards of low-life shovel-heads raised as foot soldiers in recent nights are not intended to survive long on the front lines, though they do often become the public face of the Sabbat for Camarilla members.

>>1126804
[reply to spoiler tag]
It's 5th ed, yeah. Predator Type wasn't a thing on the character sheet till recently. The standard price for them to join the Camarilla was to deliver a staked Sabbat vampire of lower generation to the Prince, sometimes literally your elder. It would have been a bad time for sure.

While it does make sense, I predict that going to Tesseract would quickly become leaving the house for politics again. Go as far from your comfort zone as you can drag yourself.

Head for the Absolute Territory

>>1126797
3. Absolute Territory sounds the most appealing. It's sure to be filled with fresh and exotic entertainment that will liven up our night. And perhaps more than just our night, if we can find a promising artistic soul with more talent than fortune. Help them rise up above their fellows, and they could grow into a delightful companion for our lonely existence.

Radio 2026/05/18(Mon)03:49 No. 1126941 ID: 565879
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Your mind seems split, stuck halfway between risk and reward. The unknown allure of Absolute Territory traces your dead synapses for a good while...but for better or for worse, you settle on Tesseract.

Maybe you can't quite shake off that desire to be productive, or maybe you just don't know how to have fun anymore. Regardless, it's been decided.


The trip through your Haven is quick, a route you've taken night after night before. There's not a spot in your home that you haven't memorized, down to the way dust hangs upon your various sculptures and curiosities. You never hesitate when you take a corner in your abode, which makes you quite agile when need be.

Soon enough you've reached the garage, with one of your ghouls silently slipping into the driver's seat of your favorite car, a Rolls Royce Silver Shadow.

Of course, you had it customized for your own enjoyment, namely in changing that Silver Shadow to a proper void tone. You believe the mortals call the color Vanta Black but you couldn't be bothered to confirm. It just feels right, to see the way it consumes all light. It feels like a friend, or the closest thing you can have to one.

"Take me to Tesseract, I have business."

Your ghoul silently complies as you slip into the back seat, realizing that this was the first time you'd used your voice in...god, has it really been a week? You understand the why behind it, you simply haven't needed to say anything, but the reality of your voluntary silence sits heavy in your stomach for just a moment, as you pull out of the garage and into the streets of Chicago.


Rain lightly pelts on the window, and your mind begins to wander.


>How the fuck did you get through that with your sanity intact, especially when you're a woman and the Sabbat are sexist proto-Nazis?
>The Sabbat are MONSTERS, to be sure, but they are classy monsters who know they are monsters

Ah, time to reconsider your life choices again. What a familiar game for you to play, the bitter taste of regret lingering on your tongue.

The Sabbat, what can be said about the Sabbat? The idolatry, the worship, the sheer zealous passion of it all was something to be marveled. You'd witnessed so many acts that defined nature itself, in the name of the great father Cain. It would be a lie to say that you don't have any fond memories of your time there.

You were embraced into it all, to a sire that must despise you. You were taught the ways of the kindred life from them, bonded and raised up in their clutch.

It really seemed like they loved you.

But times change and the call of the elders began to break apart your family, if you want to call it that. A decision had to be made, would you follow them?

...well, you made your choice.


>it stands to reason that she has partaken in diablerie to attain that low of generation.

Of course you've diablerized. You're not proud of it, but it's just an objective fact. In the Camarilla, there are many untold truths that everyone knows, and one of those is that Lasombra joining the Ivory Tower have almost certainly drank of another kindred's soul.

You question why you have to clarify this, aren't the voices in your head proof? When you answer their curiosities, aren't you reminded of who you've consumed?

They never completely leave you, after all.


> The hardest part was definitely breaking the vaulderie pact.

It really, really was.

You don't feel like dwelling on that for very much longer.


>So ghouling a child is what you're saying. I mean, it would be a long term investment if we're willing to put in the work, and yeah if we do that it stands to reason the Prince would sign off on it.

There aren't any hard rules to bringing a child into the fold of your kind, but such things present risks. Namely that ghouls do not age.


Before going further into the complex details of why children and vampires are notoriously hard to mix, you feel your car come to a stop. Your Ghoul turns to look back at you, the glint in their eyes laced with your essence fueling them.

"We've arrived, madame."

With a nod, you slip through the car door and into the entrance of Tesseract, ready to begin your night.

Radio 2026/05/18(Mon)03:51 No. 1126942 ID: 565879
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The din of Tesseract is polite, but lively. Men and women dressed in elegant garb line the tables from end to end, as an atmospheric haze drips from the crystal light figures over head. The smooth rumble of cater waiters passing by seems to complete the contemporary scene, and you're quick to request your usual spot from the hostess on duty.

You're led to a one person table, looking out across the rest of the establishment in an angle that could be called voyeuristic. People watching always seemed novel to you, and if someone asked you what your hobbies were, that would likely be the closest you could come up with.

A sommelier approaches your table and asks if you have any specific requests. Without hesitation, you ask for 1970 Ichor Red. He nods automatically and requests your name, which you offer.
Selecting a bottle from his caddy, you are poured a glass of rich, burgundy liquid that swishes delicately while poured. As the drink is handed to you, the sommelier politely leaves, informing you that your server will be there shortly. You take a small sip of your beverage, sighing in content.

Vitae.

It's an amusing little system at Tesseract, a way of informing the owner that there are kindred present. It covers the tradition of hospitality, and helps to build some trust between both parties. Momentarily she will be informed or your arrival, and if she has need of you she will call for you, though that's frankly unlikely. It's not like you had any gossip for her-

"Welllllllll, isn't this fun?"

Radio 2026/05/18(Mon)03:52 No. 1126943 ID: 565879
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Your eyes turn your view to the woman who has approached your table.

"Hmmm, looks like someone didn't get the memo..." The woman smiles with a glint of malice in her eyes. "I hope you enjoy dining in my establishment, heh."

You are taken off guard. This is not the owner of Tessract, or it wasn't the last time you came here, anyways.

Tell us about who we were before we were consumed! Flatter us! We deserve it!

So this place is under new management than? Hmm, how long ago did this happen and I can’t help but wonder if the change was because of politics, being forced out, or the unlikely event that the old owner just decided they didn’t want to deal with this place anymore and dumped it off on someone else?

Hmm. You are looking for something different, after all. Smile, as if you are delighted. Tell her you don't like to rob yourself of surprises entirely, and here is the payoff - where you expected only a meal, you get novelty too, and what an impressive first impression...

Or something like that. It is important you compliment her somehow, in addition to giving the impression all is as you will it. That malicious glint speaks to a spirit that hungers to feel superior. Better you choose to give it to her from the position of a peer than have her try to take it from what she sees as a toy. Surely she wants to gloat over her achievements - a fine enough way to get the information on how things have changed. This is her first impression of you, too, and best lay the right foundation. Speak with deliberation, you are out of practice.

Dull, dull, I know, I know. Did you really come here for anything else but to play the same old games? We might as well get what use and what fun as we can out of a new piece, at least.

>>1126943
Well well.
Things are different already.
Memo.
Modern term for missive.
Shes young or adaptable.
Im guessing kindred by the way.
Time to learn about some new things.
What has happened?

>>1126943
Times change and businesses change hands as the sands of time flow. Is this person anyone we know? They are most likely someone we have dealings with, probably another member of the Camarilla. Based on her appearance and if she owns this place, I assume she is either a Ventrue or Toreador.

>>1126944
We were obviously a malkavian, why else would there be a lot of other voices.

Well it seems she wants to talk. invite her to join you. get introduced.

Radio 2026/05/28(Thu)08:46 No. 1127270 ID: 8ea880
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>Tell us about who we were before we were consumed!
>We were obviously a malkavian, why else would there be a lot of other voices.

It would be difficult to say who the voices in your head were before they were eaten, as there's simply too many for you to count. Not all of your meals were meant to lower your generation, others were to permanently eliminate a rival, or to seal a threat against enemy kindred.

Of course, one of them was a Malkavian...so perhaps that's why their voices are so much more noticeable than before. You've only taken to listening to them recently, but their words tend to have much more sway than in the past.


>So this place is under new management than?
>Is this person anyone we know?
>Shes young or adaptable.

Getting back to the subject at hand, your attention shifts to the woman in a power suit. She appears older than you, but that's not much help when it comes to Kindred, assuming she's of the blood. Her language is much sleeker than your own, which suggests she's either freshly embraced, or much better at shifting to changing times. You hadn't gone to the latest Elysium, so there's a chance that this woman is with the Camarilla and has only just entered the city.

I mean, it's not likely, but it's always a possibility.

Whoever it is, you don't know anything about her. If she IS Cam, then Toreador or Ventrue is a solid guess. Both clans offer their own special favor of superiority complex, and clearly this woman is dripping in it.

You turn back to sit properly in your seat, letting the mysterious woman stand behind you for awhile. She has a curious aura to her, like the eyes of a deer head mounted on the wall watching over the parlor, but soon enough she moves to the other side of your table, and you're face to face.

Radio 2026/05/28(Thu)08:48 No. 1127271 ID: 8ea880
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>Well it seems she wants to talk.
>Smile, as if you are delighted.

A part of you is frustrated that once again you fall into Kindred politics, while another wonders if you were planning this from the start. You bite the inside of your mouth for the smallest millisecond, before letting it melt into a smile. This is proving to be somewhat difficult for you, given your lack of usual expression, but you do what you can.

"Well, I don't like to rob myself of surprises entirely, and here is the payoff - where I expected only a meal, I get novelty too, and what an impressive first impression..."

The woman's eyebrows raise, the wrinkles on her face pulling up with a grin that crosses her black painted lips. Even if she is younger than you, she carries a body language rich with experience.

"Oh my my my my MY, aren't we eager to praise tonight." Her voice is like a trapeze artist dancing through the air, limbs splaying back and forth as if she's going to come crashing down into the dirt. "Seems you're smart enough to try and read what I want...it's a VERY becoming trait of a young woman."

...and just like that, the acrobat skillfully nails the landing.

"Well, I can play to one's desires and also speak the truth, yes?" You slip into a familiar rhythm of honey words loaded with implication, something you picked up in your first ten years of unlife. "I mean, you must admit you leave quite an impression, I can't help but be impressed."

Her hand reaches up to adjust the scarf wrapped skillfully across her head, a sort of humming lilt in the back of her throat.

"True true trueeeee, I am impressive aren't I? It's difficult to build yourself from the ground up these days, an independent girl boss with the weight of the patriarchy bearing down upon it, and an out of date system that refuses her entry-"

Her eyes suddenly grow sharp, the grin on her face twisting into a mild sneer.

"-simply because of a familial leaning she had no choice in being selected for. Pity that." Given the look on her face, you figure there's absolutely no pity in her mind. "So I settle for the next best option. But I'm getting much much much ahead of myself, aren't I?"

Her fingers extends out, offering a polite handshake, nails painted a stylish orange.
"I'm Bathsheba, girl. Consider me the head of Tesseract, and erase any previous owners you may have known and/or hallucinated. Your mind should only be thinking about meeeeee...."
You glance over the hand with hesitation, trying to decide your next move.

The main piece of advice you should be implicitly giving her is that you have no idea what the fuck she's actually trying to say.

So sip your wine and don't say another word. Spend your time here contemplating your next move.

bow you're head a little in acknowledgement to let her know you heard her but don't shake the hand. You just grabbed your wine glass and it would be terribly inconvenient to put it back down before you stated your thirst after all.

Though I can't tell if she's just doing a bad job of trying to mind control you or is desperate to look powerful in the hopes of winning you over to her side to build up a power base since she is new to this city... or at least new to being someone who's considered a player (no mater how small) rather than just a pawn.

>>1127271
Is Ms. Bathsheba seriously trying to Dominate us? Okay, no. We've never seen her before and to do so upon first meeting is just rude. Dominate back, our will is stronger than hers, just let her know where WE stand.

Dominate is one of the disciplines of Clan Lasombra, what's our Dominate level/abilities we can tap into? Remember we're just trying to flex a little on her for trying the same with us.

>>1127279
This!