Sitting here at Heaven's gate you get to see a lot of people go by - good, bad and in between. No points guessing which you see going by again. Dreams run slowly through my brain, sparking maelstroms of pure thought for no particular reason. Running through the boring ones on fast forward is always an option, but I usually read a book instead and come back later.
When the clouds rise again and are emptied, I take the lift back down to the grey streets and flickering lights of the cityscape. Where oh where have the tollbooths gone? It's no fun to slip on by if there's no one not to notice. Best find someone.
Sparkling shards spread out in front of me. I race them to the ground. Ouch. Falling from Grace sure sucks. I turn and wave at her. No hard feelings. What's a defenestration between friends anyway? A pain in the arse, that's what.
More Brujah voices follow my progress down the street. Don't like wackos making merry at their neato little get togethers, huh. Cramping their leather clad coolness. Not so cool now boys and girls.
I turn and watch the loft for a while. Fairly soon the first of them rushes out slavering into the chill night. Others follow. By now the flames are apparent from the street. Too bad the sprinklers and alarm have mysteriously decided not to work.
Try hard die-hards like the Brutes and the Torries are always foisting their own versions of coolness off on everyone else. It's up to us to give them a kick in the pants, metaphorically (usually) that is, so that they'll have a chance at removing themselves from their little puddles of stagnation. Stagnant waters have little chance of seeing the big picture by running down to the sea. They're more likely to become like the sewage that flooded the Torrie elders pad the other night during that recital. It's a crying shame.
There's the lift again - and there's room left for me! Oops, going down. I think I'll just stay on for the trip this time.
Below the streets are lots of secrets to be discovered. I peer through the mist of pipes, foundations and dirt out the lift window, elbowing the attendant out of the way. There's a warlock wiggling his fingers over some tome of cosmic codswallop, a hairy sleeping her ecologically correct time away beneath a traffic island and of course, the Nossies doing their deep down dark and dirty. Sure, they've got their own things to do, but it's always the same things. Poor sad little immortal sods. Thankfully they've got us to show them the way to . . . hey is it getting hot in here, or is it just me? Certainly seems a bit brighter out the porthole. Are those flames? Aaargh.
Cool is a very relative term, and its certainly cooler in here. Did Hell freeze over? If so, since when did Hell have whole beef on hooks? Someone certainly made a bit of a mess of that guy in the not-so-white-anymore apron hanging there. I throw away the cleaver and walk through the hole in the wall. Boy, is it gross out here. I'll call the Health Department.
Where was I? Geez, my jacket is ruined. Our stuffed-shirt Ventrue "masters" are so lacking in new ideas that it constantly surprises me that they haven't been sucked up into their own anachronisms. The majority of the "We're so evil!" Sabbat brigade has gotten pretty boring fairly fast. Can nobody but us get real unlives? I mean really, they're all so pretentious.
Thankfully there is help. We're here to save the night! Damn straight. Not only have we sons and daughters of Malkav had coolness thrust upon us unasked (yet deservedly), but we try to spread some of Malkav's blessing every day to the poor denizens of our playground that have not had our good fortune. We nudge them along the path to true freedom - where the truth is accessible in the infinity of our own minds. Infinity beckons. It may seem daunting, but after a while it's not so bad. The musak can put your fangs on edge though. Dancing between the stars is where it's at, and we're not doing the slow trot. Damn corpse keeps trying to lead. Here comes another black out. What was the question? Yeah. We're the best. Just . . . because. Isn't it obvious?
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