Nov 1995
HWC: By the way , what do Sabbateer Malks do to those who wanna learn their neato discipline? Something excessive, I guess.
RevO: They drink your blood and bury you, and you gotta dig out. I did it once -- unfun. But I know all the neeto disciplines now...
HWC: I heard something about that, but have this thing about being blood bound ( I know it's a bit different with the "V" thing, but all the same. .)
RevO: You're blood bound? Poor thing. What's it like, I've heard about it, of course, but I think it's just a rumor. Maybe you could prove it to me?
HWC: Yeah. Didn't want to chance my latin spelling (you're so brave).
RevO: No, it's not a blood bond, it's something else. Ever see the movie Big Trouble in Little China? (And you're not a Malk if you haven't.) Ya know where they're going down to the bad guy's hideout in the sewers, and they all chug that potion first? And then they're all happy to be doing what they're doing, and they trust each other and feel good about it all? THAT'S what it's like. Not a bond, more a feeling of community. It's actually pretty decent. This coming from the anarch.
HWC: Sounds pretty cool put that way. I assume the hand signals to each other aren't mandatory. (Although I wouldn't mind, I quite liked them.)
RevO: Naw, they aren't mandatory, but it's better than yelling out what you're gonna do. Also, most Sabbat don't have signs on their foreheads identifying them as such...hence the signals.
HWC: So you're an anarch still? Even after the Sabbat membership. The two aren't mutually exclusive then. . . Pardon my ignorance, but we've got little range in our vampiric social setups here in NZ due to the severe lack of vessels ( and therefore us). The only Sabbat I've met were Black Hand (?) moving in on Auckland's prince and I think I've only met one anarch.
RevO: I've been Camarilla, Sabbat, Arcanum, Inconnu, Servant of Set (that didn't last long...I enslaved the local priests), almost became a Black Spiral Dancer (which was fun), and TRIED to marry into the Giovanni. Currently I'm unaffiliated, and loving it. Black Hand dudes are unfun. No sense of humor. I've long campaigned for their disbanding. They've long campaigned for mine. We get along.
HWC: I guess the only option is that socially unacceptable route involving the true death of one of them and some bad karma in my aura. This would undoubtedly produce bad karma in my vicinity leading to my true death, however. Unless I'm very tricksy. . .
RevO: They wouldn't trust ya much then. Unless you walked right up to one while the whole pack was watching, said "I'll take you down, boyo" and have at. Should you win, maybe they'll take you. That's how I got in.
HWC: And if they don't take you it's either hell for leather out of there or your skin becomes an interesting throwrug? The community all in on the interloper. . . or does some version of honour come into it? Or is the idea to find the biggest, baddest bastich and impress them all a shitload by ripping him up big time?
RevO: Actually, they laughed at me and took me to the local gym, where they set up a boxing match against me and some monster Tzimisce dude. He went Crinos, I have more Potence than a Garou has teeth. Pow. Knocked him right out of the ring, and into the far wall. They all went "ooooooooooaaaaaaaahhh." And the next thing I know I'm clawing my way towards the surface. The Sabbat will give most anyone a chance to join, after they prove themselves capable of surviving. The Vinculum makes it very difficult to lie to your packmates, and of course you're gonna suck more Auspex then what goes down at a Tremere social function. Your intentions have best be true.
HWC: I think I might have to take a visit down south again (where they hang out here). Feel like trying something new.
RevO: You're welcome. If you join, I hope you survive the creation rites. And do tell them I sent you.
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A Discourse on the Sabbat
between the Reverend Omnicynic and Handel W. Care
Wandering around on the Malkavian Madness Network you can get to meet some very wise and interesting people, also some complete psychopaths. The Reverend Omnicynic took some time out of his busy unlife to answer a few questions I had on my neverending search for knowledge ( and new disciplines to learn).
