Number of fucks given in this post: 6
Anatos: uh, so, this is probably where I mention that I can’t drive and need to either be shown how or shown how to ghoul someone who can.
Jack: I recommend learning to drive. I can teach you, no problem.
You can ghoul someone, if you want, since it can be useful to have a mortal you can trust absolutely up to you
Anatos: Also, Daniel told me something called blood bonding… he said it was the same as making a ghoul, but of the kindred… I have a question about that.
Jack: you give the mortal blood 3 times then you are bonded it happens with kindred too.
Anatos: Here’s one of my questions… can kindred tell that a kine is bonded to another kindred?
Jack: Dunno, I don’t think so, but maybe it would show up with Auspex.
Mind you, the person gets utterly devoted to you so their behaviour would probably show that they were blood-bonded to someone
Anatos: okay, next question… if a kindred fed off a ghoul, would they eat that kindred’s blood?
Jack: The Tremere got partly blood-bonded to me when they pulled the blood out of me in that fight. And, no idea – never done it.
Anatos: Guess it’s something to think on.
Jack: Unfortunately, part of my punishment was getting partly blood-bonded to two of them.
Anatos: Punishment?
Jack: For being involved with Magnar’s clusterfuck of a coup attempt.
Anatos: Ah.
Jack: Heh, they probably are punishing me just for surviving it.
Anatos: Heh
Jack: Yeah, nice move of the prince to offer me scourge. On all sorts of levels.
Anatos: Makes sense though.
Jack: Keeps the other clans off guard, secures his power base and lets him keep his eye on the troublemakers, and it’s not like I was in a position to refuse. I wonder if he deliberately chose Scourge to put a barrier between me and the Anarchs.
Anatos: Not just that, makes him look caring and benevolent and when he decides you’ve fucked up, you get the chop, serving as a warning to others.
Jack: Exactly.
Anatos: He either knows you know the Anarchs or knows you know something that’s going on and wants to know what you know, which could be god knows what, you know?
Jack: We need to make sure the Brujah get, or stay powerful enough that he can’t risk doing that. God, we could end up second-guessing his motives for hours or days. I’ll just take the shit while you guys set up our power base.
Anatos: By the way, you know any butchers around here?
Jack: Actually… I know someone in a slaughterhouse.
Anatos: Nice… I need a lot of blood. and a huge ass fridge.
Jack: Yeah? Planning a party?
Anatos: And preferably something to keep the blood in… not sure frozen blocks of blood would be too tasty.
Jack: I can’t get too much blood off him at once – and I need to refill my own supplies after last month. Freezer bags out the supermarket work if you’re freezing it. You can get freezers out of Argos since they deliver.
Anatos: Will wait on that once we’ve got the car sorted… I don’t want any unnecessary deliveries to the training grounds. It gets pretty dark quickly now cos its winter, so I could pick it up myself.
Jack: Good plan.
Anatos: Would be nice if someone else could pay me back for it though. Since I’m getting it for emergency clan use, seeing as though I’m spending the best part of £50G on security gear, I’ll be broke, or broke enough to have to start working very quickly.
Jack: Well, that’s what the nightclub is for. It doesn’t have a massive income so we can’t pay you back immediately.
Anatos: I’m guessing the freezer will only be like £300 at most, bags be what? 50p a bag? dunno what you do to get the blood though…
Jack: As i said, slaughterhouse contact. That’s where I get my personal emergency blood.
Anatos: Yeah, meant I dunno if you’ve had to pay or ghoul ’em.
Jack: Pay. If they ask I just tell them that a friend makes black puddings with it hence why I can’t get tonnes off them at a time.
Anatos: Get me in touch with them, I think I know how to get a shit load of it incognito.
Jack: Oh?
Anatos: Yeah, music vids for a goth or death metal band. They always use loads of fake blood. easier to get animal blood for it, they use gallons of the stuff.
*shows Jack a list of celebrities*
Jack: Which of them are musicians? I’m thinking of getting to talk to all the pub/club owners in Anderston by trying to organise a joint battle of the bands.
Anatos: All of em
Jack: Here you go.
*Jack hands over the name and phone no. of her slaughterhouse contact*
Hell, that would be an excellent way to get the other clubs involved and I can talk to the drug dealers to see who wants to get into the VIP area of the nightclub when we have these people over.
Anatos: Not sure Sir Cliff would like a sniff, but you can bets up fer it definitely the ting tings, she can’t even speak propa
Jack: Well, we only need one so that would work. We can aim for Feb when they are in town.
Anatos: Reckon you can get hold of someone sellin’ Es?
Jack: Piece of piss.
Anatos: Right… now, how hard do you reckon it would be to get a few Es, with my blood all over ’em, into someone’s mouth?
Jack: It’s easier putting it in with a bloody mary, I would’ve thought.
Anatos: Depends if they drink it…
Jack: Not sure a few drops is enough to blood-bond .
Anatos: Suppose I can try… try to get one of the singers or something to take ’em, make sure they keep comin’ back here.
Jack: Dunno if that’s the best plan – having musicians as devoted servants probably gets in the way of them having the independence of thought to make music. If they get good drugs and have a good time that’s probably enough.
Anatos: You ever heard Oasis? They’re gotta be ghouls.
Jack: *laughs*
Ghouls are high maintenance – you got to keep feeding them.
Anatos: Ah. Fek that then.
Jack: Or they lose the other benefits of the blood.
Anatos: So, I’ve gotta ask. That chetee you’ve got. It magic or summat? Y’said its for offin kindred. You know, Daniel or someone is probably better with blood and kindred questions – I’ve only been kindred for about 20 years.
Jack: Nah, just good steel. For chopping heads, or other body parts.
Anatos: 20 years? Fuck that’s almost as old as me.
Jack: Yeah? When were you sired?
Anatos: Er…day or 2 before my 17th.
Jack: Nice birthday present *sardonic tone of voice*
Anatos: Yeah, he said it was an early gift before he done it. Woulda been what..5th Sep 99?
Jack: You must have made a good impression at only 17.
Anatos: Heh, man I lived on a council estate, dad n ma, worked all day, couldn’t get into college, had to get a job. Worked for him wrapping parcels and unpacking boxes.
Jack: What kinds of parcels?
Anatos: Eh, he’s a jeweller. Big one… Most of the stuff was necklaces and stuff. Some shit I wasn’t allowed to touch though, he’d get it himself.
Jack: Heh, my sire is an Anarch. He sired me during the miners strike in ’85 after i almost died saving his life. Didn’t know he was kindred then.
Anatos: Heh. Mines just a stuck up cun… er, prick.
Jack: Yeah?
Anatos: Told me fuck all and made me play doorman into a backroom.
Jack: That sucks. Is that why you decided to leave and come up here?
Anatos: Yeah, bastard said he’s 9th gen or something so he’s allowed to do it or some shit.
Jack: What’s his name?
Anatos: Nah, he sent me up here. Doesn’t seem real reason I’m here like. Not like him to do it, but fuck I dunno what he does
Smith. Ian Smith of Smith and Goldstein.
Jack: So how did you meet Daniel?
Anatos: Eh, sire told me I had to go meet someone on my way up. Told me whereabouts he’d be. Got there to see his ugly mess dragging himself out of the ground. Said he had to get to Glasgow and I had to take him. ever tried running from Ashington to Glasgow in one night? Not fucking easy, worse with a half dead guy to carry.
Jack: Odd. How did you manage to avoid being seen?
Anatos: I’m fast and was in blacks… had about 13 hours of dark. Even without being kindred I’m told I’m strong. Accidentally broke a settee once when I sat on it.
Jack: Yeah, but there are a lot of street lights in the middle of town, and the place is covered in cameras.
Anatos: Oh you mean when we got here. Right.
Jack: Cassidy even says that mages control the cameras, so don’t mess with them.
Anatos: Piece o piss, really. Two drunks crawling around the street, one’s had the shit kicked out of him and I’m taking him to hospital.
Jack: Ah, right. Right, I got people to see and phonecalls to make.
Anatos: You jocks might be drinkers, but you can’t handle it well if I got away with it. And, eh, no probs, I’ll get back to looking at all this security gear that’s been put into the club.
Jack: I’m from Yorkshire so I make no comment. See ya around.
