The REAL Truth Behind Caine...

<shuffling and muttering sounds> 

VENTRUE: Okay, guys, sit down. I suppose you're wondering why 
I've called you all here. 

TOREADOR: I should think so. I have an engagement in two hours 
that I simply MUST attend, and I don't want to be late. 

VENTRUE: Yeah, yeah. Order. <banging noise> Well, I don't 
know about you guys, but my Progeny have been asking some 
rather... embarrassing questions, and I - 

MALKAV: Just tell them that when a Mummy and a Daddy love each 
other very much - 

VENTRUE: Shut up, Malkav. Anyway, they want to know where we 
come from, why, how, the whole bit. I think it's time we had an 
answer for them. 

<silence> 

BRUJAH: Well, what are you asking us for? WE don't fucking know. 

SAULOT: LANGUAGE! 

BRUJAH: Sorry. 

VENTRUE: What about you, Ralph? You seem to have your nose in 
everything. 

NOSFERATU: No, I am... no longer called "Ralph." From this day 
forward, you shall call me: "Nosferatu." 

<silence> 

RAVNOS: I dunno, man. Ralph suits you. 

NOSFERATU: No! I REFUSE to be stuck with that name. 

VENTRUE: Leave him alone Ravnos. 

TOREADOR: Actually, while we're on the subject... 

VENTRUE: What is it now? 

TOREADOR: I have taken the pseudonym "Toreador" 

<more silence> 

HASSAM: You've never even SEEN a bull, let alone fight one, 
Norman. 

TOREADOR: LEAVE ME ALONE!!! 

RAVNOS: I was gonna say something about "full of..." 
Oh, never mind. 

VENTRUE: SHALL we get back to business? 

LASOMBRA: I think "Nosferatu" sounds cool actually, Ralph. 

NOSFERATU: And it's a lot easier to say when you can't 
retract your fangs. 

VENTRUE: GENTLEMEN! 

<silence> 

VENTRUE: Okay, any ideas? 

TZIMISCE: Uh... 

VENTRUE: Yes, Tzimisce? 

TZIMISCE: Yas. Do you think it vaz a disease, perrrhaps? 

SAULOT: Nnnnnnno... I don't think so. I'd know about it by 
now if it was. 

MALKAV: Ooo! Ooo! I've got an idea! 

VENTRUE: <groan> What? 

MALKAV: Ooo! Ooo! We're ALL... aliens! Yeah! 
From the planet... Yuggoth! 

BRUJAH: Malkav? 

MALKAV: Yeah? 

BRUJAH: Drop dead. 

<silence> 

MALKAV: Ain't it just TOO BAD you don't have Dominate? 

BRUJAH: REAL men don't NEED Dominate! 

<thud> 

MALKAV: Owww! 

RAVNOS: Okay, I've got it. 

VENTRUE: Yes? 

RAVNOS: They're not REALLY vampires, they just THINK they are. 

VENTRUE: Hmmm... not bad... but then the dumb ones will try 
to prove you wrong by taking a sunbake. 

LASOMBRA: SO? Weeds out the stupid ones, less of a 
population problem, less nosey Progeny asking 
silly questions. 

TOREADOR: Lasombra, you are perverted. 

LASOMBRA: Hey, am I my brother's keeper? 

TZIMISCE: He has a valid point, frrriend. 

TOREADOR: Sickening creatures. 

<sniggering> 

SAULOT: Brother's keeper... hey! That reminds me! 
You know those guys who wear the funny tea 
towels on their heads - 

HASSAM: WATCH it, three-eyes. 

SAULOT: Sorry. Anyway, they have this old story about this 
one guy who kills his brother and gets cursed, see... 

SUTEKH: Cursssed, you sssay? Hmmm... I like it! 

NOSFERATU: Yeah, but if YOU say it, no-one will believe it. 

TREMERE: I know! We did it by magic! 

<silence> 

BRUJAH: Who the hell are you? 

TREMERE: Oh. Tremere, Arrogant Scheming Mage at your service! 

SAULOT: Hang on, you're not supposed to be here until A.D. 1314! 

TREMERE: So? I'm an Oracle of Time. I'll be when I want. 

VENTRUE: A mortal, eh? Hey, Tremere! 

TREMERE: Yeah? 

VENTRUE: GET OUT. 

TREMERE: Sure. <slam> <muffled> Damn. Must learn how to do that. 

VENTRUE: Now, we might be onto something with this "curse" business. 
We haven't heard from Gangrel yet, and we need a female 
opinion at this juncture. What do you think, Gangrel? 

<silence> 

VENTRUE: Gangrel? 

<more silence> 

VENTRUE: Anybody seen Gangrel? 

RAVNOS: Errr, actually, we've had a bit of a disagreement... 

MALKAV: Awww, doesn't Mummy wuv you any more? 

RAVNOS: Suck off. 

MALKAV: DOES she do it doggy-style? 

<biff> 

RAVNOS: Thank you, Brujah. 

BRUJAH: No prob, bro. 

VENTRUE: Okay, so what gives with this curse thing? 

SAULOT: Well, they say that the first two sons of the first 
man had to give offerings to God. The first brother 
gave plants and stuff, and the second 
brother gave animal blood. 

ALL: Yeah! Alright! Sounds great! Cool! 

SAULOT: So the older one - Cain, I think - killed Abel, 
the younger one, and was cursed by God for the 
very first murder. 

HASSAM: Innovative man, this Cain. 

SUTEKH: Ssso, we're dessscended from a psssychopathic 
greengrocccer. How about we're dessscended 
from the MURDERED one, ssso that we are 
the CHOSSSEN of God, the 
INHERITORSSS of DIVINE POWER, the - 

MALKAV: You REALLY have a God complex, don't you Sutekh? 
Tell me about your mother. Did she lock 
you in a cupboard? Or - 

<biff> 

BRUJAH: Final warning, kook. 

VENTRUE: Sutekh, please, stop standing on your chair. 

TREMERE: I like the "cursed by God" thing, actually. 

VENTRUE: How did YOU get in here? 

TREMERE: Correspondence. Don't you know ANYTHING? 
Hey, Saulot! 

SAULOT: Yeah? 

TREMERE: I JUST worked out where I've seen you before. 
Could I have a word with you outside? It won't 
take more than five minutes. Promise. 

SAULOT: Sure. You seem like a decent enough fellow. 

<slam> 

LASOMBRA: Wonder what he wants... anyway... 

TOREADOR: I think I prefer the older brother. He's a charming, 
regal figure who diligently sacrifices for his Lord, 
but is consumed by jealousy into a desperate act - 
which he regrets later, of course - but TOO LATE 
to avoid the harsh judgment of an UNCARING God, 
and is DOOMED to wander the earth, OUTCAST from 
his fellow man! Oh, the horror! 
Oh, the HUMANITY! Oh, the ANGST! 

BRUJAH: What's an "angst"? 

SUTEKH: Oh, it'sss a kind of a crossss, but with a loopy bit 
on top. My guysss love 'em. 

BRUJAH: Oh. <pause> I don't get it... 

TOREADOR: Philistines. 

<scream from outside> 

TZIMISCE: Vat the hell vas that? 

NOSFERATU: Sounded like Saulot. HEY! YOU GUYS SHUT UP 
OUT THERE! 

<door opens> 

TREMERE: Oh, sorry, uhhh... Saulot says to say that, uhh, 
he... had to leave - real quick, like... uhhh, 
but he was REAL happy about it, and, uhhh, he 
was glad he caught up with you guys again. 

NOSFERATU: Is it me, or does he look kinda pale? 

VENTRUE: Who cares? Getting back to this curse thing ... 

LASOMBRA: So, are we his direct Progeny, then? 'Cos if so, 
how come we don't know where he is now? 

MALKAV: Errr, he made us, then ran away. Really fast. 

RAVNOS: No, no, no, he made some OTHER guys first, 
and then THEY made US... 

TOREADOR: And he repented of The Horror He Had Unleashed 
Upon The Earth! And banished himself from 
the sight of ALL! 

MALKAV: AND ran away really fast. 

TOREADOR: If you must. 

VENTRUE: But how come we're all so different? 

TOREADOR: The Curse works in Mysterious Ways... 

NOSFERATU: Yeah! I used to be the most handsome man 
in the world... 

RAVNOS: Yeah, right. 

LASOMBRA: And I had a reflection! 

BRUJAH: Can I have been a philosopher? 

RAVNOS: And Toreador used to have taste... 

MALKAV: And I used to be insane! 

<silence> 

VENTRUE: I think we might be pushing our luck here. 

SUTEKH: Any BETTER ideasss? 

VENTRUE: Well, let's put it to a vote, then. Magic? 

TREMERE: Aye. 

VENTRUE: That's one. 

<silence> 

VENTRUE: Okay, aliens from the planet Yuggoth? 

MALKAV: Twenty-three. 

VENTRUE: Your multiple personalities don't count, Malkav. 

MALKAV: Awww ... 

VENTRUE: The chosen son of God...? Sutekh, Lasombra, Tzimisce. 
Any others? 

HASSAM: Aye. 

VENTRUE: Okay, that's four. Cursed children of a psychopathic 
green-grocer...? That's four, plus myself, five. 

<groans> 

LASOMBRA: Swinging the vote, you black-balling bureaucrat! 

VENTRUE: If you don't like it, go and form your OWN group. 

LASOMBRA: Maybe I will. 

VENTRUE: Okay, then, I charge all of you to disperse this data 
to your Progeny, and I'll have MY people send out 
memos in triplicate to YOUR people before the 
start of the next fiscal year. 
Meeting adjourned!

<banging noise, general muttering and shuffling>
Drinks anyone? 

MALKAV: I think Tremere just ate - 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaahhhh... 

TZIMISCE: Vy did you throw him out ze window, Bruhah? 

BRUJAH: I dunno, man, just something I had to do... 
<sulking> None of you understand me, 
anyway... 

HASSAM: <whispered> Hey, Tremere! 

TREMERE: What? 

HASSAM: Saulot - you did him in, didn't you? 
You snuffed him. Sucked him dry. 

TREMERE: Uhhh... yeah, I did. 

<silence> 

HASSAM: What's it like?