Thread: beautiful abominations (attn cocteau)

As the door opened, the motion sensor beeped in Cocteaus office. Looking at the monitor he cracked a small smile. He watched the Scourge walk in and gaze in wonderment. Taking a deep drag from the cigarette, he stood and began down the hall listening to the music.

Coming up from behind, he stops some ten feet away. He waits until the song is finished, not wanting to interupt. "It's been quite some time since I taught you that. Well remembered. And what can I do for Lamar's Scourge this evening?" He gestures for the gangrel to follow him back to his office.

((Heres a youtube link for the song as well))
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POsrnVau0ps

he sat for a few moments looking at the piano and even deeper the reflection of the beautiful black finish. " you know titles arnt needed with me cocteau. it has been a long time since ive remembered that song."

he reached up slowly closing the keyguard and then the opened lid. laid to rest the piano sat quietly a coffin of the past. he nodded to the man he had previously called master as he followed " music has always enraptured you. more than anyone else i know even the others of the rose." his hand carressed a guitar as he passed it.

Watching the man before him treat the instrument reverently brought a glimmer of pride and perhaps even a moment of joy to his cold dead heart. Looking at the disheveled creature before him he relished teh idea of how one might look at him and not even relize such fingers could traipse across the keys to create such a tapestry of beauty and pain wrapped in sound.

As he begins to feel the emtions of the Gangrel, he realizes this is more than a recap of music class. Moving behind him he places his hands on Kendovs shoulders.

"You're weary, old man... we all get weary. Theres never enough time, even for the eternal. What is it you doubt? Your goal is honorable and lofty, my friend. though, i fear ultiomately...it will fail. Not of your doing, or inability...but it is the nature of what we are...like a song...there is a rythem to it...it drones on and on in the background...like this beautiful Abomination...and we rise and fall...arias and dirges...you have to keep going, Vanagandr. eventually we'll all see the sun...or fall to one another...you have to keep going."

He takes his hands away and steps back, lighting another cigarette.

" to see such a young girl thrust into this world. monsters and demons the world outside never see's we dash them upon the rocks with no hope for a better life. its true , i am old but she stands near to me and i cling to the past. how can i be what anyone needs if all they see is a pair of claws and teeth in the night? " he turns looking him in the eyes.

"when i crawled out of that pit you where there and taught me much of this new world. things where not always so .. violent against each other. the clamor for power will most likely fail like you say but i have to try and change it even if its for only one person."

Cocteau inhales again from the cigarette and nods. "In times past you may not have seen it, but they have been this way ever since sides were taken. A girl you say? We're aqll girls and boys in the fleeting moments after unlife...but then we survive...we age...we learn. Your family are survivors, are they not? Then she will have a grand teacher."

He smiles and picks up a guitar, fingering it in a spanish style. "You wish to show your clan as more than animals? Lets start with making you more presentable. Some new clothes...a hair brush..something that lewts you blend better with the kine. Theres a beast in all of us, and your family moreso, but outwardly, show yourself as a man and not a beast, yes?"

" the body of mountain and sky." he whispers as cocteau mentions survivors

as he mentions hair cutting he touches his head and then the braids before nodding " as a man yes but my hair.. it is my family it cannot be cut."

"you have always done much for me and i so little for you. even the nights there where not enough to repay you"

"I would not presume to tell you how to go about modernizing yourself, however...should you stick out too much...well, we must always preserve the Masquerade. However, a bit more soap and less...well, whatever it is youve been rolling around in." He chuckles and pats his shoulder.

Putting the guitar down, he stands and smiles. "Should I require something of you, I know you will make good your part. I need not report anything to a harpy, when an agreement unspoken exists."

" i believe much of the same. there is no registry for debts owed in life. its funny that as we are now there is. there is one thing though. the deputy from there... he is here in this city and our last meeting well. it didnt go so well as i was playing in the other sides yard. i wish to keep that past from my young charges. they do not need to know the name vanagandr or what i was when i had become him." he lightens up smiling the first time since he had arrived "as for rolling around at least i do not smell like i rolled in the bargain bin of calogne in the local marketplace. " he chuckles a bit "a joke of course. however if you need anything just call. "