Thread: On the Hunt (att: Malice)

"no, not at all. i always have time for a familiar face. my apologies for getting the wrong attention drawn. and thank you for the help." malice pauses to make sure his hand isnt covered in blood before extending it to him. briefly he thinks he sees it blink.
"how may i be of assistance?"

Laurent thinks for moment, drawing himself up straight, smoothing out his new navy blue suit and tie. "I would have a word with you, some place a little more private. I believe we have much to discuss, you and I."

The smartly dressed Malkavian plucks his round, wire-rimmed glasses from the perch of his nose and thumbs the already cracked lenses from their sockets. He clinks the lenses together in his hand, and smoothly slips the pieces of glass into his pocket. Plucking a piece of dust from his lapel, he exhales unnecessarily. He places the frames back on his face.

"I think I may have been a little rash in my appraisal of you, Malice. I believe we've more in common than I initially suspected, and if you're not busy, I would like to converse with you at length about certain things away from prying ears."

Laurent looks at his watch and sighs. "I'm afraid there isn't much time left before it all comes down, not much time at all. Will you join me for a stroll?"

malice takes note of his mr. ferguson and his vestments. then looks at his, black slacks, and cheap button up shirt.
"yes let us" he grabs his top hat to look more dressed up.
"you can be my virgil, hell this may be a divine comedy after all"

Laurent leads the way out of the Asylum, onto the Asylum grounds, and begins a leisurely stroll down the driveway, taking his time. He clears his throat and begins speaking in a low voice.

"I believe we want similar things Mr. Malice. I believe we are both aware of a very potent force in the universe. I speak, of course, of entropy. Everything in the universe is winding down Mr. Malice, everything is on the clock. Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, and the clock is almost out of time. What happens when the clock runs out Mr. Malice? What, indeed? The end, Malice. The end of everything.

"The universe wants to be dark, did you know that Mr. Malice? Oh yes, the universe wants to be very, very dark, make no mistake about it. Darkness is the true natural law of the universe, beyond anything else. It takes no effort for darkness to exist. It's the light that struggles pathetically for a time, but inevitably it gutters out. Everything wants to break down to its base components. Let me take the flame analogy even further. The flame burns the wood, the flame goes out. The wood is nothing but a charred husk, that left to time and the elements breaks down over weeks and years, down to a molecular level. To an atomic level. Sub-atomic. Beyond that, who know? But irrefutably, everything breaks down. It's all programmed to break down.

"Light is antithetical to the true law of the universe: inertia. Nothing lasts: societies, governments, bodies, minds; nothing endures, nor is anything meant to. Entropy is the balancing factor: entropy is the key. More than any others, we know the true secrets of chaos, we know the truth of what lies ahead: Gehenna, Mr. Malice. Gehenna is coming. And what is Gehenna but the theoretical and practical breaking down of all things vampiric? The rising of the Antediluvians is our end, the means to our inertia, the means to our inescapable destiny.

"I have heard them speak, Malice, that disingenuous lot of fops and brown nosers. They pretend they're a family, they try to convince themselves that structure is somehow an option for themselves. Truly I tell you this Mr. Malice, they are mad if they think they can deny their birthright by playing house.

"That Maddalena is a shrink, a doctor of the mind. She tries to cure patients, instead of indulging their unique perpspectives and allowing them to embrace their own path to entropy. And that Stan. No disharmony, no disunity. Those things are the very essence of who and what we have become. We are the harbingers of discord. Every Malkavian has a path to walk, a duty to see where his insight leads him, and he should at least be afforded this opportunity by those who claim he is family. They're all deluding themselves. And the way they tried to get boons out of us...like we're a couple of wetback neonates fresh off the Sire's teat. Forty years undead is plenty enough time to learn the nuances of Elysian discourse, as they saw. The only reason I shut my mouth was the Prince. He gave me a fair shake, and he seems a right good chap.

"The fools," Ferguson sighs.

"Do you understand what I'm trying to say, Mr. Malice?"

malice listens in awe of all he says. starts gesticulating "i believe i understand clock king. the sun was born, so it shall die. the elohim are fadding, the ferries knew this, and now they allude us. the moon beasts sense it, but they just think mother earth withers.the enlightened ones know but are too busy re arranging tables on a sinking ship. its the ultimate oblivion we all must face."
visibly shaken by the thought of it all he runs his fingers through his shoulder length hair, nodding his head three times before continuing.

"tick tock tick tock, goes the universal clock and we must make them see that the zero hour is quickly approaching. but how o clock king, how do we get this carnival to shake some dust without angering the prince. At the hand of the prince the prophet shall die."