Autumn Contemplations

Sep 20th, 2014 02:56 PM

@Dark_Passenger Chris Wooding @Forn_Clakes Edwin Bridges Djinn Sinead Lovekin

Notaku sits in solitude at the farm, cross-legged and staring at the sky. It is the night of Autumnal Equinox, and as far as he knows, there would be no feast. Autumn was a time for reflection, a celebration of the life that has passed, and the death that was to come. It was time to harvest the fruits of a year's work, and plant the seeds of a new tomorrow. There did not need to be a large gathering for that, at least.

Notaku had with him the few strays he had cultivated into a herd, and contemplated their role in the cycle of life and death. They were but animals, and did not know sin - they had nothing to atone for. In some ways, Notaku envied the simplicity of their lives, but he did not envy that they were prey. He knew that as a predator he had to improve himself, not just for his own sake, but for the Sake of the Covenant as well. Those animals never had anything to prove - they just were. They existed as he was meant to be.

What were the Kindred meant to be? More than human, more than monster. The Ultimate predators? Perhaps, but all Kindred were not created equally. He frowned as his head filled with thoughts of purpose, of longing, of faith.

If only I was not alone...

**Vampire ST** · Sep 20th, 2014 04:17 PM

Let's let the current/in progress Crone Scene to finish and Court to resolve before doing a new Scene. Pausing this until those happen...

**Vampire ST** · Sep 29th, 2014 12:33 PM

Open!

**Chris Wooding** · Sep 29th, 2014 06:34 PM

I apologize for not opening anything big, but we're one busy Circle already! At least Notaku thought about it

Let's say that Chris let everyone know the initiation ritual will be held during the next meeting

It almost goes without saying that the Hierophant had a lot think about the past weeks. In his short time back so much had happened. Without any doubt, the Prince of the Domain they all lived in had ordered the final death of a Rex Nemorensis. Not just any ignorant neonate or even a serious threat.

Not that he believes that neonates could be destroyed for sports and entertainment, but now they would never know what possibly ancient knowledge vanished from the earth together with Gunnar.

So Chris too needs to be away from the city. He knows all too well how comforting the Crone farm can be. He sees the recognizable figure of the Soshone Gangrel sitting, and decides to join him. His Beast shortly growls from inside him, but only because for a moment it feels like he's sneaking upon a prey. Chris knows better.

'Notaku.'

His voice is calm, yet there's also a hint of something else. Sorrow sounds too strong to describe it, but there's a noticeable sadness whereas Chris otherwise had been in quite a bright mood during previous meetings. His appearance is not different though, as he wears simple but good fitting clothes. As he comes closer it becomes noticeable that he's not wearing any shoes. He greets Notaku with a warm smile.

'Is it okay if I sit with you?'

Sep 29th, 2014 10:34 PM

"Hierophant, " replied the Gangrel as the Mekhet approached. "Of course."

Notaku's greeting to the Hierophant was warm, but there was no smile on his face. It was solemn, grim, respectful. "I am glad to have you here."

**Djinn** · Sep 30th, 2014 05:03 PM

Mourning. As always it weighed heavily on her, the black attire that slowly brushed along the ground beneath her ever-bare feet. Though her expression betrayed no sadness, there was a certain air to the woman... an air that had become agonizingly familiar to her. The air of a widow. A black lace shawl covered her face and shoulders as she entered, looking to either of the individuals who had already arrived slowly, before simply moving aside to find herself a rather quiet seat.

There were no words she was prepared to speak in this instance. There was a heavy weight on the Circle that made her almost pleased that she had no need to breathe - she wasn't certain if she could, even if she tried. Her hands rested in her lap, her head bowed, and loose strands of blond hair fell over bared shoulders beneath the veil. After the briefest of moments, her hand raised to place a stone on the table - a clear quartz crystal, it seemed, though inside showed veins of some sort of black stone.

Her hand withdrew, resettling in her lap as she remained silent.

**Chris Wooding** · Oct 2nd, 2014 06:41 AM

OOC

Chris nods and sits down and crosses his legs. He leans back, as he places his hands behind him to lean on. He speaks to no one in particular.

'What a way to start the a new season.'

He closes his eyes, almost lost in thought. He hardly notices the eerie presence of the Haunt as she approaches. When he does, he opens his eyes.

'Vala.' Chris would almost say how wonderful she looks in the dress. But he's not really in a mood for compliments. Clearly, as she has covered her face, Sinead is not in a cheerful mood either.

'I had made preparations for the Autumn Celebrations... but nothing seemed quite appropriate anymore.'

**Edwin Bridges** · Oct 4th, 2014 09:51 AM

Edwin was late but he cared not. He had something important to do before arriving to the Farm, an hour of preparation and work that would represent his first night of mourning for the loss the Circle of the Crone had suffered. Wearing all black; boots, jeans and tee that said it all, Edwin stepped among the rest of the Circle gathered with a nod.

No smile. No blush. None of the usual bluster the Skaald wore like a shield.

Locking eyes with everyone, the heavy black makeup under his eyes was actually fresh tattoos with added black tears appearing to roll over his cheeks, still raw and raised.

"For Gunnar," was all Edwin said, his distinctly husky voice full of woe.

-1 WP spent to apply tattoos using reflection

Tattoo

**Yumyumcrow** · Oct 4th, 2014 06:05 PM

Somewhere close by, someone is singing. Evocative glossolalia, throbbing with raw emotions, hot with anger, it rises into the air like incense and spreads slowly out over the farm.

Dirge is singing again.

The sounds emanate from the row of greenhouses and rickety bio domes that shield the main building from view.

Oct 7th, 2014 08:33 AM

It seems as if everyone is here. Good.

"We have suffered a major loss. It is important that we both endure it well and learn from it. I did not get the opportunity to know Gunnar, but I am angered that the opportunity was taken from us. The question now, is what do we do? Mourn if you must, but remember, the weeping willow bears no fruit."

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2014-10-04 09:43:43	[02] Edwin Bridges rolls 9 to DEX + Crafts + Spec + AoE + Equip (10 Again)	6, 9, 6, 9, 2, 10, 10, 2, 3, 2, 3	4 successes
2014-10-04 09:43:43	[01] Edwin Bridges rolls 9 to DEX + Crafts + Spec + AoE + Equip (10 Again)	9, 8, 2, 9, 8, 6, 4, 3, 7	4 successes

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