09-30-2013, 11:26 PM
Vee's words hit him as he speaks to William, and he glances in the fiend's direction. "As a matter of fact, I do... Our beast is as much a part of our being as the blood that pumps through our veins. So, to answer your question, no I don't believe he can hear me, I know he can hear me." He says in response to the Tzimisce's question.
He had made no move towards the Chalice, he had made no effort in any way to reach for it, he hadn't done anything more than remain among them as things stood, doing his part in the restraining. In fact all he had done since William came free was stand still, waiting to see if the Chalice was to be passed his way, or not. However, the threat from Vee draws his attention and his eyes find Vee's own soon enough. "Sometimes threats require consequences..." His words were the last thing he could push past his lips before he saw only red.
The Sabbat was a means to an end for him, for many of the beasts who claim membership within it, it was little more than a reason to behave like a monster, but for Bertram it was a temporary servitude to ensure individual freedom later. In truth, he was as loyal to what the Sabbat claimed to be as anyone possibly could be, his ultimate desire was the right to live as he feels he should be free to live and is that not the core of the Sabbat's very foundation? Back before the days of Prisci and Packs, back in the days the Sabbat was known to the elders as the Anarch Revolt. Ceremony and ritual were not what drew the Brujah into the fold... It was strength, it was the reassurance that came behind knowing that you walked among a group of individuals who held similar ideas about the destruction of the Camarilla. The Sabbat was an Army which was actively bringing about the change that every Anarch at the core of his being wished to bring to the world to which he belonged, but lacked the unity and focus to affect that change. The Ritual of the Vaulderie might not mean as much to him as it's effects, for it was the Vaulderie which served as the central unifying ritual of fellowship that all recognized members of the sect shared. That sense of belonging, and unity despite differences was the thing that tied them together and set the Sabbat apart from the Anarchs.
His passion for the rituals of the Sabbat might not be as blind and unwavering as most. He might see the Sabbat as another mechanism for their elders to control the younger, less experienced, cainites, however the one thing he he has always been, if nothing else in the universe, is loyal to the sect to which he has belonged for longer than he was alive, and for most of the time he has called himself undead. So when Vee warns him away from the chalice, he can feel something inside him snap. A deep fury, an overwhelming urge that eats away the last vestiges of civility to reveal the beast that law behind his eyes. He had explained to Vee, only moments ago, that the Beast was a part of them, and when his beast rose to the surface it wasn't a creature filled with blind uncontrollable violent urges, it was one of focused fury, one which he had spent many years learning to meld into his very being. He, and his beast, were simply two faces of the same man at this point.
Vee had threatened him a second time now, the first time over a sense of affection for a thing of its creation, whether it was true adoration or simply a fondness any artist might hold for a painting or sculpture, it was at least a permissible reason to threaten someone, as a creature driven by pure selfishness he could understand it. This threat, however, had nothing to do with that. This time she was barring him from taking part in the most central ritual of the Sabbat, Vee wasn't just saying "I don't like you" or "Don't fuck with my Shit" in this case, Vee was saying "You are not Sabbat", and that was completely intolerable for a creature who has already spent decades establishing his loyalty to this sect.
The time for talk was over and the time to teach humility was finally here. His intention was simple, there was a fire, there was a Vee, fire+Vee = Entertainment, and... So long as the fiend Survived, perhaps a lesson, but Vee's survival wasn't what was important here, in fact right now he'd rather watch the fiend burn to a pile of ash. Vee had issued a direct threat, a challenge if you will, and this time he was calling the fiend's bluff. It mattered little to him if the others would step in on Vee's behalf, or if they would allow the matter to be settled between the two of them, because in the end there was only so much any member of the Sabbat could take before he snapped, and to deny his Frenzy would be to deny who he was, what he was, and everything this sect represented. His beast wasn't his enemy it was he dearest friend, the only one in the universe he knew he could always depend upon. For in the end, we were all in this for ourselves, and the beast was simply the other face of the self. The far less friendly one!
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Umbralwind @ 10:21PM
[Courage to Ride Frenzy! Cause... Might as well since you can right?]
Roll: 3 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 7) ( success x 1 ) VALID
Tithe @ 10:21PM
Ack, frenzy! Witnessed!
I accidentally typed courage when I meant instinct! They're both 3 so it ultimately doesn't matter which I rolled at this point!
Since I get to direct his action for at least 1 turn I'll just outright declare, he'll spend 1 bp into Potence to add 2 Auto successes to all Strength Related rolls this turn, and he will be attempting to Tackle Vee into the nearest flame.
If people wanna go to Initiatives we can! If people wanna try to hold Bertram down, they can do that too. I believe his strength is effectively at 7 at the moment, I am sure the group is capable of holding him down, if that is their wish, and we don't need to go into initiatives if that is their choice, I don't mind freeforming if they're just gonna restrain. However, if the intent is to kill him, not restrain, then I'd rather we went to Initiatives.
He had made no move towards the Chalice, he had made no effort in any way to reach for it, he hadn't done anything more than remain among them as things stood, doing his part in the restraining. In fact all he had done since William came free was stand still, waiting to see if the Chalice was to be passed his way, or not. However, the threat from Vee draws his attention and his eyes find Vee's own soon enough. "Sometimes threats require consequences..." His words were the last thing he could push past his lips before he saw only red.
The Sabbat was a means to an end for him, for many of the beasts who claim membership within it, it was little more than a reason to behave like a monster, but for Bertram it was a temporary servitude to ensure individual freedom later. In truth, he was as loyal to what the Sabbat claimed to be as anyone possibly could be, his ultimate desire was the right to live as he feels he should be free to live and is that not the core of the Sabbat's very foundation? Back before the days of Prisci and Packs, back in the days the Sabbat was known to the elders as the Anarch Revolt. Ceremony and ritual were not what drew the Brujah into the fold... It was strength, it was the reassurance that came behind knowing that you walked among a group of individuals who held similar ideas about the destruction of the Camarilla. The Sabbat was an Army which was actively bringing about the change that every Anarch at the core of his being wished to bring to the world to which he belonged, but lacked the unity and focus to affect that change. The Ritual of the Vaulderie might not mean as much to him as it's effects, for it was the Vaulderie which served as the central unifying ritual of fellowship that all recognized members of the sect shared. That sense of belonging, and unity despite differences was the thing that tied them together and set the Sabbat apart from the Anarchs.
His passion for the rituals of the Sabbat might not be as blind and unwavering as most. He might see the Sabbat as another mechanism for their elders to control the younger, less experienced, cainites, however the one thing he he has always been, if nothing else in the universe, is loyal to the sect to which he has belonged for longer than he was alive, and for most of the time he has called himself undead. So when Vee warns him away from the chalice, he can feel something inside him snap. A deep fury, an overwhelming urge that eats away the last vestiges of civility to reveal the beast that law behind his eyes. He had explained to Vee, only moments ago, that the Beast was a part of them, and when his beast rose to the surface it wasn't a creature filled with blind uncontrollable violent urges, it was one of focused fury, one which he had spent many years learning to meld into his very being. He, and his beast, were simply two faces of the same man at this point.
Vee had threatened him a second time now, the first time over a sense of affection for a thing of its creation, whether it was true adoration or simply a fondness any artist might hold for a painting or sculpture, it was at least a permissible reason to threaten someone, as a creature driven by pure selfishness he could understand it. This threat, however, had nothing to do with that. This time she was barring him from taking part in the most central ritual of the Sabbat, Vee wasn't just saying "I don't like you" or "Don't fuck with my Shit" in this case, Vee was saying "You are not Sabbat", and that was completely intolerable for a creature who has already spent decades establishing his loyalty to this sect.
The time for talk was over and the time to teach humility was finally here. His intention was simple, there was a fire, there was a Vee, fire+Vee = Entertainment, and... So long as the fiend Survived, perhaps a lesson, but Vee's survival wasn't what was important here, in fact right now he'd rather watch the fiend burn to a pile of ash. Vee had issued a direct threat, a challenge if you will, and this time he was calling the fiend's bluff. It mattered little to him if the others would step in on Vee's behalf, or if they would allow the matter to be settled between the two of them, because in the end there was only so much any member of the Sabbat could take before he snapped, and to deny his Frenzy would be to deny who he was, what he was, and everything this sect represented. His beast wasn't his enemy it was he dearest friend, the only one in the universe he knew he could always depend upon. For in the end, we were all in this for ourselves, and the beast was simply the other face of the self. The far less friendly one!
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Umbralwind @ 10:21PM
[Courage to Ride Frenzy! Cause... Might as well since you can right?]
Roll: 3 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 7) ( success x 1 ) VALID
Tithe @ 10:21PM
Ack, frenzy! Witnessed!
I accidentally typed courage when I meant instinct! They're both 3 so it ultimately doesn't matter which I rolled at this point!
Since I get to direct his action for at least 1 turn I'll just outright declare, he'll spend 1 bp into Potence to add 2 Auto successes to all Strength Related rolls this turn, and he will be attempting to Tackle Vee into the nearest flame.
If people wanna go to Initiatives we can! If people wanna try to hold Bertram down, they can do that too. I believe his strength is effectively at 7 at the moment, I am sure the group is capable of holding him down, if that is their wish, and we don't need to go into initiatives if that is their choice, I don't mind freeforming if they're just gonna restrain. However, if the intent is to kill him, not restrain, then I'd rather we went to Initiatives.