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Post by brotherjeremy on Mar 7, 2010 2:12:09 GMT -8
Slowly and with purpose Jeremy walks into this great hall almost like that of a Church. For those with some ear to rumors you would have heard that there was going to be a sermon given by Brother Jeremy in a small run down church in the city. He sets up this easily moved podium to the far end of the room so that he might see all that would attend if they would. Starting in like a conductor a symphony he enchanting words fill the hall like the booming voice of a welcoming god.
Brothers and Sisters of the great and powerful following, we gather on a day of days. I begin today with a small passage from my journey into the burnings wastes known only as death valley. A land barren of most true life almost unfit for those without Animalism to back up their hunt. For two weeks I wondered that desert with only the barest of tents to keep me safe from the Lords wrath and Fortitude at my side. It was on the 10th Day that I finally had a vision sent to me, a walking dream if you will that set me on the path that I am on today. It was the on the 11th Day that I was visited by a gangrel on his travels across this great in search of his sire that made me question my place in this world. It was on the 12th Day that the beasts of the wild came for my immortal soul during the night, then again I was tested of my mettle. I smote them all to the last of there mighty pack, Praise Caine I was in a terrible mess by this point. Hunting Had been slim and enemies about me, I did not fear them all for the good Dark Father spoke to me on the 13th Day. On the 13th Day I awoke with my beast at the end of it's chain almost begging me to do something to set it off without master. That night as I said the Dark Father came to me, Dark and Glorious was his visage that mine eye's could not behold for long. The Dark father spoke of many things and most of all the place in the world that I now stand beaten and thirsty to the point of near madness. His words carried me to my victorious departure from such a waste land. When I left that place I knew then that i was truly Blessed, Thur my Devoted mind I was truly Enriched by his grace. For My Mettle i was proven Righteous. Praise Caine Brothers and Sisters. These are a few of the trails and tribulations that I suffered to show me the Light of Caine and I am made stronger for it. My Hummer blew up with myself and the good Bishop inside. I stand still before you a Devote follower of Caine. This is my proof of his Glory. PRAISE CAINE.
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Post by Camille on Mar 7, 2010 14:30:49 GMT -8
Entering through the double doors that serve as the churches main entrance, Camille finds a seat in the back row and listens to the words filling the sacred hall, she loves a good sermon. For the first time since Esbat she seems calm, peaceful, the recent troubles lifted from her tired shoulders, allowing her a moment of respite. She is silent through the sermon until she hears the words 'PRAISE CAINE', with that she quietly says...
"Amen."
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Post by brotherjeremy on Mar 8, 2010 0:05:59 GMT -8
Seeing that a seat is filled toward the back of the room he starts to speak again with less Brimstone and more Fire. Lofting his hands high and low he begins to spill words.
Brothers and Sisters this is not a time to look at each other for blame*slow pause* NO NO, this is a time to call to your Brothers & Sisters to be your keeper. Times like these would tend to fuel and spur on hatred and mistrust of your fellows, I SAY THEE NAY, GOOD SIR. Caine does not fill you with Frenzy or Blood or even your strength to hate one another. It is that whore Lilith that would have you mistrust one another, Blood bond one another into submission.
*Pauses for more Praising of Caine for the Audience*
I would like to hear now if I could testimony from my brother and sisters of their own Trials and Tribulations.
Jeremy steps aside for anyone to walk up to the podium and speak.
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Post by Camille on Mar 8, 2010 13:30:24 GMT -8
"Praise be to Caine."
Looking left and then right at the empty seats that fill the hall, Camille realizes that she is the only one there and does not want to leave brother Jeremy standing alone on the dias. Giving him a quizzical look, she stands and makes her way to the podium, she's never spoken in front of an audience before, luckily there isn't much of an audience this night. Her voice seems to carry through the hall, echoing, though she's speaking barely above a whisper.
"Where does one turn, when it seems there is no one to turn to? How does one trust, when trust has been broken? What do you do, when your brethren betray you?"
At this point she reaches the podium and places a hand on brother Jeremy's shoulder in a show of support before turning to the seemingly empty hall to speak.
"Turn to Cain, and you'll find solace. Trust in Cain, and you'll receive sustenance. Praise Cain, for he will be your salvation."
*Pauses to allow Praising of Caine from any who might be present*
"When I first arrived in this city I had only just dispatched my Sire who kept me locked away in his mansion for years after my embrace, training me, shaping me. He was terrible to me but he was all I had. No friends, no family, no pack, nothing but him and the memories that eat away at my soul to this day. I learned that he had been planning a trip to Detroit to so I figured that was as good a place as any to go. So here I came and found that I was alone, I wasn't even sure if I would be able to find a place to rest before the sun came up. I had no money, and no friends, no haven, no hope. I heard there was a church that was open all night and held midnight services so I went figuring that I would confess my sins before the sun took me out of this world. In the other side of the confessional was one of my brethren, he heard all of my sins, he listened, didn't judge, forgave me, and then told me that I could take shelter in his haven. I might have burned in the light of the sunrise that day if not for the grace of Caine. Praise be to Caine Brothers and Sisters. I too have suffered trials in my time and I have overcome them to step forth from the shadows into the light of Caine. I stand before you, a Devoted follower of Caine. This is my proof of his Glory. PRAISE BE TO CAINE."
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Post by brotherjeremy on Mar 8, 2010 20:22:42 GMT -8
Slow claps of glory and great Praises of Caine along with Camille.
Blessed art thou Sister, Truly blessed by his grace. PRAISE CAINE. That will be all for this night Brothers and Sisters. Please think of your Deeds and ways you improve the unlives of your Brothers and Sisters for my next sermon.
Jeremy closes an old tome bound in human flesh slowly and puts it away in his side satchel.
I will come among he flock if there are any questions what so ever that I can answer. Otherwise Praise Caine and go forth into the night Brothers and Sisters and live like you should.
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Post by Camille on Mar 9, 2010 12:44:42 GMT -8
Camille moves to stand next to brother Jeremy and leans in close to whisper...
"May I speak with you in private?"
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Post by Silky O'Sullivan on Mar 9, 2010 17:17:33 GMT -8
Silky enters the large hall and looks around. “Small turnout,” he says to himself. He takes note of Jeremy and Camille speaking privately as he makes his way to the podium. He taps the microphone a few times, not exactly sure if it’s working properly. Thump. Thump. “Uh, hello.” He puts his hand over the mic, leans back and asks if he can be heard. Catching a nod, he removes his hand and continues. “My name is Sean Patrick O’Sullivan, but meh friends call me Silky. I arrived in town a little while ago. I am not much of a religious man, but I was raised Catholic. I’m not sure if I can praise Caine as well as Brother Jeremy or the lady with the nice rack over there, but I would like to take a moment to talk about whom I would like to praise. I would like to praise all the sect mates who participated in the auctoritas ritae of the Vaulderie. It made me glad to see that so many sect mates can come together in trust and in blood to unite against our enemies and the evils of Infernalism. Infernalism, in particular, dissolves us from within; and in the unlikeliest of places. Abiding by the Code of Milan, and particular the auctoritas ritae, are one of the few things we have, in these trying nights, that serves to strengthen the bond of our sect against our enemies.” Silky pauses for a moment to look over the crowd, weighing their reactions. “But that’s the truth of it, isn’t it? It’s us against them. We follow the Code so that we can continue to live the type of existence we choose, and not one dictated to us by the Camarilla or the Anarchs, or even creatures that would welcome us into Hell. Rule three of the Code of Milan states that all Sabbat shall faithfully observe all the auctoritas ritae. It concerned me greatly that a few of the attendants at Esbat chose to disappear during the Vaulderie. This is unacceptable. If you call yourself a member of the Sabbat, then you need to participate in this most important of our ritae. Rule seven of the Code of Milan states that those who are not honorable under this code will be considered less than equal and therefore unworthy of assistance. If you choose not to participate in the Vaulderie, then you are not honorable under the Code of Milan, and are therefore unworthy of the sect. No self-respecting sect member should pay you a moment’s attention or heed any of your words. If you want to be a member of the sect then you’ll bleed into the bowl and drink back as much as you put in.” Silky slowly backs away from the podium, nods to Jeremy, smiles at Camille, smiles at Camille’s bosom, then heads out of the hall.
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Post by Camille on Mar 9, 2010 18:47:03 GMT -8
Quite serious at first but snickering and nodding a bit to herself towards the end of Silky's speech, Camille smiles back at him, and through barely suppressed laughter simply says...
"Amen!"
She seems to be in total agreement with Silky, and she's glad she wasn't the one to say it out loud. After all, at Esbat she brought it up and was basically ignored, maybe now the issue would finally be addressed.
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Post by brotherjeremy on Mar 9, 2010 19:35:23 GMT -8
Small smirk on Jeremy's face appears and just as quickly as it arose it disappears again.
Of course you can speak to me in private and to that man I would say, I think the blood is finally stirring in this city
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Post by Camille on Mar 9, 2010 19:38:07 GMT -8
Camille smiles at brother Jeremy.
"Finally. Let us leave this place and go for a walk."
((OOC: I sent you a PM))
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Post by The One Rob on Mar 10, 2010 15:18:01 GMT -8
Leaning lightly against the wall in a small alcove near the entrance, Robert allows a slight smile to play about the corners of his mouth.
"Well spoken my good man", he says quietly to no one in particular, then pauses for a moment allowing a contented sigh to escape him, "I for one, am happy to hear that there were more then a few in the city that took note of some of our Cainites lack of good sense or manners."
Pulling out his phone, he begins punching in text as he watches the three Cainites head towards the exits, smiling again to himself.
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Post by Camille on Mar 10, 2010 21:46:50 GMT -8
Before she leaves Camille hands a card to Silky and one to Robert. On her way out the door, with a hint of disgust in her tone, she says...
"I don't bother to bring up my opinions on that subject any more, too many Cainites think the one with the loudest voice wins. I'd enjoy speaking with either of you on that subject but I have other matters to attend at the moment. Besides, in a private conversation we're far less likely to be rudely interrupted by uncouth dilettantes who lack good sense and manners."
With that, she heads for the exit, following brother Jeremy.
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Post by jacobwesley on Mar 10, 2010 23:52:38 GMT -8
Hears the Holy Rollers in action and wanders in, to get a taste of the old time religion. Fuck Good Sense. Fuck Manners. Either you bleed in the bowl or you do not. Only difference between a man and a dog is blood in a bowl.
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Post by Wade Garrett on Mar 11, 2010 21:15:41 GMT -8
A new face, belonging to an unassuming man, saunters into Esbat. He sees only one man standing around, so he wanders over to him.
"Hi. I was told that this is Detroit's Esbat site tonight. Where is everybody?" He waits for Jacob Wesley's response.
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Post by jacobwesley on Mar 11, 2010 23:31:52 GMT -8
Looks up at the newcomer, and motions to the preacher. They are about, but the sermons are not so popular. We do formal gatherings every couple of weeks, but now this is just a place of respite and worship.Leans back against the wall. Some are working on taking it to the cam, others are ferreting out demons, and yet still others are going through attendence records at every vaulderie ever held. I was hoping to find an avenue to do a bit of the old ultraviolence over in windsor.
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