Beckett of the Mnemosyne (
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[network] @Mnemosyne; video; night 227; history will judge us [open]
[Beckett starts the feed sitting huddled in a corner against a wall that's been burned a featureless black. He's not wearing his tinted glasses, and both his look and voice are flatly composed, distant.]
I am going to start recording everything. Simply leave this thing on at all times. We are losing too much information to patchy and inaccurate records in a way that is simply inexcusable considering the means we have access to. I strongly recommend that you all do the same. [He pauses, then nods half to himself.] If nothing else then for those who will come after us. Eventually.
[So optimistic, Beckett.]
Do let me know if you would like to receive regular transmissions of my records. And if you have, and are willing to use the means to put some of them on SD cards that may be preserved in the event of lost access to our iteration of the network. There is... a certain comfort in the thought of posterity, in my experience. Such as it is.
[Such as it is. He wrinkles his nose at the thought, and puts the tablet aside, though the recording keeps running. After a bit of time, he picks it up again and adds a text message, along with an attached file: TheBookOfNod.txt]
The file I am attaching is the complete text of the Book of Nod: the mytho-historic principle document of the Cainites, namely, the vampires of my world, transcribed from memory. I doubt this is of particular interest to anyone, but my physical copy was recently destroyed, and as far as I am aware, that was the last copy in existence. My purpose here is thus its preservation as a text. I am the last record of my Kindred. Let something remain.
[OOC: I didn't want to directly link one but if anyone's interested for whatever reason it's actually really easy to google up an online copy of Vampire the Masquerade's Book of Nod. I'm sorry it's so painfully 90s.]
I am going to start recording everything. Simply leave this thing on at all times. We are losing too much information to patchy and inaccurate records in a way that is simply inexcusable considering the means we have access to. I strongly recommend that you all do the same. [He pauses, then nods half to himself.] If nothing else then for those who will come after us. Eventually.
[So optimistic, Beckett.]
Do let me know if you would like to receive regular transmissions of my records. And if you have, and are willing to use the means to put some of them on SD cards that may be preserved in the event of lost access to our iteration of the network. There is... a certain comfort in the thought of posterity, in my experience. Such as it is.
[Such as it is. He wrinkles his nose at the thought, and puts the tablet aside, though the recording keeps running. After a bit of time, he picks it up again and adds a text message, along with an attached file: TheBookOfNod.txt]
The file I am attaching is the complete text of the Book of Nod: the mytho-historic principle document of the Cainites, namely, the vampires of my world, transcribed from memory. I doubt this is of particular interest to anyone, but my physical copy was recently destroyed, and as far as I am aware, that was the last copy in existence. My purpose here is thus its preservation as a text. I am the last record of my Kindred. Let something remain.
[OOC: I didn't want to directly link one but if anyone's interested for whatever reason it's actually really easy to google up an online copy of Vampire the Masquerade's Book of Nod. I'm sorry it's so painfully 90s.]
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Vampires - Cainites, that is, after the traditional and coincidentally true assertion that the first vampire was the Biblical Cain - are functionally dead, and animated by blood, which we must consume regularly. Human blood is preferred, but animal blood will do. Without it we become dormant, that is, well, dead. Sunlight and fire cause lasting damage, and a stake through the heart immobilises, but does not destroy. The rest is - conditional upon bloodlines at times, but mostly myths that we have cultivated in order to mislead mortals. Invitation, running water, garlic, all that. Some of us do turn into bats, though. [Those were good times...]
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[Probably easier to hunt if you mislead people into thinking stupid things will protect them, he figures. Vampire fiction may never had been his particular interest, but there's enough of them floating through popular culture that it's impossible to miss the general ideas.]
You want to give me a rundown of the Biblical Cain thing, though? Something about... brothers, and one was evil...? Bible study wasn't big in Casa Strider.
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[And that's why being a vampire was terrific, honestly, has he mentioned how he misses his undead immortality yet? Because he misses the fuck out of it. He'd been an absolute master of supernatural durability back in the days, he'd made a lifestyle out of not dying under unusual and unlikely strains. You'd think a tiny bit would carry over, just a bit...
Sigh. He stares into space, faintly glowing eyes a little vacant as he recounts the oldest story:]
Cain and Abel were the sons of the first man and woman, Adam and Eve. Both attempted to make an offering to God, and Abel's was received, while Cain's was disregarded. Cain resented his brother for this and murdered him - the first murder. Our lore holds that for this he was cursed with vampirism. Which I can... I suppose I can confirm that he was indeed the first, and that the transformation involved a divine hand. That's about it.
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He... he left us no instruction. I don't even know how much of that story is the truth.
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[After a little:]
So what's Golconda?
[He's probably pronouncing that wrong.]
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An ambiguous term in the Book of Nod. We aren't altogether certain whether its current usage corresponds to what is suggested therein. The term indicates a state of enlightenment in which a vampire has fully gained comprehension of, and control over their nature, and is no longer subject to its darker urges. I have met with a few who claim to be in this state, and can credit some of the claims - they are extraordinary beings - but we cannot truly know if this is the salvation the Book implies.
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So is that what the humanitas versus beast thing is about? Trying to control that?
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[Okay. And not even touching the other remark.]
What's it feel like having a literal inner demon trying to guide you around? I'm going to guess a smidge different than what my programming tells me to do.
[If Beckett's imbued with a drive to be helpful yet cryptic, he will eat his beautiful sunhat.]
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[His voice drops, an odd meditative tone. The kind that, along with his distant eyes, show that he isn't entirely talking to Davesprite here.]
Always hungry. Like there is a dark pit inside of you that is never really filled. When you are sated, as sated as you can be, you glow; you feel life pulse inside of you, all the brighter for being stolen. But when you hunger you know nothing but. The hunger breeds rage, and the wish - the need to throw off everything in you that stands between it and its pleasure. You fight it, because otherwise you will cease to be human. But at the same time, the cessation is tempting. Without your humanity, perhaps at last you would be able to feed your fill.
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[Does he sound awkward? Because he has no idea how to put it in a non-awkward way.]
If I just go and wish you good luck dealing with that it's going to sound trite as shit. I can't even imagine that kind of thing, not in any real way. How... how do you deal with it?
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There's no secret to it. You simply do. You find a purpose, or a code that you adhere to, and it lets you keep functioning as a sentient being. Many vampires spend their entire unlives fighting their own nature.
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[Which honestly isn't that bad. He likes his wings. Wings don't try to make him abandon his humanity and drain people like a kid with a box of Capri Sun pouches all to himself.]
How long have you been one?
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[Genuinely curious, see. He may briefly be peering at Davesprite like a naturalist at an intriguing new specimen.]
I was turned some three hundred years ago. Which is - was enough to be considered an elder, but I've met enough true ancients to give me some perspective.
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Yep. Sprites are made when you stick stuff in this thing called a kernel, and Jade stuck the crow in before I hopped in myself.
[Which is drastically simplifying the whole story.]
I've been this way a little over three years now, so like a hundredth of your time as a blood-sucking grandpa. It's got some stuff, like instincts at the back of my mind, but nothing real pressing. If I want to ignore it I just do.
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[Or maybe that's Brian's terminology. But he's sure Davesprite gets it.]
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And yep, totally normal Earth crow.
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[Look sometimes puns make him feel better.]
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[And he can deadpan right along with it.]
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[This is happening.]
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