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Toreadors when literally any other clan displays an ounce of artistry.

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“It is time for new gods.”

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“It’s a strange time of year to be Kindred. To observe the Kine and trace back through the ages their traditions that have become a weak trace of origin. Even more so than usual in these months I become an invasive presence to them, disguised, witness to life from the outside. I think now I am more a monster than ever, at least in spirit.”

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🍷 - Interact with Rem at the club they serve at.

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“I’d almost forgotten the world that held me. Night or day, the darkened safety of this guest room withholds. Movement about the home hadn’t alerted me prior to this time, so my waking now only tells me I was rested enough to regain composure after that unexpected shift. Well… Maybe it wasn’t all that unexpected; I just hadn’t expected it to happen so soon, and certainly not while away from my own apartment. My phone tells me I’m in the late PM, so sunlight is of no concern. Still… Without being sure of the others in this space I’d hate to run into someone and have to explain so much on my way out. Guess I should have given hair warning before something like this happened. I wonder… Who is this new face? The old one is becoming fuzzy already, like it never existed. Everything before then loses shape. I think I ought to go feel the fresh air on this new skin now.”

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Thinbloods thinking they’re fitting in with Kine better than the rest of Kindred society whilst still being just as depressed and nihilistic as the next vamp.

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Tremere finally getting tired of being roasted for becoming fake vampires.

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A Fresh Face

The new face of the muse hence forth as a result of Vicissitude.

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“When ice sheets separate and drift along the arctic, taking new shape as an amalgamation of broken shards; this is how it felt. Every bone fragmented, modified to a new place. Flesh pulling and stirring to fit its new mold. I could feel each hair pulling new length from the scalp, like thread drawn through fabric. It possessed me, birthed me… It made me new.”

TW - Flashing lights.