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just a trio of fuckasses here to cause problems (catholic flavoured)

[anarch-apostolate]

Intro Post :)

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we are a minor bodied system and this blog is run by our VtM-adjacent vampire headmates. be normal for the love of God. likes and follows from @thepluckycharms

The Anarch Apostolate is what it says on the tin. A trio of idiot Catholic Anarchs, two vampires one ghoul, who operate out of a small church.

Kassie (she/they) is a goth Brujah fledgling (9th gen). Born in England in '86, Embraced in '05, the childe of Anya and childhood friend of Christine. The brawn.

Anya (she/her) is a daywalking Trujah elder (8th gen). Born sometime in late 900s Ireland, Embraced in 1011. Sire of Kassie, close ally of Christine. The brains.

Christine (she/her) is a punk ghoul. Born in England in '87 and ghouled in '06. Formerly a Sabbat ghoul, freed by Anya and Kassie in late 2024. Childhood friend of Kassie and close ally of Anya. The bitch.

We don't especially want the Cammies on our asses, so for all intents and purposes, this is an RP blog for the Black Dog game universe. :)

Cammies & Sabbat DNI but not really.

[biteofherlife]

If I had a loonie for every time someone brought up the 'Toreadors would drink blood from a wine glass' stereotype, I would have enough money to pay a half-year's rent.

What a dreadfully tired stereotype. Everyone is quite aware that blood, when stored in a wine glass, clots almost at once and congeals in a most disgusting fashion. Why anyone would think that is a good idea - and why the stereotype is ascribed to Clan Toreador no less! - is a mystery to me.

[anarchydrastic420]

On the other hand the stereotype that Brujah drink blood from red solo cups is absolutely true

[anarch-apostolate]

....Can confirm.

— Kassie (she/they)

[anarch-apostolate]

Kassie and Anya are in a small back bedroom in their church. The windows are all heavily curtained.

"Anya, why the fuck would you wake me up in the middle of the day. There's no fucking way it's evening Mass yet." Kassie complains, glaring around the room for any stray sunbeams.

"Please watch your language, sweetheart. We're on consecrated ground. And for your information, Christine's off on errands, I just got off work, and Father's off on chaplaincy. I wanted the company!" Anya holds up her hands in mock defeat.

"Go to a park or something! I need my sleep!" Kassie grumbles back.

Anya grins. "You childer and your beauty rest. Back in my day we fell asleep for decades and we woke up ugly and hungry!"

"Yeah, yeah, grandma, let me go back to sleep, for God's sakes—"

"Language!"

[coterieofcammies]

*appearing at the door in broad daylight with a 12 pack of powerade in hand*

Hey, heard there was a Daniel here?

‐ Christine, @anarch-apostolate

Daniel peeks his head out from behind the Tzimisce, "If that's vampire blood you legally have to tell me."

Sam looks over at him, "That's, not how that works, my love."

[anarch-apostolate]

Christine laughs. "Oh, I wish. But it's red, if that counts, and it's a good substitute if you're thirsty. Not to sound, uh," she makes a hand gesture near her mouth, giving the appearance of fangs— "but can I come in?"

[anarch-apostolate]

Hey, if you accidentally drink like, three massive cups of vitae at once, you'll be fine, right? And the person you drunk will also be fine, right? Asking for a friend, of course.

— Christine (she/her)