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[beckettmnemosyne1]

(( ok new ooc note!! HI its me the guy whos puppeteering mr beckett and waving his little arms around. i just wanted to inform everyone ive been dealing with some Stuff IRL and so i’ve been struggling a bit with asks and threads and so on not involving my close friends. I AM SO SORRY and i don’t want anyone to think i don’t want to RP or am passing them up to play favorites - i’m just having a tough time right now so please bear with me and be patient while i rewire my brain! i will get back to you eventually! thank you so much i love you. ))

[fanghusband-remade]

vampire that corrects all the historical inaccuracies on wikipedia

[diablerizing]

[engardetoreador]

@beckettmnemosyne1

i know it’s a bit early, but i’m doing christmas stuff with lestat’s family tomorrow, sooo... i’d like to give you your gift tonight!

[beckettmnemosyne1]

I get to open my gift early this year? You certainly know how to spoil a man. I suppose I should return the favor, then. We’ll make it an exchange.

[engardetoreador]

you got me a gift?? you didn’t have to; i was just going to... a-anyway, open yours first! i hope you like it.

[inside the neatly-wrapped box is a new jacket, made of rich brown sheepskin with several pockets and a fur-trimmed collar. it looks sturdy, well-made, and very, very expensive. in one pocket, a new pair of leather gloves is tucked away as a bonus.]

i noticed your old coat getting kind of worn out, and i know your clothes take a beating while you’re traveling, so... this one should last you a long time. i wanted to get you something you could take with you, that would be useful. what do you think?

[beckettmnemosyne1]

[ Beckett ran his hands over the coat, testing the fabric and inspecting the pockets. He was already fond of his old coat, but Erin was right — it was getting very worn out, and it was hardly so sentimental as Erin’s thoughtful gift. ]

It’s...perfect. It’s absolutely perfect. Thank you, Erin. I don’t know if my gift can measure up, but...

[ He reached into his satchel and produced a thick book, bound in leather and very battered, before handing it to Erin. The pages within were wrinkled and warped by the elements, with paperclips and taped-in additions visible all throughout. ]

Go ahead and take a look. Please.

[engardetoreador]

[erin takes the book carefully, handling it like it’s a precious artifact. she knows that a handful of copies have been distributed over the years, but this can only be the original. he’s taken this book through hell and back, and it contains some of the most fascinating and dangerous secrets known to any kindred. she opens it and flips through a few pages, smiling as she sees photos and postcards saved from his travels.]

your diary? are you sure i can take this?

[beckettmnemosyne1]

I’m very sure, Erin.

I’d like to give you the opportunity to leave notes of your own, if it isn’t too much to ask of you.

[engardetoreador]

i... yeah, i’d be happy to! there’s so much in here; i can’t wait to read it all. beckett, thank you—this means so much to me. i’ll take good care of it for you.

[beckettmnemosyne1]

I know you will. That was never in doubt.

I’m...I’m very glad you’re happy. Merry Christmas.

[engardetoreador]

i am! i’m really happy. merry christmas... i love you.

[beckettmnemosyne1]

I love you too, Erin.

[engardetoreador]

@beckettmnemosyne1

i know it’s a bit early, but i’m doing christmas stuff with lestat’s family tomorrow, sooo... i’d like to give you your gift tonight!

[beckettmnemosyne1]

I get to open my gift early this year? You certainly know how to spoil a man. I suppose I should return the favor, then. We’ll make it an exchange.

[engardetoreador]

you got me a gift?? you didn’t have to; i was just going to... a-anyway, open yours first! i hope you like it.

[inside the neatly-wrapped box is a new jacket, made of rich brown sheepskin with several pockets and a fur-trimmed collar. it looks sturdy, well-made, and very, very expensive. in one pocket, a new pair of leather gloves is tucked away as a bonus.]

i noticed your old coat getting kind of worn out, and i know your clothes take a beating while you’re traveling, so... this one should last you a long time. i wanted to get you something you could take with you, that would be useful. what do you think?

[beckettmnemosyne1]

[ Beckett ran his hands over the coat, testing the fabric and inspecting the pockets. He was already fond of his old coat, but Erin was right — it was getting very worn out, and it was hardly so sentimental as Erin’s thoughtful gift. ]

It’s...perfect. It’s absolutely perfect. Thank you, Erin. I don’t know if my gift can measure up, but...

[ He reached into his satchel and produced a thick book, bound in leather and very battered, before handing it to Erin. The pages within were wrinkled and warped by the elements, with paperclips and taped-in additions visible all throughout. ]

Go ahead and take a look. Please.

[engardetoreador]

[erin takes the book carefully, handling it like it’s a precious artifact. she knows that a handful of copies have been distributed over the years, but this can only be the original. he’s taken this book through hell and back, and it contains some of the most fascinating and dangerous secrets known to any kindred. she opens it and flips through a few pages, smiling as she sees photos and postcards saved from his travels.]

your diary? are you sure i can take this?

[beckettmnemosyne1]

I’m very sure, Erin.

I’d like to give you the opportunity to leave notes of your own, if it isn’t too much to ask of you.

[engardetoreador]

i... yeah, i’d be happy to! there’s so much in here; i can’t wait to read it all. beckett, thank you—this means so much to me. i’ll take good care of it for you.

[beckettmnemosyne1]

I know you will. That was never in doubt.

I’m...I’m very glad you’re happy. Merry Christmas.

[engardetoreador]

@beckettmnemosyne1

i know it’s a bit early, but i’m doing christmas stuff with lestat’s family tomorrow, sooo... i’d like to give you your gift tonight!

[beckettmnemosyne1]

I get to open my gift early this year? You certainly know how to spoil a man. I suppose I should return the favor, then. We’ll make it an exchange.

[engardetoreador]

you got me a gift?? you didn’t have to; i was just going to... a-anyway, open yours first! i hope you like it.

[inside the neatly-wrapped box is a new jacket, made of rich brown sheepskin with several pockets and a fur-trimmed collar. it looks sturdy, well-made, and very, very expensive. in one pocket, a new pair of leather gloves is tucked away as a bonus.]

i noticed your old coat getting kind of worn out, and i know your clothes take a beating while you’re traveling, so... this one should last you a long time. i wanted to get you something you could take with you, that would be useful. what do you think?

[beckettmnemosyne1]

[ Beckett ran his hands over the coat, testing the fabric and inspecting the pockets. He was already fond of his old coat, but Erin was right — it was getting very worn out, and it was hardly so sentimental as Erin’s thoughtful gift. ]

It’s...perfect. It’s absolutely perfect. Thank you, Erin. I don’t know if my gift can measure up, but...

[ He reached into his satchel and produced a thick book, bound in leather and very battered, before handing it to Erin. The pages within were wrinkled and warped by the elements, with paperclips and taped-in additions visible all throughout. ]

Go ahead and take a look. Please.

[engardetoreador]

[erin takes the book carefully, handling it like it’s a precious artifact. she knows that a handful of copies have been distributed over the years, but this can only be the original. he’s taken this book through hell and back, and it contains some of the most fascinating and dangerous secrets known to any kindred. she opens it and flips through a few pages, smiling as she sees photos and postcards saved from his travels.]

your diary? are you sure i can take this?

[beckettmnemosyne1]

I’m very sure, Erin.

I’d like to give you the opportunity to leave notes of your own, if it isn’t too much to ask of you.

[engardetoreador]

@beckettmnemosyne1

i know it’s a bit early, but i’m doing christmas stuff with lestat’s family tomorrow, sooo... i’d like to give you your gift tonight!

[beckettmnemosyne1]

I get to open my gift early this year? You certainly know how to spoil a man. I suppose I should return the favor, then. We’ll make it an exchange.

[engardetoreador]

you got me a gift?? you didn’t have to; i was just going to... a-anyway, open yours first! i hope you like it.

[inside the neatly-wrapped box is a new jacket, made of rich brown sheepskin with several pockets and a fur-trimmed collar. it looks sturdy, well-made, and very, very expensive. in one pocket, a new pair of leather gloves is tucked away as a bonus.]

i noticed your old coat getting kind of worn out, and i know your clothes take a beating while you’re traveling, so... this one should last you a long time. i wanted to get you something you could take with you, that would be useful. what do you think?

[beckettmnemosyne1]

[ Beckett ran his hands over the coat, testing the fabric and inspecting the pockets. He was already fond of his old coat, but Erin was right — it was getting very worn out, and it was hardly so sentimental as Erin’s thoughtful gift. ]

It’s...perfect. It’s absolutely perfect. Thank you, Erin. I don’t know if my gift can measure up, but...

[ He reached into his satchel and produced a thick book, bound in leather and very battered, before handing it to Erin. The pages within were wrinkled and warped by the elements, with paperclips and taped-in additions visible all throughout. ]

Go ahead and take a look. Please.

[engardetoreador]

@beckettmnemosyne1

i know it’s a bit early, but i’m doing christmas stuff with lestat’s family tomorrow, sooo... i’d like to give you your gift tonight!

[beckettmnemosyne1]

I get to open my gift early this year? You certainly know how to spoil a man. I suppose I should return the favor, then. We’ll make it an exchange.

[engardetoreador]

awooooo!

[engardetoreador]

when i bite kine i do so very politely and they always say thank you ma’am 😌

[malkaviansyndromes]

when i bite humans they tell me “IM CALLING THE POLICE” and then i rewrite their memories and insert a wild coyote attack

[engardetoreador]

so THAT’S why we apparently have a massive coyote problem.

[beckettmnemosyne1]

It certainly explains the lack of any actual coyotes.

[beckettmnemosyne1]

(( young love ))

[engardetoreador]

jesus christ the sky the sky the sky

[beckettmnemosyne1]

Erin?

[engardetoreador]

lestat showed me i can see it now give me a minute sorry sorry sorry

[beckettmnemosyne1]

Showed you what? Are you all right?

[engardetoreador]

visions. kindred dying, eating each other, shadows blocking out the sky. you were there, somewhere underground. all the tremere... oh, god

[beckettmnemosyne1]

It isn’t real. It - it isn’t real. Hush. It’s all right.

[engardetoreador]

yeah. it wasn’t real, i know, it can’t be. anatole is still alive, for one thing. i’m okay

can you come here

[beckettmnemosyne1]

Of course, dear.

[engardetoreador]

jesus christ the sky the sky the sky

[beckettmnemosyne1]

Erin?

[engardetoreador]

lestat showed me i can see it now give me a minute sorry sorry sorry

[beckettmnemosyne1]

Showed you what? Are you all right?

[engardetoreador]

visions. kindred dying, eating each other, shadows blocking out the sky. you were there, somewhere underground. all the tremere... oh, god

[beckettmnemosyne1]

It isn’t real. It - it isn’t real. Hush. It’s all right.

[engardetoreador]

jesus christ the sky the sky the sky

[beckettmnemosyne1]

Erin?

[engardetoreador]

lestat showed me i can see it now give me a minute sorry sorry sorry

[beckettmnemosyne1]

Showed you what? Are you all right?

[engardetoreador]

jesus christ the sky the sky the sky

[beckettmnemosyne1]

Erin?

[beckettmnemosyne1]

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

[accursedcasimir]

For a self-proclaimed “Intellectual”, you obviously know nothing of Our past.

[beckettmnemosyne1]

I’ve heard this one a few times. I refuse to buy into such superstition without conclusive evidence, you understand.

[accursedcasimir]

This is akin to a Kine believing that Queen Victoria never existed solely because she was before their time. Many childer of the Antediluvians are very much still alive. I personally know a few of Lasombra; Hell, I was a part of the clan when he was diablerized! I believe you can still visit his castle in Sicily…

Your skepticism is not that at all, simply willed obtuseness and ignorance.

[beckettmnemosyne1]

It isn't that I don't believe in Queen Victoria, so to speak. But I don't believe she was a goddess.

[engardetoreador]

there’s a difference between believing someone existed and believing they’re demigods who are going to bring about the apocalypse and cannibalize all kindred 🙄

[beckettmnemosyne1]

Thank you, Erin.