Disaster

So the Aztec Death Spirit thing seems to be taken care of...mostly. Kinda suurprising no one else thought to speak to it in Spanish. Took Johnny to do that.

And the first night, the main night, of the Anarch Elysium, went well. No major problems, just a few minor things.

But then hit Sunday night. Bombs were dropped. The Hound is Brer Bear's daddy. The Hound was working for some Ventrue that is claiming Praxis over Huntington Beach. They kidnapped Perez, Consuela, Simon and a bunch of others. Perez and Consuela were returned, by the efforts of Bear and Mateo, but Johnny don't know how. And later in the week, Bear turned to the Tower and betrayed us all.

But Simon is kidnapped. And everyone seems to be more concerned with hugging it out. What the fuck has gone wrong? Remus and Barclay should be at the front of it all, gearing up for war, ready to burn HB down to reclaim our brothers and retake our land. But instead, they're accusing Johnny of being their biggest worry, that Johnny is more dangerous than the diablerist fuck the Hound. Instead, they are trying to talk this shit out.

What the hell? What's wrong with them? Johnny don't want war. Johnny don't want to have kill anyone, let alone be responsible for the deaths of other Anarchs. But they declared war on us first. Johnny really don't see much of an alternative to war. They won't just leave because we ask real nice. They won't give us back Simon or the other brothers and sisters without demanding something in return.

And Johnny will be damned if Simon goes to France to the Ventrue Summer Camp and gets all brainwashed and shit. He's better off dead than brainwashed.

A bit late...

It's a bit late, but Stevie, you're gonna get it. Your mouth has written checks that your body ain't gonna be able to cash and Johnny gonna be the one to rip you apart.

Oh, and it looks like a bunch of licks are comin' in for Bear's Big Bash. Even some Anarchs from Florida, so that should be very cool.

Back to work.

The Hound Again

So not only is the damn Aztec death spirit thing back, but so is the Hound. What the hell is going on 'round here anymore? Damn freaky magic woojy shit happening 'round here too often.

So the Death spirit fucked us directly now, "killing" one of Victor's personalities and maybe killing Keller...but Hertzog is back from the dead and skinriding Keller's body. That's ten times fucked up as it is. Really don't know how to deal with that. Hertzog is back. Johnny was part of the crew that tried to kill the old bastard. Didn't actually, 'cause he jacked up Johnny's brain real bad, but Johnny was a part of that. And now he's all, like, peaceful and shit. WTF?

But Galloway climbed out of her cave and showed up. And come to find out, she's been having dreams about The Hound. Dude with a scared face, blue celtic type tattoos, the who fuckin' thing. He still has Candy.

Oh, and need to find that piece of shit KJ that set Johnny up with the FBI..

Why must so many Anarchs be retards?

Seriously, why?

A bunch of the Anarchs out in the Midwest are fucking retarded. Bitchin' and moanin' about stupid ass shit. Apparently can't get organized for crap, and then they let Garrett fucking Dannington become Baron.

What the fuck?

The dude just flipped a few weeks ago, and he's already Baron. How jacked up does your local Movement have to be for that to happen?

Not to mention dumbasses hiring Assamites to kill Cammies. Stupid shit. Either do it yourself, or cover the trail so damn well that it can't be traced back to you. But no, they can't even pull that shit off.

Fuck. It really makes Johnny angry to see such stupidity in fellow Anarchs.

Dia de los Muertos

Holy shit.

What the fuck happened?

So Johnny wakes up in some strange world. Like a weird movie set or something. The bedroom of this house, but not the whole house, was a safe house that Johnny stayed with Candy about a week before she got sucked down. Turned out one of the dudes from Riverside, that biker ganger dude, and Creeper were in the house too. But we weren't really us. Creeper, as fugly a Nos as there is, looked damn human and normal. And Johnny looked kinda fucked up, like Johnny was on the verge of losing to the Beast or something.

Turned out a lot of the locals were around. Barclay, who's looked kinda rough and nearly no longer human, looked like he was still alive and shit. It was fucking weird. Some kind of alternate dimension kind of thing. And we seemed to be trapped by some kind of ancient death spirit or some fucking thing. Never even got to go face to face with the little bastard. Oh, and using powerz wasn't so smart. Since we weren't really there, our powerz that used blood were extra hard to use.

Candy was there. She was barely hanging on, but she was there. Johnny had to bring her...essense? into Johnny. She was, like, inside Johnny. Johnny thought she was safe, that when we all figured out how to get ourselves back, she'd be able to come with us, with Johnny, but it wasn't to be.

We managed to save nearly all the souls that were trapped with us...they were like fruits or something. Or that's how they looked anyway. And when we managed to make our way through the tree, back into, well, reality, they all went their own way. They all went on to wherever they were supposed to go. Not Candy. She somehow had escaped the Hound and she went back to him. First time since she was taken that Johnny needed to cry. That's over 25 years and not a single tear. Until that night. Johnny's just glad to have woken up alone.

But one of the souls was Ed...the porn producer that got murdered? Yeah. Turns out he saw who killed him. Johnny's little KJ enemy for years now. He's the one that set Johnny up with all the FBI shit.

Gonna turn everything towards catching that bastard, hurting him a bit, then making him swear he's never coming back to America. Then putting him on a fucking plane and making him leave, forever.

And when that's done? Time to finally go after the Hound. Whatever happens, happens.

No more photos

No pictures. Sucks, but it's part of trying to get the FBI off Johnny's back...it might be nice to have access to the cash flow just in time for Christmas...er, make that, Christmas parties.

Uh oh...

Um...yeah...been hearing the voice of Candy, my sire...felt my heart beat for the first time in 30 years...kinda freakin' out here...

Just can't catch a break

Johnny is starting to wonder what the hell is going on. Seriously, does someone have it out for Johnny, someone that can really hide in the shadows and manipulate shit? Or is Johnny just fucking cursed? Like, did Johnny accidentally jizz in some gypsy's tea or something?

So Skye, this raging flaming queer Toreador throws a little party out in Riverside. Amira, the Settite trying to help Johnny out with the FBI problems, says that Skye has hook-ups with the drug trade and would be great in getting a patsy. Johnny works out a deal with him, it all seems good. Then something happens, that Malk Worthington does something, and Skye flips out. Has a nervous breakdown. Even tries to kill himself by drinking one of his weird wine concotions. He even fucking starts to cry real fucking tears.

Not blood tears. Real ones. Like out of salt and water.

So yeah, Johnny is thinking that the deal is probably thrown out which really fucking sucks.

Apparently there is some sort of Aztec death spirit that's fucking shit up in the OC, taking the souls of the poor mortals that some stupid licks are accidentally draining dry. Just in time for Halloween. Just fucking awesome.

Oh, and Johnny's dead sire gave Johnny a phone call. Yup. Oh, and Johnny's heart started beating while she was talking. Really.

Was a really awesome night in Riverside. Just can't fucking wait to go out there again.

Assorted Thoughts

Just tryin' to keep the head on straight after all that Sabbat shit. Even kinda layin' low when it comes to the problems Johnny got, just tryin' to delay shit and get a chance to think.

Rosentard is still a fuckin' idiot. One day, Johnny will take care of the problem. He apparently now wants to talk the problem out? WTF? There's nothing to talk about. He's a goddamn liar and murderer of Anarchs. Piece of shit.

Abby is a good little Brujah, quite the eager beaver, but damn, her little investigation into the death of Sophia Bourne just sucked. It really didn't uncover anything, other than the Tower Power in Phoenix hates Brujah. Wow, didn't know that already.

What the hell is with this weather? The heat actually ain't too bad, since it kinda warms the skin up and makes it a little easier to pass off as still living and breathing. And it makes the girls wear less and drink more. But damn, it makes it so the number one topic of conversation is the goddamn weather. Are you kidding? That's what you talk about when you have nothing to talk about. Not your number one topic. Damn.

Anarchs seem to be popping up in New York. This Aaron Cross lick seems awful eager to learn shit, you know, trade tricks and info. Don't know shit about 'im though. Gonna need to check up on his ass before doing anything serious. Maybe a stop into New York is something to think about once the FBI shit is taken care of.

The Battle for NVA

Well, we won. For the time being.

It really was like a war. Krieger was the "general" that Johnny was reporting to, and the Cam had their own. Licks were rotated in and out when needed; when one crew started getting tired or a little too fucked up, another crew would rotate in, help out the first crew if needed, then take their place while the first one took a break and healed up and got a "snack."

It was organized and well-planned. The only thing the Sabbat really had going for them was sheer numbers, and that advantage was wiped out by Krieger and the Princes carefully organizing the rest of us in overwhelming force whenever possible.

Some of it was fucked up though. War ghouls, Tzimisce creatiions that defy words, shovelheads fucked up nearly beyond recognition and some really horrid shit. It gave Johnny nightmares, or, well, daymares and it still is. A few shots of vodka or something helps out, eases things a bit.

But holy hell it was a real genuine war, just like Iraq or something, except with fucking vampires. Okay, maybe it was something like out of Underworld or some crappy movie. But it's giving Johnny a better idea of what the hell goes through the head of someone like Uncle Remus, who's a Vietnam Vet.

Sneaking 'cross country

So it took just over a week to get across country.

See, Krieger Klein put out a Call to both Anarchs and Brujah to come help out against a Sabbat assault. How could Johnny say no?

But the problem is that Johnny is wanted by the FBI and has no cash. So Johnny had to hitchhike and sneak on buses. That was not fun at all. Fuck, but Greyhound buses smell. Not as bad as the bus stations though. Goddamn those stink. Really easy to feed and all, but when you actually have to stow in the luggage for a few hours, you really get to appreciate First Class.

So it took a little more than a week to do it. Saw some of the worst of humanity, but it's gonna be nothing compared to seeing the worst of Kindred. Trained and patrolled with Krieger earlier in the summer and tangled a time or three, but it ain't gonna be nothing like the major push they are supposedly gonna launch any night now. Gonna see the worst of us all and Johnny has gotta kill 'em, or be killed.

More trouble at home

The crap just never gets better.

So Johnny was able to figure out which girl was the one that had to have made the accusations. Turns out everything about her was fake, not just her hair color or her tits (graduation present from daddy). Her driver's license came back fake. Her Social Security number turned out to be fake. Everything we dug up, fake. Hell, her SSN turned out to link up with some middle-aged woman up north.

So we track back to the producer that fucked up. Turns out he's dead. Freshly murdered hours before we get there. Probably a damn trap too, 'cause the cops showed up minutes after Johnny and Simon did.

Gonna have to get out of town for a while, 'cause this shit is too much. Afraid that Johnny is going to have to call in that favor with Prince Gideon daVinci up north just to solve this problem and Johnny don't want to have to do that. Fuck.

C.R.E.A.M.

Gotta be honest, it's been kinda hard to live suddenly without cash.

The accounts have been essentially on lockdown because of that stupid ass court order that doesn't make any damn sense at all. Now, all the bills essentially are all taken care of, and there aren't any mortage or car payments or nothing. And not needing to actually eat certainly buts down on expenses.

But gas for an Escalade gets kinda expensive. And it's hard to buy drinks behind the velvet rope when your cards are locked down.

Thank god for not only Johnny's mad skills honed over the last few years, but also those special abilities that come from being a vampire. Damn, but the ability to manipulate mortals through their emotions or just telling 'em what to do has certainly made the last few weeks a lot easier. It's not really cool. And Johnny isn't totally comfortable making a gas station attendant open up the pump so Johnny can fill 'er up. But it's kinda like, what the hell else is Johnny supposed to do? Johnny wouldn't ever do this kinda crap unless Johnny had to. It's not like Johnny is abusing the shit out of things by stealing cars and computers and robbing banks or something. But Johnny has to get gas for the cars, and Johnny has to maintain at least some kind of appearances.

Fuck, but it's not cool at all. But until the court order is dropped and the Sabbat is driven off or killed, Johnny doesn't feel like there's any real options.

A Lysander Anarch?

So Sophie Lysander is apparently now an Anarch.

WTF?

Now, she came down to visit and talk to Johnny about a month ago. A bit of a surprise, but hey, it was all good. Did a lot of talking actually.

She went back north and apparently got into some sort of a tangle, with a Tremere or something. She then claimed to be an Anarch. The Cammies up north think she did it because she was trying to avoid paying any price for the dust-up.

That's fucking stupid. Going Anarch, especially a Ventrue going Anarch, is really more of a punishment in a heavily Cam city. You've either have to be a moron or desperate to do it.

And the Anarchs are really unsure about it too, but that's normal and natural.

Johnny just don't know what to think either. Johnny wants to believe all those talks about The Movement stirred something in her dead heart, but how is Johnny to know if it's real or not? She could be just doing this to save her own ass, or doing it to infiltrate the Anarchs for her daddy, Deacon Lysander (who's a right prick).

Just gonna have to wait and see and not trust her with too much.

Damn Sabbat

So the damn Sabbat are making serious attacks. Why? Apparently because we allow the damn Camarilla to travel through our borders to fight them in San Diego.

So the fuckers have ambushed us at least twice and managed to twist our mortal influences around to the point that they managed gang sweeps, hooker sweeps, got reporters to link Simon to bullshit, the paternity suit and got several of Johnny's girls paperwork changed to make them underage. Which they weren't.

Which of course leads to Johnny having the personal and corporate accounts being frozen. Fuck.

Gonna track those bastards down and kill 'em all.

Oh the plus side though, is the fact that all this has led to Johnny making more contacts. Like Krieger Klein, who Johnny knew. But Krieger is gonna help us all out, teaching shit like Blindfighting and Sabbat Lore so we know how to kill 'em even better.

But damn it. The fucking ATM ate Johnny's card earlier tonight. Goddamn fucking shovelheads.

Book's Party, part two

So part two is not actually about the party. It's about Tristan.

Motherfucker.

Goddamn siler-tongued bastard.

So he went and ratted out Saul, and really, the rest of the Brujah. Thought it was actually Jacen Pompeii that made the call. Actually did it to fuck over not only Jacen, but also Justicar Pascek.

Now, Johnny don't really care about all that Camarilla bullshit. But again, Tristan is all big on this brotherhood thing and HE FUCKING SOLD OUT BROTHERS!!!!

He's denying it of course. And he figured a small local Rant and Gauntlet would solve the problem. But it's not. Too many Brujah want his ass dead.

Kinda incredible how he's managed to sway the locals, turn it into an "us" versus "them" thing. A locals versus everyone else and it got them on his side. Never mind his guilt or anything, that's not important. It's just another example of the Justicar and his office hating NorCal.

Fuck them. Fuck Tristan. Fuck Rosentard. May they both die in fires. Or even better, have their fucking souls sucked out by someone far better then they are.

Prince Book's Party, part one

So first, the non-Brujah drama and shit.

Didn't close the deal. The Assbiters attacked and kidnapped an Archon and nearly wacked Petronius, the Toreawhore Justicar. Everyone was wound so fuckin' tight it was crazy. Honestly surprised they even allowed us Anarchs in, except for the fact that we've all been there before so they knew us.

Spent a lot of time with this one Ventrue chick, Sophie Lysander. If she weren't crazy or accused of killing a bunch of Anarchs (like she did that, there's no way some headcase Ventrue wacked all those Anarchs), she'd be pretty damn cool. After all, she was saying on the third night of the party that she was gonna buy Johnny a private plane. Now while that'd be cool and all, Johnny'll believe it when it shows up on the fuckin' tarmac with the Gated Community Productions logo on the tail. She did have a cool little piece of piano music that was kinda cool, ain't heard nothin' like it before. And she did interest Johnny, since she kinda ran hot and cold. Obviously flirty for a while, then Johnny had to leave for something, then would come back and she'd be the Ice Queen. Didn't get that, but it was a cool change of pace from the usual disdain or drool, you know?

What else? Let's see...talked with Prince Book and Prince Gideon DaVinci about two separate deals for things.

Oh yeah! Johnny gave Petronius one of the expensive hand-crafted Chang Wangs. He took it and said he's put it in an honored place on his night stand. Then Johnny told him that Princess Jenna knew all about the Chang Wangs, so to ask her for more information. Fuckin' epic dude! It was totally awesome. Just went up to the old queer and gave him the glass dildo. And just totally took it. Awesome. Even Prince Book said that Johnny could say proudly that "Prince Book gladly took the Chang Wang." Fuck yeah!

Now, the Brujah drama...that's another entry 'cause that's a lot of shit.

A.B.C.

There's a right fuckin' bastard Johnny is gonna take care of. Oh yeah. Always. Be. Closing.

Going to Prince Book's party

So Prince Book's big annual shindig is coming up in a few weeks now, about a month, yeah? Looks like it might suck this time around. Some fuckin' costume party Saturday night? What the fuck? Goddamn, if you are so fuckin' bored with being five hundred fuckin' years old, just lay down and take a fuckin' nap for about a hundred years and wake up and see what it's like then. 'Cause if you have to dress if stupid-ass costumes for a damn party (unless it's awesome leather/latex for an orgy/bondage/fetish party, but that's different) you're too goddamn old or you're too much of a damn loser.

About the only thing maybe interesting is that is seems like a bunch of Brujah from around the country are flyin' in to talk a lot of shit for the clan. Not exactly sure what, but Johnny'll see then, right? Plus it'll be cool to finally see the faces that belong to these damn emails Johnny been reading for a couple of years now. Might even party with some of 'em.

But other than that? Pissant Tower parties, all fluff and circumstances and pomp, but not a goddamn good time for anyone to have. Maybe if Johnny did fang it might be better, but Johnny doubts it. The kind of arrogance and conceitedness most of those bitches have is more of a turn-off than a fuckin' open herpes blister on half the mouth.

But, Johnny is goin' anyway. There is the clan shit, plus Johnny is always hoping to come across more Anarchs or borderline Tower types that can be swayed the Anarch way. And for Gated Community Productions, it was a treasure trove of "Suicide Girl" types and even a few girl next doors. So that's always good.

But Johnny might have to punch someone through the face if someone asks Johnny to dance or some fuckin' poofy thing.

Trading and sharing help

It's kinda strange how little us Anarchs really trust each other and in turn, share with each other. Sometimes we're too goddamn paranoid for our own good. Johnny figures our best advantage is our willingness to help each other out. Sometimes that means trading tricks and disciplines as they are called.

Seriously, it's one of the edges we might actually have in the fight. How many Ventrue have super strength? How many Brujah can throw magic out there? How many Nosferatu have super speed? You know? It's that kinda thing that's our big edge, 'cause it just ain't expected from us. Let's be honest, a lot of us Anarchs are "younger" than a good many of the Tower licks. We just don't have the power in our blood to beat them at their own games. Johnny might be super fuckin' strong, but that strength ain't gonna win any arm wrestling contests with Jacen fuckin' Pompeii. You know? So we gotta be more clever than that. We gotta be more sneaky than that. We gotta be the Brujah with Dominate. The Malkavians with Potence. The Nosferatu with Presence. Throw a fuckin' curve ball or three at the Tower and see what happens. Keep them on their toes, keep them from having all the advantages, all the edges.

Yeah, there are plenty of Tower types with extra tools, but fuck man, that means at the least we gotta keep up with them. At the least, we gotta find new mixes, we gotta get more clever and sneaky. It ain't all just about being strong, tough and fast. It's the bastard you don't expect to have the tricks that we should aspire to be like.

It ain't about collecting disciplines like fuckin' baseball cards. It's about fuckin' survival. And maybe, just fuckin' maybe, even winning once in a while.