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.

Gathering support for Brazil

So Jeremy McNeil said last week that there was this new fledgeling Anarch Free State down in Brazil. So Johnny has been gathering support from the American Anarchs to be sent down to them.

So Joe Barclay is going to fly the shit down there himself and front cash and explosives. Hung Lo is gathering guns. MarKus is throwing in some cash. Sean Dempsey is putting in cash. Johnny is putting in cash. They're gonna get over three million dollars in cash and a few crates of guns and a few crates of explosives. If they can't defend themselves against the Sabbat or the Camarilla with all that shit, they don't fuckin' deserve to be Anarchs.

The odd part was Doc Probe-Ass offering up some soldiers...okay, cool. But it turns out that he's modifying these human soldiers...with that Tzimisee trick, Vississitude. Or however it's spelled. Doc is either a Tzimisee or knows some of their tricks. Considering the number of these licks in the Movement, it's enough to make everyone worried that's he's actually a Sabbat spy. But here's the damn thing; he ain't proven himself to be anything but an Anarch. He has libertas. We can't just kick him off the Anarch communications or sell him out to Tower until he's proven himself to be a Sabbat slave. Kinda like how Bear actually said something about a KJ with libertas...it's fucked up in a way, but it makes sense too. If you believe in libertas, you have to give the benefit of the doubt.

Just hope that it don't bite us all in the ass.

So things have been pretty quiet overall for Johnny. No major incursions, done studying with Jacen Pompeii in Greece, no Camarilla problems, nothing big.

Well, okay, the Knights of Retribution and the Gangrel seem intent on killing each other and Uncle Remus managed to keep them from throwing blows, at least for now. Gonna have to wait to see what happens. Probably gonna hit the fan in the next month or so, but Johnny can't do shit about it right now.

New Year's was pretty cool, seeing a bunch of licks from all over visiting Perez and Bear's Coffee Shoppe and hanging out like we were all mortal again and not just a bunch of vampires making power plays for eternity.

For the first time in probably 15 years, Johnny thought about the family Johnny left behind. Mom, Dad, Shannon, my sister. Kinda had to leave them all behind when Johnny became a vampire, you know? The first time Johnny though of Shannon as food, Johnny knew it was time to get the fuck out and immediately. Broke my mom's heart, I just know it.

Might have to try to track them down and see what become of them. Would kinda like to know what happened to Mom.

Greek Girls Are...

Pretty? Mostly. Got some kind of a different look to 'em though. It ain't as obvious as black and white though, you know? Something kinds subtle about 'em. It ain't just the olive skin tone most of 'em got. Course, the problem is that a lot of 'em aren't real familiar with a razor blade, you know? A lot of 'em are cool with shaving their pits and legs now, but not everywhere, you know?

Easy? Not really. There were a few that wanted to ride a rich American cock, but most just wanted to fool around and not much else. Kinda like a lot of girls over here; they figure they are pretty enough to score some free drinks in the VIP and all they gotta do is give up their time and a good view of their cleavage. Stupid bitches.

Kinky? Nah, not really. They seemed a bit more, into it when you got 'em going, but they seemed pretty straight forward. Not even more willing to do it in the butt, even if they are Greek, you know?

All in all they seemed not that different from American girls. A bit more reserved, a bit more in need of a razor, but not really that different. Not sure if that means anything or not, but hey, whatever.

The Camarilla and Lasombra are creepy

So Johnny wandered up north again.

Why?

You know, if Johnny gets bored, Johnny should just go to a strip club or something. 'Cause the Camarilla is just boring nine times out of ten.

So yeah, not much happened. Okay, a few weeks before some of the NorCal Brujah came down to answer Dominic's Call. That was cool. Finn and Aly came down. They're cool. But Prince Early stepped down and Princess Jenna stepped up. Oh, and Dominic's Call was not much more than personal bullshit. Afraid of the local Ass-biters. That was kinda interesting.

But last time? We heard there were zombies somewhere, but nope. Went to go find some Sabbat or their gangbangers, but that was a bust. Stupid fuckin' Cam didn't even speak Spanish. Who goes to talk to the Mexican Mafia and doesn't speak Spanish? Stupid shit.

Then the new Lasombra they got there, fuckin' called Johnny on the cell phone. How did he get Johnny's number? Says he needs to talk. About why? Says Prince Ligatio said to call Johnny. About what? Says They. Says he knows what They did.

Crap. Need to talk to They to try to help his ass out, but he ain't talkin'. Rather help out a local Nos that's shown at least a tolerance for Anarchs than some fuckin' Lasombra bitch that'll try to fuckin' manipulate Johnny into doin' shit. Course, the hard part will be making it seem like Johnny didn't do nothing with it, keepin' in the clear with this Ligatio fuck. You know?

The Camarilla just sucks.

Teaching Eli to sparkle

In return for learning some mad ninja skillz, Johnny taught Eli some of that special sparkle and charm that Johnny has. So Johnny figures that Eli can be taught the same basic way that Joe Barclay learned the trick.

Except taking Eli into bars to pick up guys would be almost like shooting fish in a barrel with an automatic shotgun. Way too easy and she wouldn’t learn anything about the Discipline, even if she did have a good time doing it. So Johnny figured it had to be tougher than that. Now, Johnny does have to say it was really fuckin’ enjoyable to watch Eli and Johnny did have to find some coed and take care of business every night after watching it all, but Johnny really did think it was the best way for her to learn, not just for Johnny to get his rocks off.

So Johnny decides that Eli has got to do exactly what Barclay did. Which was to pick up a straight woman in a bar and score the digits. And this time, Johnny would be listening in making sure Eli wasn’t doing the whole friends thing.

Eli kinda looked at Johnny all weird at first and Johnny figures she thought Johnny was doing it for Johnny’s own enjoyment. But after Johnny said that Barclay had to do the same thing, she agreed.

So we wander down to one of the bars down in Newport . Figure it shouldn’t be too hard, since those places tend to have college girls, or girls recently out of college and they tend to be kind of experimental, you know? Willing to try new things and Eli is more than hot enough for a bi-curious sorority girl to say “what the hell?” right?

Not that night. She got all kinds of weird looks, a few boyfriends either threatened her or tried to convince her to go for a three-way (not that the girlfriends seemed happy with their boyfriends when that got brought up) and even got slapped by one bitch around closing time. So it was back to basics.

The next night it was another bar and things seemed to go better. No one got slapped, but the only digits were from some chick that just wanted to be friends. Sorry, not good enough.

The next night we bailed on the beach bars in Newport and went and hit the Yardhouse up in Long Beach . You know, Jenning’s place. Wanted to see if that dillweed was around and of course, he wasn’t. So Johnny set Eli to work on those 30 and 40 somethings, the professional women looking to blow off steam. Holy shit, Eli was like fuckin’ catnip. She had women hitting on her, but that wasn’t the point. She eventually struck up a conversation at the bar with this 30-something that looked like she’d come straight from work for happy hour and just happened to stay. She was with friends and had a wedding ring on. Hot little blonde number. So they talk, and Johnny can hear it’s going exactly how it’s supposed to. Then Eli goes for it, goes for the trick, pops the Awe and suddenly the little blonde is ready to go. They disappeared into the bathroom for a couple of minutes and Eli comes back to Johnny, leaving the blonde in the bathroom.

Eli has got this grin like the cat got the canary and she hands Johnny this little green thong and there’s numbers on them. She won’t fuckin’ say if she did or didn’t do anything to the blonde, just smiles and shrugs and Johnny, and we don’t stick around long enough for her to finally leave the bathroom. But little Eli got it and she got it a lot quicker than Barclay did.

Lot more fun to watch too.

Weird and Wyld Halloween

Why is it that the weirdest shit happens around Halloween?

Fighting ancient Celtic cults and spirits you can’t actually touch is not my idea of a rockin’ Halloween. Damn. Missed out on all kinds of hotties and tramps and sluts and whores because Johnny had to fights this shit with Alexander Worthington (damn is he nearly useless for anything but going crazy), Lucien Heisenrich or whatever the wizard’s last name is, Sharky (ain’t seen him in a while) and the Gangrel terrorist himself, Joe Barclay.

Ain’t bad guys (except maybe for Lucien, still not sold on him), but there ain’t a pussy among them and they sure as hell would look like shit wearing a bustier.

So anyway, Johnny was just taught some of that ninja-like Obfuscate by Eli Keenan. She’s that Assamite Anarch out in Baltimore , but she tends to wander some and ain’t exactly a stranger to SoCal. She still won’t teach the real Assamite ninja skills, but hey, maybe given enough time she will. Or if Johnny can come up with an offer she can’t refuse.

So we went off to Johnny’s new warehouse, the one that the rest of the Anarchs don’t yet know about. Lots of boxes and crates and shadows and shit. And the next few nights she taught Johnny how to get real still and real quiet and just blend into the shadows. Gotta stay still or the shadows, like, go away somehow, or if Johnny makes a noise, but it is pretty damn cool.

No, it’s not like the shadows wrap around or nothin’. Not like a Lasombra thing. It’s different than that. It’s more like, what, a cloaking device, like the Predator had.

It’s pretty damn cool. Gonna try to get Eli to teach Johnny the next step, how to actually move around like the Predator. Then Johnny would be on his way to being a ninja. Johnny is already the Drunken Monkey kung fu master. Working on being all samurai with the swords and sai and shit. Now Johnny is also on his way to being a ninja. Fuckin’ Awesome.

Some babes for Halloween

Somewhere along the line, Halloween for chicks became about dressing like the slut you couldn't be in real life. And recently, it's become about, for one night only, being that slut you secretly wish you could be but can't.

God but it's a great night to have a cock!

Off to see the wizard...

Okay.

So Johnny got mind-fucked more than a few times in the big thing to deal with or kill Hertzog. Oh, yeah. Hertzog was breaking the Masquerade and trying to get us to kill mortals and shit like that. So Simon, Uncle Remus, the Oracle, Warren Peace and Johnny went to Disneyland to stake or kill 'im. Yeah, Disneyland. Turns out his lair was under the damn Matterhorn ride. And it turns out he was a skin-rider because his actual body was that of a baby. WTF?

Anyway, Johnny was able to find a few teachers to teach Johnny Iron Heart. It'll help keep bastards out of Johnny's head. The problem is, Johnny has to go to Cyprus and learn it from Jacen Pompeii. Yeah, that dude. Archon Pompeii. Killer of children and slayer of shovelheads, the man that puts fear into the hearts of virtually every neonate out there.

He wants to talk history, he wants to be brought up to date on current events and trends. And he wants to teach Johnny Iron Heart.

So, uh, yeah. If Johnny don't make it to the New Year, you might know why.

What It Means To Be Brujah

Johnny was asked to write down what it means to be a Brujah. First off, who the hell is stupid enough to ask Johnny to *write* this shit down? And two, who really cares what Johnny has to say about Clan Brujah? It's not like Johnny is one of the shining lights of the clan. There's a bunch more Brujah out there that gotta says better things and say them better. Anyway, here's what Johnny said. (oh, and Johnny can't tell you yet the why and who and all)

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So what does it mean to be Brujah? Well now, Johnny didn’t go through no normal accounting like lap-dog Camarilla Brujah, so Johnny’s answer is gonna be kinda different.

Let’s get a couple of things right out and taken care of. This warrior-philosopher bullshit? Exactly that, bullshit. There’s too many wannabe philosopher’s runnin’ around claimin’ to know the secrets of Carthage or whatever. In the end, all they end up doin’ is running their mouths and flappin’ their gums and get jack and shit done. That’s the worst part, they don’t get anything done.

On the other side is those damn leather-jacket wearing stereotypes of rage. Dumbasses that can only think of destroying things, never mind what it is. The kind of stereotype that the Venture and Torea-fags use to make fun of us and keep us down. Their worst thing is that their rage isn’t directed, it’s just a wildfire burning out of control.

So what the hell are we? Johnny figures we are somewhere in the middle. We are engines of destruction to be used brutally against injustice. We are all about The Cause, all about fighting for something we believe in. When we get lazy, when the cause we are fighting for is just our comfort or our own material possessions, that’s when we are just Ventrue with cooler clothes. A real Brujah fights for a Cause. Maybe that’s why so many of us are Anarchs, why Johnny is an Anarch. Because fighting for The Movment means Johnny is fighting for something outside of Johnny, bigger than Johnny, that could last longer and do more than Johnny could ever do alone. But if you are Tower, then goddamnit, believe in it. Believe in what you are fighting for. Don’t puss out and just fight against something, but fight FOR something.

That’s what a real Brujah is. Yeah, there’s that stuff about brotherhood and shit, but for Johnny, it all comes down to the fire in our souls and figuring out how to control that fire and use it for your Cause.