I Resist the Muses

None of me. My existence is an open book.

I can hardly be faulted if others are too stupid to understand the language the pages are written in.

Letting that Carter bastard get the jump on me in Venice. Though it was hardly my fault as those bastardi mages couldn't be arsed to resurrect me earlier, the lazy, incompetent pigs of god.

Nothing. Others make mistakes and I clean up the mess.

You really do not know who and what we are, do you?

Very well, as I am in a generous mood -- you may thank the spirit of the season -- I shall tell you. I hear the voices of the Oracles blowing from beyond the veil of the dead. Their whispers are as music in my ears, for they whisper the future to me. The whisper of my Virtue, by right of the vitae of Caine; of the shining city of the Harbingers where I shall rest secure as the rest of the Kindred shall fall ans be swept as dust into the Vale of Gehenna; that I shall take up the shining Virtue of God and live eternally.

Now, it is time for you to prepare your soul to go forward and join the voices of the dead. I have my tithe to begin collecting for the next family supper. What? You did not think that I would let you live?

I am not feeling that generous.

And you will see no judgement, only he, for he has accepted my judgement on behalf of you all.


Ambrogino Giovanni || World of Darkness || 454 words

Deadly? Thank you for noticing, I am flattered. I won't spare you should your death be necessary, mind, but I will remember your recognition of my prowess and dispatch you accordingly.

What could make me kill? Nothing. I do so because I enjoy it, it is needful for my plans, it's a valuable object lesson, or all of the above. How would I do it? Oh, it depends on the person and situation, I assure you. I have used fire, boiling oil, swords, stakes, guns, magical artefacts, my bare hands, rope, chain, and zombies. If I think of any more, I'll be sure to inform you, unless I plan on dispatching you that way. I wouldn't want to spoil your surprise.

The voices of his spirit slaves chittered in amusement as they scuttled away into the shadows of the house.

No, I can't say that a simple question, or a complex question, would make me look away.

You see, I have no qualms about telling lies or fabricating and tailoring truths to clothe my purpose. It's merely one more tool for survival and conquest.

But even more, I enjoy looking people in the eye when asked a question and delivering to them in answer the unvarnished truth. I like to see the procession of outrage, shock, anger, and hurt that flits proudly naked across their face. It is the nectar of the gods.

Gone? Beyond the veil? Into that good country?

*scoffs*

I do not plan on going.

My theory is that if you look confident you can pull off anything - even if you have no clue what you're doing.

- Jessica Alba

I admit that I had a servant look up this Alba person. Porca Dio.

Film stars trying to sound profound? Spare me. Or better yet, I invite Ms Alba to any magickal rite of her choice. I'd be more than entertained to watch her pull of the creation of a zombu by appearing confident. Even more, I would be impressed if she could sow a cemetery with the seeds of her blood and raise a crop of skeletal warriors from confidence alone.

Any night she wishes to try, I'll be waiting.

"You don't mind where you are because you know where you've been..." - Carbon Leaf

What is this? MTV teaches philosophy? Or did you read this on a cocktail napkin after self-medicating yourselves during that span of hours euphemistically called Happy? It would make a certain maudlin sense.

Do you know, you should try expressing this sentiment to those about to meet the hangman's noose, or to those interred in POW camps. I'm sure that they will find great comfort in these words. When I consider it, it is an amusing idea. I'll have to remember to offer this consolation to my prey when next I hunt.

( Hardly a mote in God's eye. )

There are people I would take a bullet for and people I would like to put a bullet in.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger".
Do you agree with this statement? Why or why not?

Now what doesn't kill me only feeds my ire and moves me to destroy those who are provoking me.

What have you done that you wish you could apologize for?

Nothing.

No, truly. I can see that you do not believe me. I have better things to do with my time, but if you insist, a brief list (but it will cover the most salient points):

( A brief list: )

"If your number one goal is to make sure that everyone likes and approves of you, then you risk sacrificing your uniqueness and, therefore, your excellence"

Yes, that's it exactly. Very good.

Seeing how you have already come to this profound realisation, it almost would appear to be conceited redundant of me to illustrate why this is so.

But.

( As it is my singular magnificence and excellence you desire to know of, I shall indulge you with a tale of my supremacy. )

Ambrogino Giovanni
World of Darkness: Vampire the Masquerade
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If I want Chinese fortune cookie philosophy, I will go to Chinatown and abduct a Chinese fortune-teller.

Ambrogino Giovanni
World of Darkness: Vampire the Masquerade
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Ambrogino smiled to himself. He never would have dreamt of being able to rely on the magi for anything.

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His eyes didn't lose their intensity as the monk stood and serenely bowed to him before walking soundlessly across the carpet of snow in the courtyard.

Ambrogino Giovanni
World of Darkness: Vampire the Masquerade
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Do you believe in an afterlife? If so, what do you expect to find when you get there?

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Who am I?

That is an interesting question, and one that deserves some serious thought and not the mere navel gazing that some would indulge in when answering such a question.

Let me see.

I have been called Ambrogino Giovanni. By my parents, of course, and through extension, my family.

I have been called an arrogant bastard, again by my parents and family, in addition to friends, acquaintances, enemies, and meals.

I have been called any number of synonyms for the Devil himself, and while flattered, I do hope to aspire to more than that sad gentleman has achieved.

I have been called a victor by my conquests and associates.

I have been called insufferable by my conquests and associates.

I have been called brilliant, mad, visionary, unbalanced, egotistical, and deranged. See the above for those who have called me such.

Yet, none of those things truly address who I am.

I shall tell you who I am, if you will allow me the conceit to paraphrase an august voice which thundered across the skies and set time in motion - if such tales are to be believed.

Simply, and plainly, put...

I am who I am.


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