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Time. It was something no Malkavian really followed. Meetings were like the odds you would pass your long lost twin walking down the street, how was one supposed to gather so many into one small place? So many who had no true relationship? Well besides the fact that most of them were completely and utterly mad. No conventional means would work, of course some say if you scribbled enough on a wall a Malkavian could see what it meant in between but that surely was just a load of bullshit.

"The only reason I bother with this is the seat of power." she muttered as she paced around the humble office she had built for herself. It had been ages since all the Malkavian's decided to gather in one place. So how should she of all people gather them now? Of course she had her sister, the flighty little whore of a thing she was, but what she needed was a full clan. Perhaps then she could find some worth using. After all, madness did have its insights.

Tossing book after book aside she continued to dig through files that looked more like mad man diary's. Occult symbols splashed in blood, names written upside down and backwards, some in languages she could barely understand. All the while her brow grew more and more creased as she forced her way through the trash and rabble. Something of use must be in one of these books, something!

How will I call them? What would they LISTEN too! She gnawed at her lip, drummed her fingers endlessly over spine after spine of more books that meant almost nothing. Why did SHE have to be the sane one among the madness? Surely it was her sister who brought them both down into this depression.

And then she stopped. Turning slowly she walked towards the window, what did Malkavian's listen too? The voice. That annoying, nagging, pest of a voice they all had in the back of their head. Quietly Therese stared out the window, and suddenly it all became clear.

"Come. Arise. Arive. Join. You know the place." broken and shatered thoughts slipped from her mind, disjointed little messages sent to each and every child of Malkav, to each a different message however they might interrupt it. And so the call was sent, and each Malkavian would soon hopefully heed it. Finally she would be able to see what exactly it was she was going to be dealing with. Chaos let it be worth the effort.



The cards where dealt, everything was ready, he was distracted, soon he would begin to ponder which card and in that split second she would have him. Silvana licked her lips and flicked her tail in eager delight, another con so easily done. Just as she was about to snatch at the other fae's tail, glittery chains adorning it when a voice suddenly cut her own thoughts short. "Come. Family. Home. It was time, someone finally called. Nodding quietly like one would when talking politely to another Silvana started to gather the cards. Before the male could complain every card was sweeped up off the table, shuffled twice, and down her shirt between her breast and safely tucked next to her cold heart. "Forgive me sir, the misses just rang and I must go." Before he could even blink she had filpped the flimsy stand into him and whacked him one good upside the head, before he could blink she was gone into the crowd.

"I do hope this is worth the time..." she muttered as she started off on her journey with almost no idea where she was going to go.

She had been meandering a quiet life away here and there, speaking on of things that few seemed to care about. Most passed her by without more then a glance... but that was fine. A few minds a day kept the madness away - well, more like spread it around like a gravy across a fine meal. Every single eprson she could captivate, the ones she couldn't immediately feast upon, was one more to churn around in society quesitoning something. A little ehre, a ltitle there. The more the merrier, the littlest bits would slowly make the perfect picture a land of rot. Oh, how joyful it would be to see it all come down.

She was idling along a street, watching something interesting going on, a conversation - perhaps an argument. She was considering interrupting, to twist the blade more and perhaps catch a snack, when it came across. Like a melody, a siren's call almost, the message came, and she was too aware it wasn't just a prank or a slip of the mind. It was them, it, the all. It was time to come together again. Oh, wonderful! She'd kind of hoped that it would be a meeting or something eventually, it'd been awhile since she'd last truly socialized - if one could call any inter-Malk interactions socializing. Certainly not the normal sense mortals would use, but nonetheless... it was time to return.

She disappeared into the shadows again, making her way back to the call. Who would be there? When would it come together? How many more would have tasted the embrace? It was thrilling to think about. Maybe there would be talk of some grand scheme to pull, or perhaps the Camarilla was up to something and they needed to 'take action' ... heh. She slipped along, closing the gap as quickly as she could, before the naggging sensation to come pushed her even closer to that dangerous edge.

Amanda stood before a piece in her empty art gallery, scowling at the blood smeared across the canvas. Her voice echoed across the inside of the deserted building, resonating off each painting's textured surface.

"Impressionist," a sweet voice said with a slight bite to it. "This piece is definitely an impressionist piece -- see how it captures only the impression of the subject?"

"It's not impressionist at all!" a decidedly more husky voice snarled. "It's simply an abstract painting."

A third voice chimed in, a sort of monotonous one. "It's from the dada period. That should be enough for you two chickens to stop bickering."

"Well, when you put it that way, I think you're right."

"No way! It's abstract and nothing more!"

"It's dada... ugh, which one of you is doing that? Shut up!"

"That's not us, sisters... we're being called."

Lips as soft and red as a cherry, cold and dead as the day she died, with a pout that could melt a heart, and that pout was just going full speed tonight. Her stupid sister kept calling out for all the Malkavian's to arrive and now it was HER job to be the door girl. Door girl! If anything she should be the one sitting on the high seat of power, after all, people always did what she wanted. Yet here she was, greeting the masses as they arrived while her sister continued to sit about. "So not fair, the black queen always acting like a king."

"Oh hush hush, it will be a grand affair and all the people of our kingdom will arrive blah blah blah. Your sister is an Elder after all so quit being so whinny." The black and gray kat slipped from her seat on a table in the lobby, "No one's even arrived but me though I'm someone will be here quickly."

"A lying little con like you has no room to speak, be gone silly stray, you belong with the trash and rabble rather then in my presence." With a wave of her hand, a flick of the hip which would send her tail snapping side to side. Storming to the door she popped it wide waving to any who may have just arrived to step inside. "Little ants doing an endless dance pawns pawns simply pawns." She muttered with another pout as she swayed back into the heart of the building.

Inside any Malkavian who enters would find a hall that branched to each side and straight ahead, doors sealed tight at the moment to other wings, yet if one simply followed the light they would find a lovely lobby, a large staircase leading to the second floor, plush chairs of dark red and purple scattered about small tables near by. Simple, dark, elegant, just the way the two sisters enjoyed it. Yet surely inviting so many mad ones into one home the place would quickly change to suite another members desire and need....

He'd been eating, having finally found a nice little dove to feast upon. His own thoughts calm, nonexistent, as he took his fill when something penetrated his mind. It wasn't any of his own, sometimes scattered, thoughts. It was a voice a call. The voice was female, and he didn't have an issue with hearing voices or other personalities, at least as far as he knew.

"Home..." Canting his head to the side, a small soft smile playing about his features. There was a home for him? Something told him that yes, there was a home. With a new found knowledge he headed off, leaving the young fae behind knowing they'd not remember this encounter when they awoke.

Somehow he knew before he arrived there was a gathering, and he was wanted. A gathering of others like him, how interesting. Laughing, a soft and light sound, a paw to his lips before he came upon the gathering place. Slipping inside a single blue eye looked around, it wasn't that he only had one eye...the other was simply hidden by his hair.

"Mmmm, so warm and nice...like the nice warm life drink, all comforting and warm." Really what he meant, though it didn't come out that way, was that being around family was nice and heartwarming. Of course what he meant, and thought, rarely ever came out in the same wording.

And why where there blood streaks and bits of...innards on the ground. Sniffing gently a small smile came to life once more. Someone had brought there dinner with them? Or parts of it...How naughty to dirty ones home, especially when others lived here also...if that was the case.