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[Pliers, gloves and eye protection. The gauge of the pliers is perfect for cutting razor wire]

@tremere-sea-wytch-7eleven

How does this "identification card" thing work exactly yes yes

I am unfamiliar with this land's laws yes yes

Basically it is a thing that if you don't look old enough can let you buy cigarettes and alcohol, if you want a job to fit in you need that and a driver's license to be even considered, if the police pulls you over you won't get fined for not having documents, things like that. You become a full person in light of the law.

There is rarely a singular reason for why a thing has happened.

I barely remember, to be honest, I was starving and getting burns on my body almost every morning, and solidifying the people I was around so they would not.

Might have been a little light in my soul that was left? Might have been my sire wanting to possess me constantly to get me to feed more often? Maybe I drank drugged life from a deserter soldier? Maybe all of the sawdust from the poor diet of the Great Depression finally got to me? Maybe my neuroses simply decided that I need to be even more strict with my diet and everything else followed? Maybe the Bishop disliked my take on the theology? Maybe seeing the utter disregard of the Duskborn and the sheer impossibility of keeping them safe between Ivory Tower's branding, Anarch killing them, and Sword of Caine's fates worse than death broke something in me?

Oof, it's been a few decades since my last one, and my companions are likely either gone or they were able to lower their generation to survive.

Basically, Vaulderie is one of the ritae recognized in all of the Sword of Caine. All Kindred who want to be a part of a vinculum (group blood bond) put some of their life into a container, mix it, and everyone takes a sip, and yes, it can break preëxisting bonds. At a cost that you are a bit bound to everyone else, of course, but that fades fully after a year or so for a typical person. The Sword of Caine might pressure you to do it once a month, ish, so that it does not stop.

In my vinculum, there were a bunch of thinbloods who wanted to see the sunlight. See, there is pride to being a thinblood with a quieter Beast, and to being able to look at the sunrises and sunsets, and having less of the curse. But we all get hurt by the sunlight. I barely remember that time, my disorders followed me into my unlife despite my sire's promises.

A small tip, look at i-suggest-diablerie's post on the flavors of the life if you ever decide to take part in one and heed the words if he says the life tastes bad. I may not agree with him ideologically, but he is absolutely right about the flavor. You can tell who is in the vinculum by the taste.

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