#v20

"He bathes in milk and honey. Scents his sick, parched skin with rosewater. Refuses to clothe in anything fit for the social standing of a Leper! I wish him put in torn, dirty rags for eternity! I wish him dragged through mud each evening! I wish... I wish him gone. I detest his kin, but other Rats at least have the decency to not show their likeness in court. I could not stomach the way he paraded among the Harpies, among the Roses, all in spite of his curse! And I saw how he reveled in my repugnance, I recognized well the twisted ecstasy he took in that utter disgust and beheld every inch of it with his fiendish myriad of eyes! He kept up still the civilized façade of a high-born and, imagine that, coquettery! Ill-mannered allusions!... This shouldn't be and he shouldn't be. Not in my court. Not an Árpád. No, never." - Géza Árpád, (not, in fact) the Prince of Esztergom; EDIT: in fact, he is Prince of Esztergom in our chronicle after all (the storyteller changed his mind and returned to canon)

meet Jácint Árpád - a Nosferatu siren, socialite from the court of Budapest & Bulscú's protégé on the Path of Pleasure

I'm in a party with a Tzimisce and a Serpent of the Light who love to start shit. They've got towering war forms while I have two incurable mental illnesses and a frog hoodie

So what I've learned to do is study the V20 and V20-DA combat maneuvers chart and just rules lawyer the Hold, Block, and Tackle Maneuvers.

Just immediately front arial into a motherfucker and knock us both on our asses, and keep sweeping the leg, Johnny, so we're just stuck on the dirty Chicago ground, jibbering away for three rounds until I can pop Haunting and debuff them.

Now we're both in cloudcuckooland, but it's my home turf, your dice pools are -2, and I maul like a cryptid chimp

Playin around with textures drawin my darling Larva <33