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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Graf" data-source="post: 3999381" data-attributes="member: 3087">[sblock=Beth]The sensation of déjà vu continues.  The creepy feeling is enhanced by the feeling that Nice, sitting back and looking at everyone, is actually <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1465086/" target="_blank">watching Beth closely</a>.As Beth looks over at a small white microwave sitting by the counter she realizes that she's remembered <a href="http://www.enworld.org/showpost.php?p=3982307&postcount=78" target="_blank">that microwave before</a>. Focusing her heightened senses she realizes she can see into the darkened interior where a white coffee cup rests, almost exactly as it did in her mind's eye.Nice, love, she's not a puzzle box. The voice is warm, liquid and ethereal. Accented English fills your ears, it's oddly comforting and familiar. Beth has heard the voice before, its Constance.Glancing around you notice that Nice is standing stock upright staring off into space. He quickly seems to recover, "You're pretty for a brother" he says to Diego.Around them the conversation of the rest of the group continues undisturbed. Apparently only Beth and Nice can hear the disembodied voice of her sire; and Beth can only seem to make out Constance's half of the conversation.a mental sound like a sigh There is no point in having a protocol if you insist on ignoring it is there? Nice leans back against the counter top. He closes his arms in a casual manner, eyes flicking around the room.Please childe, who taught you? I could be combing your hair and you wouldn't be able to see me. there is another mental sigh Don't be sensitive. You have a perfectly nice head. No. I'm not in room. Well, we all have our secrets don't we. Don't be cross with me. I didn't have to contact you did I?Well you didn't give me much choice hm? That little widget you used to get in was for emergencies.No love. This is isn't an emergency. We're well past that. I've been compromised, badly. There is no cell anymore. The protocol---I know this is disappointing to you, but you need to stiffen that upper lip. It's a long process.Unhappy? Dear I'm beside myself. I got old and fat and someone came out of the corner and put me ankles over end. I've inflicted the curse on some dear little thing, who I'm sure is going to hate me for the rest of her existence, and I'm back on the run again. What always happens? You forget who you are, what we are, and someone decides to remind you. I've picked up a new danse partner, without even knowing it. And they danse up a mean one. They've gotten damned tunes in my head dear. Nasty little tricky ones.No dear. Not Charity.Don't be snitty. I'm not that badly off. It's not her.No, no none of that. You remember where all that nonsense got you last time.Very well. If you insist upon thinking about me as your cell leader then here are my instructions: Stop looking for me. Oh please childe. Don't tell me what you are and aren't doing. I can see into that little head of yours.Go to ground. For real. Put this all out of your head. I know you're committed but, frankly, you not ready to run an operation. Not in this City. Not against him. And definitely not with all these new players.Oh, don't be grumpy. I know you don't mean that. In a hundred years you'll think differently.Watch my little one for me. Tell her... I'm sorry. It's not how I wanted it to be.NO! Do not tell her! The voice is briefly powerful, and loud. Put her head on the blocks along with ours love? And for what?Good. I shall consider your word given on the manner.Do dear? I'm going to danse of course. They want to see Black Constance's jig? They shall have it.There is a brief telepathically sent imagewoman in a ragged dress, her feet enthusiastically stamp over and around ivory bones pressed into pitch black earthThen the conversation is over. The warmth projected by the voice is gone and the room feels chilly. Nice pulls his poncho around him and stares off into space.[sblock=OOC]"breaking into" your sires Telepathic conversation counts as a use of the common sense/psychic merit for this Chapter per our email discussion.Normally I think you need Auspex **** and to beat Constance on her roll to break into a telepathic conversation.Still it seems to reasonable to me to allow a 4 dot merit to partially spoof a 4 dot discipline once a chapter.And vampires "normally" have a sort of link to their sire and other closely related vampires, granting them the ability get strong psychic impressions, affect them more easily with mental disciplines etc. [/sblock][/sblock]</blockquote>

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