A lot of old friends have resurfaced

I have recently heard from a couple of my oldest Cainite friends. It was quite some time ago that we were together, but I can still remember them as vividly as though they are here before me at this moment. We were four; (in no particular order) Sean Rathcliffe, Charles Floraison, Rudolph Cherry and I. Sean was, and in some ways perhaps still is, your typical Brujah with a short temper and a long winded cause. Floraison painted his way through his Toreadoristic life and Cherry, well, he tried very hard at being your run of the mill Malkavian, but did not always succeed (or was it the other way around?). Charming guys, really! As I have said, though, I have heard from them again! (At least from Sean and from Cherry! Where are you, Charles? Shall I have to Summon you to get a lifesign? I will not, though, I promise... ) Sean seems to be working behind the scenes nowadays in some big time conspiracy. Just goes to show. And I had him accusing me of being manipulative back in the last days of the 19th century... No matter, though; it is always pleasant to receive letters from friends believed lost. And as for Cherry; well, it is always difficult to know and to judge what he is up to, even when you are spending a lot of time with him. All I have this time are a few short paragraphs from him that rants about werewolves in Africa and meeting with his very dead Sire. It is very nice to have heard from him again! In some ways it would be lovely to see them all again and meet with them. But, certain aspects of the life that I live today forbids such things to happen. Sadly, it is probably in their best interest to stay away from me. I realise, though, that they probably have changed as much as I have anyway and that a meeting would thus probably be an anti-climax of sorts, but you can never stop reminiscing about days gone by... Hmmm, I have now met with Sean. Anti-climax? Well, that depends entirely on what I was expecting. If I thought that everything would turn out to be 'just like the old days' I was, of course, in for a big and nasty surprise. If I expected anything else, well, then I wasn't wrong. As I have said elsewhere; I have promised to keep my mouth about what happened, and where (and definitely how!). I have made no promise, though, to not tell about my impressions of him! Sean Where to start? Well, to begin with, Sean isn't what he used to be. He is much more in control and, one could say, more reserved. He also claims to still be under my spell, but I doubt that somewhat. In addition, he seems to try to be a little despotic and somewhat fearsome. I guess that I can see through that all too clearly, perhaps on the account of me knowing him since old, but his subjects do seem rather impressed. Well, I suppose that is what he wants. He has become much more decisive, as well, and quite less interested in debating his viewpoint. But that is somewhat akin to saying that 500 000 Volts isn't as deadly as 600 000. You're still toast. (i.e you're still debating) Cherry And here we are... a year later, and trying to comprehend the phenomenon that is Rudolph Cherry. He seems to be more composed and perhaps more openhearted than he did before. It was some time ago that we did meet, though, so my memories of his antics back then might thave been amplified by the passage of time. He does, however, travel with some very strange fellows. As for composed, by the way, he doesn't seem to have gotten any grips on his rabid fear of what-ever that seems to dominate his mind-set at times. It was almost as if he wanted to show his fears, though, and that is rather unusual. The strangest thing about him is his appearance. He has... aged... some 30 to 40 odd years or so. He claims to have visited this fairy-tale land but that he cannot remember what he was doing there. He merely knows that when he got back his body had actually aged showing the true passage of time. I cannot say that I understand that, but the facts remain. Cherry's undead visage has grown old.

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