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"I watch me be this other thing and never know
if I'm marooned or where the purple people go
then lily white matricide
from vicious words
it doesn't leave a scratch
so therefore no one's hurt
Thunder wishes it could be the Snow
Wishes it could be as loved as she can be".
--Tori Amos "Purple People"
She awoke with her fangs in his arm, swallowing something warm. She stopped as soon as she could, the pain still overbearing but worse at the moment was the realizing of who he was that she had almost killed, almost sucked dry. Qasi swooned for a moment, but did not allow himself to faint without his mission done. He swooped her up and ran. Bright lights raced by overheard... white walls overbearing... someone screamed in the corner... someone murmured unintelligably in the day room. They reached the damp streets of New Orleans and safety. She slept.
She remembered no more of it than she had to. She brewed some concoction in her head about why.... why she had just missed 5 years of her unlife in a hospital... why they would want to hurt her... She concluded it must have been her own political actions, the prosecution she ran as a kindred lawyer against Malkav's clan some years back. She concluded it was revenge, for it was easier to understand than any truth. And then, she concluded that she must give up her art forever, for she had no desire to suffer as that again.
Qasi was the one who had found her. Not her sire. Not the authority in the city. Only Qasi, a mere mortal, but her brother in so many ways... There was no question that her sire would give him over, and that the two of them, and whoever else she could gather would leave this god forsaken city. It wasn't safe anymore. She had enemies now, and forever. /
Maiamouna was born to a Hopi woman and a caucasian man in Arizona. There were few opportunities in her life, and she yearned for more adventure. At the age of 18, as soon as it was legal, for she always had had respect for the laws, she ran to New York. She met a man there named Winston Adonis, or at least that was the pen name he had taken at the time. He driveled on with some poetry which won her then tender heart, and took her around to parties and functions after dark, as a sort of show piece. When it came time for the embrace, Mai knew what was in store, or thought she did. She consented. There was no struggle, just an understanding that she would forever be his party piece in thanks for him saving her from boredom.
Kindred law was something unusual and immediately, Mai wanted to grasp the nuances. There were too many disputes and as she saw it, all that was needed was someone to make sense of things. She strived to be this person. She and Winston took up residence in New Orleans. He quickly became the Toreador whip, and Mai quickly took up her practice of kindred law.
And then things went blank.
After 5 years of what she deemed torture in the hands of clan Malkavian, with no recourse from the prince or even her sire, she realized the reality of kindred law. There was none. She took her best friend, her "brother", and her saviour, Qasi with her on her voyage to her new life. He was but a ghoul, but had been made the same year she had, and she saw him as much more than that. She gathered 2 more ghouls of her own, and 3 retainers. Winston arranged promptly for a voyage to Detroit, and the arrangements were made with the prince.
It has been a little over a year now of living in the cold Detroit, but Mai would not wish for New Orleans again. The truth has slowly unfurled itself the more she opened her eyes. At first when arriving, she maintained a cold and distant demeanor so as not to attract any attention, especially with a particular clan. Unfortunately, attention found her and her new acquaintances. On a trip back to New Orleans to investigate a blood disease that was traveling through Detroit, and which has maddened to prince to the extent to which he ran away, denouncing his duties and joining the sabbat, everything changed.
The investigation led them to the institution where she had been held those years. She didn't even know it when she entered the door, but she recalled the doctor. Doctor Marcellus was eager to fill the others with her in on how he knew her. "Many times your blood ran down the stairs..." he recounted. There was no way out, but she determined then and there that her comrades were not about to suffer her fate. Nobody should. Nurse Spencer attacked the party with hypodermic needles. Mai was left untouched this time, perhaps because she had already been infected those years ago, and had simply forgotten. She was given a vial, which she left on the desk, vowing not to take anything out of there except for people. She stayed only long enough to drag Jenny Olson out. She had never told them, but now everyone knew her past. More important, she realized just what was happening during the stretch of infinite time. She realized it was everywhere.
She changed. She participated in the formation of a coterie of those who had been her companions in the past year. She has realized that law is a myth, and not to lose her head over missing the notion that it ever existed. Her life is what it is. Joy will be taken , if at all, in the little victories. The big ones are far off.
Randolph Kugan's Bitch <-- Randolph lies and eats sleeves.
Oh, and since we're bringing Generation into this, Mai is a 10th Generation Toreador, which means Randolph can't dominate her, but that's not surprising, is it.
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