Path of the Vampire forum

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Voice Notes
1:12am 16 July 2016
Recording 00000234

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001: [REDACTED]

The sound of a door closing.

002: "... Thank God."

Sobs accompany the shifting of fabric.

002: "Alright. Alright. I'm not used to having people around when I do these. Definitely not used to having Moira in the same room."

Laughter.

002: "Okay. Gonna do this proper like I usually do."

More sound of movement, presumably 002 shifting into a different position.

002: "So it's... it's a Friday. The fifteen, I think? Moira wanted to go out clubbing like usual and Ma made her take me. I was going to repair the doll she broke tonight -- had everything set out and set up and now... well, now Lola's never going to get that crack sealed, I guess."

A nervous chuckle.

002: "I met this guy. He says his name is Cedric and I don't care if he's lying. I'm new. I'm all brand new. I'm still not pretty but it doesn't matter as long as I stay out of the light. I'm like a dolly now, except I've got a fresh coat of paint and new dress."

002: "I can't repay him for what he's done for me. If I'd continued the way I was, I would have probably killed myself. But now..."

Silence again, more profound this time.

002 begins giggling.

002: "I did to Moira what Moira did to Little Lola. You've got a big crack in your head now, don't you, Moira?"

002: "I bet you're as ugly as I am now. We're the same. Both of us are corpses, but you're the only one who will be rotting."

Fleshy ripping sounds. Wet noises. Gurgling.

This goes on for a good five minutes, presumably 002 [REDACTED].

Door opening.

001: [REDACTED]

002 makes a disgusted sound.

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Voice Notes
7:55am 01 March 2015
Recording 00000102

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001: Hello. Today is Sunday, March 1st. I want to speak about a strange dream I had last night.

001: It was odd. I could see, even though I can't remember ever being able to do so. Perhaps there was a time when I was very young? I would ask Mother, but I doubt she'd remember.

001: I was a concubine to the Emperor of Japan named Sachiko. I was his favorite, I think. He'd lavish me with gifts and beautiful dresses. I had this one, it was jade green, covered with paintings of herons and bamboo. I painted my face white every day, painted on my eyebrows and covered my lips in red.

001: But then this new, younger woman came along and he started giving her the same attention he'd given her. Sachiko felt angry, like, so bitter, I could barely reconcile it with myself and I kinda started to realize that something wasn't right.

001: The royal tailor, Kayo, got commissioned to make this new woman a grand new dress... a... juuni... a... a twelve piece dress.

001: Kayo slaved over making that dress, I could tell. I could tell when I saw it that she'd poured everything she had into it.

001: And then Sachiko destroyed it.

001: The next morning after she destoryed it, the emperor demanded to know why the dress was not complete. Kayo insisted that she'd had it finished but was sabotaged.

001: Then Sachiko... she stood right up there, next to the emperor, and lied to the court that when she had visited Kayo's quarters she had seen that the tailor hadn't even started on the dress. She called Kayo a liar.

001: I watched Kayo be ordered to sew her own mouth shut. I watched her be executed right in front of me. She looked me in the eyes the whole time. I... I didn't think it was possible to look at someone with so much hatred.

A thump. Presumably 001 laying down on her bed.

001: Sachiko went into a crazy downward spiral after that, I think. She kept seeing things. Hearing things. She couldn't sleep. She kept thinking that the seams in her dresses were mouths. She kept seeing red everywhere. It was horrible. She couldn't keep her hands steady to put on her makeup right so she always looked like a mess. Didn't matter because the mirrors were wrong when she looked in them. She kept seeing spiders everywhere. It was bad.

001: This went on for a while, I think, before Sachiko couldn't take it anymore and killed herself.

001: There was this... monster, I think... waiting for her. It was big, like a spider but instead of a head it had a woman's torso. It didn't have a mouth, just a stitching pattern over where the mouth would be. I think... I think it was Kayo. I couldn't be anyone but Kayo.

001: It took her disembodied spirit and sewed her eyes shut before making her into a monster, too.

001: I woke up with this urgent thought. I kept thinking, "this is why I'm blind." It's ridiculous, but it almost felt like I was still dreaming, like there was no break between Sachiko's darkness and mine? It was weird.

001: That's all I had to say, I guess. Just needed to get it off my chest.

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A long, slim finger tapped the delete icon.

"Voice Recording 00000102 Deleted"

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Voice Notes
2:18pm 18 July 2016
Recording 00000238

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001: Tried my hand at hacking today. Probably shouldn't try again, especially when I need a screen reader to tell me everything that's happening. Don't have the response time.

001: On the other hand, breaking and entering isn't quite so difficult. Sure, it's hard to see exactly what it is I am making off with but as long as I can sell it, I'm pretty sure it was worth the effort.

001: First two or three break ins went off without a hitch. Got in, got the stuff, got out. Wasn't seen, wasn't suspected. I even managed to find one of those "bird" nodes. You know the kind.

001: Last one was a bit of a bust. I got all the stuff, sure, but I had to kill the guard and the officer that came to investigate. I mean, it's not like it matters. I still got everything. I wasn't hurt.

001: I went into the sewers after pawning my loot. Got a bit rough with a wild one before stomping out some rats. The wild one ruined my clothes. I'm a bit bitter about it.

001: ... I haven't seen Sire recently. It's making me stir-crazy. I found this app, however, Pokemon Go. Catching the creatures calms me somewhat. I've taken to wandering the city at all hours of the night searching for them. I can't see the screen, so I listen for their little electronic chirps.

001: I think I may even make some friends with this new hobby. Well, human friends. They won't last long.

001: Never do.

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