Datelorn: Malkavians Pointlessness: Malkav. Hoka hey! ??? Who's there? An ancient Wendigo? Dumbo on skis? My old man after eating Mexican Food? Oh! It's you! (again!) What's up? Did you get any benefits from my oh-so-wise wisdom of the ages about our Clan Weakness? Don't answer that. You realise that I did warn you about what would happen if you came back, don't you? If not, that's ok. I'll just warn you again: YOU GET TO HEAR ANOTHER STORY NOW! *insert maniacal laughter here* *ahem* Pardon. I get carried away sometimes when you whippersnappers come to hear me. So here's The Story of How Malkav Became Pointless: One fine day, which, really, was night but we won't get into that, Malkav was doing nothing. He got bored... I think... or at least that's what he told me. But Malkav was bored(perhaps) and wanted something to do. This was before Malkav thought up being hospitable to people. (which was another story that I already told you. So remember it. The story, I mean. but in a nice way.) So the bored(maybe) Malkav thought: ìHey! I'm Bored(theoretically) and need to do something other than being hospitable to people because I haven't thought of that yet. So he thought long and hard about what to do to not be (in all plausibility)Bored. Malkav finally decided that he could do one of two things: 1) Make sense and be drab like his brothers and sisters and be predictable like them because they all had purpouses(purpi?) and agendas and such. 2) Have fun and be pointlessly chaotic in everything he did. Give up rhyme and reason and become a spasticated-fun-related-whack-tacular ball of pure will. He weighed the optioins very closely but couldn't decide. Malkav wandered around trying to choose which end of the spectrum to be of. He became so lost in thought that he didn't even realize that he walked into the Gated-Entrance to Arcadia, Land of Perpetual Twilight. The gate guards (who really hate to be bothered, usually) that day were a pack of rambunctious Pookas. They set upon Malkav to devil him out of Arcadia with their wacky zaniness, but their plan backfired. Malkav was so impressed by their antics that he decided, right then and there, to choose Option two(2). The Pooka, although it didn't really matter, chose two(2) too(also) and a grand time was had by all. The Fae helped Malkav get back home and said that if there were any more Kindred like him, they were welcome in Arcadia. Malkav was also(too) welcome in Arcadia anytime he wanted and was bestowed, by the Fae, with the power to enter it any time he wished. And so Malkav became pointless and chaotic and quite touched even moreso than he already was. Funny, isn't it? But not funny in the Ha-Ha way. More in that way where you feel all tingly and it's dark and you hear that low, raspy breathing from behind and you wonder why you're in the alley and a voice answers your question even though you're quite sure that you only said it in your head and the voice says: ìYou did.î and everything goes dark. You understand, now, the pointlessness that spreads and seethes in our blood? Don't answer that, unless you really want to. Now get! Get out of my sight! Hie thee hence from whence you came! I've got not time to play a game! -Mael Xavier, the Omen of Malkav.