| Yeah, I know a Samedi. I'd even call her a friend. She hangs down in the sewers with the rest of us (she is afflicted with a similar malady as us Nosferatu), but mostly keeps to herself. Sometimes I seek her out and we just talk till the sun comes up, we talk about the new Kindred prince and the state of the sewers and the Lupines and just about anything. She seems to enjoy the company, with her looks she doesn't get much of it. I've seen her weird death-powers some, too. Sometimes she turns into a pile of dust when she knows I'm coming, and even with Auspex and Obfuscate I don't notice her there. She scares the piss out of me and has a good chuckle out of it, and her laugh is like the grating of dead fingernails on a tombstone and that's not very pleasant either.
I heard from some others of my kind that the Samedi come from Haiti. Doesn't sound too weird, given the whole voodoo thing. I remember seeing some Bond movie with a guy called Baron Samedi in it, and he was from Haiti. I wonder if there's some truth to the legends. She doesn't talk about her past much, though, which is understandable. I don't either.
I've seen the Samedi get in some scrapes before, with a dumb Sabbat pack or some Bone Gnawers fighting for territory or whatever. She pulled out some of her Thantalis or whatever and their skin literally dropped from their bones. It was somethin' nasty, I'll tell you what. I've also seen her wither entire limbs to useless husks. A Giovanni bully came around the sewers one night looking for trouble and found the Samedi. He won't be looking for trouble anytime soon, I assure you.
Anyway, I don't know much about the Samedi, but if the rest of 'em are anything like my friend down here in the sewers, they're alright in my book.
- Jessalyn, Nosferatu ancilla |
