…Know when to walk away, and know when to run.
You’re a vampire; you’re buff, you’re all that, and you find yourself squaring off against a Kine. You’ve got magic blood, immortality, and the weight of countless fan fetish fiction books on your side – what could go wrong? Well, plenty. So let’s go over a few things.
1 - The Big Question. If you’re determined to fight a Kine, and there are other Kine standing around watching, the first thing you gotta decide is, “Am I going to Breach?” The answer is simple – don’t. The next answer is, “If you gotta breach, then take care of all the witnesses. ALL OF THEM.” Otherwise, it’s, y’know, a Breach. We don’t have very many rules, but that’s one of them. The first one; the biggie. Actually, it’s not a question at all. DON’T FUCKING DO IT!
2 - So what do you mean “Don’t breach”? That means if you get cut with a knife, you damn well better start bleeding. This doesn’t happen automatically, whether you roused your blood to put that delightful pink in your cute little dimples or not. You gotta make sure you bleed, because it gets pretty freaky for Kine to see you getting cut to ribbons and not bleeding.
It also means don’t heal yourself. Sure, we can close our wounds up. But to see a big, flapping gash in your chest that suddenly starts closing up in front of everyone will also freak Kine out.
Don’t bare your fangs, pop your claws, move at super-human speed, go invisible or anything else like that. These things also tend to freak Kine out. Unless, of course, you take care of all the witnesses. And that’s always a bit of a dodgy thing, because you don’t really know if you caught everyone. Someone might have started hiding when the brawl started, and you don’t see them, but then they post your picture on Facebook.
3 - Kine can be tough. I know a lot of y’all aren’t all that old, vampire-wise. I ain’t much better with a knife than I was when I was alive. Given we live in a tough town at night, we can run into gangers, mob goons, muggers, and lots of other unsavory folks who shun the light of day. And they know what they’re doing in a brawl.
Y’see, the big difference between us in them is the gifts our blood gives us. But if we can’t use those gifts because a big, honkin’ crowd is watching, then we’re really not much better than the person squaring off against us. In fact…
…we might be worse off. Y’see, we got that Beast thing in us that’s always pushing us. It’s always trying to break free and take over. And nothing gets it going quite like a nice scrum. Let it hang around long enough, and suddenly you might find yourself losing control. You get a little too excited and twist a guy’s head off. Or bite his neck with those fangs you’re suddenly sporting. And suddenly you’re front page news.
(I’m taking all the fun out of this, aren’t I? What good is being a vampire if we can’t waggle our schlongs in front of all those Kine?? I know-right???)
4 - Well, you fucked up. You got in this fight because you thought you were an undead juggernaut of bad-assery, and you’re getting torn to shreds because you kept your head enough to NOT use your gifts. But you’re still getting fucked up, and the crowd is starting to realize you’ve taken enough damage to kill any two football players. (or three cricket batsmen) Now what? Simple – play dead. Gasp, gurgle, give a boring monologue, compose your death haiku, and fall over with little X’s over your eyes. Hopefully they’ll leave, satisfied and not wanting to stick around a dead body because that makes the police curious. Also, hopefully, none of them are necrophiliacs. But if they are, well, you better be ready to take it like a champ.
5 - Well this doesn’t sound at ALL fun! That’s because it’s not, sunshine. But it’s how we stay alive in the night with the 2nd Inq poking around. Because again – don’t breach. That’s the biggie.
And maybe – just maybe – reconsider about whether it’s worth getting in a brawl in the first place. And maybe choose the “walk away” option. (or “run away leaving your dignity behind you”)