Darth Phoebe: I am so good at being under cover.
Random Guy: Excuse me, do you have the time?
Darth Phoebe: I'M PHOEBE HALLIWELL AND I'M A WITCH AND I'M DEAD BUT NOT REALLY. Whoops, guess you gotta die!
Random Guy: Excuse me, do you have the time?
Darth Phoebe: I'M PHOEBE HALLIWELL AND I'M A WITCH AND I'M DEAD BUT NOT REALLY. Whoops, guess you gotta die!
— Allison Pregler's take on Phoebe Halliwell openly discussing in public spaces her status as a fugitive witch who faked her death.
"So, you have learned the terrible truth. Congratulations! Now keep it to yourself, or I'll slit your throat while you sleep. I swear to God."
—Firewater, Sausage Party
"I'm guessing you met them the night you were acting weird?"
"Yeah. The Foot were taking hostages in the subway..."
Taylor sits up. "You were caught up in that hostage situation? You didn't tell me that!"
Now April looks a little sheepish. "I wasn't exactly caught up in it."
"You went into it." Taylor had known April was desperate for a scoop that would make her career, but seriously, what was she thinking? No scoop is worth your life.
"After the turtles stopped the Foot, I followed them and...kind of took their picture."
"You what?"
April grimaces. "I know. Probably not my best idea."
Taylor's stomach curdles when she imagines the turtles' reaction. Then a deeper horror sinks in.
They could have killed April. In fact, she's honestly shocked they didn't.
"Yeah. The Foot were taking hostages in the subway..."
Taylor sits up. "You were caught up in that hostage situation? You didn't tell me that!"
Now April looks a little sheepish. "I wasn't exactly caught up in it."
"You went into it." Taylor had known April was desperate for a scoop that would make her career, but seriously, what was she thinking? No scoop is worth your life.
"After the turtles stopped the Foot, I followed them and...kind of took their picture."
"You what?"
April grimaces. "I know. Probably not my best idea."
Taylor's stomach curdles when she imagines the turtles' reaction. Then a deeper horror sinks in.
They could have killed April. In fact, she's honestly shocked they didn't.
Sir Integra: Alright shit-for-brains, you're going to spill every single thing you know or I'm going to have Walter here peel your dick like a banana!
Jan Valentine: (Laughs) I don't know what's fucking funnier, the fact that you think your titless ass intimidates me, or that you'd think my boss would let me live if you did. (Bursts into blue flames) And now I'm on fucking fire! So now it's Free-Game! The one who sent me... Was... Naaaaziiiiiiiiiiisssss...
(Jan Valentine burns to ashes)
Sir Integra: ...I heard George Lucas, who else heard George Lucas?
Walter: I heard Miami Heat.
Seras Victoria: I heard The Mötley Crüe with m'Vampire hearin'.
Jan Valentine: (Laughs) I don't know what's fucking funnier, the fact that you think your titless ass intimidates me, or that you'd think my boss would let me live if you did. (Bursts into blue flames) And now I'm on fucking fire! So now it's Free-Game! The one who sent me... Was... Naaaaziiiiiiiiiiisssss...
(Jan Valentine burns to ashes)
Sir Integra: ...I heard George Lucas, who else heard George Lucas?
Walter: I heard Miami Heat.
Seras Victoria: I heard The Mötley Crüe with m'Vampire hearin'.
Big-D: More than any other supernatural creature, vampires DESPISE being unveiled. They relentlessly hunt any breach of their vaunted secrecy with organised and military precision. As such, though I know much, I speak little of it. And sadly, share even less.
Kitten: Of course, but surely you can trust your own family.
Big-D: Trust has little to do with it! Say I share all that I know. Indeed, to truly destroy this foe, we must understand it! But if I do so carelessly... Notice how the conversation started. I carelessly said the word "Tremere".
Kitten: Yes...?
Big-D: If we were in public, in a restaurant, or on the street when I had said that... We would very well have to move.
Kitten: That's a tad extreme.
Big-D: And it is necessary. The Masquerade, they call it. To wear the mask of a human. To blend in with us. To convince us their existence is but a fairy tale. Any breach in this Masquerade is a threat to their very existence. For even though they are individually more powerful, they fear mankind more than anything else. They are few, and we are many. Should wider society discover their existence, man might well eradicate them. For while an especially mighty vampire could slay a hundred mortals, there is a limit to their strength. Few break easily, but all break. And that is not to speak of their most hated enemy, the sun. Its ancient rays scorch even the eldest of their kind to charcoaled bone. Vampires cannot be rid of their great adversaries, for the sun is beyond their reckoning and humanity vital to their survival. Thus, most work to preserve their Masquerade, hiding in the dark, carefully balanced upon webs of intrigue and murder. To further this end, vampires have many agents. Ghouls, they call them— mortals grown addicted to vampiric blood. These half-men gain a whisper of their master's power in exchange for fanatical servitude. Unlike their masters, though, ghouls need not slumber by day. Their eyes are EVERYWHERE, and they watch vigilantly for the slightest breach of undead omertà... This is why we hunters are responsible for the vampire threat. We learn as much of the vampire as we can and spread it, safely, to ensure these parasites become the forgotten myths they pretend to be. Even this is a treacherous task, for we cannot know which parts of our collected vampiric lore are mistaken assumption, the earnest truth, or malignant propaganda.
Kitten: I see...
Big-D: So rest assured! I will teach you what I know! But slowly. They might not blood hunt you for knowing a word or two... But they certainly will if you know their meaning.
Kitten: And what is a blood hunt?
Big: They'll kill you for knowing what that is too. WHICH IS DUMB, because it's kind of just what it sounds like! Every vampire in a region, hunting you! F-For your blood!
Kitten: Haaard to figure out...
Big-D: BREACH NOT OUR VEIL OF SECRECY! Pfft, vampires are so silly.
Kitten: Of course, but surely you can trust your own family.
Big-D: Trust has little to do with it! Say I share all that I know. Indeed, to truly destroy this foe, we must understand it! But if I do so carelessly... Notice how the conversation started. I carelessly said the word "Tremere".
Kitten: Yes...?
Big-D: If we were in public, in a restaurant, or on the street when I had said that... We would very well have to move.
Kitten: That's a tad extreme.
Big-D: And it is necessary. The Masquerade, they call it. To wear the mask of a human. To blend in with us. To convince us their existence is but a fairy tale. Any breach in this Masquerade is a threat to their very existence. For even though they are individually more powerful, they fear mankind more than anything else. They are few, and we are many. Should wider society discover their existence, man might well eradicate them. For while an especially mighty vampire could slay a hundred mortals, there is a limit to their strength. Few break easily, but all break. And that is not to speak of their most hated enemy, the sun. Its ancient rays scorch even the eldest of their kind to charcoaled bone. Vampires cannot be rid of their great adversaries, for the sun is beyond their reckoning and humanity vital to their survival. Thus, most work to preserve their Masquerade, hiding in the dark, carefully balanced upon webs of intrigue and murder. To further this end, vampires have many agents. Ghouls, they call them— mortals grown addicted to vampiric blood. These half-men gain a whisper of their master's power in exchange for fanatical servitude. Unlike their masters, though, ghouls need not slumber by day. Their eyes are EVERYWHERE, and they watch vigilantly for the slightest breach of undead omertà... This is why we hunters are responsible for the vampire threat. We learn as much of the vampire as we can and spread it, safely, to ensure these parasites become the forgotten myths they pretend to be. Even this is a treacherous task, for we cannot know which parts of our collected vampiric lore are mistaken assumption, the earnest truth, or malignant propaganda.
Kitten: I see...
Big-D: So rest assured! I will teach you what I know! But slowly. They might not blood hunt you for knowing a word or two... But they certainly will if you know their meaning.
Kitten: And what is a blood hunt?
Big: They'll kill you for knowing what that is too. WHICH IS DUMB, because it's kind of just what it sounds like! Every vampire in a region, hunting you! F-For your blood!
Kitten: Haaard to figure out...
Big-D: BREACH NOT OUR VEIL OF SECRECY! Pfft, vampires are so silly.
—Hunter: The Parenting, "Kitten and Big-D's Primer on the Supernatural and Local Folklore"
