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Dec 12th, 2018 01:24 PM

"That's because I'm not begging, ma'am," the female poacher said matter of factly. "I know my role in all this, and what it cost. I also know what would have happened if your marksman there had have kept his cool. So, I'm offering a Life Boon to you, and your people here can tell you - I'm a surgeon with pistols." She nodded to the fallen Knight, as if to prove her point. "Which means I become your surgeon until such a time as I've done an appropriately large service to make that boon go away. I took and shed blood from your Domain, thus a Blood Boon - and I am upgrading it to a Life Boon because of the risk to your officers and to the First, and to pay for legitimate forgiveness and a conclusion to this matter."

It was just business. It was just a matter of price.

As the Prince adjusted Krieg and ordered him into the room with his frenzying compatriot, the poacher fell silent. Only when spoken to did she speak again.

"I'm from outside Portland, ma'am. I've never had a Prince or a Sire who gave a damn. I'm not like you and yours. We were on the run from some low-Humanity Crone guys who had lost their fucking minds and wanted to eat my partner. To be frank, the only reason I stopped in Sacramento was to get a bite and to hide for one night before heading to LA. I figured we'd be safe here."

She sighed.

"Derek was starving. He'd had to fight to save me the night before. So he lost himself on the woman in that alleyway. Shit went sideways."

A shrug. Stuff happened, right?

"Ma'am, I'm not a courtly Kindred, so I'm not going to sit here and fuck you around. My life boon is on the table. If you want it, let me know and I'll shake your hand right now and be at your service. If you want to execute me, best get to it. Your time has value."

She will submit to a Killing Blow if execution is selected. No roll will be required.

**Blackbird** · Dec 12th, 2018 08:50 PM

Mable was in frenzy, albeit away from the core group, Krieg had been reprimanded, and the poacher was gambling hard to stave off execution.

The neonate was uncertain whether the Savage Prince's order was directed to both Deputy or simply to Krieg due to his connection with Mable, but she leaning towards the latter unless told otherwise. She certainly wasn't going to speak out of turn. Not when the Prince was already agitated by the developing situation.

Instead, Blackbird closed her eyes, took in a deep breath and shook off her grief.

Opening them, Blackbird's eyes were finally dry. Holstering her pistol, the little bird would stand up straight, folding her hands behind her back. The Deputy pushed a stoic expression to the surface, forcing herself to focus on the matter at hand. Her poise showed she was ready to return to her duty. She was ready to comment further, pursue any other order the Prince issued, or respond to a request for assistance, should her partner need her. She had to be.

Tonight had shown Blackbird the true struggles of her position in the Domain. Despite the tragedy that had unfolded, it had also shown the Daeva she was more capable than she had given herself credit for.

Dec 13th, 2018 10:48 AM

The woman shot back at Rebecca, but she remained calm. She was going to talk her way out of the situation, not shoot her way out. She was going to reply when anger seemed to over take Mable and the cute little Gangrel ran off to a private room to destroy it. It was a violation of the laws, but Rebecca respected that she had enough control to take it to another room instead of showing them all such a vulgar face.

Before she could get back to the comment by Elle, Ale replied, clearly even more angry than before. The poacher continued to defend herself as Rebecca watched, then as if to ignore Mable's actions and focus on the current situation, Rebecca spoke. "Ignoring the fact that her shots were used to kill two police officers, they were quite efficient." Her eyes were focused on the poacher, then they shifted to Ale. "And so you are aware, Your Majesty, Priscus Wood and I personally handled the disposal of the body and the vehicle. No evidence shall ever be found." Unless the police had ways to search the entire Sacramento sewer for human soup.

**Dirt Nap** · Dec 13th, 2018 02:08 PM

Dirt Nap listens and watches silently, specifically ready to jump in and wrestle with Elle Green if she seems to lose control. He looks troubled over seeing Mable having lost her composure and having to leave.

Dec 13th, 2018 06:33 PM

Atticus was done giving a lot of care about this situation. Atticus didn't fully understand why people were concerned if the Monologuist was in the right here, cause he wasn't. Atticus was calming the situation down, and then the idiot started shooting. When Nap defended the cowboy, Atticus just shook his head. He wanted to say something snide like, My voice carries, or some such but decided against it. More then anything though, Atticus wanted to ask the closest Invictus he could find why in the great gray wastes was this Knight ever let off his damn leash, And they say we should be kept in chains.

As Mable flipped out, Atticus just let her go. He couldn't do anything for her, and the place was locked down. Other than some destroyed furniture, and maybe accidentally falling and staking herself, there wasn't much she could do to save herself any further embarrassment.

As for the Poacher, Atticus knew that the woman's death wouldn't really do much. Her life, or unlife as it were, that could be at least be useful...

He spoke up from the wall he was leaning against, "Your Grace, I know you ain't asking me, but Ganking her solves nothing. Other then making you feel better temporarily. Her ash is a message to no one since she has no one outside the domain. If she had a home domain, I'd say put her ashes in a ziplock and mail them back, but that ain't the case. Alive-ish, she's at least useful, as a tool if nothing else. But you do you."

Dec 13th, 2018 06:45 PM

Krieg will go collect the wild Mable.

**Alessandra** · Dec 13th, 2018 06:52 PM

The term marksman for Davis didn’t sound right to her, but she’d never seen him use his guns.

She listens and watches the girl, her expression uncaring. But she did hear her words, she had already decided when she first groveled what she would do with her. But Ale wanted to hear what happened and adjust her decision if need be.

“Courtly Kindred or not, I can appreciate someone not fucking around with me and my time.” There was a time for flowery words, this wasn’t it.

Dark eyes flicker to Rebecca, who eased one concern from her mind, the body was taken care of.
“Thank you Madam Harpy.” Clearly someone had the intelligence to take care of evidence.

A zip lock bag? She liked this guy and how he thought.

“I need someone to move him,” she says with a half glance to Davis’s body, “Into the room in the back until I decide what will be done with him. And please lock the door when it’s done.” Seemed the closet was going to get a guest. Or resident.

Looking fully at the girl, “While I am in within my right to ash you where you are, I’m not going to. It sounds like your skills will be useful and I accept your offered Boon.” Glancing back to Rebecca, “When you get the chance, please make sure we get it recorded.” Back to the girl, “That being said, it means you’ll be staying here until the Boon is paid. I shall grant you Acknowledgement until that time, so you are free to feed and reside here. But I warn you, do not break my Laws again, I will not be as lenient.” her tone cold. And she meant it, she would make the girl suffer until she became ash.

Dec 14th, 2018 02:50 AM

Rising to her feet, Elle Green gave a stiff, awkward and unpracticed bow. "Thank you, Your Majesty. I'll leave my number with your people and get myself a, uh, Haven and lie low while things with the cops blow over." Turning back to Nap, she said, "Could I have my firearms back, please?"

Boon paid and logged with the Harpy, Green stared into the night. It was strange. Her beloved dead, where once she had been a poacher, now she was an Acknowledged Kindred of the Domain of Sacramento.

Life was funny like that.

Full of hard left turns.

@ErlangShen Psychangel - I propose mediation with respect to Krieg stopping Mable. Obviously, Mable has claws out and is in anger frenzy. She is tearing apart the room. I propose the following: Krieg is able to grapple and stake Mable to stop her frenzy, after taking 2 Aggravated Damage. He unstakes her thereafter and allows her to go about her night unfrenzied. Is this agreeable? If so, I can narrate what happens and we can wrap this up.

**Blackbird** · Dec 14th, 2018 03:21 AM

From her point on the periphery, Blackbird's lips curled into a small smile as Atticus spoke. A brief expression of pride marked her growing liking for her fellow Dragon. It seemed they linked up nicely in regards to their philosophy despite their differences regarding social practice. Nonetheless, the chapter house would afford both to learn more about one another in time. They had to conclude this business first.

However, as Alessandra mentioned her being still within the middle of the road regarding Davis, Blackbird's face turned to the barest hint of a frown. However, she shook this off. She had said her point of view. It was likely clear to most that Blackbird placed sizable blame on Davis for the events of the night. However, it was not her place to push for his stay in Torpor or exodus via Final Death.

If he disappoints again my point will be proven.

Nonetheless, the sovereign of Sacramento's Kindred had spoken. Blackbird offered a bow, "It will be as you say, Your Majesty," she said, her tone even for the first time since coming before the Prince earlier this evening.

Striding forward, the neonate would offer the poacher a passing glance as she moved to Davis' corpse. For a long moment thereafter, Blackbird stared at the felled Knight. The gaze was cold, but neutral. After a beat, she would look to Atticus.

"Mr. James, would you be willing to assist me in transferring the Knight to his... temporary arrangements?" she asked. Blackbird would likely have difficulty moving the body on her own.

Dec 14th, 2018 08:14 AM

"Atticus is fine Deputy Bird, I'm just a guy," Atticus said, having no issue to call his normality out in this room of revered people. He grabbed the monologuist by the torso and hoisted him up with little difficulty. "Your Highness." Atticus bowed his head and started to haul off the corpse.

I am good to call this my exit from the scene unless Ale needs anything further from me.

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