Haunt Meeting

[Brenn Lawrence]

Mick being late...that was fine, he was new. Same with Scott to some extent but it had still been annoying. Sidor, though...no, now she was pretty pissed about being interrupted again. Not only that but he just had an air of selfishness that didn't endear him to Brenn at all. His beast did make her want to run screaming but she wasn't an animal and would not bow before it. So instead she spoke, letting some anger show in her words. She could be accused of many things but being wantonly deceptive was not one of them.

"Just as we appreciate knowing of you Sidor. If you had come any later you wouldn't have been able to take part in the decision of who-is-to-be-our-Priscus. Now, as I said before, I have little background knowledge of how such things are decided but I would propose a vote on whoever is willing and wanting to assume the position."

[Dean]

Anton's expression darkens, avoiding eye contact with anyone as he speaks. It begins as a kindly reminder, but takes on a cautioning edge somewhere along the way.

"I think Brother Grigoriev deserves more respect than you've just shown him, Miss Lawrence. Let's not become too presumptuous, fresh in a new Domain. There exist oceans of Sins more severe than an untimely arrival."

"Said with 3 Suxx worth of foreboding."]Anton Flores rolls 10 to Pres+Intim (No Flaw) (10 Again, WillPower) 2, 6, 3, 10, 6, 1, 2, 4, 8, 4, 10, 4 3 successes

"I would prefer for us to discuss what we, as a clan, expect from our Priscus before tallying votes. And that we hear Dirge out. Please, Hierophant."

[Brenn Lawrence]

The lines of Antons body screamed danger just as his words gave off his anger, reminding Brenn of a diamondback's rattle. She sank lower in her chair before nodding a few times, eyes wider than normal.

"'Whoever one is, and wherever one is, one is always in the wrong if one is rude...' I do, ah, apologize. But, uh, should we continue on in spite of that," she asked weakly.

[Yog-Sothoth]

Goddess that name's a mouthful, she thought to herself after hearing the latest arrival.

"Ah, we just haven't been formally introduced then, you have my apologies Mr Grigoriev. It is unfortunate that we haven't had the opportunity to meet with each other sooner."

Anton's quick defense of this strange man with the funny name was curious to dirge. She was pretty sure the two men were not an item...although this being California and the modern era one never knew...a vision of her playful banter with Argent when he readily admitted to an attraction to men as well as women quickly came to mind. Discounting that first theory for now, she assumed they held some sort of tie socially together, perhaps covenant? After all true friendships were not exactly common among kindred. Not without a price that was. Besides the use of the word brother by Anton helped her reach her covenant theory, only the Lance went out of their way to play on family roles to try and encourage unity. She found it strange, but no stranger than other's perceptions of her own covenant.

"Thank you, is it Anton or Mr Flores?" Dirge asked genuinely interested in finding out which he preferred and not wishing to irritate the man. She waited for a response from the man before continuing at his direction. "Let me recap some issues I previously brought up, my apologies to those who are hearing this a second time."

"For as long as I have been in the city the clan has lacked direction or perhaps focus. Previous leadership was content to mainly hole up and do nothing even when faced with evidence that immediate action was required. I say this not to insult anyone's political or religious views because I think it was more a personal short coming that crossed covenant barriers. It has colored the city's view of our clan and decreased their respect for us. I'm afraid that I was forced to add to this when publicly censoring the the Reeve Culler. It was not a decision I made lightly and I made it with a heavy heart. I had tried other alternatives to get action from the man for months, including bring up my concern regarding the homeless investigation at the last clan meeting. So we have some precedence to over come."

"That said we have a very unique opportunity before us these nights. If you all look around it is clear that there are many new faces and we have regained some of our number. Furthermore, our clan's strong show of arms at the Prince's competition shows that we are not to be underestimated and have a significant power, the way many in clan gangrel's use of claws during the duel and the way it served them no use against us showed this, as well as the fact that our clan dominated the finals. We as a clan are to be respected and feared. We have a chance now, if we cease it, to improve our place in the domain even if my duel against Mr Greyson sees my defeat."

"I agree with others that said a priscus should be chosen first, however, whomever that might turn out to be I think focusing attention on the establishment of a necropolis would be an excellent unifying element for the clan that will provide many benefits. In addition to finding a way to capitalize on our recently earned respect. But, we shouldn't get a head of ourselves. Let us begin with asking if there is any present that have an interest in leading the clan. I will admit that I would find the idea of such a prospect to be an honor. Are there any others?"

[Dean]

"Anton, would be appropriate among family," he answered, politely.

Anton could well have frenzied were he privy to Dirge's inner monologue. Since he wasn't, the Sanctified listened raptly, nodding occasionally as she made her case.

"Our idle past within this Domain is something we should regret. It is commendable, though, that not one member of the Nosferatu fell to a combatant of another clan. I should mention that the Prince has recently given me the title of Deputy. I believe this appointment was prompted by our performance that night. We are being taken seriously as protectors of the Traditions; something to be respected - not pitied. We have information on the homeless to share, the Necropolis is another important proposal, but first, the matter of Priscus.

The Haunt reaches into his pocket to switch off his cell. He hated being interrupted by fragile objects. His manner is blunt and straight-forward his voice is heavy, made haggard occasionally by his curse.

"At this time I have no wish to represent our clan as anything more than an uncompromising defender of the Traditions binding us. I move that Dirge, as the longest acknowledged under the current Prince of Sacramento, serve us as Priscus. No other Nosferatu present has enough familiarity with our clan's relationship with the Domain to contest this."

"I also recommend that she take Sidor Rurukovitch Grigoriev as her Whip. He is skilled and capable. I do this as a gesture of unity, in spite of our opposed ideologies. Soon I will be Bishop. Unless you propose we wish to be thought of as fractured wretches, a clear message of unity will be required. Personally, I wish to belong to a feared and respected line. Not an underestimated one."

[Brenn Lawrence]

By the time Anton had spoken his piece, Brenn also reached the conclusion that Sidor must be be of the Lance. The idea of the leader of the Crone leading the clan with a Lance as her right hand tickled that secular part of Brenn's own ideology and, although she disliked Sidor at present, she had no better alternative suggestion for a whip candidate.

"I would agree to this proposal of Dirge as Priscus, and, in light of Anton turning down the title of whip, that leaves Sidor as the only other kindred in our clan who is not new to the domain or this existence. Thus I would have to agree that he would be the best whip candidate. Would any care to suggest other candidates before we vote? If not then it would indicate we are all in favor of this proposal."