The late night streets of Sacramento carried a somber silence about them, as if in mourning over the passing of the Sun. Late winter and early spring mingle in the air giving an odd feeling of chill and warmth as the moon hangs above and basks the world with it's faint glow. This was all lost to Roderick however. His Beast raging against it's chains in concert with the raging storm inside of him. It took all of his mental discipline to not lash out at everything in sight. If one excuses the walk signal switch that was beaten into submission.
In the old soldier's mind, the woman's words kept playing out.
"I am certain dear Martha would love to have one of these."
That blind kindred with that smug confidence about her.
"I am most certain dear Martha would find the information highly useful."
The bitch who spoke Martha's name in such a casual and dismissive tone.
"I am certain we shall meet again."
I'll put that woman's head on a stake!
His bloodlust would have to wait as he rounded the corner to the Nox Populi. He gripped all of his emotions and balled them up as tightly as he could and pushed them deep down inside, doing his best to present a calm exterior. The words of his sire ring in his ear, The Sotoha are peace and calm. The sword that bends and trashes is the one that breaks. But the calm and still sword slices without a sound.
Easier said than done. Like always.. Miyako.
Though the doors and down the stairs, the bouncers don't even give him a second look. Around the corner and past the meeting rooms. He softened his steps when passing the Prince's door and came to a halt at the door to the office of the Herald. After insuring he was presentable, he rapped his knuckles on the door three times. "Roderick Pearson, requesting permission to enter."