"I mock you not, Child of the Morrigan." Alice says feeling like she was on the set of Game of Thrones. "My appearance and bearing is not all that the Gods and Goddesses have laid upon my shoulders." Her Nosferatu affliction made sure nothing she did was seen as sincere, and that she looked like a Doll who's strings could be pulled, but she was born this bone-white, and that, Alice realized that the first trial the Gods had placed before her.
The owls' call punctuated the proclamation the Stormcrow had made, and the words reverberate through the Haunt and Alice slowly, tentatively begins realizes that there might be truth in them. Perhaps all of her failures was what was keeping the Circle from flourishing. Might other Acolytes have heard of poor pitiful Alice Hart and the complete and total hash she's made of the Circe in Sacramento.
"I do not trust you. A chance meeting, even one with the touch of the divine, dose not trust make." The sounds of Scylla biting - no, tearing into her wrist and letting the precious vitae spill echos loudly within the Pale Wraith's ears. "You will on the first of the month go to the Nox Populi nightclub and present yourself for Acknowledgement, but if you wish to find succor within these borders you will do this regardless.
"No, my task to you. Is one we will undertake together. To build trust, we will learn each other, and work together. First you will need context, and knowledge of me." Even if by the end of if Alice didn't know if Scylla would still willingly call her High Priestess...Alice wasn't even sure if she was worthy enough to be call thus. "During the last Summer Solstice the Brood attacked our place of Worship with Fire and Fear. The Rite was completed, but soon after every other Acolyte abandoned the city. I was terrified, and was poised to abandon my tentative steps towards embracing the Crone in all her guises, but then my Blood thickened and my eyes..." Alice pulls her amethyst sunglasses from their perch and opens her eyes, pointing the sockets towards the knelling Kindred. "fell to ash. It was then I realized that it was for a reason, that I had purpose. I left Sacramento to find a cult that would accept my presence and initiate me. Eventually I did, they doubted my faith, but mine was not to be shaken. No matter what they did to my flesh, I endured. I returned to Sacramento and since, have proudly called myself Acolyte."
Alice take a moment in the stillness of the night to center herself, and order her thoughts into a proper and frankly not lamely said way.
"Since returning, I have hunted the Brood. I have killed one of their number and have secured two more. A willing blaspheming worshiper, and....a soul driven to madness. Once a proud member of the Domain, now twisted and used as a puppet for the Brood to worship. That success I might have, is paltry. We have no temple, and the grounds that once observed our worship are a scarred and charred ruin. My task to you, that we will undertake together is to right this wrong.
"We will rebuild, build a Circle greater then Sacramento has ever known! A true phoenix rising from the ashes!"
Alice's words raise up and abruptly fall, their loudness aching within Alice's ears, but still Alice doesn't move as she awaits the Stormcrow's judgement.