Gangrel Family Meeting

[Alessandra]

And then it was over. Mable had won. With a fucking candlestick. Which was just sad, they were Savages. This was one of the worst displays she had ever seen.

An eyebrow was raised as Atticus referred to Dirt Nap as Whip, was he not backing Mable as Priscus anymore? Might be a talk worth having at some point.

Seemed Atticus was done with the whole mess, and she couldn’t blame him. Garrett had made some excellent points, and Mable was, well, Mable. She could have thrown her voice behind Garrett, but to her, if he couldn’t win it on his own, did he deserve it? Same with Mable, would she had been able to hold the position without Dirt Nap’s help? It was a question she didn’t like.

“This has been a long night, and I think it deserves a whole damn bottle of Gin.” Sounded good right about now. Looking to Garrett, “You made some excellent and sound points, I’d like to sit down with you at some point.” He probably didn’t want to talk, but she did. The passion he spoke with couldn’t be ignored, and she wanted to hear more.

A nod was offered to Mable and Dirt Nap, and her and Cain walk out.

Ale leaves the scene and will not be stopped.

[Garrett Prosper]

Prosper remains silent, nodding as he stares at the wall as the other two Savages offer him a drink. His assessment had been ignored, and had come to fruition. His fellow Supplicant had managed to accidentally pull further respect from the woman he looked up to by shielding her from a simple debate. Atticus calling Dirt Nap Whip was yet another overstep of Mable's authority. He might as well have spat on the floor of her 'temple'.

Garrett tenses, reconsidering using Caine for a flicker of instinctual panic. However, a retaliation does not come. No claws are out, no one is getting torn.

As they exit, the anxiety is overwhelming: the two individuals that had asserted themselves as his backup were no longer present. The usual mental protections torn down with the stress of confronting someone more potent threatening to brain him. You are going to die if you stay here. You don't have any allies, his Beast hisses.

"Guten Abend," he manages, forgetting English in the static. He skirts out behind the shadow of the others, unable to make eye contact with Mable with his goodbyes and unable to wait for permission.

Prosper has been cowed as per 0 Nerve, if Mable Wood wishes to stop him he will listen to her but otherwise attempts to flee due to the combat being Intimidation focused. If he is not stopped, Prosper leaves the scene.

[Dirt Nap]

Dirt Nap is silent as Atticus leaves. He nods in return, "Your Grace." he says as the Prince Alessandra Antinori leaves.

Dirt Nap watches Garrett Prosper with a blank expression as he goes.

He waits for the Priscus, Mable Wood to end the meeting or continue, not willing to just walk out without her actually dismissing him.

[Mable Wood]

Mable stood stunned, it was not how she saw the night going. Atticus's parting words were a blow. She watched him leave. "Your grace," she said as Ale left.

"Mr. Prosper, we need to talk. Later. You have given me a lot to think about." She watched him leave.

To Dirt Nap. "Thank you for the support. Have a good evening." Mable just needed some time alone now.