Haunt Meeting

[Dean]

"This is ridiculous. End this." Anton grimaced.

"I'd like to remind you, Miss Lawrence, that Dirge is not 'Boss of the Nosferatu', she is the Priscus. This means that she serves our interests and our image. One duty of the Whip is to give the Priscus the ugly, unvarnished truth..."

He peers contemptuously at Dirge.

"... and driving a truck through an alley over our prey? You've been tasked with this problem for two years, yes? And this is the best you can do? Idiocy. The margin for error, the fallout ... Truly foolish. I won't allow it.

"Ground wars have been fought and lost. Requiems have been lost this way. Appeals to our 'might' are difficult to take seriously, coming from somebody so unfamiliar with the problem, Miss Lawrence. Ask the Savage Priscus."

Anton grasped his cellphone, looking around the room with hard eyes.

"This is proving to be a matter of vanity for the clan. I've decided to bring this to the City and organise a real solution. Perhaps this won't end with the mounted head of the Reverend above the figurative mantlepiece of our clan, but neither will it end in another travesty."

[Yog-Sothoth]

A small chuckled started forming as the others started to speak and insulted her and reacted indignantly to her suggestion. As they spoke the chuckle turned into a small laugh and continued increasing in volume until when they were finished she was laughing loudly and openly. If she were still living and had her sight tears would be forming in the corners of her eyes. After a few moments she stopped her laughter and turned to the two Lance members and spoke amusement still coloring her reply.

"I suppose it was too much to hope for that you were actually interested in discussing anything intelligently or offering alternatives of your own like I requested when I asked for everyone's opinion here regarding the one option I presented. If you have no interest in working with me in a civil and constructive manner very well I have means at my disposal."

She stood up and clutched her cane, making sure cerberus stood with her. The amusement gone from her voice as she addressed Anton.

"Now, I kicked your ass once before. So it would behoove you to remember your place when speaking to me as I have little interest in starting another conflict over something so trivial and meaningless in the grand scheme of things simply because of ideological differences. You will not do anything or attempt to sidestep my authority by bringing the city into this. It is my place to turn to the city for aid which I plan to do."

Turning to Sidor she continued, "It is easy to call someone a coward when you stood silently at the last court and didn't participate. Now tell me because I'm not certain I was too busy winning every duel I was in to notice at the time, including against gangrel claws, but did you not participate because of a cowardly soul or were you simply waiting for permission from your covenant?"

"You all wanted me as your Priscus and by god that's what you're going to get. The whip's job is to work for the Priscus and rally the clan into action behind his priscus, you would know this if you learned anything during political education, assuming you are an educated man that is. If you are unable to do that job or to provide respectful and civil feedback then perhaps you are unfit for the job."

[Dean]

"You have have no authority here, Priscus" Anton answered in a cold rage. "If you don't understand that then perhaps you are unfit for the job. You are a clan figurehead. A position you've gained more or less by default. Whereas I ... I am a Deputy of Sacramento, handpicked by its Sovereign. And I have decided to make this a City matter - since your proposal is utterly inadequate, not to mention a potential wound to the Traditions which bind us; the Traditions which I have been charged with protecting. You have no rank to pull here. As for invoking an ideological difference, please... you insult all of us with that smokescreen, nobody has brought up ideology this night. Rattle sabres somewhere else. I will not compromise City efforts towards resolving this interminable problem. Not for my own pride and certainly not for yours.

[Yog-Sothoth]

"I see," Dirge said simply before turning to address everyone.

"I believe the clan meeting has accomplished all it will this evening and I would like to thank you all for attending. As the clan priscus I declare the meeting offically over pending the resolution of the challange to my authority as Priscus. I will be calling for another clan meeting when this is resolved to continue the discussion and get feed back to form a workable plan for this ambush."

She turned back to Anton waiting to see his next move and to wait for the others to comply.

[Dean]

When Anton leaves, he wastes no words, tossing the room key onto the table. His face is locked into a frowning rictus, tight enough that he imagines his face cracking, crumbling to the ground like a shattered mask. He tries to focus. Dirge's rambling delusions of grandeur were a tiny thing next to what his duties demanded. He finds his thrall at the location they'd agreed upon and heads to Avalon.

[Brenn Lawrence]

With Anton gone, Brenn had nothing to fear. Bolting upright from her chair she glares at Sidor, her fall of hair swept back, leaving her twisted mouth and gash of a lip bared in a twisted snarl. Sidor had just pushed the wrong button, he was challenging HER faith now.

"PAWN? Says the slave to the blind following of a cruel god! You are nothing more than a parody of blasphemy to true Christianity IF I am a pawn. I am NO beings servant! You may act intelligent and frosty but as it is now you're nothing more than a speck of spite taken form. I defend the Priscus because your ideas are fucking shit, not because of obligation. SO YOU REMEMBER THAT!"