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Fickle fate had seen fit to have the exotic Obsidian sit next to Michael. Maybe there was a just god after all he thought ironically.
He stood after Mairsil introduced herself. "Michael Samuels of the Carthian Movement." he said before retaking his seat.
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Madison eyes Victoria as if she were a tasty meal as she stands and introduces herself. Then she watches the others stand as well and frowns when none of them state they were interested in being Whip.
What is wrong with the people in this city? She wonders. Those who have power either don't want it or don't know what to do with it and those who don't have any power are so gumptionless it's as if they just don't care.
She looks around the room again, making sure this is the meeting of the Ventrue and not the Daeva and she just happened to walk in the wrong door.
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Joseph stands. "I am Joseph Hartman of the Ordo Dracul. I present myself for the position of Whip within our clan." He bows slightly to his cousins and sits back down leaning back slightly in his chair. A show of confidence goes far further than words; though too much confidence and the powers that be will see a stake into your heart.
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Obsidian stands.
"I am Obsidian, Acolyte of the Circle of the Crone."
Obsidian sits back down.
Politics. Even in introductions, my cousins lay the foundations of their game.
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Asa watched and listened in irritation and disgust at those that would call themselves Lords. The Paladin, he could forgive for her duties to the Lancea et Sanctum. The new woman, Victoria, probably didn't want to make such a bold move so soon. The rest...
Amazing. To think that that a Kindred was almost Torpored the last time a Ventrue ascended... and now these... dishrags. Obsidian and Mairsil are surprising, unless Obsidian is too busy with the Circle. That walking embarrassment Michael... is not. I'm almost tempted to have his Blood verified. And Walter Emmet didn't even bother to show. This lack of... motivation and pride is... disgusting.
Behold, the Lords of Sacramento.
Lioni would have a fit if she knew what dared claim kinship with her, in her Asylum. Even Childe Antoinette was more deserving of the Ventrue name than half of these.
"Fine, you're Whip," Asa replied tersely to Joseph. "Frankly, I'm insulted that some of you claim to be Lords. There isn't a single one of you that holds a station of substance in the city or your Covenants, aside from the Paladin. Only one stood to be Whip?" Asa asked, a mixture of incredulity and disgust in his voice.
Asa stood, and walked to the door, pausing to speak to Joseph again. "You have your work cut out for you. You may call Olivette if you need something."
With that, and without farewell, he left the meeting.
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Joseph nods respectfully to Asa. "Thank yo..." His statement trails off as Asa continues. Joseph nods numbly when Asa addressed him again and then leaves.
There is a moment of silence in the wake of Asa's exit.
He looks at all of the Lords present. "It would appear that we do not carry ourselves to Asa's standards. And with him being the only Lord to my knowledge that is from the city prior to the Lost Nights means that his standards are the cities standards. The fact that he is the Prince won't make it any easier on us. So thoughts?"
There was a certain irony here. Joseph had stood up for the position on the belief that there would be better qualified Lords than himself for the position. Instead he finds himself in that position and feeling definitely under-qualified. ~at least this gauntlet didn't involve fire...unless I missed the fine print somewhere~
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Thoughts? Opinions? What was this? The Movement? whispered the Blood in his ears. He quieted his thoughts. He hadn't expected them to come so soon but the Prince's words had agitated the desires his Sire had cursed him with.
He didn't want position. It was the taint of what he tried not to be that was trying to influence him. He had to deny it. It seemed to be getting harder and more difficult the longer he stayed here though. How weak was that, that he couldn't stay on the path he wanted without the help of his Dam? He needed to fight it, otherwise he'd be betraying her.
He remained silent, not trusting himself to speak.
You were wise not to make a grasp for power, it is earned through experience...
Mairsil Petrov looked to Joseph.
...not handed out.
With Prince Asa Clarke gone, and the Whip addressing the assembled Kindred it was time for Mairsil to finally start earning. The mad flare in his eyes was present, and did not appear to be fading quickly as normal. He stood, still looking at Mr. Hartman.
"We are called the Lords for a reason. If we are to live up to Prince Clarke's standards then we need to live up to our name." The insanity in his eyes blazed brighter, only to vanish completely. "I suggest we announce what we are currently Lords over, and I shall go first. I run an independent architecture consulting business, and though this I am allowed intimate contact with most buildings in the city and through them the kine within."
The Russian Lord sits down, and waits to see if they would heed his request or ignore it.
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Obsidian hears Joseph's words of standards, but does no react.
Was Clarke handing out the title of Whip as Prince or as Priscus? Either way, we all must be new enough that the obvious choice is not clear. This Joseph Hartman, he presented himself for the position, but at first glance, he does not seem ready for what he sought. I will have to get to know him better.
After Mairsil speaks, she voices her own holdings.
"I oversee the Church of the Waters of Life, open to those who acknowledge divine powers of a pantheon. I am still relatively new to this city, but already, we are finding patrons among the citizens."
Mairsil Petrov. He seems to have the drive that Clarke was seeking. Why didn't he present himself as a candidate for the position of Whip? And unaligned? I must feel out where his sympathies lie.
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The man's actions at the meeting had convinced her that he was very important to the clan and he was likely the leader or acting leader in some capacity. This in itself peaked her curiosity why would such an important man hide it from her and refuse to even give his name? Was he testing me, or does he want to humiliate me publicly by hoping I'll trip up?
Ah, so my handsome stranger does have a name...Asa and he's the only old Ventrue left in the city? What is this Lost Nights?
Even as she was glad to have a name for her stranger she was greatly disappointed that she learned his name this way and not from the man himself; somehow it felt cheapened, and it was like she had lost some sort of intimate contest that just the two of them shared.
THE PRINCE!? Victoria just barely kept her mouth from hanging open in shock as Joseph mentioned the man's title. She glanced wide eyed to where Asa had been seated and then to the door that he had just left from before composing herself. Then something she said to Asa back in the club came back to her, something involving the important Lords of Sacramento and her thong.
Smooth Victoria real smooth, the Prince of the City's first meeting with you and he sees you standing around in your panties acting like a drunken high school cheerleader at a college frat party. OH GOD KILL ME NOW! I'm either completely and utterly fucked politically with the worst possible first impression, or made the best possible first impression. What kind of man is he? He sure didn't act interested when I practically hit him over the head with the fact that I was. He's too hard a person to read...but, if he was offended he would have made that known...or would he? So perhaps I'm at least entertaining, that's something I guess. I'll play along and see if there is anything I can glean from him before he finds out that I know.
She silently went over her political future while the others spoke. Apparently they were all introducing their skills and influence. I don't have time for this shit I could be crashing and burning as we speak and not even know it! Fine I'll play ball...
"Well I just arrived, but I work as a professional domme or a Dominatrix if you will. I belittle, humiliate, and torment clients emotionally and physically then get them to beg for more all the while paying me for the privilege." Victoria spoke cooly and calmly, as if she were discussing something as natural and as common as the four seasons or the weather.
Lets see how they react to them apples.
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