(1411) Mekhet Clan

[Chris Wooding]

'Thank you Priscus, I'm glad to be here.' So far the pleasantries of the meeting. Now to business: a Whip. Not a new Priscus. Chris has no interest in the position, he has enough on his plate. And going from former Priscus to Whip is just awkward.

That said, he can still act like one.

'Well, Mr Regan is it? I may not have been present in the city at that time, but I've been here long enough to know that changing the Priscus has become a bad habit of Clan Mekhet. It's not good for our reputation, and as you can see, one of our most esteemed family members doesn't even bother showing up anymore.' It doesn't sound like he's blaming Erika. 'So either you don't care about that, or you really think that Priscus Sage has been neglecting her responsibilities. In any way, your claim would have been far more impressive if you just organized a meeting yourself. You could have even let the Harpy spread the message, I'm sure she would have been glad to.' Enough people heard the bitch fight at Court.

'But five months later, the Domain still stands, and I understand you have done nothing but wait for someone else to step up? Truly urgent then? Now we're all here to talk anyway.' He shrugs, and then he smiles nicely at everyone. They should feel free to continue, Chris is not going to make himself a Whip candidate, and he has nothing more to say. He just felt the need to make clear that he supports Daniella. New arrivals shouldn't get the wrong impression of their Priscus at the first meeting already.

[Max Heinz]

As the conversation progresses, the slight smile Max had worn at the beginning of the meeting slowly fades. At first it diminishes to a look of neutral indifference. As the talk of Whips and political wranglings and deflections continue, however, it soon takes on a definite scowl.

The Dragon had learned early in his Requiem that everyone wore a mask. Some wore it to cover weakness. Some wore it to cover pain. Most wore it to conceal the monsters they had become. But whatever the reason, everyone wore a mask. And if you could break past that facade, you could see what truly lay beneath.

And Max prided himself on his ability to maintain his outer persona. It took quite a bit of bullshit to break through the easy-going, affable personality he presented to the world. It took even more to get an honest, emotional reaction out of the Mekhet. And right now? The bullshit was being carted in to the room by the cubic meter...

Finally, the dam breaks; and Max throws his hands up in absolute disgust. "Oh for fuck's sake. That's it, I'm done.

First off, let's cut this bullshit about needing a Whip. At this point, we don't even need a fucking Priscus. Why? Because we aren't a united Family. Hell, we aren't even a Clan. The only connection we all share is a great-great-to-fucking-infinity-grandsire somewhere, millennia ago. We're as related as a Welshman and an Aboriginal. And it's been that way since I first to this city; which was a hell of a lot longer than anyone else here tonight.

Now, as for whatever the fuck this is...",Max pauses a moment to point fingers at both Regan and Sage,"Allow me to try and explain. Several months ago, one of the Mekhet in the city, Aileen McFarlane, was murdered. How did this happen? Why did this happen? Who killed her? All very good questions, and I'd love to tell you all the answers. But here's the problem. I can't.

I.

Fucking.

Can't.

And why is that? It's the same reason we aren't a Clan. No one fucking talks to each other. Not the members of her Clan gathered here tonight. Not the member of the Ordo Dracul, of which she was a member. Not even the people who where there that night. Not one single-fucking-one of them has explained a GOD. DAMN. THING.

At this point, we aren't even Kindred anymore. We're fucking squirrels; guarding our precious little secrets. Coveting them, hiding them, storing them away where all the other Mekhet can't find them. Here's the problem: Lately, the universe has been replacing these delicious little nuggets with walnut-shaped packages of C4. And they've been blowing up all over the whole fucking city.

We have had Kindred meeting Final Death. We have had open attacks on the city's Covenants. We have, at this very moment, a subversive outside influence in the heart of the city; and no one has said a GOD. DAMN. THING.

Now, if you all want to keep playing kingmakers and nominating Whips and questioning Prisci, be my guest. I'll excuse myself and you can all play politics while the whole fucking city comes crashing down on top of us. Otherwise, I suggest we cut the political bullshit and start figuring out what the fuck is going on while we still have time..."

Somewhere in the middle of his rant, the thin Mekhet had stood up out of his chair; and his fangs had distended, likewise unnoticed. His anger and frustration finally vented, Max collapses back into his chair; looking to the other Kindred and awaiting their response.



Nice speech. You do realize we're probably dead now, right?
Ehh, it was worth it...

[West]

I'd like to make an OOC statement here that Team Crimson asked Daniella Sage to name a whip, so there wouldn't be a leadership vacuum (Acknowledgments, etc) in case of an absence. So, please temper IC judgment with OOC understanding on this small point

[Daniella Sage]

At Max’s outburst, she places her hands on the table and stands, having reached her limit.

“First of Mr. Regan, if you are finished with the smear campaign,” she replies, “You did mention wanting the Family to meet again to address a matter. But you did not call me to let me know the severity of the matter, nor the urgency. Was five months too long to wait for a meeting, yes. But in all fairness, I cannot know how important a matter is to you, or anyone else here if no one uses their words to express it.”

Her eyes then move to Max, “I agree with you Mr. Heinz, we need to be united as a Family. And that was one of my goals, which I mentioned, when I became Priscus. I want to unite us, I want us to come together as a Family and work together. But we cannot do that with finger pointing or placing blame on others.”

Her tone then softens, “The loss of Miss McFarlane was a painful blow to our Family and the Domain as a whole. She was a valued member of both, and I too, would like answers. But, like you have pointed out, it is hard to gather answers when no one talks or shares information on what is going on. The only information I have on what happened was that she was looking into something for the Domain. What I would like to see happen is that anyone with knowledge and information on any matters share it and we work as a Family with the Reeve’s office to bring down whomever brought our Cousin her Final Death to justice.” There was an edge to her voice.

“Second, I did not know there had been any attacks on the city’s Covenants. With this now known, I would like to offer my assistance to get it addressed.” Her words were sincere, and she slowly lowers herself back into her chair.

“With that being said, those of you with details about either the loss of our dear Cousin, or the attacks on the Covenants are expected to step forward and share. We are a Family known for keeping secrets, and like Mr. Heinz said, keeping those secrets is causing more harm than good. We cannot work as a team or a Family if we are not open with each other. And it stops,” eyes move to each present, “tonight. A Family divided cannot survive or succeed.” Her tone was soft. “Now, lets figure this out.”

[Cabochard]

As Max spoke, Rina began to positively vibrate with rage. How dare this little, insignificant shite of a thing violate the meeting like that? It was bad enough that people were interrupting what had already been established as an itinerary for insignificant mud-slinging, but for one to get in the way of things happening simply because he wanted to complain about things that had already happened? Did he think the meeting existed so he could voice his complaints in the middle of actual things happening? There was a time for that, set aside, at the end. Or there should be in. In either case, the discussion about the selection of a Whip was the furthest moment from it.

Rina glared at Max, barely restraining herself from lashing out and jumping across the table to tear him apart for his crimes against the principles of Order that had been set up ages before, in a time he could probably only conceptualize about. But, she considered the ramifications of lashing out. Especially now, that the Priscus had decided to be calm and not beat the rebel into submission. A mistake. Rebellion and dissent had to be squashed before it could fester and act. It was Ruling a Group Rule #1, from what Rina remembered. But they had to show a unified front, as little as the Asp wanted to. She carefully bottled up her hate, saving it for a later time, when she could let it out without herself violating Order. Instead, she turned to Daniella nodding in agreement with her, and held her tongue. If she opened her mouth, she was sure, her anger would spill out and she wouldn't be able to stop it. Better to stay silent.

[Wod.Infant]

The Mexican woman had posed a question…

It remained unanswered amidst the commotion that ensued. The young looking Shadow waited patiently, her eyes were looking to the thin line of vanilla scented smoke that came out of her e-cigarette, apparently lost in thought, or maybe trying to avoid making others notice her growing exasperation.

She had to be acknowledged by the Priscus, no matter how irrelevant for her Requiem the current discussion was, no matter how weak her Priscus came across…

But when Max Heinz fangs distended there was a silent change in attitude. Gray eyes scanned the surroundings in a split second, the cylinder shape in her hand was now held in a slightly different way. She focused on the man, not on his words or on his message, just on his hands, his eyes, his mouth, his movements. Waiting for any telltale sign of wassail, of violence. She would react.

When he stopped the eyes moved to the rest, maybe one of the others would initiate violence?

”Shit!” She muttered between teeth.

Madre I just want to get acknowledged!