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"I was always under the impression that was why you wanted me for the cotarie at all," Jack says, somewhat surprised. "In case some shovelhead, second inquisition, or other Camarilla f!+$wits tried to give your head and neck a permanent vacation from each other, you'd have some brute to back you up. If I misjudged, I'm touched."
"You do make a compelling argument," Jack admits. "Perhaps it would be of some use. And if I'm very lucky, I might get to flex my muscles a little bit." He glances around the room. "What do you all think?"
Jack shrugs. "Jackson, Capone, they're the same at their core really. I don't favor either being in a position of power really. I expect we've already done enough to be worthy of a staking in our new Prince's eyes." Jack spreads his hands helplessly. "You may have noticed I don't talk about my sire very often. We did not part on good terms. I'm not sure that I'd be on good terms with another family member going back another 3 generations. We tend to be stuffy about these things." He sighs, an impressive feat for someone who has to sometimes remind himself to breathe. "Still, if it's a useful line to pursue, I won't put my own desires over the need of the coterie."
Jack shrugs. "I never knew him. You want a stuffy, classic type Ventrue back in the picture?"
I'll take a look at v20 and thaumaturgy.
If it wasn't all Tremere, I'd be down! But all their spooky spells makes my head hurt...
"It has been a long time since I demonstrated my particular form of mastery. Too long have I labored playing their game while those like Bret Stryker laugh at us. Let them try my game for a time, see how they fair." The Ventrue looks almost like a warlord of old for a second, channeling something of the Golden Horde. Then it passes. "Hold on, did the Primogen imply that my great grandsire is still amongst the undead? I had been lead to believe that Capone had died. At the hands of our current Prince."
"I'd like to be more involved. It's been a long while since I did something that got my blood pumping."
"Yes," Jack agrees, "We should probably be on the lookout for people staking us in our sleep. I believe that using inquisitors as proxies is a practice older than the kindred we just spoke with." he mutters.
Hey! Sorry about the delay in getting back to you. I've had the flu these past few weeks, and things have been a bit... rough. I'm still hopped up on Dayquil most days, and the really lucid moments have been few and far between, but I'm starting to feel a bit better now. I'll see what I can do to catch up, and I'm so sorry about my absence! I hope that you'll keep me on, but I understand if you can't!
"Jack of Clan Ventrue, descendant of Lodin. Very large boots left behind, with the death of my great to the 6th degree grandisre, I feel now more than ever it is essential to learn all I can about the current... well currents of the city."
Gimmie the hard sales pitch why dontcha? Nah, I already knew what I was signing up for, a s*~$show of epic proportions, but still sad.
I get the worst of both worlds! Going for a masters in education, so the work hours will be awful, and I don't get paid properly!
Good luck on grad school applications! I'm about to submit my own barrage of them very soon myself...
"After Edwin," Jack says, making way for the older vampire.
"Agreed. Let us not keep an important Elder waiting."
"Yes," Jack agrees. "A bit too carried away perhaps. Still, what's done is done. We should seek out out new thralls at some point to continue the process of the bond."
"Is he old Brujah, or new night Brujah? If he's new, I'll talk to him. If he's old, Edwin should... even if all old folks hate Tremere."
"I don't like this whole thing. It feels like a set up, or that we're getting put in a lose-lose. I'd prefer to knock some heads together like coconuts, but that will come in time. We probably should tell Maxwell about it, eventually. Maybe not this week, but next week after we get some more information?"
"Calliope and I blood-bonded a couple of mortals last night. I figured we need a few more pawns of our own. Anything to take some of the pressure off of us." Jack is sounding more like a traditional Ventrue with that. "What's our next move then? I don't have anything against Lasombra. They're strong. I like that. If I wasn't Ventrue, I wouldn't mind too much if I was Lasombra instead. Or some of the Hecata. Don't like Mateo very much though. Too erratic. I know he's your sire Calliope, but can we trust him? I'm not so sure."
"Yes," Jack says simply. "Let's." He heads up the stairs.
"Yes, Edwin. I'll defer to his wisdom on if we should stick closer together from now on." Jack says flatly.
"Was worried. Mateo can be violent at times. And we're in deep s*$* now. Coup d'etat and all that."
Sighing, Jack decides to leave without buying anything, or biting anyone. He quickly sends out a text that reads, "I'm outside at the local Walgreens."
Walgreens:
Jack: Jack is hungry again... always hungry. He takes a bag of food off the shelf and holds it up, as if to read it. What he's actually doing is looking for cameras... and any blind spots they might have.
Walgreens: Jack spends some time wandering around the Walgreens, spending a particularly long time in the food aisle, looking at what he can no longer eat.
Happy to continue as is, but if you think we need the extra social muscle, let us know! I'm not objectionable to adding someone else, but it's not my go-to either.
Jack:
I'll be on standby. Text immediately if you need us.
Want me to shadow you for the evening?
Delia's blood didn't seem particularly filling to Jack. A real pity, considering all he had done. His head was pounding, like a bad hangover. Compulsion residue?[i] he thought to himself. In any case, he was not feeling at his best, and would prefer to put the events of last night out of mind for the time being. A problem for later Jack. He sends of a message to the group channel with Calliope and Edwin, [i]Plans for tonight? Got a lot to discuss on what to do. Also need another scran, but I'll put it off for a bit.
Ditto to what Calliope said. I certainly won't say no to proffered XP though!7/dot*lvl for out of clan discipline, right? So I'm gonna sit on this 8 for a while until I get 6 more to level up either potence or protein. I know that we haven't done any fighting, and it may in fact stay that way, but Jack would keep up with his martial skills. Side note, I think Jack and Calliope compliment each other quite well!
"Quite." Jack seems tired as well. "Thank you for being here tonight." He leaves it at that.
Perusal seems to indicate that there are blood bonds without making ghouls? I'm a bit worried about the XP cost, we don't get a lot of it! See my comments in gameplay.
"Other Ventrue I've talked to say you've only got to refresh it once a month or so after the first few days. Plus, between the two of us, we can give them both parts of dominate." Jack shrugs. "It's up to you of course."
"He's a problem," Jack says, gesturing at Tyler. "I was thinking of blood bonding him so that we wouldn't have as much problem feeding from them in the future. Plus they could do errands for us, which could be helpful." He sighs. "Why don't you bond him, and I'll get her?"
"Forget," Jack says to Delia, hitting her with a cloud memory. He looks at the dazed Delia hungrily, but stops himself. The rush of needing to be in charge was beginning to wear off, and he had the good sense to realize Calliope had helped him out. "Which one do you want?" he asks, in way of thanks.
Jack takes a step forward so his face is obscured from the rest of his group. His eyes flash red. "I said," he says punctuating his words by dragging his fingers along the wall, leaving light grooved trails behind, "Scram."
Jack hits the wall. Loudly. "Piss off," he tells the current inhabitants.
Ah, it's all good. Had a few months to process it. Probably should have contested it, since they sent me an acceptance email, and then 3 minutes later sent a rejection email, which was pretty uncool. Ideally, I'd be teaching highschool history/social studies, but hey! Beggars can't be choosers. Thanks for the best wishes! Good luck proctoring those tests, those always seemed miserable for the teachers who had to pretend to pay attention to the students.
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