My fellow Kindred....

[Smoothie]

He shakes his head, "Nothing. However, we shall soon find out if our questions are answered or merely more questions are raised."

[Storyteller]

You're waiting for a few more minutes, by which time the idle chit-chat between has died down anyway, then everyone steadily goes quiet.

Why the hell does that always happen? Everyone going silent at the same time, seemingly spontaneously?

The grubby stage curtain parts slightly, and several figures emerge.

First is the Prince, clearly recognisable, and looking strong-resolved and steely. Following him are two figures, who you also recognise; the shady Nosferatu, Gus Elgin; Master of Elysium, and finally, Vidal's enforcer and close advisor, Philip Maldonato.

Vidal and Maldonato both wear well-cut, tailor suits, but Elgin looks more like a cultist, dressed in what could well be black robes, accompanied, strangely, by a black bowler hat.

What a lot

The Prince steps to the front of the stage, and begins his speech.

I'm going to do this in parts, partially to allow for continuous reaction to it, partially because i don't have the time to type it all out now.

"My fellow Kindred. As i'm sure the majority of you will be aware, last night saw an attempt on my 'life' and position. What you won't be aware of, however, is the facts of the event."

"The details of the attack are not important; needless to say, it failed. What are important are the motives, and perpetrators of it. A group of 4 kindred conspired in this, all from the same organistion in the city. I have spoken wit the head of this faction, which will, for now, remain unnamed, and detirmined that it was not an action arranged officially, just by the 4 kindred involved. Of them, 2 have already been caught, and are currently the guests of the Inquisition. 2 others remain at large, but shall for now remain anonymous."

[Smoothie]

Wic is paying attention to the Prince.

Anonymous? Guess that means no bloodhunt.

[Treyvon Johnson]

I wonder which organization Vidal's talking about. It's probably those voodoo freaks. Why else would he keep it anono- wait, I hope this isn't coming from the Savoy camp. I don't need the headache.

[Storyteller]

"As many of you will have guessed, this means that, for now at least, the safety of the organisation in general shall be assured, and, disappointing to many of you, i'm sure, there will be no blood hunt. The purpose of this meeting is to re-assure the more...edgy...members of our society, and to make sure that the...integrety, of our society is not jeopardised by the actions of a few."

"First of all, does anyone have any questions?"

You become aware of someone sitting behind you, which you hadn't noticed jp to now.

[Smoothie]

Wic almost chuckles, but it comes out as a single closed mouth "Hm." at the 'no bloodhunt' announcement.

This prince seems wise.

Becoming aware of the new lick sitting behind him.

Who's this?

He glances back, looks him up and down and gives him a slight nod, then turns back to the prince's speech.

[Can we get a physical description?]

[artman01]

Behind you sits a young man. He looks to be in his 20's with piercing green eyes, black shoulder length hair, a black shirt and pants with a black bikers jacket on and a pair of black shades hanging from his collar.

He sits with his arms crossed and his eyes constantly moving around the room and shows no sign of acknowledging your nod

[Treyvon Johnson]

I look at Wic from the corner of my eye as he 'hms' and suppress my own chuckle. Then I notice him noticing someone else and I take a quick look at the body behind us then turn back around, not impressed.

[Storyteller]

A thin, wiry kindred, sitting near the front, stands up, and adresses the Prince.

"What is to be done with those you already have?"

The Prince shifts his weight slightly, without looking uncomfortable. HE places his palms up, outstretched slightly. A cryptic little gesture indeed.

"For now, we are keeping an eye on them, shall we say. They may prove useful in aprehending the others. After that, well, it remains to be seen."

[Smoothie]

It is strange to be this far from the power.

Even after the fall, when I was running and hiding, I was not so far removed.

[artman01]

so the point of this little meeting was to tell us everthing is fine and to keep doing what were doing. why do people in charge always do that.

man i hope this night picks up soon. maybe ill hit the bar after this.

[Storyteller]

There is a brief period of silence.

"Excellent. I expect this matter to be resolved very soon, and i will call another meeting where more information can be given out."

"There is one further item of business this evening. Gus."

The sharp-toothed Nosferatu steps forward, his face mostly obscured.

"A group of hunters have reportedly been sighted in the city. I doubt they'll prove seriously competant, but be alert nonetheless. And of course, and masquerade breachs in this time will be seriously enforced. Thank you."

The Prince steps forward again.

"The next few nights may prove difficult for some, but i must ask for cooperation and tolerance. Thank you, and good night."

The troupe turn, and walk off stage.

[Treyvon Johnson]

I shake my head as they leave the stage. Finally I look at Jess and Wic.

"What a waste of time."

And status. And Vitae.

"I like how they add the hunter as an afterthought."

[Smoothie]

Wic pivots in his seat, bringing up one knee and turning to face Jessie and Trey, so he also gets the newcomer in his peripheral vision. He agrees with Trey, "Yes, the only part that may concern us. Though, I suppose we should be good little monsters and be happy things are not worse.

"So, what now?"

[Treyvon Johnson]

"Well being good monsters is a given. But I have a meeting tonight."

I give them a knowing glance.

"After that, we can hang out. Chill a bit."