A Diversion

[Storyteller]

"I think thats quite a sage approach. It's too dangerous to be unaligned in the current political climate, and the result of recent events still remain to be seen, unless you've got a pretty strong position in other areas. Did you have any particular faction in mind?"

[Smoothie]

He leans in and speaks quietly, "Well, I will shy away from the political factions. I've had enough of that sort of thing back when I drew breath and for a time after.

"I guess I don't know enough about the Lanea Sanctum to say for sure, but my initial response to them is caution.

"I knew some Dragons before. I appreciate their views and ultimately I think that is where I belong. However, I am awfully curious about the Circle of the Crone's Sorcery."

He looks to Sundown's response with interest.

[Storyteller]

"The Sanctum are certainly the most prominant Covenant, and probably the most politically involved, therefore. The Dragons are pretty covert. There aren't many, and they're all highly low profile. Doesn't mean they don't have power though. The Crone are someone in the middle; they have a decent following, but don't pack masses of political clout. The Invictus and Carthians are pretty level with the Crones."

[Smoothie]

Wic nods. "I appreciate your time. Drawing an exception for the topics, it nearly felt like a conversation between real living people." He grins a bit too broadly at this.

He scans the room again and scoots to the edge of the stool, obviously preparing to wander into the crowd, but still allowing Sundown the opportunity to speak.

[Storyteller]

You are hereby awarded 5 XP (a mix of plot and RP)

"Well, i'd best get on, got some more people to sort out. Have a good one."

You scan the crowd. Most of the tables have 3 or 4 kindred on them. 2 have just one on their own, and another has a pair, talking intensely on opposite sides of the table.

[Smoothie]

He nods to Sundown, "May your requiem be a long one."

He wanders over to the tables looking for a friendly, or at least neutral, opening or reception with which to take a seat.

[Storyteller]

You eventually settle on a table of 3 - one with a horrible, disfigured face - looks like it was all burnt off, who wears a grey hoodie. Another, younger looking, on his left, has a fairly small, almost squashed, face, and wears a white, shirt, with an employee badge clipped to it, like the kind you get in convenience stores, or McDonalds. The name on it reads "Rupert". He spots you looking at it, and whips it off his shirt, tucking it away beneath the table, but doesn't look angry or bothered with you. The third kindred is smoking, for some reason, and wears a t-shirt. She is the quite striking, but far from pretty in a classical way, but there is something about her which strikes you.

You stand there for a moment, taking them all in, and the guy with the face waves an arm at the empty space.

"Sit down friend, and join us. We were just discussing the latest news i'm sure you've heard about."

He puts particular emphasis on that word, you can guess why.

[Smoothie]

Victor smiles his too-wide smile, not reining it in like he normally does showing nearly all his teeth (his only nosferatu disfigurement) and sits down. "Thank you. Yes, I have heard. I am Victor, or Wic if you prefer."

[Storyteller]

"Hey, no kidding, i'm Viktor. You'll remember me, i'm not an easy face to forget. This is Alex" he indicates the guy who wore the badge, who nods to you "and Marla." The woman looks at you, but doesn't acknowledge.

"So, whats your take on recent, uh, events? What've you heard?"

[Smoothie]

Wic gives her his big smile, then answers, "I haven't heard much. Just that an unsuccessful attempt was made on the Prince. I've yet to form any opinions, but this could get ugly," he pauses a moment, "Depending on if the conspirators are caught quickly or not, this could justify retaliation. I just don't want to become colateral damage in someone else's war."

[Storyteller]

Face: "I don't think you need worry friend, from what i've seen in the past, Vidal's rational enough to turn this into a witchhunt. But, well, anyone close to those involved will probably be treated pretty severely. Who're you with anyway?"

[Smoothie]

"Judging by your appearance, we are cousin, but I am currently unaffiliated with any organization. However, that is mostly due to the fact that I have not been here long and the right oportunity has not yet presented itself. What of yourselves?"

[Storyteller]

"Yeah, Nos is the way." He returns a rogueish, and rather disconcerting, grin.

"As for covenant, well, i'm with the Lance."

You get the slight flash that something isn't quite right with what he says. You can't quite pin it down, but you're not entirely satisfied with his answer. Not that you show it of course.

Alex: "The Carthian movement in the city isn't greatly supported at the moment, but nonetheless, i'd advise you to consider joining us, things are bound to change, after all, given time."

You look to Marla, expecting a response, but, as she has been so far, she remains silent, but continues to regard you. Somewhat...disconcerting. You haven't felt this creeped out in a while.

[Smoothie]

"Mmm..." Wic considers this for a few moments, then turns his attention to Marla. "Do you have anything to add, Miss? I would like to hear it, if you have anything to say on this matter." He gestures expressively with his hands as he speaks.

[Storyteller]

She stares at you for what seems like an unnaturally long time, appraisingly as ever, before replying, her voice a quiet, but harsh sound.

"I'm what you might call 'loosely' affiliated with the Lance. That's the Lancea Sanctum, if you weren't aware, but i'm sure you were."