[Sodium_noir] Dusk Revisited

[Mara Ravenclaw]

Mara Ravenclaw, Zoë and Christophe Basarab, Leon Wolf
Brujah, Mortal
Dusk, Map room

Mara Ravenclaw, Leon Wolf
Brujah, Mortal
Dusk, Map room

Christophe: How are the Camarilla's investigations going?

Leon: They are not my Lord, it appears that they have stalled for now. The
three investigators are unable to work together with any coherence and
Crosby has gone as far as his resources will allow. I fear they may turn
from investigation to blame before sunrise.

Christophe: And you have taken steps to alleviate this?

Leon: I have done what I can My Lord. One of the Anubi will be able to
ascertain that Guinness was killed for his Computer access only and that
should free them up to focus on the other killings I hope.

Christophe: Keep a close eye on that situation my Vassal, the Camarilla are
in a vary precarious position right now, we do not want them to crumble
while the sabbat are so ready to strike. And, about that, any word?

Leon: I could find very little my Lord. There is indeed a new player in
town, some Priest and a roving Pack of warriors. I believe they have come to
test the Bishops resolve and his grip on the city. Santiago may well do as
you foresaw and commit greater troops tot he streets. There have been no
signs of that as yet, but if he is to prove his dominance, there is little
doubt it will be the mortals who suffer.

Christophe: We can only lesson the impact Mikhail, it is the lot of the
Human to suffer the predation of the Beast. And what of the Bishops favoured
one, the Templar?

Leon: Titus Bane and his pack are gathered at the Harlequins club my Lord,
meeting with their new vassals. He has stamped his presence on the
underworld of Chinatown with his usual firm hand, we shall wait and see what
result that draws.

Christophe: You have eyes in Chinatown still? The fall of the old Khan did
not damage your operation?

Leon: It did my Lord, there were many deaths as the Old Khan fell. But I
still have a presence in the borough and I will rebuild my network. Perhaps
I might be allowed to take one of the children and ...

Mara is glad that Zoe was not taking note of her expression. The things of which the two men spoke were not pleasant topics.  She had not been aware of other deaths besides that of Guiness. Or of the tenuousness of the Treaty, and here she'd been venturing into their territory.  

The Human bowed low and backed away towards the door. Christophe appeared
lost in thought for the moment.

"A most noble endeavour!" She says very matter of fact. "A worthy use of
your families money and influence, and of the gift you have been given. In
these days of commercialism and greed with the fires of faith extinguished,
such action by one of the Deathless is unusual."

Mara smiles at the compliment.  A worthy use, but also a necessary one.  "And I am an unusual Brujah.  I was Sired by an Anarch, but raised within the sanctity of the Camarilla."  

"Indeed sister" Christophe adds as he strides over. "But none of your
business really. You must forgive my Sister Mara, she has a head for data
and facts, for words rather than for people. A few centuries hidden in a
dusty library tends to atrophy the social skills a little."

She is amused at the bickering between the pair.  It was quite a novelty, for she herself had no siblings, and her mentor had yet to make another childe, and it was entirely likely that he never would, since the Prince of Seattle had not allowed the creation of a Childe since he had taken the throne.  

"Atrophy? And what word would you have used if this Book worm hadn't taught
you to read Christophe? A Shame you never stray outside of the shelves of
biographies and tactics."

"To each his Dharma!" Christophe takes a seat from another table and drags
it loudly towards them. "So ... Mara, tell me about your association with
Melcom. What's the story there?" His broad smile never falters. Zoë turns
her piercing gaze on their guest as well.

Mara considers her words for a moment then speaks.  "My association with Melcom is...an antagonistic one.  My father's family has worked for Melcom almost since their inception in Seattle.  My family, and now I hold a sizeable percentage of some of Melcom's stock.  My father died, and I was the last of the line, so Melcom wanted me to join them.  When I came of age, they offered me a scholarship to the college of my choice.  I refused.  When I graduated, they offered me a position in the company.  Again, I refused, and took a job elsewhere.  They didn't take kindly to that.  They found ways to make things difficult for me, but after about a year, they seemed to give up on me.  Until I opened LSS and declared war on them."   

[We all TAG in a yellow submarine]

"All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allen Poe

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