[Sodium_noir] Dusk Revisited

[Mara Ravenclaw]

Mara Ravenclaw, Zoë and Christophe Basarab
Brujah
Dusk, Map room

>  "Melcom like to maintain their links to bloodlines!" Christophe
replied thoughtfully. "The sins of the Father .."

".. afflict unto the seventh generation!" Zoë finished for him.
"or  several,  depending  on which version you read. But Melcom
have  always  played  the long game. It wouldn't surprise me if
they  had  their  hooks  in  your  family  even longer than you
real;ise  Mara,  under  a  different name and through different
means."

Mara nods at the Biblical reference.  Having spent some time digging through the family archives, she did have some idea.  The Rothchilds were bankers in Germany, practically royal, and they had risen to a position of power quite quickly.  Perhaps too quickly.  

>"But  the  past  is  done, it cannot be changed. The future can be."  Christophe's  tone had become less jovial as he spoke. He takes  a  seat  properly  and  leans forward a little. "Getting yourself embraced  will  have really messed with their schemes, which  is  always good, but after all the work they've put into you Mara, they won't just give up. Even if you hadn't chosen to
fight Melcom, you'd have been enmeshed in their schemes anyway.  Kinda lucky for you then that you found us!"

"I planned to be Embraced about as much as I planned to work for Melcom."  There is an underlying note of bitterness in her tone.  Then again, a good Bible scholar would know that her first name meant bitter.  She smiles at the pair. Luck had nothing to do with her finding them.  They had found her.  Brought her here.  

>"Luck  has  no  quantifiable  measure  brother! The patterns of
coincidence  may  be  hidden  from  view, but they still exist.
Considering  how  long  you spent whoring and gambling with our
Sganzy  I  thought  you  might  have learnt that." She turns to
Mara,  her face as ever as stern as a classical sculpture. "You
clashed  with the Mayor recently Mara, over a church. Tell me a
little of that."

Mara looks at both of them, and folds her arms.  "Well, the City is undertaking a harassment campaign against St. Bridget's in Cardboard City.  Various and sundry small annoyances in hopes of keeping it from operating as a shelter and ministering to their parishoners.  I filed a cease and desist order against the City.  The Mayor, of course, tries to downplay it, calling me an opportunist.  If it doesn't stop, then I will escalate the battle."  

She ponders a moment.  "I do not make it a point to turn away from a righteous cause, even when puppies frequent it."  She wonders if they would catch the vulgar reference to the Werewolves, but if they give her a blank look, she would offer the proper term to them.   

"So, I would like to thank you for the polite Summons." She leaves out the fact that they could probably have just as easily given her an impolite one.  "And did you like the flowers, Zoe?"  

[To TAG, the impossible TAG]

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

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