[Sodium_noir] Listen to the Night

[Spikey]

Titus, Mercia, a bunch of others
Lasombra, Tzimisce, differing clans
Pack haven

' Will I be happy when there's no more Camarilla, when there's just us?  HA!

' When I've crushed the Inconnu?  When I've beaten the blood form the 
antediluvians?  When everything's ordered? Not enough, not high enough.

Titus may not have meant for his answer to become so empassioned, but the Pack had noticed. The Knights had stoped thier training and turned to him.

' Maybe when I'm sitting on God's own throne and I've got that fucker right 
where I want him, down on his knees begging for mercy... when I fucking well 
get him... well, then maybe I'll rest, maybe go into some counselling about 
my anger issues....

' All things are stepping stones, this city, this coast, this particular 
facet of this Jyhad.  As a sect we don't aim high enough.  Too many of us 
are content to just piss our unlives up the fucking wall, playing at being 
wolves when really we're sheep.

The Braves had gathered closer now. Not immediate, but as near as they dare come. They listened to the words of the Templar with an odd look in thier eyes.

' I want to change that, Mercia, I want us to stop playing nice and start 
playing for fucking keeps.   We need something to get behind.  We need... we 
need a few good wolves.  You with me on this, Mercia?  You want to be one of 
my few good wolves?  Not for ourselves... not even for the fuckin sect... 
but for the very fucking world, 'cause I'm fucking damned if I'm going to 
let some geriatric old timers start waking up and taking it all away from 
us.

' But we don't start with fucking good will policies and loud speches and 
calls to arms.  We decide.  We decide here and now and then we go out there 
and we fuck up those who need to be fucked up, and we leave the rest to get 
on with things.  You with me on all these things?  Here and now, no 
bullshit, you behind me with what needs to be done?'

Mercia's flint eyes flashed from Titus to the Vampires on the roof tip. There was a deathly silence, but something passed between the youngBloods and thier mentor. Something unspoken but yet deeply meaningful. When he turned back he straightened, bringing himself to his full height.

"All the way to the Throne itself!" the Tzimisce answered simply. There was confirmation in his voice, something of an oath. Titus could see it repeated in the eyes of everyone gathered there. Even Warren, skulking near the doorway.

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