[Sodium_noir] Hell is other people

[Mara Ravenclaw]

Montoya, Mara
vampiric duet
The Sinclair Mansion

>The Prince says nothing for a while, and Mara is left wondering if he knew about Guiness' bussiness being bought up. Something had caught him off guard certainly and he was co-alating. She even gets to wonder if it was her directness thathad given him pause, the man had a poker face like a vegas champion. Maybe it was just a way to get her off gaurd and nervous.

Mara studies the Prince's face, but gains no advantage from it.  His expression betrayed no trace of emotion, and even his reaction to her news is unreadable. Had he known, or had she sprang it on him?  She didn't know.    

>"I am fully aware" he says eventually. "Of the need for a Primogen to replace poor Arthur,"

Aware of that, but not of the looting, the utter disregard for the fallen Primogen's domain?  

>"I trust your Clan understand that I have not completely ignored the loss of your voice on my council."

Mara offers a small nod.  She had a feeling that most of the other Brujah probably didn't really care if they had a voice or not.  But they would care if the other Clans decided to expand their feeding grounds.
   
>"But you must admit, prospective replacements are a little thin on the ground!" he leans down and sniffs at a bouquette of lillies. His eyes close for a second as he savours what remains of thier scent.

Mara watches Montoya taking in the scent of the lilies.  She could actually smell their heady fragrance from her spot in the room, and the use of Auspex would only heighten the scent.  She did have to admit that the Prince had a point, the pool of prospective candidates was thin. Was she the only Brujah in Gotham that counted herself as a member of the Camarilla?  She wasn't really sure where Arkana stood, so it was a strong possibility.  

>"Your Clan has never been renown for its total immersion in the status qou Mara, especially in Gotham. Most Brujah looked to Hector as thier voice, and the rest are of the Dusk line and flaunt thier Autarkis staus like a badge. Most disrespectful at times." 

Mara smiles.  Brujah were never about the status quo, really.  She herself represented a departure from the more traditional sort of Brujah, back toward the Clan as it once was.  And oddly, she was on fairly good terms with both Hector and Dusk.     

>"Arthur was  a rare individual in your Clan, not entirely popular with the majority, he had enough of thier trust to walk the razors edge betwen them and the true Blue Camarilla types. Finding another member who can truly bring the Brujah case and yet still be worthy of the seat in my vision for the city is a tremendously difficult prospect." Finished with smelling the flowers, the Prince snaps their heads off one by one in a slow deliberate fashion. letting them fall to the table top.

Mara continues to speak to Montoya in Spanish, mindful that anyone could be listening to their conversation.  She watches him snap the heads of the flowers and realizes that he could easily do that to any Camarilla vampire he chose, including her. This called for caution; the use of words rather than gifts.  "Indeed it is, especially when the Clan in question is mostly unaware of your vision for Gotham."   

>"I could make the offer to the Clan and let them suggest a candidate, but that would make me appear weak and I'm sure you can see why I dislike such a proposition."

Mara nods politely.  "Weakness is nearly always ill-advised."  She says, refusing to change to English.  "Especially when the city in such a precarious position.  You could also simply choose a candidate, but by doing that, you risk the Clan's rejection of your choice, and the withdrawal of their favor."   

>"On the other hand, what Brujah would want to join my Primogen, to help me in my vision, and risk disfavour with the anarchs and the philosophers and the Rabal rousers? Who would be stout enough to ask for the position and still 'street' enough to be of use?" he smiled a cold smile.

Mara did not want to be blatant, but she felt that one possible answer was staring him in the face with her dark brown eyes.  "A difficult question, your majesty, but not without an answer.  For example, the city of Seattle plays host to both Camarilla and Anarch factions.  The Clan's Primogen employs another to act as a liason between the two groups."  

Mara pauses to regard the fallen flowers, then looks back to Montoya.  "And I am proud to say that Seattle's liason happens to be my Sire; or more precisely, the one that raised me as his Childe after my Embrace by an Anarch.  But I assume you already knew that."  That admission, she hoped would be enough of a statement of her possible fitness for the position.            

"Senor Montoya,"  Mara says, picking up one of the stems from the vase and twirling it in her fingers, "It would be unwise to let the position go unfilled for too long; the Sabbat might see it as a sign of weakness within the Ivory Tower...and the Anarchs a sign of further disenfranchisement."
  
[Got fire in your veins, burning hot, but you don't feel the TAG]

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



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