[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[Spikey]

The Harlequin, Giger, Greenville
Ravnos host, Tremere Apprentices
The Harlequin's 

Giger watches as the Harlequin meets his eyes.  Even so, he does not avert his.  Giger smiles and bows his head for a moment, acknowledging respect of the vampire's Domain.  

He then turns to Elizabeth.  

Noticing his gaze upon her, Elizabeth turns her eyes
to him, though her query goes unspoken.  It were not
her place to speak before one that were ranked above
her.  

The Harlequin turns his attentions fully upon the Tremere. These two were only the pawns of the Chantry, little more than Ghouls really with thier pathetic system of rules and hierarchies. But they still served as a stark reminder that the Tremere had returned to Gotham in large numbers. A reminder that victory is always fleeting and impermanent.

Now they would entrench themselves in the city, worming thier way into the pockets and favours that fed the city. Becoming invaluable to the Prince. Making things difficult for the Ravnos. If that half dammed fool on the motorbike could keep himself alive long enough he'd be a great resiurce. So full of hate and wrath, so consumed by his desires to destroy. A perfect opening gambit o throw at the Tremere.

The three years they had been all but absent from Gotham had been a pleasant interlude in the game, but now new pieces were on the board and the game began anew.

It had been nice while it lasted though. Even if his wife hadn't much appreciated the gift of thier ashes, she'd still stayed angry at him for three more years. Maybe a rose would have been a better gift.

She'd always liked the ashes of the Toreador!
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