Post by Queen of Hearts on Oct 14, 2007 11:19:07 GMT -5
Chloe/Kassidy: Alice
Chloe:
“She seemed like a good idea at the time.” The soft voice was tinged with ire and bitterness. “Now, of course, in light of this news, I think we’d better rein her in a bit.” The deep cultured voice of the male elder across the desk from her rose with derision. “You’ve let her run too freely, Primogen,” the title stressed as if it was an insult. Chloe fixed him with a hard glance. She might be physically unable to intimidate the much bigger male but she was by gods -much- stronger than him in magic and he was well aware of it, and so he was the first to look away from the meeting of eyes. You’d think that a bunch of intellectuals would be ruled by logic, she thought to herself, not for the first time. She was the strongest in the area, almost equally as skilled in her other disciplines, and she had been simply dropped in the place of the head of the clan here. After a few minor skirmishes to prove herself, of course. She often thought of her election to primogen as the ubiquitous part of a hundred cartoons where someone is asked to step forward, and everyone but some poor hapless fool steps back.
She watched the male for a moment long, just to hammer home her point, then relented and nodded towards the door. “I’ll handle it,” she said and then turned her attention to the papers in front of her, a clear dismissal. Fortunately, for al his attitude, the male in question was a clever one and he quickly took the hint and excused himself. Shaking her head with a glance to the door, she frowned over the papers, a photocopy of a document that was apparently from her childe to an elder in the ranking council, implying the she herself was involved in some shady things. It wasn’t enough to have the d**ned girl removed, especially since she’d somehow gotten herself the Seneschal position. The bastard prince might start asking questions. It did however give her cause to have the girl, and any new Tremere in the city, closely watched and she jotted down a note to one of her closest allies within the clan, who was particularly adept at certain types of the craft.
Chloe slid the paper into a special fireproof safe located within her desk. It traveled to and from her resting place with her and carried some of the most important documents of the clan. Turning to the next pile of papers, she shuffled through them sliding them in the appropriate files. She rather enjoyed the day to day minutiae of running the clan, it was the big nasty things that threw her for a loop. Like the missive she was even now reading. She stared at the words until they were etched into her memory. There was evidence that one of the perpetrators of the most horrible tragedy of her life was in the area. The evidence was circumstantial but the fury burned within at the mere thought of one of the bastards coming into -her- town and ex-pending her energy wastefully, she incinerated every chair in her office slowly excepting her own, but her fury was unsated. Ripping open the door as some idiot pounded furiously on it, she glared into the eyes of nearly half the clan members resident, clenching her jaw and ruthlessly choking off the insane rage within.
“We have a traitor in our midst,” she said to the gathered and then grabbed the nearest neonate and pulled him into the office with her. “Clean up this mess,” she said to him, her hand waving to indicate the charred ashes of the furniture, and strode to her desk, lifting the report to stuff it within the safe and then she locked the desk and strode from the office, the gathered crushing themselves into the walls to make way for their furious leader. She could hear the whisperings and plotting begin, the swirls of intrigue broadening as the other s dispersed to plot in secret little enclaves with the chantry and while away their hours with speculation. Of curse, if Joachim was the one bringing the info to her then it was certain that at least a third of her elders knew as well, putting her in a dangerous situation. Her own childe might have betrayed the clan. But she was in a high level position and could not simply be done away with. Chloe barely noticed the path to her chambers, and ignored those that she saw along the way, glad that the Elders were all busy . She would have been forced to stop and speak with anyone of that high of rank.
Grumbling to herself as she shut the heavy steel door behind her, locking its electronic code. Stretching herself along the interior of the opened “coffin”, she contemplated the ceiling. Chloe wasn’t comfortable sleeping on the floor or in actual beds like some of the young ones, but she had refrained from the actual coffins that the elders’ tended to prefer. She had a simple box, originally designed to be a massive in-wall safe. It would protect her through fire, flood, or idiots trying to stake her. She pulled the door of it closed, locking it securely from the inside. Letting the darkness surround her, she sunk into memory.
A pagan ritual within a forest and she was about to reach the pinnacle, the high priestess ship of her goddess. As she knelt alone in the grotto, the consort had come to her and led her away. She had never looked back. He had gathered his childer, ten in all, her the last, into a remote area, aid to be building up in the future and he wished to have his presence in the area. They got on remarkably well for such as they perhaps because they were all relatively youthful within their unlife. Her sire was intending on bringing her to the nearest chantry to partake of some special rituals that he had not the resources for. He had gone hunting one night, and he had not returned. A full week of night they waited, then Chloe herself was chosen by the older childer to go out looking for him. That was the last time she’d seen her fellows of the chantry. After all night searching, she’d come back to find a smoking ruin instead of the haven, and nine piles of ash placed in a circle, with one pile in the center. She had moved closer, puzzling, and then she saw that the circle was not closed and as the true significance of the ash battered its way into her horrified brain, she turned and fled the scene as far and as fast as she could. Eventually she’d been accepted into another chantry to learn her craft there, leaving once she had learned all she could from them. And when she was strong enough, she started searching for the ones who’d slaughtered her family. Closing her eyes in the darkness as the memory faded, Chloe let herself fall into the blackness that came with the dawn.
Kassidy:
“She seemed like a good idea at the time,” Kassidy said softly , earning a sympathetic look from the other female sitting on the bench next to her. “She was brilliant and beautiful and I fell head over heels.” The image of her sire and how mysterious and amazing she had seemed to the human girl Kass had been, swam before her eyes a moment. She shook her head and shrugged, “I was an idiot.” In more ways than one, her vicious interior commentator felt compelled to insert. She’d thought that Chloe was gifted within the Craft, not the blood craft that she practiced so deftly now, but the gentle practice of Wicca. How she hated the woman for turning her over and slaughtering all her hopes and dreams in one fell swoop. And then she was set aside. Her jaw worked as she remembered barging into Chloe’s office some months after she was embraced. Asking her desperately why she’d been cast aside, railing at her while the cold as ice pregnant dog stared at her unblinkingly. The d**ned woman had replied to her in a bored tone of voice. “You are of no use to me until you master the blood magic.” And then she’d been escorted from the office with a grip like iron and the door shut in her face.
The woman slid her arms around Kassidy, hugging her tightly. “Oh, honey,” she said softly to the vampire, “Life can be cruel.” Kass slid her arms around the woman in return, tilting her head slightly and gently sinking her teeth into the comforting woman’s neck. She clutched the woman tightly as she drank of her, licking the neck once she’d taken enough, laying the semiconscious woman onto the couch almost tenderly and then grabbed the bottle of wine that had been hardly touched yet. She splashed some into the empty cup, then dumped the rest down the sink, setting the empty bottle next to the glasses. Grabbing a piece of paper, she penned a quick note. Thank you for the wonderful memory and the much needed comfort. I didn’t have the heart to wake you, you were sleeping so soundly. Call me if you want to get together again. --K She left it peeking out from underneath the wine bottle and then slipped from the door. Just as her sire was learning of the vague letter she had sent, she was sliding into the restaurant known only as The Bistro, nodding pleasantly to those movers and shakers that she recognized, as she was led towards her usual table. Tipping the maître d' handsomely, she settled back and waited for the gentleman that she was meeting here, getting lost in her thoughts once more.
When it became obvious that she was not going to be the favored childe of the powerful primogen, she had sought outside her clan for resources. Already looked on askance by the others of the chantry for her unconventional ways and her miserable acuity with their magic that was the base of their power, she’d been nearly ostracized within the haven until they gradually began to realize that she was the only one of the warlocks that many of the other undead would deal with. Her star had risen then and she was much more well known and respected through the Camarilla. Her own clan were worse to her than most others of the other clans, and every last one of them had likely been horrified and shocked when she’d been named Seneschal out of the blue by Diallo a few months ago.
She rather sadistically enjoyed the bastards that snubbed her being forced to curry her favor, especially out ranking her sire, although Chloe, obviously didn’t see it that way. The ice queen till tried to send her on errands and order her around. She was soon to have her revenge though. Kassidy had gotten word from her contacts in the sewer rats that her sire had carved herself out a little piece of their r territory and was trying out some things expressively forbidden by the Council. She tapped her fingernails against the table impatiently, The council took so long to make any decisions! They hadn’t even replied or sent word that they’d ever -received- the letter she’d sent. Terrified old wizards, she thought derisively to herself, then cleared her mind as her first guest of the evening arrived. “Janos,” she smiled pleasantly, “How lovely to see you again!” She gestured to a chair, “Please have a seat.” After seating herself, she tilted her head, watching him intently through the glasses perched upon her nose. “I’d like to postpone the excavation of the Millstreet Home. I have some friends who are going to require it for a few days. Why don’t you tell me what you need so we can make this happen?” She nodded as he threw out his first offer and then delved into the bargaining.
Chloe:
“She seemed like a good idea at the time.” The soft voice was tinged with ire and bitterness. “Now, of course, in light of this news, I think we’d better rein her in a bit.” The deep cultured voice of the male elder across the desk from her rose with derision. “You’ve let her run too freely, Primogen,” the title stressed as if it was an insult. Chloe fixed him with a hard glance. She might be physically unable to intimidate the much bigger male but she was by gods -much- stronger than him in magic and he was well aware of it, and so he was the first to look away from the meeting of eyes. You’d think that a bunch of intellectuals would be ruled by logic, she thought to herself, not for the first time. She was the strongest in the area, almost equally as skilled in her other disciplines, and she had been simply dropped in the place of the head of the clan here. After a few minor skirmishes to prove herself, of course. She often thought of her election to primogen as the ubiquitous part of a hundred cartoons where someone is asked to step forward, and everyone but some poor hapless fool steps back.
She watched the male for a moment long, just to hammer home her point, then relented and nodded towards the door. “I’ll handle it,” she said and then turned her attention to the papers in front of her, a clear dismissal. Fortunately, for al his attitude, the male in question was a clever one and he quickly took the hint and excused himself. Shaking her head with a glance to the door, she frowned over the papers, a photocopy of a document that was apparently from her childe to an elder in the ranking council, implying the she herself was involved in some shady things. It wasn’t enough to have the d**ned girl removed, especially since she’d somehow gotten herself the Seneschal position. The bastard prince might start asking questions. It did however give her cause to have the girl, and any new Tremere in the city, closely watched and she jotted down a note to one of her closest allies within the clan, who was particularly adept at certain types of the craft.
Chloe slid the paper into a special fireproof safe located within her desk. It traveled to and from her resting place with her and carried some of the most important documents of the clan. Turning to the next pile of papers, she shuffled through them sliding them in the appropriate files. She rather enjoyed the day to day minutiae of running the clan, it was the big nasty things that threw her for a loop. Like the missive she was even now reading. She stared at the words until they were etched into her memory. There was evidence that one of the perpetrators of the most horrible tragedy of her life was in the area. The evidence was circumstantial but the fury burned within at the mere thought of one of the bastards coming into -her- town and ex-pending her energy wastefully, she incinerated every chair in her office slowly excepting her own, but her fury was unsated. Ripping open the door as some idiot pounded furiously on it, she glared into the eyes of nearly half the clan members resident, clenching her jaw and ruthlessly choking off the insane rage within.
“We have a traitor in our midst,” she said to the gathered and then grabbed the nearest neonate and pulled him into the office with her. “Clean up this mess,” she said to him, her hand waving to indicate the charred ashes of the furniture, and strode to her desk, lifting the report to stuff it within the safe and then she locked the desk and strode from the office, the gathered crushing themselves into the walls to make way for their furious leader. She could hear the whisperings and plotting begin, the swirls of intrigue broadening as the other s dispersed to plot in secret little enclaves with the chantry and while away their hours with speculation. Of curse, if Joachim was the one bringing the info to her then it was certain that at least a third of her elders knew as well, putting her in a dangerous situation. Her own childe might have betrayed the clan. But she was in a high level position and could not simply be done away with. Chloe barely noticed the path to her chambers, and ignored those that she saw along the way, glad that the Elders were all busy . She would have been forced to stop and speak with anyone of that high of rank.
Grumbling to herself as she shut the heavy steel door behind her, locking its electronic code. Stretching herself along the interior of the opened “coffin”, she contemplated the ceiling. Chloe wasn’t comfortable sleeping on the floor or in actual beds like some of the young ones, but she had refrained from the actual coffins that the elders’ tended to prefer. She had a simple box, originally designed to be a massive in-wall safe. It would protect her through fire, flood, or idiots trying to stake her. She pulled the door of it closed, locking it securely from the inside. Letting the darkness surround her, she sunk into memory.
A pagan ritual within a forest and she was about to reach the pinnacle, the high priestess ship of her goddess. As she knelt alone in the grotto, the consort had come to her and led her away. She had never looked back. He had gathered his childer, ten in all, her the last, into a remote area, aid to be building up in the future and he wished to have his presence in the area. They got on remarkably well for such as they perhaps because they were all relatively youthful within their unlife. Her sire was intending on bringing her to the nearest chantry to partake of some special rituals that he had not the resources for. He had gone hunting one night, and he had not returned. A full week of night they waited, then Chloe herself was chosen by the older childer to go out looking for him. That was the last time she’d seen her fellows of the chantry. After all night searching, she’d come back to find a smoking ruin instead of the haven, and nine piles of ash placed in a circle, with one pile in the center. She had moved closer, puzzling, and then she saw that the circle was not closed and as the true significance of the ash battered its way into her horrified brain, she turned and fled the scene as far and as fast as she could. Eventually she’d been accepted into another chantry to learn her craft there, leaving once she had learned all she could from them. And when she was strong enough, she started searching for the ones who’d slaughtered her family. Closing her eyes in the darkness as the memory faded, Chloe let herself fall into the blackness that came with the dawn.
Kassidy:
“She seemed like a good idea at the time,” Kassidy said softly , earning a sympathetic look from the other female sitting on the bench next to her. “She was brilliant and beautiful and I fell head over heels.” The image of her sire and how mysterious and amazing she had seemed to the human girl Kass had been, swam before her eyes a moment. She shook her head and shrugged, “I was an idiot.” In more ways than one, her vicious interior commentator felt compelled to insert. She’d thought that Chloe was gifted within the Craft, not the blood craft that she practiced so deftly now, but the gentle practice of Wicca. How she hated the woman for turning her over and slaughtering all her hopes and dreams in one fell swoop. And then she was set aside. Her jaw worked as she remembered barging into Chloe’s office some months after she was embraced. Asking her desperately why she’d been cast aside, railing at her while the cold as ice pregnant dog stared at her unblinkingly. The d**ned woman had replied to her in a bored tone of voice. “You are of no use to me until you master the blood magic.” And then she’d been escorted from the office with a grip like iron and the door shut in her face.
The woman slid her arms around Kassidy, hugging her tightly. “Oh, honey,” she said softly to the vampire, “Life can be cruel.” Kass slid her arms around the woman in return, tilting her head slightly and gently sinking her teeth into the comforting woman’s neck. She clutched the woman tightly as she drank of her, licking the neck once she’d taken enough, laying the semiconscious woman onto the couch almost tenderly and then grabbed the bottle of wine that had been hardly touched yet. She splashed some into the empty cup, then dumped the rest down the sink, setting the empty bottle next to the glasses. Grabbing a piece of paper, she penned a quick note. Thank you for the wonderful memory and the much needed comfort. I didn’t have the heart to wake you, you were sleeping so soundly. Call me if you want to get together again. --K She left it peeking out from underneath the wine bottle and then slipped from the door. Just as her sire was learning of the vague letter she had sent, she was sliding into the restaurant known only as The Bistro, nodding pleasantly to those movers and shakers that she recognized, as she was led towards her usual table. Tipping the maître d' handsomely, she settled back and waited for the gentleman that she was meeting here, getting lost in her thoughts once more.
When it became obvious that she was not going to be the favored childe of the powerful primogen, she had sought outside her clan for resources. Already looked on askance by the others of the chantry for her unconventional ways and her miserable acuity with their magic that was the base of their power, she’d been nearly ostracized within the haven until they gradually began to realize that she was the only one of the warlocks that many of the other undead would deal with. Her star had risen then and she was much more well known and respected through the Camarilla. Her own clan were worse to her than most others of the other clans, and every last one of them had likely been horrified and shocked when she’d been named Seneschal out of the blue by Diallo a few months ago.
She rather sadistically enjoyed the bastards that snubbed her being forced to curry her favor, especially out ranking her sire, although Chloe, obviously didn’t see it that way. The ice queen till tried to send her on errands and order her around. She was soon to have her revenge though. Kassidy had gotten word from her contacts in the sewer rats that her sire had carved herself out a little piece of their r territory and was trying out some things expressively forbidden by the Council. She tapped her fingernails against the table impatiently, The council took so long to make any decisions! They hadn’t even replied or sent word that they’d ever -received- the letter she’d sent. Terrified old wizards, she thought derisively to herself, then cleared her mind as her first guest of the evening arrived. “Janos,” she smiled pleasantly, “How lovely to see you again!” She gestured to a chair, “Please have a seat.” After seating herself, she tilted her head, watching him intently through the glasses perched upon her nose. “I’d like to postpone the excavation of the Millstreet Home. I have some friends who are going to require it for a few days. Why don’t you tell me what you need so we can make this happen?” She nodded as he threw out his first offer and then delved into the bargaining.