The String on the Bag of Patience has Snapped
Portsmouth, New Hampshire March 6, 2006
Seiko read the recently faxed article once, twice and then gently placed it upon the desk, within the center with careful precision. She picked up her cellphone and with quiet patience dialed her retainer. The words to her assistant were softly spoken though rage simmered with every utterance.
Hours later, her phone call was returned. The torpid body laid in rest within the small county morgue for the fourth day. Only an ill and absent technician prevented catastrophe though the reach of forensic evidence would be impossible for her to measure for some time yet as she had no contacts to such locally.
She had never before encountered such thoughtlessly constant inanity or felt such complete detestation for those of the Circle, those who were more than directly responsible for this near miss. They were without wisdom or even the most common of sense. They were selfish, broken marionettes who jangled uselessly, taking up space, unworthy of existence.
The desire to envelope herself in a fine mist of ash was incredible. She made arrangements to touch her foot again upon the wretched ground in the city of Atlanta to ensure that the body was collected and delivered without incident.
Atlanta, Georgia March 8, 2006
Her voice was quiet as she spoke on the phone, "Grace, this is Seiko. Are you aware that you nearly had a monsterous breach of the Masquerade on your hands?" She explained the situation succinctly and handed the phone to the victim of extreme stupidity and incompetence. When the phone returned to her she said only, "I have had to expend all of my resources to cover this. And I will do all that is required to ensure that this is no longer a problem. My work will be remembered. I will be in your court in April."
Her gaze was predatory as she put the phone away and spoke with the object of her rescue. When proper arrangements were produced, she left to meet with the others of the city who were directly or tangentally at fault. After extracting prestation for her efforts, she called upon an accomplise to assist in clearing unneeded evidence from a distressingly simple mind before sending him away with the promise for her own assistance with his Praxis in the future.
Once all the predators were gone, she observed her surroundings. The homeless man was still prone in the corner, breathing heavily. Hours before, she plucked it off the street with the intention of feeding it to the torpid body she'd collected. However, after being informed by the newly awakened neonate that he didn't drink human blood she was aggitated. Animals? Hotoke-sama give her patience from bleeding hearts and idiotic southern hicks who somehow manage to become vampires and cause much more trouble than their calamitous existence was worth. The man in the corner nearly had a heart attack when she directed her anger into fear in it's direction. It whimpered and cried even as it laid unconcious. She was so aggitated at the unceasing sound of it that she walked to its prone floor upon the concrete and snapped its neck with the wooden underside of her sandal. The Beast Within stretched and retreated, content to feast on what it had wrought.
Alone with her thoughts and silence, she began to imagine the retribution she would enact upon her Sisters. Especially the Hierophant who laid hands upon her over a month ago..and yes, the other who threatened injury with its nasty Gangrel claws. Their existence was wasteful and an affront to every Crone who trod upon the earth. The desire to tear their throats out vied with the jaundiced acknowledgement that their spilled blood would be like excretement upon her tongue; that mere contact flesh to flesh would allow the most profane of contaminants upon her skin. She would have to sear her flesh when it was done to cleanse it from such malaise.
She smiled, baring teeth. The pain would be worth it.
Seiko read the recently faxed article once, twice and then gently placed it upon the desk, within the center with careful precision. She picked up her cellphone and with quiet patience dialed her retainer. The words to her assistant were softly spoken though rage simmered with every utterance.
Hours later, her phone call was returned. The torpid body laid in rest within the small county morgue for the fourth day. Only an ill and absent technician prevented catastrophe though the reach of forensic evidence would be impossible for her to measure for some time yet as she had no contacts to such locally.
She had never before encountered such thoughtlessly constant inanity or felt such complete detestation for those of the Circle, those who were more than directly responsible for this near miss. They were without wisdom or even the most common of sense. They were selfish, broken marionettes who jangled uselessly, taking up space, unworthy of existence.
The desire to envelope herself in a fine mist of ash was incredible. She made arrangements to touch her foot again upon the wretched ground in the city of Atlanta to ensure that the body was collected and delivered without incident.
Atlanta, Georgia March 8, 2006
Her voice was quiet as she spoke on the phone, "Grace, this is Seiko. Are you aware that you nearly had a monsterous breach of the Masquerade on your hands?" She explained the situation succinctly and handed the phone to the victim of extreme stupidity and incompetence. When the phone returned to her she said only, "I have had to expend all of my resources to cover this. And I will do all that is required to ensure that this is no longer a problem. My work will be remembered. I will be in your court in April."
Her gaze was predatory as she put the phone away and spoke with the object of her rescue. When proper arrangements were produced, she left to meet with the others of the city who were directly or tangentally at fault. After extracting prestation for her efforts, she called upon an accomplise to assist in clearing unneeded evidence from a distressingly simple mind before sending him away with the promise for her own assistance with his Praxis in the future.
Once all the predators were gone, she observed her surroundings. The homeless man was still prone in the corner, breathing heavily. Hours before, she plucked it off the street with the intention of feeding it to the torpid body she'd collected. However, after being informed by the newly awakened neonate that he didn't drink human blood she was aggitated. Animals? Hotoke-sama give her patience from bleeding hearts and idiotic southern hicks who somehow manage to become vampires and cause much more trouble than their calamitous existence was worth. The man in the corner nearly had a heart attack when she directed her anger into fear in it's direction. It whimpered and cried even as it laid unconcious. She was so aggitated at the unceasing sound of it that she walked to its prone floor upon the concrete and snapped its neck with the wooden underside of her sandal. The Beast Within stretched and retreated, content to feast on what it had wrought.
Alone with her thoughts and silence, she began to imagine the retribution she would enact upon her Sisters. Especially the Hierophant who laid hands upon her over a month ago..and yes, the other who threatened injury with its nasty Gangrel claws. Their existence was wasteful and an affront to every Crone who trod upon the earth. The desire to tear their throats out vied with the jaundiced acknowledgement that their spilled blood would be like excretement upon her tongue; that mere contact flesh to flesh would allow the most profane of contaminants upon her skin. She would have to sear her flesh when it was done to cleanse it from such malaise.
She smiled, baring teeth. The pain would be worth it.