Big evening. Though I didn’t really expect it to be. Not many a night has ever seen me so angry, I must admit. Part of me has to admit that it did felt good, to a certain degree. Justified anger? I think so. But I guess I’ll have to go in detail about that. And then there is the night that followed… One step at a time.

The prince had given fair warning that clan Gangrel requested leave to be allowed to interrogate that ghoul prisoner. Obviously they did a lot of long and nasty interrogating. The kind medieval torturers would have been proud of. They left so little of the guy that Jean felt he had no choice but to kill him. I can’t even being to describe how much that pisses me off! So he might have broken a blood bond somehow. And maybe our particular gifts work on him. Doesn’t mean the same goes for psychology! It’s a slow tool, granted, but it works all the same! So what the fuck, guys?! We’re potentially immortal. Are you trying to tell me that we don’t have a couple of months at hand to experiment on the psyche of the bastard that thinks we somehow equal a modern definition of milk bar? I bet the Gangrel are very pleased with themselves. Screw all that!

What went remarkably smoothly was the clan meeting. Sure, there was the usual bullshit on how etiquette is way underrepresented and how people keep screwing it up, especially on Alena’s part. But when I brought up the subject of internal clan leadership and suggested Jason everyone went along with it. So either they suddenly got brains – or Jason and I can expect a bit of backstabbing some time soon.

Etiquette was another subject later that night. I talked to Euler, Karsten, Shiraz and Jason about the subject. Sure, I should have involved the Gangrel too. But they would have been bored to death by the time the door closed behind them. Of course this was a two man show. Euler and Karsten love to hear themselves speak way too much. Euler, though a bit hardcore sometimes, seems reasonable enough. And Karsten can’t dance this dance to save his life. When everyone was out of the room later on he basically told me I just put my position as senator to rest. Which is either bullshit on his part and understanding. Or I’m more of a fool than I would think. Boy, that man can be so annoying at times!

Then there’s Thomas. I thought he was a bit angry at me, so I called him over and apologized for – well – basically being me. To someone who isn’t me I suppose I must seem rather impatient. A little blunt maybe. And since only Greg and Dee manage to stay around me for an extended period of time there must be some truth to that theory. On his part Thomas is remarkably understanding. Jason tells me he jumped to my defense when I left early last Thursday, so he can’t hate me all that much.

Our little lion… It’s still like playing with fire. On the other hand it’s part of the image. And possibly something he needs to sustain himself. In parts all of us are what is expected of us. And everyone has expectations of Jason. A cute little cub to those who only spare a glance for him. Purring kitten, perhaps. It takes a moment or two to see the lion behind all of his guises. Give him a couple of years… I wonder what will become of him then. If anyone ever has to take my place I would hope it’d be him. Sadly I don’t think he’d like the position much.

Still haven’t made up my mind whether I’ll go and talk to the prince about that thing with the ghoul. If I were as dutiful as I should be I should also mention what Jean revealed to me Friday night. But that might upset the whole balance of power. Might, in fact, tear down the senate as a whole. And neither the domain nor the prince can afford to pay that price right now. So I’ll keep my mouth shut. Wisdom… Such a hard virtue to live up to sometimes.

Quite the revelation… What do you do with that type of information? Philosophy would have me guessing whether it can even be real. And the man has a lot of leaps of faith to take ere both he and myself will actually believe this to be true. Not that I’m thinking him a liar! However, our existence has changed to fundamentally that there is no knowing.

Except for Dee boing ballistic over all of this life is good though! I’m feeling alive again as of late. Positive even. Perhaps the Tremere can carry their weight and be useful. Perhaps the Gangrel will listen, for a change. Perhaps my own clan will see the wisdom in appointing Jason.

Bring out the dice!

Das Wohnzimmer glich einem Schlachtfeld. Dabei waren Nathaniel und seine zwei Begleiter doch erst vor wenigen Wochen eingezogen. Der schlachtfeldartige Zustand allerdings kam nicht zustande, weil noch so viele Kisten nicht ausgeräumt waren, sondern vielmehr mehr eher weil sich jemand entschlossen hatte alle Kisten gleichzeitig und auf einem Fleck auszuräumen. Durch einfaches Umdrehen der Kisten. Was wiederum in jeder Menge Scherben, Splittern und noch intakten anderen Gegenständen resultierte.
An einer Wand lehnte Nathaniel neben seinem Butler und sah dem Spektakel zu. “That used to be the new Grundig…”, murmelte er missmutig. Der Mann zu einer rechten blieb still.
“Love! How can someone say they love you after such short a time?!” Anklagend funkelte Dee ihren, wenn man es so nennen wollte, Lebensgefährten an. “You’re a genius! You’re supposed to fucking know such things!”
Nathaniel zuckte die Achseln und schwieg während sich der Inhalt einer weiteren Kiste rappelnd und klirrend zu den restlichen Scherben gesellte. Seinen Herrn starrend zurücklassend machte sich Gregory auf Schaufel und Besen zu holen.
“It doesn’t change us, Dee.”
“Yes, it does! You will love me less…” Endlich hielt sie inne. Als demand das Wort ‘totunglücklich’ erfunden hatte, musste er dabei an Frauen sie sie gedacht haben.
Wieder wortlos ging Nathaniel auf sie zu, nahm sie in die Arme und zog sie dicht an den zu kühlen Körper. “We haven’t changed in a very long time. We’re not starting now, Dee…”