Lovely. You’ve got to appreciate politics for what they are. Give them a distraction and people will be all over it. Out of a sudden people are very interested in what happens to Hope. Or where the Sabbat might attack another two cities. Which comes in handy, because they’re much less likely to pay much attention to little old me while I try to turn the situation around, back into our favor. Very lovely indeed.

So what’s there to think. Mascha is keeping radio silence. And what choice does she haven, given Styx’s little speech a week ago. By now I’m pretty sure she had to suffer the hardest blow of whatever conspired down below. Whatever she’s up to, there’s no way of telling just yet.

Thomas was present. I believe I heard the one or the other snide comment. But that’s really all there is to it. He gave the proper bows, just like everybody else of his clan. So what am I to do for now. Currently you can only sit there and wait.

The prince was present, which is a good thing. She held a little speech on how she wanted no further clashes between clans. Of course that’s all bull. There always will be those clashes. On the other hand she didn’t seem too angry with me for what I wrote her earlier this week, so I guess I should be fine for now.

Fine for now is relatively speaking though. Hope took it upon herself to send a little message out to her clan, basically saying that the top ranks of the domain were doing some sort of Sabbat ritual, that we’re all bound in blood to eachother and that it would be the best idea ever to withdraw Jack from the senate. I still agree in that last aspect, but right now that’s simply impossible. Funny to see how her own people ratted her out to Jack, who had her end up with a stake in her chest. I don’t have the slightest idea why she’s still alive. And I’m very curious to see just how long that’ll last. However, what she did might have saved us a lot of trouble. After all that tiny little secret is now much less threatening than it was a week ago.

Poor Miss Pearse basically had to serve as a runner for me last night. Which, in turn, is mostly due to the prince. I really don’t think it too clever to entrust the blind guy with trying to dig up people around the room. So what I did most of the time was listen for the tic-toc of Pearse’s shoes and then head over there to tell her who the prince wanted to speak to next. I wonder what she thinks about what Hope did – and whether she knows…

By now Jason is more and more in danger. I’ve tried pointing out what might bug other people. And from what I hear I’m not the only one who tried. But then, he’s Toreador. We’ve got a lot of pride and a very hard time at biting that back. So I’m not convinced that he can pull himself together the way he’d be required to do. Doesn’t mean I can’t keep my fingers crossed. His loyalties… I do hope he gets it right this time around.

Jack showed up in his robes again. Odd, seeing him like that. He looks much more savage that way. Yet somehow he seemed like a mouse again. And again I can’t put my finger on as to why.

Maybe this is the long fall. Maybe it’s not. Doesn’t matter really. Whether you want a thing to be what it is usually doesn’t change what it is. Deal with the situation at hand. That’s really all a man can do. So that’s what I’m doing. Curious to see where that’ll get me in the end.

Chaos. Everywhere. It was right at their feet. Some of the shelves had been knocked down, including most of the things that had been stored in or on top of them. Many of the things Nate had brought from foreign countries and cultures a long time ago had fallen to the ground. Some of them were broken. Most of it beyond repair.
She had wanted to hurt him with that. And succeeded.
“Sir, I have never seen her like this before…” The truth of the matter was: Neither of them had. Only that Gregory seemed to be incapable of making up his mind which hurt him more – the fact that he had not been able to stop her, or the fact that so count- and priceless memorabilia was now lost. Things he had helped collect. Things he had grown accustumed to over the years.
Nate had his eye on a broken amulet made from clay, which lay broken on the ground. “She hasn’t been quite like that ever before…”
“Sir.”
With disbelief in his voice Nate looked at his servant. “I have no idea what to do about this anymore.”