Blackmail. Probably the best headline for that whole thing on Thursday.

The Setite showed up. Of course they’re asking for the bargain to be kept. But since Pearse was released without much for doing the amulet stays with the domain – and therefore the Gangrel. Which is odd. Seeing them kneel before us. I make no mistake in thinking they knelt before me. I know whom they knelt to. Who they thanked. And I know what exactly he did to accomplish that. They, however, will most likely never know. What I don’t get is why he didn’t tell them. Usually he wouldn’t have remained silent like that. It wasn’t a lie really. But neither was it the truth.

Thomas tried to eavesdrop the whole conversation with that Setite character. In this particular case I had to throw him out. Also, I’m not going to hand the Nosferatu information on a silver plate when they still seem to think that Jason and I are the biggest losers on earth. No, sir. Also he makes a show of crawling before me. And that it’s a show is easy to be seen. How long does he think I will watch this?

They found a corpse. Of course people now wonder who killed the woman. There’s a few theories on who did her in. Add to that another dozen and you’ll get just about the amount of rumors that circulate through this domain. People never bother to think about what is possible and what isn’t.

Good Raphael is trying to re-establish the speakers. All nice and swell, if he keeps it at that. However, he’s Ventrue. So no, I don’t think he can keep it at that. Right now that’s easy though. Either he keeps word – then we won’t have to worry. Or he doesn’t – in which case we can have his head for breaking the 2nd tradition.

Barely had word from Jason for the past couple of nights. It’s not like him to be that silent. I’m worried about him…

Meanwhile the Malkavians picked their favorite toy of the month. They know about Jacques and me. Most likely because they spied on our thoughts at the wrong time. Right now they focus on making him behave. Me? Not so much. Why would they. I see benefit in working with them and they do the same. Still… I don’t like this much. It’s bound to explode at some stage.

Jacques is… trying. I can see how much effort he puts into this. Yet he never comes off as truly secure. Not to me anyway. Maybe I can’t see straight anymore. But it worries me as well.

No ordinary job interview was held on a Sunday. Then again, this was not an ordinary job.
Gregory Stevens had sent his credentials to his possible future employer about a week ago. From what he had heard from friends he had not been first choice to Lord Elyot. In fact, they had never considered him, despite a very elaborate letter of recommendation. As he later would find out: Very much because of that letter.
Lord Elyot, so he had explained later, found that his son, despite his young age, could not tolerate stiff men. People who stuck to the rules too much. And since the boy was barely a year of age there had been no way of convincing him with reason.
So, eventually, the desperate father had asked Gregory to show up at the family estate and try his luck with a boy that sent every aspirant fleeing. For a child, he had a remarkably loud voice.
With Mr. Stevens everything had started just the same way as it had for the rest of them. He entered the room, approached the sleeping child, only to found he had roused a dragon – a screaming one, yelling at the top of his lungs. Unlike the others he had not touched the boy, had not tried to provide comfort. Instead he had reached inside his coat pocked and produced a crystal pendulum, dangling it above the child and watching as the light caught in the glass and reflected in rainbows down on the boy.
For the first time someone had managed to stop the child from screaming.