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 Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 4:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 6:34 pm
Desidario paced the lobby of the old Seaport Hotel that had been purchased years ago as the Tzimisce living quarters. Perhaps it wasn't as sophisticated as the mansions some of the vampires holed themselves up in but there was plenty of room and besides, they were high-rollers anyway. Unfortunately it had been quite some time since Desidario had experienced any form of pleasant business inside the hotel walls. Granted he kept it in perfect condition, maintaining it himself in the absence of the others.
These days he was grumpy, at best. He had no personal time to his experiments, his flesh crafting had become "rusty", at best. The former Ancillae had risen in the absence of their leaders and taken things into his own paws. Something needed to be done, desperate measures needed to be taken. Their numbers had dwindled drastically in comparison to the other Clans, they were just bursting at the seems with members. Though they all bred like rats, and all those Clans created were b*****d children that took their gift for granted and ran rampant, risking blowing the cover of the Masquerade altogether.
Those Clanless b*****d spawn, that wreaked worse than those that brought them to life, were ruining everything. They mocked the Clans, mocked them all. They needed to be put in line. Recruited if they were even useful. They were sly enough to keep themselves out of his paws, which was a problem. That meant it was time to turn to the mortals. Hold a fancy shindig with flashy things, impress them, manipulate their weaknesses to draw them in close. Then, weed out those that were utterly useless. Let those ones drink and leave having a happy night that they wouldn't remember in the morning. Those that were useful, those that did catch his eye... The ones that fit... they would stay. They would be Embraced, and they would be put to damn good use.
Their Clan needed it. Quality before quantity, yes... But they had neither quality, nor quantity. What pathetic excuses for Vampires did he have roaming these halls? Well, it was time to find out which ones were actually useful around here and which ones were candidates for whatever gruesome experiments he had in store as punishment. It was high time for a little quality and quantity. Before the event, before the luring of their prey, he would see who was left of clan Tzimisce.
The Elder raged on in his thoughts, pacing the lobby. Sitting, standing, pacing. Sitting, standing, and pacing. The more he paced, the more he felt an old memory of what anger had been like. It was time to call them all out, put them in line before everything fell into shambles. It was time to call out to Lidos, it was time to bring everything back to life. If Lidos remained absent, he would do it all himself. But it would be done, one way or the other. There was no more slacking to be had, not while he was around.
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