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| Topic Started: Thursday, 13. February 2014, 01:53 (1,506 Views) | |
| Alarik | Thursday, 13. February 2014, 01:53 Post #1 |
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"Papers, Please."
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It was half an hour past midnight when the Princes' black Maybach 62 Zeppelin pulled into a parking space in front of the address that had been provided by George Henry Harris, the Primogen of Clan Brujah. After the engines had been killed, a white-haired ghoul in a business suit emerged from behind the driver's seat, to open the passenger door. Alarik Blücher emerged into the night, his usual suit of midnight blue covered by a long beige coat. It was a cloudy night, and the wind chill made it seem like it was freezing. The Ventrue shivered, then nodded for his ghoul to lock the car and follow him towards the door. "Remember that Mr. Harris and his clan consider this to be their turf", he told Jhael in a subdued tone of voice, repeating the most important point of his earlier instructions. "Be respectful, and try not to antagonise them." The whole point of this exercise was to appease George who, while not outright rebellious, had seemed to be less-than-enthusiastic about the Princes' way of exercising power. In part, the Prince suspected, this was because George was a bit of a curmudgeon. A middle-class Briton who had grown up on these perpetually rainy isles, reading trashy English gutter press newspapers and thus, naturally, prone to complain about the way things were being run. Especially if 'things' were being run by a foreigner. The Prince knew that he couldn't exactly change who he was. He could, however, attempt to reassure the man that his concerns were being taken seriously. "Let's see if they're home." His knuckles touched the door three times. Knock. Knock. Knock. |
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| George Henry Harris | Thursday, 13. February 2014, 14:29 Post #2 |
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The address turned out to be a large Victorian tenement house built out of red bricks and in the shape of a block. If regarded closer there were traces of decay visible adding to the air of poverty the building had, but in a way it also seemed a symbol of the old times when Britain was still an Empire. On the way to the front door it seemed like there were people watching behind the curtains of the other flats having view at them. Apparently the gossips were having a look at them, noticing who they might be, whom they were visiting and already thinking about why they might be here... The front door opened when they came to it and a middle-aged scruffy-looking man in a dark blue boilersuit, who seemed to be the caretaker left the building armed with saw and hatchet and grumbling something about old hags and their damned special wishes just because they were related to the owner. Not even looking at Alarik and Jhael he stomped past them mumbling curses under his breath until out of hearing range. Once they were inside, the right door was easily found as it was the only white door on ground level and as they knocked, the door got unlocked and opened, showing them a small corridor with a black iron wardrobe, white wallpaper and a green fitted carpet. Two doors as white as the one they had passed through lead deeper into the flat, one left and one right. As the door closed behind him a figure until then just seen as a shadow behind the door walked into their field of vision, unusually tall for a woman but nontheless recognisably one. Dressed in black leather as usually with a red bandana covering her hair, Jane left the shadow of the door, looking at her bosses guests with suspicion, then went to the door on the left, waiting for them to follow. Upon reaching the door she opened it, disappearing behind the door once again. The living room seemed to be the largest room in the flat, occupied by a chaiselongue and two matching armchairs in green plush with a small coffee table in front of the ensemble. Directly adjacent was a chest of drawers with an old TV on it and besides that a bookshelf. A faded cashmere carpet in emerald green, ivory and amethyst covered the floor and red wallpaper with white roses on it the wall. On the wallpaper were a couple of framed photographs and documents next to a copper cross, pictures of the last popes and one of the Queen. On the table stood a small tray with cookies, a cup and on the chaiselongue laid a woolen blanket striped in dark blue, white and scarlet. At that moment George came out of the right door which lead again deeper with what seemed to be a pot of tea and carefully put it down next to the cookies, before noticing his guests were already present. "Good evening, Mr. Blücher, Jhael. Please do have a seat and be welcome as my guests." |
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| Alarik | Friday, 14. February 2014, 01:20 Post #3 |
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While following the female ghoul, Alarik took in the details of Georges' probable home. Seeing a picture of the Queen made him smile - so patriotic! - even as he was more worried about the places' Roman Catholic paraphernalia. This had little to do with his anticlerical upbringing, and everything to do with the institutional enmity that existed between the Popes and, well, vampires. He could only hope that George himself wasn't faithful enough to go and try to repent one night. "Thank you, Primogen. I'm glad to be here", the Prince stressed before setting himself down in one of the green plush armchairs. He supposed that Jhael would normally remain standing in some corner of the room, to be at his bosses' beck and call. George had invited him to sit as well, though. It'd be interesting to see what the ghoul would do. Either way, it provided him with an excellent opportunity for punishing the youth later on. He crossed his legs at the ankles and folded his hands atop his knee before speaking: "You raised a number of issues during the New Years' celebration at Primogen O'Reily's new place of business. Perhaps we might deal with these, one by one? Unless something more urgent has come up, of course..." |
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| Jhael | Friday, 14. February 2014, 01:32 Post #4 |
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The young man bowed his head to the Brujah in a respectful nod. "Primogen Harris," he murmured, then remained silent. Ghouls were to be seen and not heard unless spoken to because Protocol and stuff, which was quite fine for him. Better than risk of saying or doing the wrong thing for delicate small talk amongst More Important People... Doing the wrong thing. His brow creased in a slight frown. Mr. Blucher preferred he warm the wall or his feet, but the host set out the tea. Since vampires do not do tea (as far as he knew), those cookies could possibly be his. That's very sweet of him. Biting his lower lip, Jhael hesitated before he crossed the room to take a seat on the lounge near the table. It would be rude to insult the host by wasting that tea... |
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| George Henry Harris | Friday, 14. February 2014, 20:54 Post #5 |
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George watched his guests taking their seats, noticing both the smile of Al and Jhaels slight frown but didn't comment on it. Instead he sat down and watched Al, nodding after listening to his words. "Indeed I did. I'd leave the choice where to start up to you, Mr. Blücher, as I think all of them are important and you are my guest..." Then he waited what would happen... |
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| Alarik | Saturday, 15. February 2014, 18:44 Post #6 |
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"All of them are important, and to some degree interrelated", the Prince agreed. "It's come to my attention that you are presently planning some sort of operation in Redbridge. I can help you take those lands back from the Sabbat in several ways." He began to count these off on the fingers of his right hand: "First, I can send new arrivals your way. I typically extract a favour with the value of a major boon from new arrivals, so in foregoing these it would be understood that you would, in turn, owe me. Second, I can put some of my staff at your disposal, provided that their involvement remains covert until the last moment. Third, I can provide you with necessary funds to purchase war materiel. I'm willing to donate 50.000 Pound Sterling to the cause. Anything beyond that will have to be paid back as a loan, that can be funded from the spoils of war." He sat back, having arrived at a more delicate part of these negotiations: "Finally, I am willing to provide Clan Brujah with an incentive for military success. I am willing to grant your clan the borough of Redbridge and the neighbouring borough of Newham in fief. Inside this fief, your clan will have exclusive feeding rights, the right to deny permanent settlement to those not of your blood and an exclusive claim to control over the mortal businesses there." Granting two boroughs to a single clan was no small offer, but Alarik was about to sweeten the deal further still: "Any territory your clan takes from the Sabbat beyond the River Rodding will be Brujah Land as well, with the exception of the Camden Borough." The Princes' right hand came to rest on his knee as he concluded: "In return for supporting your conquest with my men, my money and these territories, I expect your continued loyalty to me, and support for my policies and appointments in the Primogen Council." |
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| George Henry Harris | Saturday, 15. February 2014, 19:41 Post #7 |
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George listened to the help the prince was willing to provide, nodding in tune with the ideas, seemingly a bit surprised but not overly averted. The mention of a boon for sending newcomers to him though caused a short squint and a frown. At the time the condition for all that, loyalty and support for the appointments and policies, the frown made another appearance paired off with a sceptical look. Then he decided to adress his mind on that matter. "Your help would be very welcome, even though there might be a few things I have to say about that, if you don't mind, Mr. Blücher. First of all, I'd like to know the exact price for the additional men and the funds were I to accept that, which surely is understandable... Then I'd like to discuss the fief issue as Redbridge and Grove Ward are quite... a bit away and having both would be a tactical issue so perhaps if I accepted we could perhaps agree on another borough as a fief. The final point, however, is what exactly you would mean with 'continued loyalty and support for your policies and appointments in the council'. If that meant supporting everything you say regardless of the outcome and turning into a yes-man, I'd have to say with all due respect that that is not going to happen as long as I'd have an ounce of common sense or sense of duty in me..." |
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| Jhael | Saturday, 15. February 2014, 19:49 Post #8 |
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Mr. Blucher's assistant spread a napkin over his lap while the important people negotiated. Cupping his hand under a cookie with care not to spill a single crumb, he nibbled and sipped tea. "This is lovely, Mister- Primogen Harris. Thank you, sir." He gave the frowning Englishman a smile, then shut up to continue with tea time and listen. |
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| Alarik | Saturday, 15. February 2014, 20:13 Post #9 |
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"I don't want you to become a yes-man, Primogen Harris", the Prince said emphatically, his head shaking imperceptibly from side to side. He showed an open palm to George while answering, as if offering some invisible trinket. "London needs you to put your best ideas forward, both in Council and in private. And your people must see that they are represented by you. Wouldn't have it any other way. And besides, I think I've shown that I am eager - perhaps over-eager - to consult the Council on all matters, big and small." What did he want, then? Well... "Frankly, I need your help in ensuring the stability of the Council." He lifted his head and looked into George's eyes as he continued. "A few days after your scuffle with Mr. Dubhurr, the Tremere Primogen went to the Anarch headquarters and tried to lob a fireball at their Baron. Nora brought him to me and, as punishment for his crimes, I cut off his right hand and tongue. No doubt he is out for some kind of revenge. What I thus need is a solid majority on the Council, to prevent him and any potential co-conspirators from usurping the Council with some kind of agenda." "I need an honest man who, after he has spoken his mind, will support his Prince when the Council has to make difficult decisions. I'm particularly concerned about appointments to Camarilla offices - including that of the Prince - and matters of Kindred law. Your ultimate stamp of approval is needed to keep these things running smoothly, after all." He reflected a moment on the Primogen's question about territories, then answered that one as well: "As I see it, your Clan's territory will remain constricted while it is confined to a single ward in Kingston-upon-Thames. The Chantry in the north of the borough would not abide by Brujah expansion onto its turf, after all. Your people would be more in their element when they are closer to the front lines - able to watch out for enemies, and having a personal stake in the Domain's defence." A wry expression came to his face. He realised that he was admitting that the change might put some of the Brujah in harms way, but George wasn't stupid, and honesty was generally speaking the best policy with his clan. They tended to respect that. "I'm not telling you to give up on Grove Ward because that'd make things far too easy on the Chantry. I suggest that you drive a bargain for it with them when they eventually want to claim Kingston for themselves, as some of them surely wish to do. Or you can hold on to it as a final redoubt when things go wrong in the East. It is up to you." Edited by Alarik, Saturday, 15. February 2014, 20:14.
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| George Henry Harris | Saturday, 15. February 2014, 21:23 Post #10 |
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George smiled at Jhael, apparently pleased that he liked the tea and cookies. "Well, you're welcome." He listened and nodded, but frowned at the part of his people needing to see him representing them. What else was he doing ? "I am putting my best ideas forward, the way I word them might not be pleasing to the ear, but you get those nicely-worded ones often enough, I think... I may not be the best representative but I do try to get my people to see I'm doing what I do for them and not for me..." The tale about Paddy and his short but eventful trip to the North seemed to shock him... visibly. He just sat for a while contemplating and probably utterly horrified at the thought what that could cause... Then he spoke. "I could try to help you, yes. However I can't guarantee giving you my support on every matter, as both my conscience and my duty for the clan have to taken into consideration. I hope that wouldn't be a problem for you... I'm no expert at law and as I said there might be decisions you take I can't support, just saying in advance..." When the matter of territory was mentioned he smiled cynically before delivering a speech about that particular theme. "Sure, we might be closer to the East then, but what if another threat happens to... well, happen in another far away part of the city while we're still busy there ? Besides what if we weren't enough to actually be able to hold the fief ? Because, as I tried to tell Mr. Hamilton, we are where the front line is, always in the midst of battle... We keep the streets free of your enemies, yet we don't get the credit for it... We put everything we have on stake every night, you know ?" After that, he smile apologisingly and then after a bit he got serious again, discussing the results. "Sorry, got into a bit of a speech. Fact is I can try to be your honest man and I can help you, indeed... But I'd ask you to give me a written contract, just for my successor in case I somehow shouldn't make it through all that..." |
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| Alarik | Sunday, 16. February 2014, 01:45 Post #11 |
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The Prince raised his right eyebrow slightly while George waxed on about the vigilance and sacrifices of Clan Brujah. He knew that George kept more attention to the goings-on in Camden and Enfield than most Texas volunteer minutemen did watching their southern border. He wasn't so sure about the rest of his clan, however. People like Ares and Sakhr had barged in making big promises, but had delivered little. And Alarik couldn't help but wonder how many of the Domain's Brujah were really Anarchs - or worse. "I can't recognise what I haven't yet heard about", he thus replied in a sympathetic tone of voice. "The new honours are really for people like you - people who selflessly guard the border, and keep us safe. Modesty might keep your clan from being ... under-appreciated, at present. For example, Elysium is buzzing with Mr. Konstantinos' encounter with the Grand Harpy, but we never hear about his military exploits." Half-jokingly, he added: "Perhaps I should send a Toreador bard to accompany you in the field. To put some of your deeds into song and poetry." He continued more seriously, saying that "I'll be happy to draw up a contract for your perusal. When we've agreed on the final text, a signed copy will be filed with the Grand Harpy. Allowances will be made for decisions that impact on Clan Brujah's vital interests and decisions that may impact your Humanitas, your conscience, if you will." He recrossed his legs, ready to move on to the next topic. "Shall we discuss the bounty that has been placed on the head of the Anarch vandal?" |
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| George Henry Harris | Sunday, 16. February 2014, 17:29 Post #12 |
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A bard ? Now he must be joking, we aren't in the Middle Ages after all... Perhaps I should have left that rant where it belonged... in my head. Anyway, it's too late for that now... George thought about the matter of Ares and nodded with a sigh. That matter was perhaps more complicated than anyone except for Ares and the harpy knew, but it didn't matter now. "Ares is a complicated matter, I think... As it is, there haven't been any noticeable engagements until the ones I'm planning are executed. Perhaps he was just frustrated and for some reason vented on the harpy not knowing who she was... But that isn't important now, I guess, as the question of modesty isn't... What is important now, is the future and the goal we think on achieving..." As the meeting for the final text and certain... allowances were mentioned, George smile approvingly. "Well, I'd be happy to meet with you for the final text at any time and it pleases me greatly that you're willing to make allowances for my conscience." Then the smile vanished and he began with his opinion in a matter-of-factly voice with a frown showing he clearly was worried about this and the implications it might have. "Well, with all due respect, the bounty is, in my opinion at least, not really a favourable thing to do. I think it just encourages people like that man to do bigger deeds of mischief, as you've proven to them you're quite easy to call a bounty on them for rather minor things. Besides it might just give those of them who don't particularly like us a reason to hate us even more which might come to work against us quite desastrously in the situation we're having with the Easterners and Blackwood... Fact is, at least from my point of view, we can't afford trouble with them." |
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| Jhael | Sunday, 16. February 2014, 17:43 Post #13 |
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The pale young ghoul tried to stay quiet and polite with his tea, but something that was said made him press his knuckle to his mouth in a muffled choke. He glanced away, dabbing his napkin to his lips. Why must his boss only display humor at the most inconvenient times? Putting the napkin down, he briefly touched his fingertips to brow to hide his face while he tried hard not to imagine Dove being sent to sing along behind Mr. Harris' SWAT team like that bard in the Monty Python Holy Grail scene. Brave, brave, brave Sir Harris! Oh, god. Jhael choked again, thumped his chest and stared at the wall. Breathed a crumb down the wrong tube. That's it. |
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| Alarik | Sunday, 16. February 2014, 18:17 Post #14 |
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The Prince hoped that he could settle some of the Primogen's concerns: "Seneschal Henderson and I have discussed the Blackwood matter with the Baron, and we've secured her cooperation. In fact, she's personally travelling to the United States, so that she might find leads on Blackwood amongst the Californian Anarch community." He shrugged. He'd been opposed to the idea of Nora leaving town, but had been overruled. And if she turned up something valuable, well, then that might just break the case wide open. "She also owes me a major boon on account of some unrelated matter and, in the case of Primogen Dubhurr, has seen my willingness to punish high-ranking Camarilla officials who act against the Anarch community. These things, taken together, should provide plenty of leverage to offset any 'upset' that might occur when an Anarch is brought in for questioning. In fact, given her own desire for detente, I think she would approve." He'd noticed Jhael's uncouth disgorging of fluids from his mouth, glaring daggers at the young man before he continued in a harsher tone of voice: "My policy towards the Anarchs is one of accommodation, not of appeasement. The Anarchs will not respect a weak Prince who lets one of the more rebellious amongst their number get away with hostile acts in the name of a one-sided friendship. The carrot and the stick must be wielded if they are to be lured back into the fold." He leaned forward and searched for George's eyes as he continued earnestly: "My Sire taught me the value of the disproportionate response. Consequently, I will repay acts of loyalty ten times over. Simultaneously, I know that our enemies must never just be slighted - they must be crushed. Utterly. When this anarch is brought in for questioning, we will see just how deep the rabbit hole goes. And after that, I may choose to be merciful." |
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| George Henry Harris | Sunday, 16. February 2014, 19:19 Post #15 |
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George thought on the matter again, nodding while absent-mindly starting to draw circles on a piece of paper. before after a while tenting his hands and speaking his mind. "Well, the point, at least as I see it, isn't her cooperation with you, but the fact that there might be people who don't see it as desirable how the current thing between our sects are, you know ? Getting one of them just because he painted a dick on Blythe House would make the Anarchs, most of them at least, suspicious and could lead to them trying to break away...or worse. I'm not doubting you can be merciful but getting that man dragged in for questioning would send a signal that we don't trust them and the questioning might just be a cover for sending him back as a sleeper and that might make them upset and unruly..." Pausing to let the words have an effect he broke the train of thought and then started another. "Granted, we have a good-working relationship with the current Baron, but I don't want to think of the things that could happen when they decide to replace her with someone who thinks they should have more rights and everything, you know ? As I said if that happened I wouldn't like to open a third front, as we do have, in my opinion, already enough on our minds in that regard..." Finishing the sentence he looked at the ceiling in thought, then focused back on the Prince while summarising his thoughts and worries. "That said, I'd say we'd be careful when it comes to getting that man, just in case some choose to hide him somewhere, which they might do... In the end you're the Prince and your order counts but I'd be careful not to give them too much reason for a revolt as we don't need that and people like this painter know that..." |
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| Alarik | Tuesday, 18. February 2014, 02:41 Post #16 |
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"I don't trust them - and I don't want them to think that I do", Alarik replied in a tone that betrayed some mild amusement. "The more rebellious amongst the Anarchs are a fickle lot. They won't hesitate to act against a Prince who tries to make himself beloved amongst the moderates - indeed, they may become more motivated to act against such a Prince - but they'll think twice before acting while they fear some kind of punishment." He made a throw-away gesture with his hand and let out a breathless sigh. "That said... I do accept your council, and will work hard to prevent hostilities from breaking out. I'd like it if you could help me, actually, by permitting Mr. Lockhart and his friends to chase after this individual. I agree that he should be careful - taking in the suspect while he is away from the Tripper or the Dream, and preferably somewhere outside of Anarch-controlled territory." |
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| George Henry Harris | Tuesday, 18. February 2014, 20:12 Post #17 |
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Listening to the words of his guest George nodded, seeing the point he tried to make but he couldn't help to advise caution again, just in case the worst case became true. "The real problem might be that they might unite against the threat you seem to them and getting the wanted out by force might get costly, if they choose to hide him and fight it out... And as we'd be on the front as always, I can't say I'd like that very much, if you get me..." Raising from his seat he started circling around the room, coming to stop at the window, speaking as he looked out and into the night. "I'll see what I can do to help, though our resources are pretty much bound in fighting the Easterners and I can hardly afford releasing Ronnie from this duty to have him bounty-hunting... I'll have a talk with him about this and then we'll go on from that point..." Even though he hid it well, a faint hint of displeasure was still noticeable. It was obvious he didn't like the idea of going to the North and look for an offender in his own territory very much. |
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| Alarik | Wednesday, 19. February 2014, 02:19 Post #18 |
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Alarik didn't think that George was very good at hiding his displeasure, but wasn't going to reproach him for it. He concluded that he might not be able to use members of Clan Brujah for this particular task. As this didn't seem like something for the pair of deputy sheriffs, he decided that he might have to sic his loyal Malkavian on the case instead. Unless, of course, George really was going to confer with Ronnie. "Please let me know the outcome of your conversation with Mr. Lockhart", he said calmly, before moving on to the final subject that had been put on the nights' informal agenda. "You raised concerns about the amount of 'paperwork' that is being put before the council. I agree with you that the present situation is not optimal - and would like to address it in two steps. First, by explaining how the present situation came to be, and second, by suggesting a possible solution." He hoped that he wouldn't lose George's attention, as the reasons behind the current situation required a bit of exposition: "As you well-remember, my predecessor was deposed because of his disregard for the Primogen Council. As Ventrue Primogen, I advised him to take the council seriously, only to be ignored. I resolved that night that I should not make the same mistake, and still believe that London is too important to be run by the whims of one man alone." While Alarik wouldn't debase himself by pretending to be a bourgeois democrat, he could honestly say that he was striking a blow for plutocracy. This appealed to his mortal instincts, and had a purely pragmatic reason: he just wasn't old or experienced enough to dominate London by himself. An Elder Prince could afford to be aloof. Alarik could not. "At the same time, it has proven impractical to call regular Council meetings to discuss the myriad of administrative topics that I have to deal with while running the Blythe House. I understand your suggestion that additional council meetings should be called, but worry that these might be seen to lack legitimacy. You and Seneschal Henderson would be present, as would the new Ventrue Primogen, but I cannot honestly say that the Primogen Rivers, Kane and Dubhurr would be able to consistently attend. "Sending out letters has the benefit of conferring legitimacy on the procedure: every Primogen will have received the information, and has been given ample time to respond. If they do not, they cannot later complain that they were not consulted, or that the interests of their clan were not sufficiently taken into account when a decision was made. It thus protects the integrity of the decision-making process, as well as the unity of the Council." It also meant that Primogen would have to sit down and compose a letter before they uttered their opinions, making it less likely that clan representatives would act on this or that policy proposal while in the throes of frenzy. But it was hardly polite to point that out to George. "The workload will naturally taper off when a basic framework for governance has been put in place. But - it would be convenient if I could be certain that the Council trusted me to be able to take care of certain items where I would now feel the need to consult. For expediences' sake." |
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| George Henry Harris | Sunday, 23. February 2014, 21:09 Post #19 |
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So it's all about getting him and a peaceful solution is off the table, it seems... No, if it has to be, I'd rather try catching him myself, that wouldn't put my kin in danger... George thought a while about allowing Ronnie to go to the North. After that, he tensed a bit, but spoke. "I can put my personal aversion beside and actually get to the North myself to catch that Anarch, if Your Highness regards it as necessary for the stability of the domain..." Having said that, he thought about the thing with the paperwork which had been brought up. After a while he nodded. "From that perspective it makes sense, but there are many who see the paperwork, the forms for new arrivals for example, as unnecessary harassment. They might fear too much paperwork will get them into a giant hamsterwheel of bureaucracy and I can understand them. There might be people at the council who fear if you got too much power, you could abuse it and that's why they might be reluctant to give you any more than they feel they have to... Politics are difficult after all and more so in a society of power-hungry monsters..." |
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| Alarik | Monday, 24. February 2014, 02:19 Post #20 |
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Alarik wasn't quite sure what had persuaded George to change his mind. The confidence by which he had tried to move on to the next subject? Perhaps. Either way, he was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. "That would be very much appreciated, Primogen Harris", he thus said, curious to learn how the man would proceed to capture this Anarch. "I would agree with you about the paperwork for new arrivals, if it hadn't proven itself to be effective already", the Prince retorted. "Several problem cases have been weeded out before they were granted Hospitality. Paris, in particular, has a habit of dropping illegal progeny and uneducated Kindred in my lap. And the references allow me to verify that Kindred are who they say they are. Once Kindred have been granted Hospitality it is far more difficult to dislodge them. And as we are undying beings, they might be here for a very long time." He shrugged and replied to the second aspect to George's comments, the balance of power between the Council and the Prince. He noted the vagueness by which the Brujah spoke about 'people' in the Council, and decided to probe a little further. "Well, it is up to a majority of the Primogen to decide what the proper balance is between Executive authority and Council privileges. I am curious to learn where you stand on this issue, Primogen Harris." |
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