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A Clean Arrangement; ATTN Jason B. Dahlgren
Topic Started: Saturday, 19. April 2014, 01:36 (468 Views)
Alarik
"Papers, Please."
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The following typewritten letter is delivered to Jason B. Dahlgren by ghoul courier:




To: His Lordship, Sir J. B. Dahlgren

From: His Highness, Alarik Blücher, Prince of London



Subject: Releasing Miss M. Hauke into your custody



London, 19 April 2014


Dear Sir Dahlgren,

This letter serves to bring your attention to the fact that a Norwegian aquaintance of yours, one Miss Malia Hauke, Kindred of Clan Ventrue, has been taken into my custody.

She revealed to me that she is visiting this Domain to pursue a personal vendetta against your person, intending to "make [your] unlife a living hell" and making you "a bitter and disillusioned bastard".

While the charges against her person would merit her immediate expulsion from my Domain, I am prepared to release her into your custody, to do with her as you see fit. While I do not mean to charge a boon for her release, I do ask that you ensure that she does not make further trouble for the Camarilla in this Domain through seditious libel, agitation against the peace, etc.

I am prepared to discuss this matter in Elysium, granting you safe passage through Camarilla-held territory for the purpose of these talks. You may also direct a written reply to me at the following address:

  • Postbox 371 - (AB)
    23 Blythe Road
    London Borough of Hammersmith and Fulham
    London
    United Kingdom


Hoping that this matter may be resolved amicably, I remain.

Yours Sincerely,

Alarik Blücher
Prince of London

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At some point during the next evening a letter has found its way to Blythe house.

To: A. Blücher, Prince
From: J. B. Dahlgren

Subject: Releasing miss M. Hauke

London, 20 April 2014

Sir Blücher.

I would not go as far as calling that immature brat an acquaintance of mine, although I do know the individual in question and am well aware of her misguided views and ideas concerning my person.

I am, however, surprised that you would bother contacting me as the last interaction I had with your office left me with the impression that there was no interest in civilized dealings. As such I must post the question as to why you would bother handing her over to my custody, as I fail to see what benefit that might serve you as surely there is nothing I can do to her that you can't just as easily do yourself seeing as, from what has been written, I feel it safe to assume that she is currently in your custody.

I fear I must also decline your offer of visiting Elysium on Camarilla grounds. In my experience those in power are not always too inclined to follow the rules of neutrality such places offers and those of your lineage are well known for their powers of, let's call it "persuasion".

If you so wish I am inclined to partake in a skype meeting or a telephone conference as I prefer to keep to my kind's own turf.


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Alarik
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No interest in civilised dealings? That quaint remark had sent the Prince of London towards his archives, which contained a record of the original 'letter of application' and a summary of the subsequent phonecall between Mr. Dahlgren and his Chief Executive Assistant, as well as the more recent information on the Norwegian Gangrel.

The man had apparently taken offence at being called to arrange a visit, after so neatly providing all the forms that would normally accompany such a thing. Alarik didn't see why the Gangrel could be offended at his staff forming Standard Operating Procedure for new Kindred but, alas, the opinions of a Kindred weighed more heavily than the dignity of his ghoul.

That same night, Jhael was forced to drop his pants and rest over Alarik's lap as he received a thorough spanking with his Domitor's flat palm and then, to draw blood, another beating with 'The Thing' in the same area. The paddle, covered as it was with sharp splinters, duly drew blood, allowing the Prince to state with all honesty that his minion had been punished.

Though he expected that Jhael didn't mind it all too much, given the feeding session that followed. It was hard to resist such a broken, whimpering, bleeding little thing.




To: His Lordship, Sir J. B. Dahlgren

From: His Highness, Alarik Blücher, Prince of London



Subject: Re: Releasing Miss M. Hauke



London, 20 April 2014


Dear Sir Dahlgren,

It troubles me deeply that you have such a negative impression of my intentions for this Domain. At this point, I can assure you that the impertinent ghoul who contacted you has been severely punished for his transgression.

It seems to me that this situation is best resolved through direct communication. If you call Blythe House this night or tomorrow night at any time after midnight, but before sunrise, you will be connected to my own telephone.

Yours Sincerely,

Alarik Blücher
Prince of London

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Hm, not exactly what he had expected. Just as well that there was no one there to take notice of the arched eyebrow as the Gangrel read the latest letter, contemplating whether or not to actually make that call before settling on giving it a shot.

Picking up his cellphone, the Swede leaned back into the comfortable seat of his study and waited for it to be patched through.
German, wasn't he? The Prince that was. Ought to be interesting. Not to mention he still had no clue why the Prince was even bothering to contact him in the first place about the Ventrue bitch.... No, no he shouldn't be thinking about all the ways that woman agitated him when he was about to have a civilized (hopefully) conversation with the current Prince of London.
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After a brief conversation with a gruff security type, the Gangrel was patched on to another phone. The sound quality of the antique rotary dial phone the Prince used was mediocre, but he could still hear the soft tones of Rachmaninoff in the background as they spoke.

"Sir Dahlgren. Good to talk to you. This is Blücher", a voice with a distinct Germanic accent said.
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"Good evening, Prince Blücher" he wasn't about to call him His Highness, but he would otherwise call him by his title. He wasn't out to pick a fight now was he? However, nor was he interested in indulging in small talk so rather than get caught up in that, the Swede cut to the core of the matter. "You still have Miss Hauke in your possession I take it?"
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"I do", the Prince admitted. "She was taken in after threatening to unleash a new anarch revolt in London, as well as to defame me, personally."

Sir Dahlgren was an elder, and a gangrel at that. It seemed wise to just lay his cards on the table, rather than trying to soothe the man with lies and evasions. As he was an elder, he would probably see right through it. And as he was a gangrel, the diplomatic subtleties would probably be lost on him, anyway.

"My policy between the anarchs and the other Camarilla of this Domain has been one of détente. I've maintained good relations with the Baron, have punished my own men when they have transgressed against the anarchs and have respected traditional rights and privileges."

Despite the direct orders of a Justicar, at that. But it was not wise to share that particular bit of information.

"However, I have no intention to let threats against the peace or against me, personally, slide. Left unchecked, Miss Hauke is a disruptive influence, who would no doubt use her time in London to make the both of us as miserable as she can.

"I would dispose of her myself, but that would risk creating a martyr, sparking the very conflict that she'd like to see. I would exile her to Norway, but then there is still a chance that she might return. My final option is to give her over to you. Which raises the question of what it is that you would do with her, if you were to be granted that opportunity?"
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He listened quietly before answering the man, revealing little to nothing in his tone of voice except the demeanor of a man used to talking business and keeping his cards close to heart.
"What has happened and might happen between Miss Hauke and myself is personal and as such not something I feel inclined to discuss" it wasn't meant to be rude, although it might be perceived as such, merely honest and straight forward. Which, surprisingly enough perhaps, was normally how he conducted his business.

"I can tell you this though, should you decide to dispose of her, then you'll have far bigger problems than any small stains she might've caused your reputation with her threats. And no, that is not be threatening you. That is me warning you, as I am confident the Anarchs will not look kindly at such an act over something as insignificant as a as a little child throwing a temper tantrum because daddy told her no" which, in the big picture, Maila was in his eyes, despite her big words.
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The Prince didn't mind Sir Dahlgren's refusal to discuss the past between him and the neonate under his control. After all, he'd already coaxed everything that there was to know out of her during her interrogation. The thought of releasing Malia without any assurances as to what might happen to her, though, seemed laughable. And threats (after the Prince had just said he didn't want to make her a martyr) seemed so... superfluous.

The Ventrue sighed in a manner that seemed almost bored. He wasn't going to give the other man the pleasure of showing his irritation at the threat. After all, he could've killed off the brat silently and denied any and all accusations. Contacting this other anarch was a kindness towards the anarch community at large, really, even if it was not a kindness towards Malia.

"Sir Dahlgren, I am prevailing upon you to be part of a peaceful solution to this unfortunate situation, but you are by no means indispensable. If you are not comfortable accepting the simple terms that I set for her release into your custody, I will explore other options at my disposal. I considered this overture to you a kindness - as she is your stated enemy, too."
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"And what would you like me to say then? That I'll take full responsibility for her? That I will kill her? That I will torpor her? That I will otherwise punish her or have a sit down and talk things out?" now honestly... "Miss Hauke is an impetuous little child with grand ideas and not enough guts to go through with it. If she's handed over to me then I will deal with her as I see fit once I've assessed the situation, though as I have already stated, I have no desire to discuss those details with anyone. Whatever slight exists in her mind between her and me is not something that will be bettered or dealt with through a third party" he lifted a hand to scratch a claw-like nail across a brow.

"Now, if you prefer to handle things yourself, you are of course welcome to do so as that is perfectly within you power" whether or not he thought it was within his right he didn't say, as the fact remained that it was within the Prince' power to do as he pleased. It wasn't Jason's job, after all, to ensure good relations between the Prince of London and the Anarchs.
The simple fact was, that for all he wanted to rip the woman's head off, he was well aware that she wasn't as big a threat as she made herself out to be and as such he could handle her. Whether or not he'd handle her sooner or later did not matter so much. He would, eventually, handle her.

"I am not trying to cause a scene, Prince Blücher. Just like you, I am merely stating what I am willing and not willing to do. If that means you rather handle things yourself, then so be it. Otherwise, I will take her off your hands and deal with her as I see fit"
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Any of the options that Sir Dahlgren had mentioned sarcastically would've been fine with Alarik, as they would've dealt with the problem they were both facing. He couldn't claim to understand the man's reticence to agree to terms, but then, he generally struggled to follow anarch logic. In the good old days, the renowned psychiatrist Andrei Snezhnevsky would probably have diagnosed the lot of them with slow progressive schizophrenia.

"I understand your position and thank you for your clarity, Sir Dahlgren", the Prince just said, having no intention of handing over a dangerous prisoner without any guarantees or safeguards. "Now, unless there is anything else that you would like to discuss, I would bid you a good night."
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Strangely enough perhaps, there hadn't even been a touch of sarcasm in his tone of voice as it remained the same it had been throughout the entire conversation. Oh, well.

"Then good night, Prince Blücher. And best of luck with the brat" he quite frankly did not envy the man having to deal with the woman.
Unless anything else was said though, there would be a pause before the phone would be hung up and the call ended.
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The Prince had hoped that the anarchs' supposed secrecy had been a bluff. Alas, it was not so. After a moments' hesitation, he placed the shining black horn back onto the main rotary dial station, terminating the connection.
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