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| I Follow No Leader; Conversation Between Tory Scott and Dandelion | |
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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 22. April 2014, 20:57 (208 Views) | |
| Dandelion | Tuesday, 22. April 2014, 20:57 Post #1 |
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"I don't care about the Barony. And that I follow no leader. Not even a Baron." "Won't begrudge anyone not caring. Care's hard to come by these nights. But if you don't mind me sayin', if you don't follow the leaders of the Anarchs, love, 'ow are you an Anarch?" "That's a nice question." "I ask the best questions in all of Bath, love. But I take it this isn't one I'll get an answer to. Or may be there isn't an answer yet? No matter. The fact remains--even an Anarch who ain't keen on other Anarchs needs a territory to live in. And if said territory goes on much longer without a Baron to claim it, well, it's not like to be an Anarch territory for much longer, now is it? So, Miss Scott, are you going to do something about this lick of a problem, or are you planning on moving soon?" "Why don't you just go ask someone else? Why me and not... whatever. What makes you think I'm the right person? Listen, I don't care. I don't trust anybody to make this bunch of punk wannabes move. Hell, I /don't/ give a shit if they move or not. I look for my own, that's what you want for a Baron? That's the kind of dude you want help you choose a new head honcho? The only reason I stand here is because it allows me to skip all the Camarilla bureucracy, nothing more. You really must be desperate to seek the help of someone like me." "I plan to ask someone else. As many someone else's as I can lay 'ands on. I am desparate, because you lot are desparate. If the Barony stays this way, it'll be swallowed up by neighbors, and then a whole Camarilla of bureucracy'll land right on your 'ead, I promise you. That or shovel'eads. 'Ow will you and your own like that? And yes, that's the 'dude' I ask for 'elp, seeing as that 'dude' knows 'er way about the domain, 'as two scant of a dozen decades experience not getting 'et and is Velvet's bloody childe." Be her alive, her heart would've raced furiously in her chest and her face would be but a colourless representation of her features. But her pupils did narrow like those of a cat, and her lungs exhaled a blast of air even if they didn't need it. The worms stirred in her belly, full of fear and rush. Did she know it? Hardly two months had passed since Velvet faced the sun and her centenary ashes polluted the air on the riverside of river Tajo. She was painfully aware of her earrings now, the jaundiced fangs of the fallen Brujah. Would she notice it? Had she... done it wrong? Now the worms screamed guilt. Velvet tried to kill them. Velvet almost killed them. Then again... They had sold her to the Camarilla. And she was a valuable member of the Anarch community. The same community she claimed to care about... Before. She clenched her jaw, biting the worms, squeezing them between her teeth and making them stop. Velvet was a bitch. Velvet was a bad mother. Velvet was dead, and dead for good. She turn her back on her though, for some reason, she stood still instead of just walking away from the woman. "They didn't move a finger when this all started. They didn't want to fight for themselves before, when our fate rested on Lenora's idle lap. The Blucher takes our grounds? They deserve it. This wasn't my city when I tried to defend it before Penvellyn ran away and left us alone with the Camarilla. This wasn't my city when none wanted to listen to me. This wasn't my city when none wanted it to be mine. Neither it'll be now that they need me to save their asses. You ask me, I'll leave London before Alarik can put a finger on the North and call us his bitches. Go find someone else." If the woman noticed Tory's emotional response, it wasn't apparent. At least not from behind the scarf and glasses. "Miss Scott, I swear, if it comes down to us trying to stir a rabble that can't be arsed to bare a fang to keep their own land, I'll say sod off as fast and as 'ard as you just did. But there's such as Gar 'ere, and enough civic pride in Enfield that some bloke setup 'is own Elysium. And I won't push you to Baronhood if you 'ate the idea--I only asked as you fit best. Forged in war, a leader many a time over, and aged for it twice as well as the neighbor Prince. But if you won't step up, won't you at least lend a claw to support someone trying to keep this place free from bureaucracy?" "How the..." fuck did she know so much about her? The thought made her frown. "Y'know what? Nevermind. I'm done. London will survive without me." And like that, she walked away. But before she got out of earshot, a cheerful voice came from behind her. "Ah. I see. Well, then you're pretty much exactly like the fuckers you were just ranting about, now aren't you? Not lifting a finger to fight while your fate 'angs in the balance. Don't you foist this off. You live in a city, you defend it--that's a claim love. Blucher takes your grounds, then you deserve it. Sure you can skip the aggro by running off somewhere else with your tail between your legs, 'anding a 'ard won domain to the Cammies on a platter. I'd reccomend a place other'n Bath though! We don't much take to cowards." "Are you call...? Gah, fuck it. Look; you find a good bet for Baron, you call me. Then I'll go and parrot whatever you say. Your wish has been granted! Now step the fuck off already." "Pleased to 'ear it Miss Scott. I didn't think you were. And be sure, they'll be a fucking Baron if I have to 'old down the god damned fort myself until someone proper shows up. In the meantime, stepping the fuck off with pleasure. You 'ave a fine night, love." |
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