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The Man Who Is Wasting His Time (Open: Night); Hospitality Club
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"Tragically for you a moistoned bink laying in a pond has lobbed a scimitar at me."

The small gangrel leans on the pool cue and regards Vanth with red-brown eyes. He doesn't seem perturbed in the slightest by the Holy Grail reference and in fact is grinning under his gray van dyke. He was really much easier to talk to when a conversation didn't start off with being rude to him and trying to claim he set up an ambush.

"Since you have a sense of humor I'm going to hope Jason overlooks your use of a discipline here. I realize technically it can't be an Elysium because that's a Prince privilege, but frankly people need a safe neutral place around here to talk without worrying about mortals. I'm Rhys Jonathan Gar and you are the sire of the little Jewish vampire from assembly, the one who took Aguirre away after she was staked, yes? It's THAT kind of travesty that I'm trying to avoid seeing again."

He sips his drink and regards Jason to see if the other Gangrel plans to eject or punish the tall figure for his violation of the Hospitality Club. He figured the place was new enough that it would take some time before people figured out how everything worked. But then, he wasn't the owner. It all depended on Jason and his choices.
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Vanth ignored the remark about the use of Disciplines. If this Jason was going to make trouble about it, well, he could always use some more Disciplines! The Malkavian was high on hobo-blood, and wouldn't at all mind a repeat of the earlier 'travesty'. This anarch infighting was all pretty hilarious, really.

Having the madman chip in would, then, complicate matters further?

"I'm gonna call you Johnny", he decided, not quite sure how Rhys might be turned into a diminuitive. A rhyslet? No. Too complicated. He propped his chin up with his hand while his elbows rested on the edge of the bar, about to pontificate:

"Anyway, Johnny, the thing about seizing power is that you gotta do it the right way. You can pull a Scar o course, but the King is in his castle and the Queen has buggered off to who knows where. Makes it difficult. Gotta have a plan. Something to make you Spokesrebel Numero Uno in the eyes of all of us northerners. Either that, or a lot of little planlets. Nose to the grindstone."

He licked his lips slowly, giving attention to his fangs, which glinted in the soft light of the club. He turned around swiftly, then, resting on his back and allowing his head to fall off the edge, craning his neck so that he could look at Gar and the pool table upside-down.

"My loyalty can be bought pretty easy. Get me and my fortunetelling Jew boy off the hook with the fucking cammie scum and I'm all yours. Baron-support-wise, that is. I'll be eternally grateful, and the others will see that you're a fixer. Y'know. Fixing things."
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"Without the position of Baron from which to offer the Prince something, that might be a bit hard. I'm going to assume you didn't sire him in the legal manner from the Camarilla perspective, is there MORE to the story than just that?"

Mr. Gar would protect Vanth's right to Sire as he saw fit. The Anarchs didn't need Mr. Blucher's permission to produce their own offspring and any Sire/Childe relationship was strictly considered under the Anarch guidelines. But without a Baron that issue could get... muddled. Especially if the Prince wanted to push the issue of territories and domains. Without a strong Baron to push back Vanth could be in a bad spot.

"If I chose to take and sire a childe, I wouldn't be asking Blucher for permission to do it. Nor filling out his paperwork. If that's what you're asking. Nor would I expect anyone else to do the same. Unless they were risking the Masquerade with their choices. Course, if I were Baron I might ask to have those possibilities run by me first. But it's an intimate choice, and each Clan has it's own criteria."

Mr Gar sipped his drink slowly, his red-brown eyes glittering in thought from deep within his leathery skull. He was a small man, this Vanth towered over the barely 5' Gangrel. For all that the Baron-who-would-be wasn't too concerned. THIS was a politicking, a clear and solid example of it. And he could respect that. Vanth wanted to know what Gar would do for him, and Gar was willing to tell him. He'd protect the Malkavian and his rights sire as he chose.
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Jason drew his breath, pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a quiet sigh. Dear God, today's youth was...

"Get off the counter" he said simply, calmly even. "Feet on the floor, your behind on a chair like a civilized being" didn't seem he was about to throw him out, though he would have some manners in his establishment, otherwise there would be trouble.

"It's pretty simple" he finished his drink.
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Yuki meeps softly at the sudden appearance of...what exactly? A Cheshire Cat wannabe? A very rude one at that.

Is this how Gaijin behave in other people's home? ..well, okay, not a home, a club. Still, a bit of propriety and respect for other people's property shouldn't be -too- much to ask for should it?

But evidently it is to this specimen, of course judging by the way he talks and acts that's the point, this one likes riling people up, most likely out of some form of antisocial personality failing. Well, it would have to be, it's hardly normal behaviour. Some sort of trauma from the past or is this one of the 'moon-touched' Father spoke of? The crazy ones.

The small, slender young woman takes a step to the side, observing the boy with a contemplative expression.
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She looks to be in her early twenties.
Those with an interest in Manga may recognise her as 'MissMatch' a noted illustrator in the business.
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"Of course there's more to it" Vanth said with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, without elaborating on the particulars of the event. Spilling that the Jew boy had been the Princes' slave right off the bat might put the prospective Baron off, after all.

Jason's order, though, had him turn his head with curiosity. He was in the midst of plotting how he might sit on a chair in the most uncivilised manner possible when his lilac eyes were drawn to the more fragile creature that had just taken a step to the side. It had meeped, and didn't look quite at ease.

As she stared into the abyss, the abyss stared back.

"Never seen anyone evaporate before?" he purred, drawing his legs over his head and doing a roll that had him land between the bar and the pool table, facing away from Johnny.

In the blink of an eye and with apparent ease, he leapt to close the distance between himself and Yukiko Miyazaki. Now clearly invading her personal space, he continued to peer into her eyes, his nostrils flaring to take in the scent.

"You smell... fresh. Did your daddy bring you in as a midnight snack? Or are you being groomed to die young, hmmm?"
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"Master Jason is rather protective of his adopted daughter. If you wish to see tomorrow, I recommend you back up."

The small Gangrel sighed and regarded the tall figure calmly, then he purposefully extended to pool cue to extend it between Yuki and Vanth, waving it up and down like a wooden fence. Some vampires just couldn't help themselves. They smell a nervous mortal and they just got to play with it. Well, he could replace that with a nice dusty old crypt smell.

"Yuki, could you be a darling and pour me another glass. I haven't had a vintage this nice in quite a while. As long as you're father approves I enjoy savoring something that didn't come from a winos dirty neck."

The small figure stepped up and eased himself into position between Yuki and Vanth, tilting his head relatively far back to look at the man's face. He didn't seem uncomfortable with being so much shorter, in fact it didn't seem to bother him at all as he started leaning on the pool cue again.

"Look, I don't particularly care for Ventrue methods. I'm not a supporter of paperwork and I don't care much for the arrogant assumption that age equal superiority. So for all those reasons I'd be willing to go to bat for you on your right to chose a childe. But if there's a bombshell in works I gotta know about it BEFORE I start talking to the Prince otherwise my momentary surprise will come off as a weakness to his blue-blood nose and he'll push harder, just to make sure he starts off on the Right Footing. So, stop taunting the girl and let me know what kind of mess you stepped in so I can see about getting you washed clean, eh?"
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Good thing for the Lunatic that Gar stepped in between or they would've had a lot more trouble to deal with than someone's loose lips. The fact that the Gangrel's glass shattered in his hand as he tensed up, only stopping from going into over protective father mode due to Gar's intervention, ought to be a warning sign.

Regardless, he had a feeling the man currently toying with like a magpie jumping between cars, had no idea what he was actually doing, prodding a carefully caged monster the way he was.

As such, Jason nodded to Yuki, holding out an arm to welcome her into the corner of his arm in a protective manner as he spoke softly. Well, of course he'd allow her time to pour the glass before doing so though.
"Would you be a love and stay behind the counter for a little bit?" while the would-be Baron and the.. whatever the Hell he thought of himself -brat- had a little talk.

"I'll be right with you"
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"I have.."

..huh. That is actually a fairly impressive jump. Ofcourse now that she's -seen- him, heard him speak, observed him trying to goad Gangrel the way a child goads wild animals to see what they'll do.. not to mention the fact that he -wants- to scare her.. That's the point where people often end up running head first into a proverbial brick wall. What's infront of her isn't scary, it's actually a little sad, a weak mind trying to cope with it's own failings by victimizing others. No, she doesn't fear what she can see, she fears what's behind her, what lurks in the darkness, what she -can't- see, because reality can never quite manage to be as frightening as what the mind conjures up in the dark.

No, she has no reliable way to hurt him. No, she can't possibly -fight- him. Yes he could snuff out the flame of her life in the blink of an eye and there is very little she could do to stop it from happening. No, she has no magical powers to bring to bear on him, like he does. No, she has no extraordinary defences to save herself from his magic. He has the advantage in -every- single way...So what? He is just another bullying vampire subliminating his own weaknesses by targeting those even weaker than himself. It seems to be a trend. Yuki refuses to be bullied, even if it kills her. Is she scared? ..yes. Actually, she IS scared. Really scared. Not as scared as she was of the small Gangrel but pretty damn scared, 'legs pressing together and try really -HARD- not to wet yourself' scared. But she isn't backing down here.

"..not."

A slight adjustment of her glasses and a glance down at his pants..

Really?

Really Yuki? NOW!? You can't actually help yourself can you?

You're actually looking at his pants and contemplate 'checking the goods' while he tries to drive home the advantage he thinks he has by asking questions designed to underline the fact that he is a big, bad predator and she is weak, helpless prey.

"No. And no."

"..sir."

No call for being rude. ..actually, yes there is because he -exemplifies- rude. ..no need to sink to his level though.

Two brown eyes fix on the cue stick and blink owlishly then follow it's length to the small Gangrel.

..oh right. Speaking of scarier..

Although admittedly Father is there too, she..may have forgotten that for a moment and confidence briefly rears it's head until the scary, scary Gangrel moves in front of her and she steps back...with a squeek..

..yes, very nicely done..idiot..That will leave an impression for certain...Squeeking like a startled mouse when someone -helps- you. You are the model of courage for all young women to follow. -NOT-! Stupid girl.

"Um. Yes Father.."

Bow respectfully at the waist to her Father and scamper towards the bottle to pour the scary, scary man a drink then hide behind the counter as ordered, watching the proceedings with an expression of focused curiosity. ..well..-after- a quick hug for Jason and big 'Please be carefull!' eyes.
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The cracking of the glass, the waving of the pool cue and the manner in which the little mortal was instructed to retreat behind the bar were all highly interesting. It was tempting to haunt the girl further, but then, that would substituting his own short-term pleasures for his own survival. Johnny and Jason looked like srs bsns fighters and Vanth, well, his talents lay elsewhere.

That wasn't to say that their little human might not find herself alone and cornered in some dark alley at some point in the future. Humans were fragile like that, and had a tendency to wander when left to their own devices.

"My apologies, Master Jason" he thus said, performing an exaggerated bow and taking an imaginary hat into his hand while he provided this sneering apology. He wasn't quite sure what the bearded Kindred was a master of. His daughters, perhaps? Or was Johnny just using an antiquated politeness? Either way, it segued neatly into his inquiry, which was Very Relevant To His Interests.

He swirled about towards Johnny, then, "Speaking of Masters and bombshells, I would very much like to know where our prospective Baron stands on the institution of slavery, that is to say, the keeping of humans as pets. Not talking about Master Jason's daughter, of course. I'm sure that's completely above board."
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"My personal opinion is that mistreating a sentient creature you don't intent to kill immediately is a risky and self-destructive endeavor since you're creating an enemy for yourself. However, that said, there is no tradition that truly governs the treatment of kine aside from the one that dictates we remain hidden from them. As long as THAT tradition is in place a person's relationship to their herd is a personal affair. We're predators, as such predatory impulses are not uncommon."

It took him a few moments to consider his answer. He wasn't quite sure he knew what Vanth was asking, but personally if a few mortals were treated like slaves and servants, well, he wouldn't lose any real sleep over it. His concern was for the herd in general and the vampires who fed from it. Random mortals were only of interest to him when they belonged to a vampire, like Jason.

"Please don't taunt Jason. His temper is fierce and this is meant to be a place of peace and neutrality. We all have our triggers and buttons that send us sparking. That's just our natures."

The small bristling figure turns to Jason and smiles, patting his friend on the elbow.

"Perhaps Jason you should go check on Yuki and ensure she's okay, and take care of that glass. Wouldn't want you to cut yourself."

Yes, he was politicking. Just because he was a small goblin of a man didn't mean he didn't know how to defuse a situation. He wasn't sure why the aggressive accusations of Jelena had thrown him so far off his game, but he COULD handle troublesome people, when he was balanced and prepared for it. Perhaps he'd just been unprepared for such... assertive... claims of wrong doing right out of the gate from a total stranger.
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"Mmmmmyes."

Vanth looked thoughtfully at Johnny as he used a whole bunch of words that he didn't quite like, or even understand: tradition, peace, neutrality and all that. And come to think of it, Johnny-boy had assumed that the resolution to his troubles would be some kind of chit-chat with the Prince. Which was, really, not likely to help much at all. Best case, it'd remind the Chief Cam that he existed. Worst case, some kind of deal might be made. Tradition, peace and neutrality and all that.

Bad words. Brrrrr.

He smiled a broad smile. Innocent, he thought, though the way his eyes lingered on Yuki might just suggest otherwise.

"I'll be good."
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The red-brown eyes watching Vanth lacked trust. They also lacked much in the way of compassion. He raised one bushy gray eyebrow slowly and regarded the tall man in contemplation. He wondered if the other Anarchs would take him more seriously if he shredded someone. Proving that he should be taken seriously. He didn't particularly WANT to shred anyone at the given moment, but the Anarchs of London seemed to fail to grasp something significant. They were badly, badly, outnumbered. Three to one, and that was discounting the Sabbat, who would just as willingly wipe them out.

It was well and good to want to depose the Camarilla and force them to break the hierarchy of Elders. He'd even taken part in a few small wars, though as a mercenary he'd worked for both sides at one time or another. It was stupid however, to risk destroying the foothold the Anarchy had established in London because of impatience. Vanth at least was doing is part and creating a childe... speaking of which.

"Your Childe. Since there's a political... entanglement over his creation, are his political affiliations clear? If the Anarchs in London want to make progress in overthrowing the Camarilla control then they need to increase their numbers. Seduce members away from the Camarilla. At 3 to 1 odds a military solution isn't practical. You at least are taking steps to increase numbers. While I'm not one to advocate the shovelhead method that the Sabbat use, finding worthy Kine and turning them is a good step to bringing Anarchs up to parity... at which point a more aggressive solution COULD be an option."
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Vanth looked at Johnny-boy in a way that he didn't often show: dumbfounded, curiosity. As opposed to the more malevolent, predatory kind.

Sure, he'd been thinking about how Moshe was turning out. And he'd been wanting the prospective Baron to push for a more aggressive solution. But he'd been deliberately obtuse about it. Playing dumb. How could this Kindred know what he was thinking, unless he could somehow read his t------

Well fuck.

Rather than replying to the other Kindred, he just looked at him, all the while conjuring up the most disgusting Goatse images he could remember in his mind. Read that, biatch!
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Why the hell was the man staring at him like that? It had been a random logic based question. Logically the only reason the Camarilla would care about an Anarch siring a Childe was if the kine had been the property of a Camarilla... Why else would the Prince be bent out of shape? If that was the case, did the Childe want to go back or stay? ... How did this simple question warrant blank staring?

Gar sighed in confusion. He really didn't seem to communicate very well. He'd already asked this nameless tall vampire for additional details and not gotten them. Now he'd asked a pointed question and got stares instead. He was genuinely confused. He reached up with one gnarled hand and rubbed his bald pate, raising a bushy eyebrow and staring back at the man with his red-brown eyes.

This is the part where the conversation died he figured. He wondered if there WAS someone better for Baron than him... because he seemed to suck at it. At least this conversing part. He had thought he was doing pretty good but if the blank stares he was getting was any indication, then no... he wasn't very good at it. Some days it didn't pay to emerge from the earth...
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Jason had quietly, choosing to ignore the rather annoying Kindred, joined Yuki behind the counter. Offering a light touch of his hand on her shoulder and a quiet whisper of reassurance as he went about sorting bottles and tidying the place as if, despite his looks, he was just as comfortable behind a bar counter as behind a desk with his nose buried in his books.
Over the years he'd worn many masks and portrayed many roles. He wasn't picky, but he was protective, and there was zero chance of him letting Yuki out of his sight with that around. Because while normally a very level headed man with a calm heart, he wasn't as much so around his family. As when it came to family, he had lost too many to be able to brush of threats. Regardless of whether or not they were merely perceived threats or real ones.
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Unable to handle the blank staring any longer Gar shakes his head and walks back to the seat he had been sitting at when Jelena entered. He picked up his bowler cap and set it on his head, then picked up his cane. His gravelly voice was soft as he bid Jason and Yuki a good evening and walked out of the establishment.

If this night have proven anything to him, it was that he was unsuited to get involved in any politics higher than the Clan level. The Anarchs of London seemed pretty determined to remain independent and vulnerable and frankly there wasn't much he could do to stop that if they weren't willing to put in a little effort to make compromise a two way street.

Shrugging his heavy canvas coat back onto his slim small frame he turned and started humming softly as he walked out. A discerning ear might recognize the tune of Tom Waits "Black Rider" as he walked into the evening. So much for his political career. Then again, it had never suited him well to try and be polite anyway. He might just need to start shredding the individuals he ran across until they learned caution.
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Bidding Gar farewell asking that he come by again to talk some other evening, Jason turned to Yuki and whispered a few quiet words to the girl before turning towards what few people were still at the establishment.
"We're closing for the evening, please see yourself out" his tone of voice somehow managed to be both polite and at the same time suggesting that it wasn't really a suggesting.
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"Alright. Ta ta!" Vanth replied, sauntering out of the place with a high-handed wave.
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