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MARCH 8 - PISCES
You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
Echoes from the past ring back into London. Their intensity increases until they are deafening. What once was a faded memory of a glorious time, now becomes a shocking reality. The consequences of actions taken decades ago ripple into the present, altering the lives of everybody in the City. Unguided and blind, Kindred wander around, trying to make profit out of the reigning chaos.


The appearance of four mysterious figures turned the city upside down. Mistrust and jealousy became the official currency of London. Serpents and fiends rise to power, misdirecting the blaming eyes of the Camarilla towards imaginary enemies. Only those with clear vision and the ability to trust each other strive, while the rest run towards a shallow grave.



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Topic Started: Wednesday, 27. August 2014, 05:41 (658 Views)
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The night was clear and dry. The address led Corbin through the streets and towards the remains of a house. Scene had been cleared, the windows in the vicinity were new and shiny. Other parts of the houses had also been repaired. Didn't look too weird. But the address he'd been looking for was the house that stuck out like a rotten tooth under the watchful eye of a dentist. It was caged with a metal construction fence, the bits and pieces chained together and decorated with police tape. A sign had been put up on the fence.

'DO NOT ENTER, DANGER OF COLLAPSE!'

Behind that obstacle was his target. The burnt out remains of the Night Tripper. Most of the front was gone. Remains of walls showed where the building had once started. About one half of it was still there. The doorframes looked empty, some bits of door still in the hinges. The place had been cleaned, the more useful debris had been collected and taken away by now. A few pieces of rubble remained. Something looked like some sort of damaged stairs or ladder behind on of the blasted doors. But there was also movement. Was there? Nothing moved as he looked again.
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Corbin had the cab drop him off at the top of the street and he slowly made his way towards the address he was given. As he went his eyes searched the area thoroughly, being careful to not be too obvious about it. He didn't see anyone but he knew that didn't mean much. He had no idea who he was getting involved with here or what they were capable of. Even without seeing any signs he thought it safe to assume there were eyes on him already.

He approached the fenced in building that bore the address he was given. He looked at the state of the place and frowned, fishing in his pocket for his phone to verify the address. 'This can't be it,' he thought bitterly. A quick check of the text message verified it was though. Shoving the phone back into his pocket he took in the remains of the building before him again and sighed, 'Not exactly the Ritz Carton...'

Moving through the halfway closed gate he made his way up to where a door had once stood. The floors were rough and mostly charred and the husk of a building had a few scattered halogen work lights spread all around, all of them off. There was drywall dust, soot, and ash scattered around but for the most part someone had thoroughly cleaned the place. There was an array of old, battered workmen's tools left strewn around making it clear the place was in the process of being rebuilt. He wondered what significance this place played, if any, and why he had been told to meet here.

Corbin moved through the shadowy carcass of the old pub without a sound as he searched for any sign of... anything. "Hello?" Corbin called out into the eerily still night.

No reply.

"C'mon," Corbin grumbled. "We couldn't have met in a nice fully functional pub?" He said aloud to himself. Corbin turned and started walking towards another side of the building and almost tripped over an old painters bucket. He caught his balance but the bucket toppled over and clattered loudly across the unfinished floor before rolling to a stop near the remains what was once a bar.

"You could have at least left a damn light on," He added with a bitter growl. He knew he had ways to make the darkness around him a little easier to navigate but he never liked using his powers carelessly. If this was some kind of trap he'd want to be sure he had more than enough in the tank to make it out alive. At least that was his hope.

Just as he was about to give up and write it all off as an elaborate waste of his time something caught his eye. Behind a pair of doors that were barely clinging to their hinges he thought he saw a hint of light. He quickly made his way over and went through the doors, following the light until he came to a staircase that winded down into a basement area.

Corbin just stared down at the foreboding looking stone steps and the dimly lit corridor at the bottom of the stairs and shook his head. "Of course... deep down in the dark basement. Should have guessed," he added bitterly.

The humor was Corbin's way of dealing with his elevating levels of stress at the moment. Each step he took inside this destroyed building added to his trepidation and he conceded he had no idea what he was getting himself into. Pushing the thoughts from his mind he started down the steps at a cautious pace.




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"Could have, that'd mean there'd have to be some lights still workable. Which they ain't." The voice came from upstairs. Ellen waited for the guy to get up to her. She sat on the top of the stairwell. Her back was turned to the chasm that was all that had remained of the staircase. The moonlight shone through where the roof had been before the explosion. Now the Tripper had no roof as well as no top floor anymore. Her sneakers were planted on the steps, the jeans covered up most of her socks. She wore a red t-shirt with some message on it that was hard to read with the light and her current stance.

She raised her voice again when she heard her visitor was on the stairs. It was hoarse and tinted with a heavy eastern accent. The Brujah's elbows rested on her knees, her forearms crossed as she looked down the stairs. "Up the stairs, Grayson! Great you're here." Rest would have to wait until the guy was up at her level.
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"Could have, that'd mean there'd have to be some lights still workable. Which they ain't." A voice called from the top of the steps.

Corbin spun around, moving away from the basement steps that he thought he was meant to go down and moved over to the base of the staircase leading upstairs. He peered up and saw the lone outline of a woman sitting against the backdrop of a moonlit sky. From his vantage point he couldn't see anyone else and he relaxed just a bit.

"Up the stairs, Grayson! Great you're here." She called out again when he came into view on the landing.

Nodding Corbin started up the steps, still cautious, but less so now. "I'm coming." He grumbled. "This is... uh... a nice place you got here," he said in way of both lightening the mood and trying to get her to explain why they were meeting in the shell of an old, burnt-out pub. The stairs creaked but held firmly as he tested each one before putting his weight on it. Falling through a loose board and tumbling down a story or two wasn't quite the first impression he was going for.

His eyes continued to comb the area as he climbed, but as he got higher he noticed almost the entire top floor was missing and there was relatively nowhere someone else could be hiding. A little more tension seeped out of him and he stopped a few feet short of the woman. "Corbin Grayson, at your service," he said with a mock bow.



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"Was a lot nicer before some asshole blew it up. Obviously." She kicked a small piece of stone that had fallen from the wall and sent it to tumble down the stairs past Corbin. So that was Corbin Grayson from Missouri. Long way from home for sure. She straightened and looked at her guest. First impression wasn't too bad, would have to see about long-term. However, they needed to get one thing cleared before they could carry on. She was weary as to why he'd left that out, but they'd figure together, if needed. "So, who do you follow, Corbin Grayson?" Ellen looked at him with a suspicious glance in her eyes. His story better be good. And convincing too. "And why?"
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"Was a lot nicer before some asshole blew it up. Obviously." The woman said bitterly.

Corbin threw another look around feeling a bit sympathetic as he nodded with understanding. This place must have meant something to her at some point; it hadn't been just some randomly chosen condemned building. Corbin watched the stone she kicked tumble down the steps and a brief thought of how accurate an analogy that was to his unlife over the past few months. He too had been near the top and had tumbled down the crumbling remains of what he was once a part of. The similarity was eerie if you he thought about it.

"So, who do you follow, Corbin Grayson?" The woman said as she looked up at him, "And why?"

The question gave Corbin pause, which was an anomaly in itself. There weren't many things that could leave Corbin without a witty reply or a smart-assed answer at the ready, but this question certainly did. He mind spun as he tilted his head to the side in thought. 'I can't go and unload everything on her all at once, can I?' He thought cautiously. Surely he wasn't about to brag about being part of a failed attempt to overthrow a Camarilla prince. He also didn't think it would be too smart to admit that aside from Roarke and his crew he had no one... but he found himself unable to dredge up a suitable lie.

"I wish I knew," he finally allowed with a forced sigh. "I've been running and on my own for so long I've never even stopped to answer that one for myself." He said, laying out a version of truth minus all the condemning specifics. He wanted to say more, to add something else that make make him more enticing to her and whatever she had going... but so baffling was the simple question she leveled at him that he was completely off his game.



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Huh. Didn't know who he followed and why? Odd one, that put her money on 'unaffiliated'. Seemed to have to think about that one, made him more odd in her book. If he hadn't been able to think aout who he was with, why wasn't he toast by now? All good questions, all questions he wasn't likely do answer completely truthfully too. "Pretty far away from home, eh?" She shuffled her feet and got up. Looked down at Corbin, her hands on her hips, the words on her chest fully visible now as they spelled out SO WHAT? in big bright letters. "Makes me wonder what you're running from, Corbin Grayson. Got any trouble following you here? If so, better say it now!" The Brujah scrutinized the other guy carefully. Response, reaction, behaviour. Pretty important shit to watch out for if she wanted to know if the guy was lying.
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Corbin tensed up just slightly as the woman stood, not necessarily expecting anything, but more mindful of the fact she was, obviously, a little more threatening standing. He wasn't expecting anything, but if people only got attacked when they were expecting something there would be a lot less dead people in the world.

"Makes me wonder what you're running from, Corbin Grayson. Got any trouble following you here? If so, better say it now!" She said, eyeing him carefully.

Corbin forced a smile as he looked down at her feet as if weighing his options. For a moment it seemed as if he wouldn't reply at all. "Great empires are built by great leaders," he started, deciding this wasn't something he could answer with a short sentence or one of his smart-assed quips.

"And all through history it is the results of those leaders that shape how they're viewed. Take George Washington, for example," Corbin said with a sweeping gesture of his hand. "He took a leading role in the colonial resistance, was the voice of opposition against the British, and ascended to lead the Continental Army against them. He was branded a traitor and a heretic by the King of Britain."

Corbin let his abbreviated history lesson set in before continuing, "But he was on the winning side, you see!" He said, his words a little more eager now. "The British forces ended hostilities and grudgingly accepted America's independence. Washington overthrew the army occupation of his country and ascended as a hero to help drive them out and deliver freedom to his fellow Americans."

Another short silence as Corbin was searching her eyes to make sure he hadn't completely lost her interest at this point. She seemed to still be listening, so he continued.

"A hero...because he was on the winning side. Had the British destroyed his army he would have been captured, tried, and hanged. Which brings us to me." He said finally, drawing out the last word.

"My sire embraced me and raised me, keeping me hidden from the Prince as she waged a covert war. Her and her allies were set to overthrow him and replace him as Prince of the city and restore balance. Had we won, I would have been hailed as one of the heros who helped put to Final Death one of the most sadistic and self-serving Princes that ever was."

His words grew a little more distant.

"Sadly, that wasn't how history would have it. My sire was betrayed, her allies scattered or killed, and I barely escaped. As far as I know I'm the only one who did."

More silence.

"But back to your question: no, no one will be following me here. Kansas City isn't large enough to have the resources or leverage in the Camarilla to track me down. They couldn't find me when I hid on the East Coast for over a year and I never even caught wind of them looking. There's no chance they could extend their reach here, even if they somehow found out this was where I ended up."

Of all the things Corbin had done in his unlife, he was pretty confident that this had been the most foolish. He rarely unloaded the truth on someone he barely knew, he was trained better than that. But the isolation had gotten to him and if he didn't start gaining some allies he could at least partially count on he'd have to flee the city soon anyhow. He was confident of two things. One was that the Prince of London would have never heard of the Prince of Kansas City before, never mind be on the lookout for an undocumented childe who had managed, against all odds, to flee across the ocean. The second thing was that he was pretty sure this woman wasn't going to reveal any of this to the Prince here.

He didn't know why he was so confident in that... or perhaps it was just hope masquerading as confidence, but whatever the case what was said was already said and nothing could change that. Corbin simply watched now, feeling as if the weight of the world had been slightly lessened on his shoulders.



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Great empires built by great leaders? She had a short quip for that. "No shit?" Listened to his longer history lesson, though. She'd heard it before, Americans were proud of their fucking history. Even she'd been bound to hear about it and she hadn't given a shit about American history mostly, except for the crap everyone knew. Wasn't necessarily the crap every American knew, but fuck that, wasn't american after all. But she listened, arms crossed in front of her chest. Suspected he planned to get somewhere and she was right. If nothing else, the pose helped Corbin to notice she'd only four fingers on her left, the missing ring finger glaringly obvious.

So Corbie here was on the run? Heh, explained a few things. posed some problems as well, though. Got to that pretty fast. "So your Sire was basically some dumb Cam asshole who failed to grab power from the Prince and you're basically some bastard Cammie on the run?" Kansas City example worried her a bit. Shit got real and the fucking Prince had some fucking pull, they'd be in a world of shit. And 'no chance they'd follow him'? Wasn't going to take a chance and take his word for it. Wasn't sure what to do with the guy for a bit. "I don't believe anything of the restoring balance crap. Prince is Prince, but that's why your Sire is either a dumb asshole or a lying asshole. Choice is yours." Ellen tapped her upper arm with her fingers pensively. "Lets pretend we take you in. What you gonna do with Cammies?"
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Over the years Corbin had been raised by his Sire he learned a great many things from her; one of the most important was observing people and picking up on body language. As he spoke to the woman, Corbin watched her cross her arms across her chest in an almost bored and impatient fashion. Although it seemed minor to most it actually spoke a lot to the character of the woman. It showed someone who either had little respect for someone else's opinion, someone who didn't like being on the receiving end of a conversation, or someone who just had a bad attitude in general. Corbin wasn't sure if one or all of those applied.

As he continued he tried to not let the slight bitterness his was feeling seep into his words and he felt he did a fair job of that, but he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. He had hoped from the leaflet that he might meet an idealist, a motivator, a modern-day general looking to rally others behind a cause of self-preservation and mutual well-being... but that was not what he was getting from her at all. She seemed confident, calculating, and in control... but lacked any notable leadership qualities about her.

'Maybe she's just not quick on opening up to strangers,' Corbin thought, and he definitely couldn't blame her. Corbin had yet to meet a fellow kindred that placed much trust in the hands of another and he could respect that. It was unfortunate but as the years stretched on it gave his kind time to think and analyze every little thing and often times that led to a breeding ground for paranoia. Even he had rarely trusted anyone aside from his Sire. She had been the last person he truly confided in and the only person he would have risked his own life for. In a way he missed that and, of course, he missed her.

"So your Sire was basically some dumb Cam asshole who failed to grab power from the Prince and you're basically some bastard Cammie on the run?"

Corbin's eyes narrowed and, with another piece of the puzzle falling into place, he was now more confident his first impressions were proving true. It was obvious she had very little respect for him and thus he assumed anyone else... truly a poor quality for a leader. He allowed her question to hang in the air as a laundry list of replies swirled through his head; everything from smart-assed retaliatory statements to endless tirades of vulgarities. He knew better than to let his mouth run free at times like these, it was one of the hardest things he had learned over the years. He continued to stare at her dispassionately as a more diplomatic sentence constructed itself.

Corbin worked to force a polite smile back on his face through his obvious frustration and barely masked fury at her words. He failed.

The woman continued, but Corbin was only half listening as he was still working on bringing his emotions under control.
"I don't believe anything of the restoring balance crap. Prince is Prince, but that's why your Sire is either a dumb asshole or a lying asshole. Choice is yours."

The second insult left Corbin even more furious. His smile completely faded and he clasped his hands in front of him at his waist, his hands ringing together as he worked to let out some of the tension that was steadily building inside him.

"My Sire," he began in a short, clipped cadence. "Was a noble woman that raised me like a mother from the time I was a child until time she embraced me. She treated me like a son, both before and after my embrace." His eyes burned as he stared at her, carefully choosing his next words. "She had ideals and goals; far beyond the petty squabbling and cowardly backstabbing that infect our kind like a plague." Corbin wasn't usually so worked up and rarely confrontational, but this woman had just insulted the one thing he had held dear in life and now in death. "The next time you speak about my Sire, you speak with some god damn reverence...because she sure as hell deserves it."

He left out any threats or personal attacks; this wasn't a game or a play for power. This was him drawing a line in the sand and letting her know where it was. Her comments were out of line and she was on notice of that. How she responded would further tell Corbin what he needed to know about her. In the short period of time he'd been here she'd managed to insult him and his departed Sire and had displayed a very nonchalant and a selfish, carefree attitude.

If this was the leader of the Anarchs perhaps Corbin was looking for allies in the wrong places. It was the anger boiling in him rather than a fully rational view of her, he knew, but it didn't lessen the feeling any.



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Ellen dug through her pockets and got half a cigarette out. Put it between her lips, but didn't light it, her hands went into the pockets of her jeans. "This ain't Cammie-land, Corbin. Not many give a shit about who your Sire was or how bad or good they were. Over here, we judge you by what you are, what you do and what you did in the past, not by who your mom or your mom's parent were." The Brujah blew a strand of hair out of her face. Fucking annoying shit! Shrugged and continued, looked at Corbin critically. "So yeah, you read the leaflet, you know what's up at the moment. That's why I give you the talk. You fall in with us, every one of us is responsible for you. Why? Because the fucking Cammies don't think of different groups. Just think of 'the Anarchs'. An Anarch starts shit, 'the Anarchs' are going to pay for it. Means you screw up, they're going to fuck every single one of us for it, especially those who can't leave as fast as you can. And everything we built up to then."

And fuck help all if that happened. She wouldn't allow that, so much was clear. "That's why I make sure you aren't some shithead looking for some cheap fireworks or dumb shit like that. You stick to that and don't start trouble over there without need, all's good. You don't and I'll come for you, if it's the last thing I do. Got any experiences with us from Missouri or some other place? Still interested? Questions, worries, requests?" Thought she got the absolute basics covered. She forgot anything? Nothing came to mind immediately, so for now, she was good. She'd see if their 'recruit' was.
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"An Anarch starts shit, 'the Anarchs' are going to pay for it. Means you screw up, they're going to fuck every single one of us for it, especially those who can't leave as fast as you can. And everything we built up to then."

As Corbin allowed the frustration to flow out of him at her previous words he began to truly listen to what she was saying and he could understand where she was coming from. She had to be sure he wasn't the type to fly off the handle and cause trouble in the city to protect the others that rallied around her. His mind drifted to how unfortunate his outbreak at her words were and he sighed inwardly, knowing the outburst didn't do him any favors in the current situation.

"Got any experiences with us from Missouri or some other place? Still interested? Questions, worries, requests?" She said, bombarding him with a flurry of questions. He assumed that meant she wasn't judging him too much on the sore spot she had poked. Corbin hoped that meant she could see that, aside from his Sire, he was a very easygoing and responsible person.

"Back home I never had any contact with the Anarchs, no. I'm not even sure what kind of presence, if any, that they even had there. My focus was more on the Camarilla." He said simply. He knew very little of the Anarchs at all, but he thought he understood the concept and after hearing what Ellen had to say he was sure it sounded like what he was looking for. In his experience loners had a very short lifespan. They made easy pawns or scapegoats and rarely lasted too long. Corbin wasn't about to become one of those statistics.

He thought for a long moment as he eyed the woman before him once again as if measuring her. Could he follow this woman? Did he feel she would be able to be counted on if he needed it? The answers all came back the same.

"I would still like to join you, yes." He said finally. "But, what would be expected of me?" He added quickly with just a hint of skepticism. Loners weren't the only ones used as sacrificial pawns.




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"Pretty fucking simple. Participate in what comes up. You're an Anarch, that means you get a say in things but you also got responsibilities to take care of. Means you help us redevelop this area. Means you help us keep people out who look for trouble. Means you help defend all this when people want a bit of the cake for themselves. We ain't got much, but we fight for the shit we got. But mainly its fight to stay where we are. We want to show people that we're an alternative to the Cammie dictatorship over there. Some won't like this, so we gotta be ready. But at the moment, noody wats war, least of all us." Walked past him, down the stairs slowly. "Also means you gotta find shit to do yourself. You ain't in Cammieland anymore, you dont need permission for every step you do, just make sure you don't step on toes, keep shit civil and see what constructive shit you can come up with."
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Corbin thought about her words, each sentence, and felt himself feeling more comfortable with his stay in London already. He waited to make sure she was finished and then spoke up.

"I will do my part with all of that," he said confidently. He then realized it was hard not to step on toes when he hardly knew much about the London power struggle aside from the scattered details he found in his predecessor's journal. That triggered a whole new avenue of questions.

"Have you ever heard of Thomas Ayers?" Corbin said, turning to face the woman. He knew it was a longshot, but he was hoping his predecessor had reached out to someone in the city. "He was also one of my Sire's. He operated here for a while up until a few months ago."

As he uttered the words he readied himself for anything. It was equally possible that Thomas had made enemies of the Anarchs instead of aligning with them. Thomas had operated out of the city when Roarke's private army was staging here and was at the height of its power. Something on that large of a scale would have been difficult to hide, Corbin assumed, but he wasn't about to mention he was in with Roarke just yet. First he would need to see if mentioning Thomas struck any nerves.

He wished he had more knowledge of the whole London side of his Sire's operation. He knew she was assembling a small, well-trained group to assist with the overthrow of the Prince in Kansas City, and he knew Roarke was in charge of gathering the personnel and training them for the task. Outside of that he had nothing.

Corbin frowned just a bit as he allowed himself to assess his current situation once again. For his entire unlife he had lived in a very controlled situation. He knew everything about his surroundings and the people around him. What motivated them, how to inspire them to do what he wanted, and how to get rid of them when they were in his way. He was a Grandmaster staring down at a chess board making moves 3 turns ahead of everyone else....and now he was in a different game, lingering on the edge, playing the part of a lost pawn. It was a feeling he didn't like at all.

What's worse is he was having trouble identifying any of the other pieces on the board. Not only did he not know the players running the game, he didn't even know the colors of the pieces standing all around him. He hoped tonight would be the first move in changing all that. The Anarch Movement would provide the perfect place for him to get back in the game.





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"Nah, who the fuck's that supposed to be?" Oh, he'd explained already! "Anarchs are a pretty spread community at the moment. Dunno half of the bastards. No coherence, no nothing. Ayers can live two blocks away and I wouldn't fucking know." Had had the brains not to do anything to repeat the idiocy they'd displayed in the States. She'd have to see if she'd be able to find any asshole called Ayers around here. Whole thing annoyed her already, but she couldn't get out of it at this point until the whole thing was done and over with. Could only hope it was fucking worth the fucking headaches. "other questions while we're at it?"
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"Nah, who the fuck's that supposed to be?" She said in flat reply to his question.

Corbin sighed a bit. 'Has she heard anything I've said?' He wondered bitterly. For someone who is trying to bring together a large group of people she sure didn't seem like much of a people person. Or perhaps she was just weary of strangers with flimsy backstories. He could understand that, he guessed. He thought about how his story might look to someone on the other side and agreed it wasn't the type of introduction that would urge someone to welcome someone in with open arms.

Still, he thought she was stand-offish at best. He expected.... more.

She went on to explain her response and Corbin nodded. There were undoubtedly a lot of people she must have to keep track of and he hoped he would be one of the ones that she did for positive reasons only.

"Other questions while we're at it?" She said, her words tainted with a hint of annoyance.

Corbin knew when to shut his mouth. He clenched his lips and shook his head slowly. Finally managing, "Nope. I think you've covered it."

He still felt a little deflated from this meeting. He had hoped there would be more to it. Maybe meeting some of the more important figures in the movement or getting a rundown of what places were marked as territory for the Anarchs and who he could count on, and would be wise to avoid, but he got none of that. Every question he asked seemed to further irritate her as well so he wasn't up for putting any of them to words. He'll figure it out on his own, like he had been doing since he arrived. Maybe he could even help provide a little more structure to this rag-tag organization. He had done as much with his Sire's group of supporters in Kansas City.

'Let’s just hope that this turns out a little better than that did,' he thought bitterly.




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Luckily she was only responsible for what she said, not what he understood. Ellen wondered, for some newly interested guy who was enthusiastic about this, that Corbin dude really didn't have many questions. People of interest, where he could go and where he shouldn't. Shit like that. He didn't ask, so that meant two things. Either he already knew, that pushed him into spy territory, or he had issues witht hat kind of shit, that was seriously unhealthy in her opinion. So yeah, they'd see what group he fell in with. She kept her tone as neutral as she had before. Last attempt. "Tell you what. I ain't going to rip your head off for asking shit. However, I am going to rip your head off for screwing up on shit you could've known if you wanted to, so if there are any questions, better ask them. Figure you kinda need all the help you can get." Wasn't like she charged for that shit. Well, OK, she kinda did, but that was something different.
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