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Did I Miss The Memo?; A Gangrel Thingamajig?
Topic Started: Thursday, 20. August 2015, 16:57 (466 Views)
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Beddington Park
At the end of a almost completely overgrown trail...
A small clearing surrounded by towering trees and dense foliage and lots of ferns and wild growth.
Under a waning moon in a partly cloudy sky...


Crunch...crunch...crunch... snap... crunch...snap...crunch...crunch...crunch....

By process of exhausting elimination, Robyne narrowed down the choices and came up with this place. A place she had never actually been to before. A place she had to Google Search and Google Map. The black bird's message was in her head and scrawled neatly on a sheet of notebook paper. Robyne was no astronomer by any stretch of any imagination but in her opinion, the moon looked pretty waning to her. A thin smiling crescent in the sky. That was waning, wasn't it?

It was basically by pure accident that she found this park... and the narrow hiking trail or path... and this clearing. She glanced up from her crinkly maps and surveyed her surroundings. This was certainly an isolated, far off patch of woods she found. Hastily Robyne folded her maps and stuffed them in her fanny pack and pulled the strings to her hooded sweatshirt. This was definitely a dark and creepy... eerie place. She stood in the center of the clearing and held herself very still. Her ears perked up to listen for the slightest noise.

The chirping of crickets... the buzzing of insects. The rustling of leaves and foliage against a light breeze.

{Protean 1: Gleam of Red Eyes}

Letting her eyes adjust to the darkness... ah... that's much better. Huh... where is everybody? She wondered. Of course she could be at the wrong place at the wrong time... and THAT could mean just about anything.

Robyne sniffed the air. Pretty humid and muggy around here. Kind of swampy. It has been that kind of summer. Muggy, hot, humid... perfect for mosquitoes and bugs....

Robyne looked for a place to sit and settle and wait. A rotted old tree limb seemed to be available. Robyne parked her butt on the end of the limb and clutched her Djembe drum for comfort. The Djembe drum sort of worked last time she tried to find other Gangrel... perhaps, it might work again? At the very least, it may calm her nerves. This was not exactly Cheam or her cozy neck of the woods. Perhaps she has become too "domesticated"? That word floated in her mind a few times before. It happens when Gangrel get too cozy in their havens and forget the Call of the Wild... forget their woodcraft and woodland roots.

Robyne slips her drum between her knees and pats out a simple rhythm...

"Anybody out there?" she asked, her voice quivering.
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Crickets... or locusts... or praying mantises... grasshoppers? Probably crickets and grasshoppers. That's what Robyne hears. Seems no one is around. Seems like she is Sally wondering where Linus went... while waiting for the Great Pumpkin to show up on Halloween night in the middle of the pumpkin patch that seems most sincere... when all the other kids are out trick or treating in cool costumes-- except Charlie Brown who put one too many holes in his ghost costume and only collects rocks in his candy sack.

Robyne narrows her eyes, slumps her shoulders, and continues her drum solo... Clearly she arrived either too early, too late, or in the wrong spot. At least she got out into the woods. At least she didn't stumble into some drunks or hunters or whatever....

"Hello? Anybody out there?"

Seems dead out there... except for the crickets or grasshoppers... or whatever bugs make that chirping sound.

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The sharp voice came up behind her. Close behind her.

"You are Robin. And far away from Cheam today."

The place had fallen silent except for the drumming. No crickets and grasshoppers anymore. No chirping sounds, just the fading echo of her drums. Dead was a good word to describe it, now that she thought of it. The voice's tone made clear it was a statement, not a question, spoken with an accent Robyne would have placed somewhere in the north of Scotland.

"What do you want ? What is it you think should be yours or your family's ? What do you want to see happen or not happen ? What should happen or needs to happen that can't happen while things are like they are now ?"

The voice had grown a bit more distant, not that close to her as it had been in the beginning. Not a lot, but a bit, like the person behind her had taken a step back.
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Robyne jumped at the voice, literally skipping a beat. She didn't see anyone or anything-- just trees and shadows and darkness-- lots of darkness.

"Who are you? How do you know my name? Are you friend or foe?" Robyne asked, clutching her drum against her chest.

With her gleaming red eyes, she scanned her surroundings and remained very still. If she was in Lupine turf, she was as good as dead. If she were in another Kindred's feeding grounds, maybe she could weasel or fox her way out of this situation.

"I uh.... don't want much. I just wish the killings and kidnappings in Camden to stop. I'd like to keep people safe and hope kids aren't victims to savage monsters and senseless violence. I'm just trying to protect people and look out for kids' safety-- that's it," Robyne replied to the voice somewhere floating around her head. "I'd like my family to be respected and treated as equals in the Camarilla... we're team players and are good people-- we're not all outcasts and loners and self-interested shmucks. Some of us really care about what's going on. At least some of us do. There's no reason to shut us out or look down on us. We're the good guys."

Robyne added the last bit, at least thinking of her own intent and feelings. Her "family" were good guys-- they certainly didn't like the Sabbat and certainly cared about the environment and protecting innocent people.

"We can make the Camarilla stronger. We can clean up London, that's for sure." Robyne added, wondering if she might actually be talking to herself. And if she was talking too much to the wrong kind of listener? Suppose the voice belonged to someone from the Sabbat?

"If you want to try and kill me, at least show your face. If you want to talk like normal people you can come out and face me you know-- I don't bite."

She might claw and scratch and kick and punch if she had to though... but she wouldn't without a reason.

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[avatar=http://i1296.photobucket.com/albums/ag12/DerGraf/Wellington_zpsowugbgoq.jpg][alias=Murray Campbell]"I have eyes to see and ears to hear. If you watch Cheam long enough, it's not hard to figure out who or what you are. I'm not you friend, but if I were a foe, your corpse would have hit the ground without you knowing what hit you."

A low, growling chuckle paced around her as the speaker changed positions to walk around her, leaving his position in her back and coming more into Robyne's field of vision. He was a middle aged man with a pronounced scar on his forehead, dressed in a long coat that covered up most of his figure.

"Perhaps we are the better guys, but we are not the good guys. Keeping people and children safe, hm ? Protect them from senseless violence and savage monsters... like yourself ?

But I agree. We need to be respected for our achievements and treated as we deserve. This is why I came here."


His lips split to expose a row of long pointy teeth.

"I am Murray Campbell of Argyll and I will claim the Gangrel seat on the council."
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"A monster would be someone who sits idly by while innocent people are torn apart and hung by their ankles in Satanic rituals... a monster is someone who murders innocent people for no reason--especially women and children. The people I hunt are rapists, child abusers, pedophiles, violent punks, and wife beaters and those who run from justice. Sure-- I have fangs and claws--I may be Kindred, but compared to some, I'm far from a monster."

Murray Campbell of Argyll... didn't ring any bells... at least none she was aware of. A name she'd send to her "family" to verify and check out later, that was sure.

"My friends call me Autumn. I am pleased to meet you," Robyne remarked, politely enough. "If you've come to organize the Gangrel of London, I wish you lots of luck. It's going to take more than claws and fangs to make a difference here--that's for sure. It's going to take a real team effort and lots of intelligence and careful planning. Of the Gangrel I know... or think I know, you'll have your work cut out for you for sure. The Gangrel here are kind of like lone wolves... a bunch of loners who don't seem all that interested in what's happening. Maybe one or two might help-- I certainly would-- if you could prove yourself capable and worthy. I don't follow liars and cheats or self-serving scumbags. If you followed me or have been keeping an eye on me, you'd know that."

Robyne looked around and noted the red kite swaying against the light breeze and looked down at the scar faced man before her. "I got nothing to hide or be ashamed of-- I may not be perfect--but I am honest and I won't follow anyone who isn't honest."

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[avatar=http://i1296.photobucket.com/albums/ag12/DerGraf/Wellington_zpsowugbgoq.jpg][alias=Murray Campbell]"Rapists... Child abusers... Pedophiles... Those who run from the law... wife beaters... violent... punks."

He drew out the words a bit, as if he was testing how they sounded in the breeze. Robyne#s explanations made him smirk and at the end, he laughed gutturally.

"Aren't they always ? Each looking out for themselves until some danger or strong Alpha leads them to gather together. Either I am this Alpha, or I am not. But I am the one best qualified for the lead and I will take it, unless someone wants to challenge my claim on it. I will meet with every Gangrel in this domain and if no one challenges me, I will take the seat on the Prince's council. With the trust and as the spokesman of my Clan if I can, without that if I have to. But I wonder..."

He tilted his head to an odd angle, looking straight at Robyne's eyes. If she tried to avert her gaze, he would crank his neck to follow it.

"You refuse to follow liars, yet you lie to so many humans and, most despicably, you lie to yourself about your nature. You refuse to follow cheats, yet you cheat about your rightful place in the order of things and keep on decorating your position with human rhetorics to feel better about it. But good, you still see yourself as a human, so what does that make you ? A murderer ? A cannibal ? Jeffrey Dahmer was a cannibal. Albert Fish was a cannibal. They were also murderers. Dahmer killed because it made him feel belonging. Albert Fish claimed he did God's work. Did that make them less of a... 'monster' ?"

His accent betrayed how entertained he was by that word. He continued.

"What makes a monster, Robyne of Cheam ? What is your story ?"
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"I preserve the Masquerade. It is out of necessity, is it not, that we have to sometimes lie, deceive, and omit certain facts from mortals?" Robyne posed. She did not like the accusation of being a liar. "It is a matter of intent though that sets me apart I would think. I intend to peacefully co-exist with mortals as best as one can-- seeing as how I am surrounded by them. I intend to keep the peace. I intend not to harm innocent mortals or expose them to Kindred who would arbitrarily kill them for sport or amusement. I may lie, but that doesn't mean I necessarily enjoy it. It is, as you might say, a necessary evil-- one I am not too proud of, but I see the value in it."

"As to my nature... before I was Embraced, I was human first. Just because I have fangs and claws and these marks from Frenzy does not mean I need to automatically stoop down to the level of some savage creature that mindlessly kills anything that moves and breathes. The ones I hunt, intend to harm others, kill others, and could care less about humanity, compassion, or conscience. They are criminals that manage to slip through the cracks."

That was her story in a nutshell. She didn't like the notion that she was some kind of murderer or cannibal or whatever. There was a big difference in her mind between herself and some kind of Jeffery Dahmer or Son of Sam or Ted Bundy. The difference was in the intent and the presence of humanity. She didn't intend to kill for no good reason or as some kind of power trip or ego boost or for the celebrity of it. She killed or fed from criminals who were caught in the act of their crimes. In some ways she was taking on the role of judge, jury, as well as executioner-- but that was were her basic need of survival kicked in. She was Kindred, she needed blood. Better to take the blood of criminals than the blood of the innocent.

"I am Kindred... I need blood. Better to take the blood of some savage criminal rapist or pedophile or wife beating prick than an innocent person. That's my story. I am Kindred with a heart though and a Kindred with a sense of humanity. You may not believe that, but I could care less about who or what you think I am-- I know where I stand and which side my toast is buttered. If you think you can lead the Gangrel to great things and help clean up the city of the Sabbat trash and murderers, more power to you. I won't stop you from playing alpha male. I don't need to be an alpha to do the right thing."

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[avatar=http://i1296.photobucket.com/albums/ag12/DerGraf/Wellington_zpsowugbgoq.jpg][alias=Murray Campbell]"So terms like 'innocent', 'slipping through the cracks' or 'intend to harm others' aren't arbitrary ? You claim to stick to humanity, yet you kill those you find wanting in humanity with the argument that they deserve it due to their wickedness. Personally, I don't care what path you follow as long as it remains your personal problem, but know this: Killing is the easy choice and for one who claims humanity, it is the choice that leads towards the beast and degeneration. As Primogen, it is my duty to see after my Clan and my domain and making choices that result in dire consequences. If you degenerate and fall to the beast due to your actions, I will hunt you. I will find you. And I will slay you myself. Make no mistake about that."

He scratched his chin with the bear claw that protuded from his sleeve where his right hand normally would be.

"Life is not just black and white, young one. There is more to it than just the white of humanity and the black of savagery. Some things are intended others are not. Interestingly enough it was humanity that started to bend and twist nature to make it servant and docile. But that's not the way it works... I will not play the alpha male, I will be the alpha. There is a difference between the two, but as Gangrel, you know that, of course, so don't use them interchangably. It could be seen as an insult."
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Robyne nods. Inwardly, she knows which side her bread is buttered on. She always knew where she stood when it came to right and wrong. However, several points were made that were singularly unique to her experience and they would serve her well... when it came to management of the Beast, one does not underestimate the Beast, its strength, or its pulls. And maybe it would take some hard lessons and some mistakes along the way to figure it all out, but in Kindred existence, there probably was more gray than black or white. Problem is, one cannot afford to make mistakes among Kindred.

Robyne had no issue with this guy wanting to be Primogen... he seemed like a straight shooter though he did kind of provoke and accuse her of being something of a heartless, cold murderer no better than the scumbags she fed from and preyed upon. Robyne was not sure if he fully understood her perspective on things-- although, one could probably say "killing is killing and that's the bottom line."

She usually didn't kill unless she had to defend herself or to protect others. She may have killed, but that didn't mean she necessarily got her jollies off on it or loved it or thrived on it. Nine times out of ten, she left an unconscious body in a prepared scene for the cops to find and pass judgment, or just left the prey where they would eventually wake up and wonder off as less the threat than what they were.

Robyne was trying to be more careful but also trying to be a more effective sort of police chick... making sure more good than harm was being done. Sort of like Batman.... Scare the bad guys straight without revealing the Masquerade or her secrets.

"Well, if you can gather up the local Gangrel and get them to do more good than harm, I am with you," Robyne remarked. "I have no interest in messing with you."

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[avatar=http://i1296.photobucket.com/albums/ag12/DerGraf/Wellington_zpsowugbgoq.jpg][alias=Murray Campbell]"Good. Inter-familial conflict helps no-one but our enemies. Until we see again then, young one."

With that, the other Gangrel started to shrink while his limbs shortened and the hair seemed to recede into his body. Only moments later, the man was gone and Robyne found herself looking at a red kite that looked back for a moment before rising into the air and vanishing in the dark night sky above the trees. Then she was alone again.
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An interesting man. Someone brimming with confidence who speaks with a reasoned mind and reasonable authority. He seemed to want what she wanted-- respect for Gangrel, solidarity, order, peace among Kindred and mortals....

He certainly seemed to know what he wanted and had no fear in stepping forward to lead. She could already picture in her mind this man standing toe-to-toe with the likes of Primogen Russo. At the very least this man would be a nice check and balance to whatever snarky business the Ventrue might have tucked up his well tailored sleeves.

She decided she could probably learn quite a bit from this man. Murray Campbell of Argyll, a name worth remembering. And a name worthy of some research. What sort of reputation did this man have among other Kindred? Did Saayadina and the others know of him? Maybe not if he kept to himself or maintained a tight grip on his own domains.

Robyne lingered in the clearing by the bright red kite and considered the new Primogen's words and what was probably his subtle or not so subtle warnings and advice. She felt very strongly about what she believed and what she was doing--it all seemed to make sense to her. Yet for some time this Murray Campbell had been watching her and observing her. Had she done something wrong? Has she been putting herself in jeopardy?

Had she really screwed up, there was no question that this elder Gangrel would have destroyed her and buried her ashes or rotting corpse somewhere. If there was ever a chance to observe other Gangrel, what might she see that was different? Would she come to any new revelations? Would she realize something that would change her worldview?

Probably, she thinks. Chances were, she was not quite the Gangrel every other Gangrel would expect her to be. It probably had a lot to do with how she still insisted on wearing her heart on her sleeve.



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