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Ronnie meets his Primogen
Topic Started: Monday, 2. September 2013, 20:14 (578 Views)
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Ronnie was walking through the streets of Grove Ward. Pretty rough area, but that of course didnīt scare him.
If anyone thought he was an easy target for mugging, then come on and have a try.
But he didnīt look wealthy, so very likely nobody would bother.
Ronnie was just wearing a cheap blue jeans and a simple black sleeveless T-shirt. He had a bag with him as well.
He was quite grumpy right now.

Dear Mr. Lockhart!
Ronnie wished he hadnīt mentioned his last name at all, then at least the Primogen wouldnīt have called him Mr. Lockhart.
That was the first time that any Brujah had called him like that instead of Ronnie.
So it sounded really odd.
Would he continue doing that or was that just in the mail.
The mail certainly wasnīt casual at all.
Was the primogen as stiff and formal as his mail, Ronnie wondered.
Did the Brujah here all call each other by their last names? God, hopefully not.
After that mail Ronnie wouldnīt even be surprised if the primogen was wearing a suit and tie for that meeting with Ronnie.

If you couldnīt even be casual in your own clan, bloody hell, what a pain.
It could well be that the primogen wanted to be called Mr. Harris.
O.K., if he liked that best then Ronnie would call him like that, so what.
But if he went on calling Ronnie Mr. Lockhart, that would really piss him off.
It was bad enough that so many people of the other clans were so sophisticated.
He wasnīt gonna get like that just to please someone, that was for sure.
Good manners were oh so important.
Oh yeah, great. If that was all that mattered to them.

If they donīt want me the way I am, then to hell with them all.

Well, but if he wanted to stay here, maybe he shouldnīt be quite as much of a bad boy right now.
Otherwise good old Mr. Harris might throw him out straight away.

Iīll pull myself together.
Iīll be a good boy for ten minutes, I wonīt say anything nasty.


He wondered how long that resolution would last.

This must be the right address. It was a pub. Ronnie entered it. Before he moved any step forward after closing the door he had a good look around.
For anybody who saw that it must make an impression of mistrust and wouldnīt be wrong with that.
There was a grumpy expression on Ronnieīs face when he was walking slowly towards the bar.
He didnīt order anything yet, he kept looking, he didnīt want anybody approaching him without him noticing it.

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Indeed as he looked he saw two persons moving to his table, an older man in black clothes and a red turtleneck and a younger woman, measuring about 6 feet and looking like a poster image of female bodybuilders clad in black leather. While Ronnie was still thinking both took a seat at the table and George broke the silence, looking at him with a smile.

" I think you must be Ronnie and we have something to talk about, right ? I can imagine you have an awful lot of questions, but we basically have all night, so feel free to ask me anything you want to know to help you live, thrive and survive here..."

With a short gesture he send his companion away to get a waiter while waiting for a response...
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Ronnie was only 5ī7īī, a very young looking attractice man. Surely no Brujah wished to look as boyish and sweet as that, but Ronnie had to live with it. No rocker leather jacket and studded belt would help to make him look more fierce, it would rather look ridiculous, so he prefered clothes that were not outrageous.
A woman taller than himself, that was for sure what he liked. Looking upwards while talking to men was bad enough.
The man in black didnīt look like a typical Brujah. The woman was his ghoul, Ronnie assumed.
As soon as the man called him Ronnie the primogen could witness a very sudden change in the young Brujah.
His grumpyness vanished from one second to another, and instead a big smile appeared on his face.

"Hi. Yeah, Iīm Ronnie. Phew, thatīs a relief. In that mail, that was the first time anyone of the family has called me Mister, and I donīt really like it. How would you like to be called by me?"

Ronnie would have thought that it was him who was asked a lot of questions first - what he wanted here and so on, instead he was offered to ask questions himself. That also helped to make him feel more relaxed.
To help you live, thrive and survive here - that didnīt sound bad either.

"I would like to settle down permantly in London.
The problem is, Iīm not Mr. Rich, and to live in London is damned expensive, so I canīt afford to rent flat.
I donīt mind sleeping in my car. Iīve got a camper van. I wonder if you might have an idea where I best park it? Would be a bit bad if it gets stolen in the daytime while Iīm in it.
And maybe you know how I could get some dosh. Iīm not really into stealing, but wouldnīt mind doing some job. Iīve got no helper who could earn money for me.
In Berlin I did security stuff - allthough I donīt really look the part. But many people had to learn a lesson when they thought Iīm harmless."

The Brujah grinned.

"But not much use looking for a job as long as I havenīt got the permit to stay.
Whoīs prince here then, or maybe I better shouldnīt use such words here?"

Being in public normally meant avoiding certain words that humans were not supposed to hear, that made it a bit tricky to talk about some things.
At the moment there was nobody close enough to hear anything, but it was best to be as careful as possible with that.

"And if thereīs anything I can do for the family - Iīve done all sorts of tasks before, also risky ones, and would do it again."
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Well, been right about the naming issue, but let's see, how it goes on...

"I'd say as long as its not derogatory anything from George to boss is good, how exactly you're calling me is your choice actually..."

With a small smile he thought for a while as the issue of settling came up.

"We could certainly work something out... This is a not-as-expensive part and besides I happen to have a small 'emergency retreat' you could put yourself and the trailer in for the time being... As for the part with the money, we have a sort of security firm, but its not really running... Might be because we're not many here... Perhaps I could task you with that.."

Thinking a while about the part with the prince, he finally wrote an address on a piece of paper and handed it to Ronnie.

"The prince is called Blücher, Mr. Blücher. The presentation would be taking place in Blythe House, but as I'll take care of the formalities, you might meet me as this address and then we'll go there... Is there any other means to contact you beside your e-mail ?"

As he just wanted to get to another point, Jane reappeared dragging a waiter behind her in her metaphorical claws. As they reached the table she let him slip out of her grip and sat down with a short remark.

"Got one, boss."

The waiter stood there, looking very confused before getting a hint of professionality again.

"C-can I g-g-get you anything, sirs ?"

"Two pints of beer and whatever the gentleman here wants..."

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"Derogawhat?"

What was that supposed to mean? Ronnie looked confused.

"Sorry, but my English is a bit basic. Learned it from my father until I was six and then at school four years. Never lived in any English speaking country before."

Ronnieīs English was fluent, without foreign accent, but with mistakes.

"I was born in Vienna and grew up there, I was embraced there as well, and Iīve also lived in Munich, Cologne and Berlin. And in all those cities we called each other by our first names in our clan. So it would feel really odd calling you Mr. Harris."

Emergency Retreat, O.K., good, so then at least the sleeping problem was solved.

"Ah, good. And whatīs the address of this Emergency Retreat?
A security firm - a shame itīs not running. But that can be changed, Iīll do my best, that sure is the right task for me.
Not many of us here in London? Now thatīs a surprise."

So where were all the Brujah of Brittain, instead of coming to London? Sitting in some piddly little town, drinking blood from boozers because there was nothing else to do?
Ronnie took the piece of paper with the address.
Means? What did that again mean, he didnīt want to ask again. Something like methods maybe, that would fit the context.

"Iīve got a mobile phone, I can tell you the number if you want to write it up right now. Can you give me your number, too?"

Ronnie told him his number.

"So youīre coming with me to that presentation? Thatīs good.
What clan is Mr. Blücher then? Iīve got also some other questions about that presentation stuff."

But he couldnīt ask that right now, because the woman came back with a waiter.
Maybe one should pity the waiter, but the situation was just so funny, that Ronnie had to suppress a grin.
He took it with humor that he was refered to as a gentleman.

"For me, the little gentleman, a whiskey."

It happened frequently, that he had to prove that he wasnīt a minor any more, and he could prove that, with his newest passport, but it would suprise Ronnie if the waiter had the guts to demand any proof now.
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The waiter gave Ronny a stern look and seemed to think about think, before replying.

"Very well, sir. I'll be back with your beverages in a minute..."

After these words and a short bow he turned around and went to fetch the ordered drinks. Just as the waiter was gone, George turned his attention back to Ronnie.

"Derogatory means degrading or insulting. By the way here you have the address of the Emergency retreat and I kindly ask you to keep it what it is: a very guarded secret within the clan and don't let this note or the knowledge fall into anyone's hands if possible..."

With these words he handed him another note with an address on it. On the back two phone numbers were written.

"The first number is my private number, if you need anything of me and the other is an emergency number, if you really need help..."

Having settled this he took a note and a pencil out of his pocket while speaking on.

"Mr. Blücher is a Ventrue. He'll expect you to know the rules, be polite and, if you don't mind, always call him Mr. Blücher... Some people call him 'Your highness', but its a bit over the top, I think..."
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"Aha, O.K., now I understand", Ronnie replied after the primogen had explained the word.

Until now the primogen seemed to be quite all right. Luckily he was different than the first impression Ronnie got from that mail. Without even consciously realising it, he had already accepted him as a leader and behaved accordingly. So that Ronnie even didnīt feel the urge to be rebellious and to provoke him in any form.

Ronnie took the second piece of paper.

"Thanks. Of course I donīt tell anybody any secrets of the clan. If someone fucks my brain to get information out of me, thatīs a different thing."

So the prince was a Ventrue, what a surprise. At least half of all cities seemed to have Ventrues as princes.

"The rules? You mean the traditions? I know those. If Mr. Blücher wants to hear them I can list them. They make sense, so I never broke any tradition, and if he asks about me in the cities Iīve lived, thereīs no negative record of me, I was never convicted for anything. So Mr. Blücher should have no reason not to want me here.
Iīve got even two letters of recommendation. That reminds me, Iīve got a letter for you as well. Itīs from my primogen in Berlin."

Ronnie got the letter out of his bag and gave it to the primogen.

The primogen of Berlin wrote about Ronnie "He had teenager tantrums sometimes, but he showed no seriously irresponsible behaviour. He was rebellious when I commanded him fiercely to do something, but when I asked him to do something he was usually very helpful. He cares about the clan and did a lot for the clan here, no matter how difficult or dangerous the tasks were, he fulfilled them with power of endurance.
He surely would never admit to it or maybe isnīt even conscious of it, but I had the impression he is longing to be accepted, especially by a positive father figure. Positive as in not being oppressive and authoritarian."

If George read the letter immediatly then Ronnie would wait until he had finished reading and then say:

"The princes that I met until now wanted to be called your majesty.
But is it here also like I learned it: If you are neonate and approach a prince, then you first kneel, look at the floor and wait until the prince tells you to rise and that you are allowed to speak. And when you leave you donīt turn you back to the prince at once, but you first go three steps backwards. That was standard where I was, it was expected.
Iīm not exactly the master of etiquette. But Iīll be as well-behaved as I can. So I wonīt say Hi to Mr. Blücher, I better say good evening, I wonīt do any swearing, I wonīt say anything dirty, and if I fancy him I wonīt tell him I do."

As long as he pulled himself together and said as little as possible he usually managed not to make himself unpopular with very powerful kindred like a prince. He didnīt fancy being thrown out of a city, not now either.

"But then thereīs another thing, and I donīt really want anybody but you to know about it."

Also not any ghoul. Ronnie tensed up visibly. If he wasnīt feeling comfortable with the older Brujah, he wouldnīt even be willing to talk about the matter at all.


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With a reassuring smile George nodded and took the letter. Reading it thoroughly he spoke first to Ronnie about the 'princes and presentation' things.

"Don't worry, you'll do fine... I'm absolutely sure that Mr. Blücher will be pleased with your manners and knowledge of the traditions..."

Just as he had finished the letter, Ronnie brought another thing up, which apparently was secretive enough to have him want no listeners present. George thought for a while then adressed Jane shortly.

"Leave us for a moment. Please make sure that nobody, and I mean absolutely nobody, interrupts us or gets close enough to eavesdrop..."

With a short "Okey-dokey, boss" she stood up and positioned herself at the next table.
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"Thanks, I really appreaciate that."

Ronnie was searching for words.

"Anyone who would hear that might think: So thatīs your big secret then, hoho.
But thatīs exactly the point. Looking down on me in that matter or even making fun of it might get me into frenzy straight away, and thatīs why I donīt talk to anybody about my dad, usually.
Iīm sure the prince will want to know why I came to London. Thatīs understandable.
Just that I donīt want to tell him the real reason. I donīt want him to know about my dad.
My dad was born in London and grew up here. He went back to London after living in Austria for about eight years."

After being kicked out by Ronnieīs mother, to be precise, but he couldnīt overcome himself to mention the word mother.

"I was in London once, when I was 18, about one year before my embrace, but it was too late, my dad was already dead then. So now Iīm here because I would like to visit his grave regularly and go to the places he had described in his letters to me."

Talking about his father was difficult for Ronnie, that was obvious, and that his father still meant a lot to him.

"No way Iīm telling this the prince. If he even just thinks īWhat a sentimental foolī, I would notice, and it would make me mad. Maybe it wouldnīt even sound a good enough reason, and if he thinks I made it up, that would make me mad, too.
I canīt say to him: īI wonīt tell you the real reason because itīs too personal and not your businessī, can I?
But I donīt want him to know about my dad. It would be like: Oh look, this is my weak point, and if you want to hurt me you just have to stick your knife into it.
But I donīt know what the hell to tell him why Iīm here. I have to say something. But if itīs a lie and it doesnīt sound convincing enough, then he might try to drag the truth out of me, and then - I better donīt think about it. And also anybody else might be asking me why Iīm in London, and I just donīt know what to say."

Ronnie had talked himself into a bad mood and looked quite concerned about this matter.
Was it crazy to worry about such a "small" matter? But for him it wasnīt small. And he trusted the primogen enough not to make fun of it.

"Maybe you can think of something that sounds like a convincing reason?"
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Difficult. Difficult, difficult, difficult... Perhaps the good old 'leaving something out' strategy might work... Perhaps it wouldn't, but it might be worth a try...

After hearing Ronnies problem George thought about a solution... It took a long while for him to come up with something and it looked like it was hard work, but then he leaned forward and spoke.

"I have an idea how we could do this... It might backfire on us, but it is an option... You could leave the part with your dad out and say you heard about London, always wanted to see it and were able to do so just now... It isn't a lie and if you don't give him a reason to be suspicious it should work... Say some friends told you about it and it seemed to be a better place to live than Vienna... True, isn't it ? That is the most important thing: Stick mostly to the truth except for some little changes... Might not be much help, I know, but should be the best approach, if you don't want to tell him all and yet not resort to full lying..."
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Ronnie thought about what the primogen had answered.

"Well, but I have been in London already, and would it be so good to pretend I havenīt?"

But what George had suggested was heading in the right direction, and Ronnie now had an idea to improve on that.

"Or what if I say that Iīve been here shortly when I was human, and that I liked it, and that I now thought of coming here again. Itīs true.
But I simply donīt say that back then I came here to look for my dad.
Well, and what if I state that my human ancestors are English and that I want to get to know the country of my ancestors a bit better? Ancestors doesnīt sound so much like melodramatic soap opera.
And I canīt imagine Mr. Blücher would be interested in details, so that he would ask īwhich ancestorsī? Difficult to imagine any prince would really be interested in my human ancestors.
And if I state it totally matter of fact, without any emotions, then he hopefully wouldnīt notice itīs some weak point.
I would simply have to play it cool.
Wouldnīt he be wondering anyway why I can speak Englisch but havenīt lived here. And Iīve got an English name as well and donīt sound American."
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