04-16-2014, 10:06 AM
Jade Castle has an understanding with the vampires on all sides of Denver's conflict. She'll stay out of their way if they stay out of hers. She has no interest in their turf wars or the petty (hah, petty) conflicts of the sects.
She just wants to aid her fellow serpents in locating and waking their god, what's wrong with that?
That doesn't mean she stays entirely out of the way. She is harmless to the greater picture seen by the Sword and by the Tower, but her continued freedom of movement isn't something she expects will last indefinitely, not without a little give and take. That's why she has her little network, a web cast over the city of Denver in many directions, a web that she is ever spinning and ever expanding. The flies she catches, the information she collects? They're not things she consumes for herself, but things she gives away, of course. They are offerings to her very dear friends, those of the Sabbat, those of the Camarilla, and those like herself who exist outside those entities.
For a price. These morsels she gives out without bias to the highest bidder.
And there is a morsel that she wants very much in her possession, for reasons both personal and profitable.
It hasn't escaped her notice that in all the news reports the identity of the investigation's lead suspect is noticeably absent. Jade finds that absence curious. She told that lovely detective straight away the name of the guilty party, putting herself on his radar and putting him juuuuuuuust within her reach. So who is keeping this information back, and why?
To find out, she puts whispers into the ears of certain boys and girls in her employ, boys and girls who see to the needs of Denver's fine and dedicated politicians. They are in the best position to - quite naturally, one can be assured - be near to the heart of the blast. Perhaps they will find the fangs of certain individuals sunk into their flesh? There is a bit of a gap, after all, a hollow space in the Camarilla's feeding grounds that may require a temporary reprieve.
Keeping her ears open then, Jade listens. She listens on her walks through the city, four-legged or two-legged ghoul prowling at her side. She keeps alert for the word, see. The word of the street people, the common man and woman, the homeless and the destitute (you know, when she's not spiriting them away for her complicated feeding rituals).
She listens for word on this Nathan Marszalek, too, the one who wrote the articles about the bombing. Chances are slim that she gets anything back, though, he is very clean, that one.
The point is that Jade listens. All ears, always.
She just wants to aid her fellow serpents in locating and waking their god, what's wrong with that?
That doesn't mean she stays entirely out of the way. She is harmless to the greater picture seen by the Sword and by the Tower, but her continued freedom of movement isn't something she expects will last indefinitely, not without a little give and take. That's why she has her little network, a web cast over the city of Denver in many directions, a web that she is ever spinning and ever expanding. The flies she catches, the information she collects? They're not things she consumes for herself, but things she gives away, of course. They are offerings to her very dear friends, those of the Sabbat, those of the Camarilla, and those like herself who exist outside those entities.
For a price. These morsels she gives out without bias to the highest bidder.
And there is a morsel that she wants very much in her possession, for reasons both personal and profitable.
It hasn't escaped her notice that in all the news reports the identity of the investigation's lead suspect is noticeably absent. Jade finds that absence curious. She told that lovely detective straight away the name of the guilty party, putting herself on his radar and putting him juuuuuuuust within her reach. So who is keeping this information back, and why?
To find out, she puts whispers into the ears of certain boys and girls in her employ, boys and girls who see to the needs of Denver's fine and dedicated politicians. They are in the best position to - quite naturally, one can be assured - be near to the heart of the blast. Perhaps they will find the fangs of certain individuals sunk into their flesh? There is a bit of a gap, after all, a hollow space in the Camarilla's feeding grounds that may require a temporary reprieve.
Keeping her ears open then, Jade listens. She listens on her walks through the city, four-legged or two-legged ghoul prowling at her side. She keeps alert for the word, see. The word of the street people, the common man and woman, the homeless and the destitute (you know, when she's not spiriting them away for her complicated feeding rituals).
She listens for word on this Nathan Marszalek, too, the one who wrote the articles about the bombing. Chances are slim that she gets anything back, though, he is very clean, that one.
The point is that Jade listens. All ears, always.