08-28-2013, 06:34 PM
"We have a number of titles I'm sure you're unfamiliar with, most of them royal or feudal in nature," and the fact that the neonate is forthcoming about what he does and doesn't know seems to spark something in Rasmussen. Something patriarchal and pedagogical that finally causes the anger to subside. "With and within shaping their civilization we've formed our own," referring to the living even as he poses them as Other. A mass to be formed.
"This is our political machine on the provincial level. The foundation of who we are as a Sect alongside our Traditions, our laws, which I hope you are at least familiar with," not pausing for an answer before continuing.
"A Prince holds praxis over a city. It is his domain, though whether it was gained through his own effort or if he is simply a figurehead for other powers dictates the direction of his rule. The Primogen are the representatives of their clan to the Prince and their voice in a city's governance. Again, how loudly that voice speaks depends on a number of factors, but they can again be boiled down to one: Power. The Seneschal acts as the Prince's hand in matters where his own touch is not needed directly. He administers his will and acts on his behalf in that capacity. He is his second in all things - are you familiar with the term? No, duels have been out of style for quite some time," a glance at where the Brujah still wills his chest to move as if it is indicative of his relative youth.
It also serves as a moment for him to look over to see how Gray is absorbing the impromptu lesson.
"The Sheriff, as the term would imply, enforces the laws set by the Prince - through various means, including Final Death and destruction - and defends that domain. The Keeper of Elysium - that is where you stand, this estate and this castle - is the steward of those places where vampires of our Camarilla should be able to come without fear of harm..." He does not mince words. He looks up at the ceiling as if he can see through it.
"But, as you've seen upstairs, that is not always the case. We are remedying that situation," his voice firm in that.
"And finally there is the Scourge, a position I have yet to implement, who patrols for vampires who have not come to do what you now are and those who are enemies of the state. An executioner to the sheriff's investigator," he'd said finally, and looks like he is through. "If a Scourge had stumbled upon you, it might have gotten messy, but I'm not so sure for who," looking Gray over again.
"I've gone on long enough, haven't I?" Shaking his head as if to say he is finished.
"You're green and already I would imagine you have more red under your fingernails than most vampires of this city. From your defense of your corner before and during this siege. You looked after your corner and after yourself, but your dam - our Claudia - is gone. Freed of her beast, her hunger, and the Blood." The way he says it, our, is like he is taking possession of the woman even as he invokes her name. Tying the two Brujah present - one a Prince and one a neonate - together in the name of their departed.
"The war never ends. But it is full and frenzied these nights. The question is simple, the answer yours and infinitely more complex: Will you fight?"
"This is our political machine on the provincial level. The foundation of who we are as a Sect alongside our Traditions, our laws, which I hope you are at least familiar with," not pausing for an answer before continuing.
"A Prince holds praxis over a city. It is his domain, though whether it was gained through his own effort or if he is simply a figurehead for other powers dictates the direction of his rule. The Primogen are the representatives of their clan to the Prince and their voice in a city's governance. Again, how loudly that voice speaks depends on a number of factors, but they can again be boiled down to one: Power. The Seneschal acts as the Prince's hand in matters where his own touch is not needed directly. He administers his will and acts on his behalf in that capacity. He is his second in all things - are you familiar with the term? No, duels have been out of style for quite some time," a glance at where the Brujah still wills his chest to move as if it is indicative of his relative youth.
It also serves as a moment for him to look over to see how Gray is absorbing the impromptu lesson.
"The Sheriff, as the term would imply, enforces the laws set by the Prince - through various means, including Final Death and destruction - and defends that domain. The Keeper of Elysium - that is where you stand, this estate and this castle - is the steward of those places where vampires of our Camarilla should be able to come without fear of harm..." He does not mince words. He looks up at the ceiling as if he can see through it.
"But, as you've seen upstairs, that is not always the case. We are remedying that situation," his voice firm in that.
"And finally there is the Scourge, a position I have yet to implement, who patrols for vampires who have not come to do what you now are and those who are enemies of the state. An executioner to the sheriff's investigator," he'd said finally, and looks like he is through. "If a Scourge had stumbled upon you, it might have gotten messy, but I'm not so sure for who," looking Gray over again.
"I've gone on long enough, haven't I?" Shaking his head as if to say he is finished.
"You're green and already I would imagine you have more red under your fingernails than most vampires of this city. From your defense of your corner before and during this siege. You looked after your corner and after yourself, but your dam - our Claudia - is gone. Freed of her beast, her hunger, and the Blood." The way he says it, our, is like he is taking possession of the woman even as he invokes her name. Tying the two Brujah present - one a Prince and one a neonate - together in the name of their departed.
"The war never ends. But it is full and frenzied these nights. The question is simple, the answer yours and infinitely more complex: Will you fight?"