10-30-2013, 08:36 PM
The Assamite has said many things and so many of them are right and true when it comes to the social order of the undead that pledge themselves to the Camarilla. As right and true, if not more so, than most of what he believes. By all measures he is a neonate walking the right path and with a practiced kind of poise. But he has also said many provocative things. Because that path, by its very nature, is meant to be a gauntlet. An unending test, despite its guise of civility, that maintains and establishes social order. An order with ranks that walk a sharp edge. That threatens to winnow a species-by-curse because without such a dangerous precipice how else would their population be controlled?
Other than the Assamites. Other than the Sabbat. Other than the lupines. Of course all but the last are simply different nomenclature for the chief threat to any lick walking this dark world's modern nights: another lick.
In any case innocuous-and-therefore-provocative statements, because anything that he had said would probably have roused the unforgiving bitch in the Toreador Primogen, mean that instead of her eyes going to Kali as one might expect...
They stay on him.
"I wonder what would happen should order, as we understand it, differ from your own and that of your clan-or whatever fragment of it you pledge yourself to,” and she of course wonders aloud when she begins to do so. What Toreador doesn't love the sound of her own voice?
“I wonder what would happen should you interpret them to find our Prince wanting. I wonder what might happen should the precepts of your founder differ-even if only in your own interpretation-from those of our Prince or of the Camarilla as a whole. I wonder if your pledge is wholehearted and full, or if you would expect some payment for your services, and if your eventual presentation before the Prince might only boil down to the negotiation of a contract,” she continues with a mask of curiosity, positing these possibilities and their outcomes.
“But you would be well served to know, so allow me to inform you, that while our Prince endorses all the mechanisms that keep the Camarilla whole... Prestation... The Traditions... The boons of Kindred and the praxis he holds... He also has a place in his own heart for loyalty. A place for justice. A taste for right and wrong that some are often unsettled by,” though the way she says it, Lucille must think these are some of his best characteristics.
Or knows she must seem to think so now that she has aired her observations.
“In any case, it is only my place to wonder and observe, not to judge. And though your clan might also believe to hold some domain over that right-that of judgment-in this domain?” The question is interjected with an unforgiving whip of her tongue. Almost a lashing. “That right is held by our Prince and one that those of your clan willing to align themselves with our Sect must relinquish with your submission,” that last word said with a savoring. Like wine tasted from the first pour. Rolling across the tongue and only its aroma making its way out of her mouth with the slightest reverberations.
“But your presentation is noted and the Prince will be informed. Thank you so much for your visit,” her tone saying that if he would give answer to ameliorate her wonderment at those many listed points, she would not really care to hear them.
“I am sure you will have the chance, in the future, to meet him and see how he would react to your pledge. Until then your presence in the city as a Kindred of the Camarilla will be made known to those who matter,” a nod.
And only a moment later an afterthought-not-an-afterthought, “And you may refer to me as Lady Lucille,” a final smile that continues its way to Kali, finally, before she spins the rest of the way and makes her way off.
[ This thread slipped my mind. Consider Kazimir presented. Hope it hasn't kept you from otherwise playing him. With that I'm stepping away from it, barring reaction or responses from him that need a response from Lucille, but Kali and Kazimir are welcome to continue interacting. ]
Other than the Assamites. Other than the Sabbat. Other than the lupines. Of course all but the last are simply different nomenclature for the chief threat to any lick walking this dark world's modern nights: another lick.
In any case innocuous-and-therefore-provocative statements, because anything that he had said would probably have roused the unforgiving bitch in the Toreador Primogen, mean that instead of her eyes going to Kali as one might expect...
They stay on him.
"I wonder what would happen should order, as we understand it, differ from your own and that of your clan-or whatever fragment of it you pledge yourself to,” and she of course wonders aloud when she begins to do so. What Toreador doesn't love the sound of her own voice?
“I wonder what would happen should you interpret them to find our Prince wanting. I wonder what might happen should the precepts of your founder differ-even if only in your own interpretation-from those of our Prince or of the Camarilla as a whole. I wonder if your pledge is wholehearted and full, or if you would expect some payment for your services, and if your eventual presentation before the Prince might only boil down to the negotiation of a contract,” she continues with a mask of curiosity, positing these possibilities and their outcomes.
“But you would be well served to know, so allow me to inform you, that while our Prince endorses all the mechanisms that keep the Camarilla whole... Prestation... The Traditions... The boons of Kindred and the praxis he holds... He also has a place in his own heart for loyalty. A place for justice. A taste for right and wrong that some are often unsettled by,” though the way she says it, Lucille must think these are some of his best characteristics.
Or knows she must seem to think so now that she has aired her observations.
“In any case, it is only my place to wonder and observe, not to judge. And though your clan might also believe to hold some domain over that right-that of judgment-in this domain?” The question is interjected with an unforgiving whip of her tongue. Almost a lashing. “That right is held by our Prince and one that those of your clan willing to align themselves with our Sect must relinquish with your submission,” that last word said with a savoring. Like wine tasted from the first pour. Rolling across the tongue and only its aroma making its way out of her mouth with the slightest reverberations.
“But your presentation is noted and the Prince will be informed. Thank you so much for your visit,” her tone saying that if he would give answer to ameliorate her wonderment at those many listed points, she would not really care to hear them.
“I am sure you will have the chance, in the future, to meet him and see how he would react to your pledge. Until then your presence in the city as a Kindred of the Camarilla will be made known to those who matter,” a nod.
And only a moment later an afterthought-not-an-afterthought, “And you may refer to me as Lady Lucille,” a final smile that continues its way to Kali, finally, before she spins the rest of the way and makes her way off.
[ This thread slipped my mind. Consider Kazimir presented. Hope it hasn't kept you from otherwise playing him. With that I'm stepping away from it, barring reaction or responses from him that need a response from Lucille, but Kali and Kazimir are welcome to continue interacting. ]