The Prince, The Business man.. {Open}

[IronWolf]

Liet blinked for the first time in several minutes, stirring in his seat so as to sit
up a little straighter. His stormy, grey-blue eyes flickered from the door to the Brujah seated not far from him, and then back to the Prince. Brushing blond bangs from his face, he frowned at the revolver now in the hands of the Ventrue. An antique weapon, though a fine enough one in its day. Liet much preferred blades to firearms though. If he used a gun, it was either a SIG P226
or his favored pair of KZ-7s.

Liet's frown stayed put for several moments more; something was bugging him. He had missed something. He peered down into his lap. Nope. Zipper wasn't open. He looked down to the side of his chair. Nope. Backpack was still there. The Malk's eyes rested once more on the door separating Julian's office from his secretary's. There was a faint scent on the air, like it had been recently disturbed.

"Sorry, was someone just here?" he inquired.

[Kiala]

Violet was suprised then severely annoyed when the new Tremere Primogen barged in. It may not be her domain, but hell it was Julians. She didnt like anyone breaking the rules of elysium. She sat there, tempted as she could be to draw a gun and blast the hell out of this arrogant witch.

Violet rose behind the the Tremere and stood between her and the door. She had left her duster on her chair, exposing her two revolvers. As the arrogant little snot continued on, Violet stood there listening. This girl was going to get herself killed. After the witch had finished there was the distinct sound of a gun being cocked. Her hand rested on one gun

'Darlen, yeh don' be leaven without the princes permision...nor should ye be a bargen in here. Girl, ye either be very brave, or very stupid."

She looks at Julian to see if what he wishes her to do. She wouldnt draw her gun without his permission. She eyed the japanese kindred before her. Her purple eye's unwavering, and a sense of presence leaks out. An air of awe is directed at the Tremere. Violets words would seem rather reasonable.

"I'd sugest ye stay a while sweety, there be some things that I think as a primogen ye should be hearen darlen"--once again her words seem very reasonable

[Iota]

Julian smiled softly, he wouldn't and has never been intimidated by a kindred beneath him. He poured himself a glass of blood wine as the Tremere retreated, acting as nothing had happened. He took a sip from the glass and looked towards Liet, amused by his actions. Probably one of the only Kindred he could tolerate for an extended amount of time.

Julian watched Violet carefully, he knew that her being a Brujah she may be laible for a random outburst, but he also knew she wouldn't break Eyslium freely due to the possible consequences. He let her say her bit to the Tremere. He placed the glass on the desk, on a coaster before interlinking his arms behind his back in a regal manner, he raised his right eyebrow as he lifted his head.

"She has had her initial warning.. next time i will not be so 'forgiving'" he smiled softly "Just remember, Tremere.. i would not barge into your Chantry and break your rules, so do me the kindness of being respectful..after all.. it is what the teachings of the Samurai revolve around, honour and respect." Julian took a sip from his glass and waved a gesture to indicate a change of conversation before sitting back into his chair and quasi-relaxing as he sat up straight, in a proffessional manner. "Violet, my dear.. please do speak for us to hear, as is to what is on your mind." he stated in a calm manner.

[IronWolf]

As another of his personae took to the stage, Liet blinked rapidly, his eyes seeming to grow a little wider, giving him the look of a child. Drawing his knees up to his chest, Liet flinched, reacting to unknown stimuli. He flinched again, this time burying his face into his knees, like a small child afraid of the lightning in a storm. The Malk was vaguely aware of people talking, but he wasn't sure what they were talking about. It was grown-up talk; and in any case he wouldn't have reacted unless they called his name.

Face still buried in his knees, Liet began to rock back and forth, back and forth, until some kind of epiphany apparently came to him. He stopped rocking and looked up sharply, his expression now rather sagely.

"Never trust a Tremere." he said.

[myrkal]

Meiko looks first at the Prince, pointedly ignoring Violet once she hears the Prince speak, and then at Violet. The look she gives Violet is a mixture of appreciation, and warning. Nodding slightly at Violet she purses her lips and bows slightly to the Prince. "I apologize Prince, this was not my intent, I have never had to deal with formalities of this sort before, normally my job is to kill, but recently it has been to study, and now to mingle..." she sighs a bit sadly, "...why can't it all come down to some good old fashioned violence." Her eyes move to Violet when she says this as if in a playful challenge, no malice in them at all.

"I must beg your leave Prince, for both my arrogance, and my lack of forethought. It will not happen again, and I beg your permission to leave so that I can get back to my studies." She looks at Julian questioningly, the change in her somehow unsettlingly believable.

Waiting for his response, Meiko looks at Violet and the gun with an almost dismissive air before locking her eyes on Julian.

[The Saint]

A brief knock came on the door to the room they were all in. The knock was immediately proceeded by the entrance of a kindred myth and legend within New York City. A myth known by some as Mr. Nothing. Nothing walked into the room as if he were the most important person there and looked directly at Julian. Well, one could assume he was looking at Julian. The eyes behind his mask were cold pits of nothing, and they were glaring in his direction. He then addressed Julian in the a sarcastic tone, though it may have been mistaken for sincerity. "Oh his lordship, Prince of all New York City. Lord of all Kindred within your domain. I have information great and small about that which plagues your domain. The Sabbat."

Mr. Nobody then looked to the Primogen of the other clans that were present. "Oh... hello to you all as well." He said with a rather offhanded remark as if he hadn't realized they were there. He then raised a bottle of Bloodwine he had in his hand, a Vintage of Ziva's private stock, circa 1900. He pushed it onto the table. "Oh yes... and in appreciation of you or some sort, I offer this humble gift..." He said slightly disinterested in the whole custom. "Now, for what I offer... I ask only the usual price."

[Iota]

"Your apology is accepted, Meiko.. but we have business to attend to judging by the gift given to me and Violet's statement, business that i am sure the Tremere would like to be part of, to show solidarity in these dark nights.." Julian was some what interupted by yet another Kindred who just waltzed into his kingdom, he knew who it was fairly quickly, the air of arrogance and holier than thou attitude was radiating from the man's stance. Julian would find this amusing that an independant vampire would claim to be something that he is not, but he kept thoughts thouts hidden deep and securely locked away.

He listend to what the Nosferatu had to say, he didn't dislike them despite their appearance, they were actually a very handy tool for Julian so he would hear what he had to say, but he would have to wait his turn, he had by far not as much standing as his Primogen did. "Thank you, Mr. Nothing.. please, have a seat and wait your turn, the Primogen of the Brujah has something of vital importance to declare.." Julian looked to Mr. Nothing as he would any low ranking Kindred before he diverted his attention back to Violet "Violet, dearest.. please continue.." Julian sat back in his chair awaiting the response from the Brujah Primogen.

[Kiala]

Violet flow's flawlessly back into her more New York accennt.--"Before I start, could I have a glass of that wine Julian. I'm parched and a tad low on blood at the moment"-- She very well seem's to be an actor on the stage. She draw's her revolver, but it is only so she may press the trigger to safely guid the hammer back into place without discharging a round. She spins the revolver a couple times before returning it to it's holster. She kept her hand on but of her gun, as if by habit.--"I'll be explaining that in a moment"

And wouldnt you know it just as she is about to begin. In comes yet another. Oh how she wanted to shoot somebody at this point. Then she noticed who it was and rolled her eye's. Mr. Nothing himself. OOOoooo. As soon as Julian had told Mr. Nothing..politely..to be quite while the grown up's were talking , and asked her to continue. She smiled at Julian, and once again began gathering her thoughts.

"Early this evening, my Brujah and I were takeing care of some buisness in the bronx. Nothing to much...just a gang in our territory, messing with our money flow. Everything was going smoothly, until a Malkavian showed up"--she smiles at Liet--"No offense doll, but ya'll are an unpredicable bunch"

"Now were was I...oh yes...he called himself the 'War Phantom' "--Violet continues with her story. Explaining what had happened. Her voice rising and falling the cadance of an expet story teller. She didn'tleave out the tinies thread of detail she could remember. Until at last she sighed--"I hated to run from them...persoanly, I wanted ter stay an fight....but I doubt it could have been done without a serious breech of the Masquerade"

Her story done, Violet sit's and crosses one leg over the other.

[myrkal]

Meiko looks from one to the other and so on at all those in the room, her eyes gauging their reactions to eachother as well as their reaction to her. Stepping aside, to get herself out of the middle of the room, she stands arms akimbo while listening intently. While Violet describes the situation with this 'War Phantom' Meiko contemplates what possible solutions are available.

After a moment of contemplation Meiko grins, pleased with herself at her idea for dealing with the problem. Death, she always found pleasure in the act of deciding to kill. It somehow gave meaning to the killing itself, something she had been lacking as of late.

Noting how the Prince is serious and the look on the Brujahs face, Meiko realizes that it is actually a problem instead of some ploy to draw her hackles up in some test of her temerity. She sighs, 'If only all this wasn't so ordered.' she thinks, ' i hate the rules of the masquerade,..' her mouth nearly twists into a sneer as she thinks about it. '... always having to worry about mortals finding corpses and putting one and one together. We should just decrease their population so that we can have less to worry about.' She mulls over this in her mind as she waits for the conversation to get somewhere where she is useful...

[Iota]

Julian listened to Violet with interest, he sighed slightly before lifting himself from his seat and standing in his usual regal manner "War phantom, you say?" Julian smiled ever so slightly for a micro second "not the first time i have heard of him.." Julian paused for a moment as he looked at all the kindred in the room one by one with a slight raised eyebrow. "This Malkavian antitribu and his pack are no cause of concern, they are only a few and we are many, no matter how many weapons they may have in their possesion.." Julian made his way to the glass cabinet, he took out several fine crystal glasses out of the cupboard and placed them on his desk, infront of the other kindred, he then proceeded to open the bottle of blood wine and pour some into each glass.

Julian raises his glass "A toast.. War Phantom tried to cause chaos in my kingdom and i have kept these streets clean for decades of the Sabbat undesirables and loathsome diablerists.. a Blood hunt will be initiated on this Malkavian...to the Camarilla" Julian raised his glass before taking a fairly long sip from his glass "Liet, you will be the 'General' of this operation.. i am sure a mix of the Brujah fighting spirit and the Tremere's sorcery along with the gifts bestowed upon the malkavians will make short work of this War Phantom.. i will update the Primogen's PDA's with the corrosponding data that i shall be collecting from Mr.Nothing and you can share that information with each and every kindred in this operation.. Kill them all... Otherwise they risk all kindred society by breaking the masquerade and if the kine discover our existance, we shall all be doomed." Julian finishes by downing the rest of the contents of his glass before he placed the glass on the desk and taking a seat back in his chair "That will be all.. you are dismissed" he gave with a slight nod and turning his attention to Mr.Nothing "So, you were saying?" Julian smiled softly.

[The Saint]

Mr. Nothing sat there as they dismissed the Sabbat as nothing more than a slight annoyance. He smiled, and looked to the table. Once Violet had finished and the Prince had given his appraisal of the situation, Mr. Nothing remained silent. He waited patiently for the Prince to ask him to speak. Mr. Nothing looked at the table once more and then looked up.

"Were you talking to me? I'm sorry, I was under the impression that information was worth something to you, and yet I see no money on the table, nor has my pre-setup account be alerted to an influx of funds." Mr. Nothing mused. "But I'll tell you this for free. War Phantom is a pox upon this domain no doubt. A very wealthy pox. He has a cache of military weapons, and he is only the first to scout ahead for a Sabbat invasion. I'll tell you the who, what, where, when, why, and how once my pockets are bigger." The Haunt said, tapping on his mask.

[Iota]

Julian raised his head slighty as the nosferatu spoke "Money..yes.." The Prince looked to Mr.Nothing then towards his monitor and turned it to face the Nosferatu "it is all set up and ready to be wired comrade" Julian pressed enter to initiate the wire transfer. "Now, i am fully aware of what the Sabbat can do, i would not be where i am today if i did not.. So, please..continue.. tell me this whimsical tale you have prepared for me, i am all ears whilst your pockets grow greener, comrade." Julian smiled softly as he waited the infotmation that the Nosferatu had to offer.

[The Saint]

Mr. Nothing pulled out a small pager-looking device as it lit up. If one could see behind his mask a smile would be there. "Very well." He said, pushing the hair of his wig back slightly. "Ahem. The 'War Phantom' is a Sabbat Pack Leader as you already knew. Malkavian who has learned the art of fleshcrafting from a Tzimisce so it might be hard to find him. His real name is Levi James Crossland, but you might be able to find him by the name Levi Cross. He's roughly 170 years old." He rattled off that bit of information. "But that's not as important. He has enough weapons in his Haven to arm around a hundred or so Kindred, but he only had fiv- four Malkavian followers after tonight."

Mr. Nothing kept staring at the device in his hand then looked back up. "His Haven is in Albany, the Albany-Cross asylum. Going in the front door is sheer suicide. A sewer drain nearby leads inside, but it's cut off from the rest of the sewer so be careful." He then stroked his beard. "Hmmm... what else.." He pondered.

[myrkal]

Meiko takes her cue and walks over to Violet. "It seems we have gotten off on a bad note. We both know one anothers name, so lets just dispense with pleasantries..." she turns to Liet a pleasant playful smile coming over her features. "Well oh esteemed general Liet is their a place where we can go confer on this War Phantom ordeal? I think the first thing we need to do before striking is to properly find out how many of them their are, with no margin for error, their patterns and then to strike when they are spread out to avoid a masquerade threatening mass war. In smaller numbers it is easier to hide the bodies, and it makes for less attention..."

She looks from one to the other, "I find it entertaining that some foolish antitribu think they can wander Camarilla held territory with impunity. It wont be long before they realize their mistake..." Her eyes have lost all their warmth, replaced by a excited lust, as if the mere thought of combat was erotic to her. "... I despise all enemies of the Camarilla." She says to explain the change in her expression. "... would be intriguing to keep one or so as test subjects."

Looking at Liet, mildly rueful, obviously jealous of his getting to lead the attack but aware that as a newly arrived Primogen she needs to gain reputation before being put in charge of such operations, she grins again, "Would that be possible? To take one for experimentation. I am sure we can come to an arrangement, so long as the Prince approves of it I am pretty much ready to offer whatever you need in return for permission to capture one of these Scum."

[IronWolf]

Blah, blah, blah...

Liet had sprawled out horizontally in his seat, tapping his foot in the air in a none-too-subtle show of boredom. Hanging his head over the armrest, he wat -ched the expressions of the Kindred around him, although they looked some -what different upside down. He was starting to get thoroughly annoyed. Liet had already been aware of everything everyone was saying, and hearing things be repeated over and over was irritating. Plus, there was the matter of all these people (who should have known better) barging in. Liet had known the Prince for nearly a century, and liked to tease him every so often; and let's not forget that as a Malk, Liet was practically insane. But these Kindred, other than the Brujah, who had an actual appointment, had no such excuse.

Liet rolled his legs back down to the floor, sitting upright in his chair the "correct" way. He returned Violet's smile as she made the comment about Malkavians being characteristically unpredictable. After that, the Primogen blanked out the next several minutes, deciding to resume his search in the Malkavian Madness Network for information about this "War Phantom" - an utterly ridiculous name, in Liet's opinion. The last thing he heard from the room before a sea of voices rushed to greet him was Julian naming him 'General' of the Bloodhunt for this War Phantom fellow.

Glorious...

Not that he wouldn't have taken care of the uppity Sabbatling himself anyway, but now he would have to deal with these others. They would be whining and pleading for a spot on the strike force he would be assembling, no doubt to try to prove themselves better than their peers and win the favor of the Prince.

It was all blind ambition and politics. Liet detested politics.

Liet's shoulders sagged, his chin nearly touching his chest, blond bangs veiling the dark crimson glow of his eyes. And suddenly he snapped upright, his fingers digging into the armrests of his chair as his body convulsed. He held that pose for a few moments, twitching intermittently. And then the glow faded from his eyes and he raised a hand to his face, gripping his left temple as if in agony. Liet gazed around the room, his eyes moving from face to face slowly, lingering a second longer on the Tremere before giving the Prince a look that meant they needed to talk about something, later and in private. He stood, taking two of the glasses Julian had poured and downing them in quick succession. He waved off the Tremere's inquiry as he drank.

Again, he looked to Meiko. "Lady Matsunaga," he said, hesitating just enough between words to make it seem as if he wasn't convinced lady was the word he had been searching for. There was a very slight curl to his lip as he held the Japanese woman's gaze, but his tone of voice definitely held an aggressive edge. The others would probably question his reason for this, but then most of them would remember Malkavians had funny ways; after all, they could sense things that others couldn't. "Allow me to make it clear to you, all of you in fact, that I need nothing from you. What I require of you is obedience. Obedience to the Prince and to the Masquerade." He gauged their reactions, knowing that they wouldn't like what they were hearing. He wondered if any would be so bold so as to protest openly.

"My spies shall search out our enemies. They know well the meaning of discretion. Once we have our intel, the two of you will decide which of your clan will join the strike teams. Until then, no one makes a move." Now his eyes were upon the Nosferatu, Mr. Nobody. "I don't need anyone getting in the way. Is that clear?" the Malk shifted his attention back to a spot on the wall behind the assembled Kindred, his cut-throat lucidity waning for the merest fraction of a second as he appeared to be hearing something none of the others were.

"I will contact you personally, or by encrypted e-mail when I have need of you." Liet gathered his possessions, the backpack by the chair he had been seated in and the slender bottle of bloodwine from 1688 that he had shared with the Prince. He started to turn towards the window, intending to exit the same way he had come in.

"I will take my leave of you now, unless there is anything else you'd like to discuss?" he said, looking to Prince Hartford.