Doing as Told better and better

[Alexandras Haiht]

Feb 6, 2019 20:30:18 GMT -6 Alexandras Haiht said:

She sat in front of the blinking cursor watching the electric current cause it to flicker. Her mind for all of its near clock like perfection and near limitless elasticity was at a stumbling point. She knew what needed doing but the order of operations escaped her momentarily. Which of the myriad points of origination needed to be dulled first. She lined the pieces in her head analyzing them.



Ms. Adoma was easy enough the opportunity to win any of Aeolas favor would have her champing at the bit to please. The issue being her previous and current position as an information broker of note with a network of agents circling the globe. It meant that she while keeping her fingers out of any pies locally thus far would be very intent on knowing exactly what she was getting into and turn her formidable focus onto the cities at large. How much detailed truth shared with her could mean something disastrous to the idea of perhaps insuring she was never a bother again. The primary issue was in her shadowy dealings it was impossible to truly know whom she’d dealt with or knew through intermediaries.



Saint Augustine was another matter entirely. He was behaving superficially in line. The point to involving him aside from his formidable martial abilities was to perhaps disrupt his actions. To force into the light whatever it was he was actually up to. That meant he was clearly the last to be conscripted. Or should be but if that was the case it might give him an opportunity to bolster himself as even separate and divisible due their own devices the vampires of the Kiss spoke often enough away from prying eyes.



And then Eliachem. He was a Master in truth and yet she could not see him as anything except the deceitful plotting assassin he had been serving in Isadora’s court. She’d done investigating on him and his creator. The devious plan that had created him and the others of his ilk martially trained assassins of the Dragons line as a secondary hidden shadow court created to serve and end the Harlequin. Aplan hundreds of years in the making yet never acted on due the fall of the Mother of All Darkness.





A truly cautionary tale of over preparation and planning with no true denouement. Nodding as it suddenly came quickly into focus. She sat up and immediately began typing out an itinerary. She committed to memory then deleted it. Standing She removed her phone and smirked. Calling Nebuchadnezzar she waited until he answered then lit into her plan and what she needed of him. He was going to finally prove useful instead of a sad reminder of their past the wrongs visited upon them both by Christian. Spinning her tale she listened een as she spoke to the sounds around him the overwhelming silence meaning she’d actually shocked him and had him locked in. His meticulous mind now bent to her aims.



He would not only do as asked he would do so with a conviction of a true believer intent on proving how useful he could be. All to gain some semblance of closeness. A promised conversation was all that was needed.

[Nebuchadnezzar]

Nebuchadnezzar looked at the caller ID as his phone rang and froze. He slowly set down his tools and even as he was alone straightened his tie adjusted his vest. Smoothing his hair he took an unneeded inhalation of air and released it nodding he answered. “Good evening Alexandras.” He did everything he could think of and failed all the same to hide the obvious emotion in his voice.

As she spoke her greeting and moved right into the meat of her purpose his mind moving apace of her words began mapping out the plan in broadstrokes the reason for such a conflagration eluding him but he was game to prove his worth to the kiss in general and her specifically. As such as she wound down he negotiated his price and his acceptance of the tasks. As per his mental practice he had mapped out the local demesnes of the others of the kiss to insure he would not have need of purloining their individual resources or accidentally causing offense.

He had assumed a fair share of jockeying for position but instead he’d met the overwhelming sense that most of the kiss just merely wanted to breathe fresh air of their own making and could care less for the most part as to whom held position or status so long as their personal freedoms were not trampled. It was entirely novel and for some the lack of that political pressure was far too much. He knew of three vampires since his arrival that had quietly been moved on or placed in coffins. He nodded his acceptance as Alexandras wound down saying aloud, “ If that is all I will begin this very evening…” the response he received was a dead line. He chuckled to himself and began unrolling his shirt sleeves. Donning his jacket he threw a scarf about his shoulders checking his image nodding at its respectability he left locking up behind himself and exited. First stop was Ms. Adoma she was by far the more important as having carved a small place for herself in Elgin moving her in the right direction was by far the most important.