Post by Athena Fire-in-Snow on Feb 19, 2013 16:33:42 GMT -8
Elizabeth sat, her head in her hands, and fantasized about a sniper rifle loaded with silver bullets. And things had been going so well…. Worse was she actually knew someone sniper trained, with a gun good enough to pull it off, and just amoral enough that she might be able to talk him into it. Bah. Ever so tempting, but no. If she hadn’t called him in for Culls The Weak, he certainly wasn’t worth it. But it was such a nice picture. Elizabeth rocked herself gently, imagining the silver bullet right between William’s eyes. Splat. Brains and blood and bone bits all over, and good sense would be restored to the Sept.
The near call with Andrestria and Din and Mary had hit too hard, too close. She didn’t want to get close to these people. She didn’t want to care about people just to lose them. She didn’t want good people to suffer because other people were insufferable bigots wrapped up in family pride and ego and arrogance. There was no point in beating her head against an unbreakable wall – Garou nature and Garou tradition made for a barrier that might, on occasion, yield but would never appreciably change. Not in her lifetime, anyhow. William and his ilk were always going to be a part of the greater landscape.
This whole situation with Layla and Rei was just too much. There was no damned thing that Elizabeth could do about, no magic wand to wave. All there was…was time. Seven months, seven months to find options, to examine alternatives, to talk with those in a position to actually affect William and see what could be arranged. He’d all but declared war on the mages, the way he waved his big furry penis around in the heart of the mage’s territory. Making enemies of tentative allies really didn’t seem like a smart thing to do, given how screwed up everything was currently. And to do it over what a grown woman, not kin to him in any way, did with her own body… Arrogant. Patronizing. Beyond the scope. Really, he and Culls the Weak were two of a kind.
This, then, was going to be the real test of Visili as Grand Elder. Would he come back and put William in his place, undo the damage that his overreach caused? Or would he let it stand in some sort of misguided display of Elder solidarity, and permit a war to start with the mages, to add to the issues with the Black Spirals, and the vampires, and the missing spirits? Her teeth ground together, and a low growl rumbled in her throat. William.
Oooh. Silver buckshot. An even better mental image. Face still buried in her hands, Elizabeth allowed herself to dive deeper into the fantasy. William, with his face shredded by hundreds of small beads of silver, pulped into a raw living hamburger of meat and bone, a slurry of blood and snot sliding down his face in oozing strands. Simply lovely….
The near call with Andrestria and Din and Mary had hit too hard, too close. She didn’t want to get close to these people. She didn’t want to care about people just to lose them. She didn’t want good people to suffer because other people were insufferable bigots wrapped up in family pride and ego and arrogance. There was no point in beating her head against an unbreakable wall – Garou nature and Garou tradition made for a barrier that might, on occasion, yield but would never appreciably change. Not in her lifetime, anyhow. William and his ilk were always going to be a part of the greater landscape.
This whole situation with Layla and Rei was just too much. There was no damned thing that Elizabeth could do about, no magic wand to wave. All there was…was time. Seven months, seven months to find options, to examine alternatives, to talk with those in a position to actually affect William and see what could be arranged. He’d all but declared war on the mages, the way he waved his big furry penis around in the heart of the mage’s territory. Making enemies of tentative allies really didn’t seem like a smart thing to do, given how screwed up everything was currently. And to do it over what a grown woman, not kin to him in any way, did with her own body… Arrogant. Patronizing. Beyond the scope. Really, he and Culls the Weak were two of a kind.
This, then, was going to be the real test of Visili as Grand Elder. Would he come back and put William in his place, undo the damage that his overreach caused? Or would he let it stand in some sort of misguided display of Elder solidarity, and permit a war to start with the mages, to add to the issues with the Black Spirals, and the vampires, and the missing spirits? Her teeth ground together, and a low growl rumbled in her throat. William.
Oooh. Silver buckshot. An even better mental image. Face still buried in her hands, Elizabeth allowed herself to dive deeper into the fantasy. William, with his face shredded by hundreds of small beads of silver, pulped into a raw living hamburger of meat and bone, a slurry of blood and snot sliding down his face in oozing strands. Simply lovely….