Journal of Christopher (Kit) Carson. General, US Army, 1907
Aug 31, 2014 12:38:43 GMT -8
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August, 1907
This week we made our way back from the Alaska territory with a full load from the Klondike. Seattle’s changed in the ten or so years we’ve been gone. There’s a whole lot more people, for one. And all the rebuilding after the fire makes the place look like St. Louis. It’s still little more than a carved out clearing in the woods though, which suits me just fine. But it’s already smelling like sweat and wood smoke and less like the woods every day. Progress I suppose.
The public market opened on the waterfront today, which was handy for dropping off the haul. I’m sure Artemis will make the gold last as long as she can. She’s got a good head for numbers. Might be she’ll build another brothel, or just use the gold to fund some damn fool adventure to the North Pole. I can see exploring the Klondike or Canada. Even the Yukon, but the North Pole? Damn far away from anything and nothing to eat. Seems a fool’s errand to me. There was a gent at the party, I can’t recall his name now, some writer for the Chicago Tribune. Bold as brass and silver tongued. Tried getting me to tell him my line and lineage after only two words to me. Then went on and on about finding funding for this adventure to the North Pole. He didn’t say word one to Artemis until I forced his attention to her. Rude as his bloods reputation would say.
That was something though. I’ve been out of the world for maybe a decade or so, and I come back and find the rudest, boldest bunch of neonates I’ve ever heard of. One lady, sitting plain as day with respectable people, said outright she was an Anarch and had no interest the rule of law. Now I’m just a country man but even I know the law’s there for a reason and we gotta follow it if we hope to live out the night. Hells bells I saw someone stand toe to toe with the Prince like he were equal. Times are changing. I left that disgrace at the table. Best not to be seen with the likes of them. There was another lady, Miss Winters, who insisted on shaking my hand and using first names, like we were long time sweethearts. Near’s I can tell she wasn’t even one of us. Just a servant. In private is one thing, but in front of the Prince? His throne all set up pretty at the other end of the room and him walking around? I thought I’d see better behavior. All these young’ns with no sense of how important protocol is. Their beasts’ll be riding high by winter. Mark my words.
One good thing came out of the whole night though. Paying my respects to the Prince I got him to consider appointing one of our own to his Council. I talked to the Sheriff (who still can’t speak a word of English. That man’s not long for this world either I think) and got told a lady Nix is the best mouth in the pack, and she should be at the table. Well after getting her to butter my bread a bit I put my weight behind her for the job. Here’s hoping it all works out and I’ve actually got someone to come talk to when I come back in a few years.
I’m leaving Artemis behind now. She’s quiet and observant and damn capable. The pack’s gonna need her cool head soon, especially if the rumors about Sabbat activity are true. And maybe she can teach these frontier folk that there’s a place for protocol, and a place for familiarity, and they shoudn’t ever overlap.
Kit Carson, BG
Status 4 Gangrel
This week we made our way back from the Alaska territory with a full load from the Klondike. Seattle’s changed in the ten or so years we’ve been gone. There’s a whole lot more people, for one. And all the rebuilding after the fire makes the place look like St. Louis. It’s still little more than a carved out clearing in the woods though, which suits me just fine. But it’s already smelling like sweat and wood smoke and less like the woods every day. Progress I suppose.
The public market opened on the waterfront today, which was handy for dropping off the haul. I’m sure Artemis will make the gold last as long as she can. She’s got a good head for numbers. Might be she’ll build another brothel, or just use the gold to fund some damn fool adventure to the North Pole. I can see exploring the Klondike or Canada. Even the Yukon, but the North Pole? Damn far away from anything and nothing to eat. Seems a fool’s errand to me. There was a gent at the party, I can’t recall his name now, some writer for the Chicago Tribune. Bold as brass and silver tongued. Tried getting me to tell him my line and lineage after only two words to me. Then went on and on about finding funding for this adventure to the North Pole. He didn’t say word one to Artemis until I forced his attention to her. Rude as his bloods reputation would say.
That was something though. I’ve been out of the world for maybe a decade or so, and I come back and find the rudest, boldest bunch of neonates I’ve ever heard of. One lady, sitting plain as day with respectable people, said outright she was an Anarch and had no interest the rule of law. Now I’m just a country man but even I know the law’s there for a reason and we gotta follow it if we hope to live out the night. Hells bells I saw someone stand toe to toe with the Prince like he were equal. Times are changing. I left that disgrace at the table. Best not to be seen with the likes of them. There was another lady, Miss Winters, who insisted on shaking my hand and using first names, like we were long time sweethearts. Near’s I can tell she wasn’t even one of us. Just a servant. In private is one thing, but in front of the Prince? His throne all set up pretty at the other end of the room and him walking around? I thought I’d see better behavior. All these young’ns with no sense of how important protocol is. Their beasts’ll be riding high by winter. Mark my words.
One good thing came out of the whole night though. Paying my respects to the Prince I got him to consider appointing one of our own to his Council. I talked to the Sheriff (who still can’t speak a word of English. That man’s not long for this world either I think) and got told a lady Nix is the best mouth in the pack, and she should be at the table. Well after getting her to butter my bread a bit I put my weight behind her for the job. Here’s hoping it all works out and I’ve actually got someone to come talk to when I come back in a few years.
I’m leaving Artemis behind now. She’s quiet and observant and damn capable. The pack’s gonna need her cool head soon, especially if the rumors about Sabbat activity are true. And maybe she can teach these frontier folk that there’s a place for protocol, and a place for familiarity, and they shoudn’t ever overlap.
Kit Carson, BG
Status 4 Gangrel