Post by Shah-Khohr of Ventrue on Sept 14, 2015 13:01:40 GMT -8
There is something wrong with this city.
Oh, sure, it's got all the same crap that every other place has. The people, buildings, cars, all the same. It's not the usual small differences you see that make this place wrong. It's something more intangible.
For weeks I've been observing and noting the things of irritation. The Court here seems to be oddly traditional for the States, so much so that it's almost as if it's attempting to make up for some other deficiency. Those most elevated are constantly looking for scandal. This isn't unusual; most of the lofty I've known are bored and looking for entertainment. Here, though, it seems to have some sort of a frantic feel. It's got a manic edge that makes me think that it's an attempt to hide some greater shortcoming.
The Clan here has potential, but needs to cease the self fellating behavior of praising our own accomplishments. It feels like watching schoolboys now play a sport, and at the end there are no winners and everyone gets a trophy no matter how mediocre their accomplishment. Still, they have a great deal of potential if some basic goals and motivation could be folded into the mix.
Two areas of interest inspired reporting; a very troubling sign. Two geographic areas of interest have inspired further investigation.
Reports are in place. I will see what my patron requires to come of those matters.
The areas of interest have been... assessed. One has been neutralized, though I doubt completely or in a long-term way. The power vacuum seems to have become occupied by another, more indifferent sort. Likely an arrangement can be orchestrated. The second has proven more daunting in its initial assessment. I have witnessed powers that the creature named Sandford or Sanderson have displayed in others. But they were all oppressively potent Ventrue. Mortals reprogrammed so completely that their original identity is completely subsumed. Dozens of minds lock-stepped and walking as one. All aura's as one. All purpose as one.
I confess a degree of envy at this creature's powers.
I'd very much like meet them and see if they can be turned to my purpose. In the meantime, I need to tread very warily, lest I end up selling soup with an empty smile.
Once more my eyes turn to my services. I am overdue for a payment and a phone call is terribly impersonal.