Post by Barnaby Cuthbert on Jun 1, 2005 21:27:14 GMT -8
(PART 1)
Saturday, May 28th 2005
Private Chambers
The Federal Building Elysium
“I'm just supposed to stick to the facts, right?” he said, circling the distance between Alixandra and myself, grinning a Cheshire grin. He was mocking me, his words like fingertips running over my open skull, dancing over my brain, sending flashes through my vision. I felt the tips of my fangs pressing against my tongue to spite my best efforts to keep them in.
In the Elysium's private chambers, Alixandra was recounting her tale of being captured by Shih demon hunters, and forced into a crucible between the hunters and their prey, the Mandarin of the Seattle Cathayans. Max and I, the so named ‘Ambassadors to the Cathayans’ had been interviewing everyone we could find with any experience regarding the Eastern invaders, and through a contact I had learned that former Primogen Lamereaux had been one of the four Kindred to have had a direct confrontation with the Cathayans of this city. Midway through her explanation of events, he had appeared, arms folded, leaning against the shadowed balustrade, his teeth the only white against the darkness in the corner.
Stick to the facts…
Harvey.
“That's right.” I told him, holding my head. “Stick to the facts. Just the facts.”
Alixandra and Max shared a look, wondering what I was tallking about, and to whom. Max shrugged.
“Okay…” Alixandra responded, clearly not certain how to guess as to my intent. "Well, the facts are that we were bound by paper that was obviously bespelled. It is a fact that we were bound in such a way that we were helpless.“
Harvey laughed, and twirled around Alixandra like a dancer to move over by me. I watched him as if he were a viper about to strike. To her creadit, Alixandra must have thought he was part of some Gangrel instinct about sensing the motives behind her speech, because she merely straightened in response and faced forward as if to ignore me boring a hole in the empty wall with the focus of my eyes.
Her words, and Harvey’s melded together.
“I am Scion.” I said to clear the din. I needed to focus, to get clear of this phantom. I looked down at the small notepad I had been using to document Alixandra’s story sand saw that I had written it on the page in wet black lines.
I am Scion.
Alixandra paused for another moment, still looking at me as if I had grown two heads, which ironically, was possibly true.
“Oh really?” Said Harvey, kicking back next to Alixandra, smelling her hair. “You got something right. Maybe you're not as useless as everyone else thinks you are.” He quipped.
Seeing my eyes drift back towards her, Alixandra took this as her cue to continue.
“We could not use the powers of the blood.” She said with a shiver that was lost in the midst of my own.
Harvey, put his hand on his lips like Newton beneath the apple tree and the noise began again, Alixandra and Harvey talking over each other.
My mind wouldn’t stop hearing him. I thought about putting my hands over my ears, but I knew it wouldn’t work. The noise from the both of them was a cacophony of sound, impossible to concentrate through, and beneath them, rumbled a darker tone and noise, the deep and throaty growl of my Beast. Unsure as to what was going on, Alixandra continued, haltingly, a confused look crawling over her face, as I grit my teeth at no one in particular.
“I think that was when the Cathayans came. I do not think they wanted war with the domain. They came for the hunters. Unfortunately the area where we encountered them was right where Jezenelle had met with the Cathayans.”
I looked at Harvey, grin and all. He was about ready to begin again, I could tell. I slapped the small black notebook into Max’s hands, which shocked him slightly.
“What the…”
“Keep taking notes. I'm going to take a walk.” I growled, and breezed past him at a good clip.
“Oh great,” said Harvey. “I guess that means I'm walking too then."
He had followed me. I thanked whatever powers that were listening for their small graces.
“Yeah.” I answered.
“Yeah what?” Max asked. I waved him off and walked down into the pillars that stretched up to the Elysium ceiling into hanging darkness. There in the shadows, I would confront my phantom. I spun around on my heel…
…and he was gone.
Saturday, May 28th 2005
Private Chambers
The Federal Building Elysium
“I'm just supposed to stick to the facts, right?” he said, circling the distance between Alixandra and myself, grinning a Cheshire grin. He was mocking me, his words like fingertips running over my open skull, dancing over my brain, sending flashes through my vision. I felt the tips of my fangs pressing against my tongue to spite my best efforts to keep them in.
In the Elysium's private chambers, Alixandra was recounting her tale of being captured by Shih demon hunters, and forced into a crucible between the hunters and their prey, the Mandarin of the Seattle Cathayans. Max and I, the so named ‘Ambassadors to the Cathayans’ had been interviewing everyone we could find with any experience regarding the Eastern invaders, and through a contact I had learned that former Primogen Lamereaux had been one of the four Kindred to have had a direct confrontation with the Cathayans of this city. Midway through her explanation of events, he had appeared, arms folded, leaning against the shadowed balustrade, his teeth the only white against the darkness in the corner.
Stick to the facts…
Harvey.
“That's right.” I told him, holding my head. “Stick to the facts. Just the facts.”
Alixandra and Max shared a look, wondering what I was tallking about, and to whom. Max shrugged.
“Okay…” Alixandra responded, clearly not certain how to guess as to my intent. "Well, the facts are that we were bound by paper that was obviously bespelled. It is a fact that we were bound in such a way that we were helpless.“
Harvey laughed, and twirled around Alixandra like a dancer to move over by me. I watched him as if he were a viper about to strike. To her creadit, Alixandra must have thought he was part of some Gangrel instinct about sensing the motives behind her speech, because she merely straightened in response and faced forward as if to ignore me boring a hole in the empty wall with the focus of my eyes.
Her words, and Harvey’s melded together.
“I am Scion.” I said to clear the din. I needed to focus, to get clear of this phantom. I looked down at the small notepad I had been using to document Alixandra’s story sand saw that I had written it on the page in wet black lines.
I am Scion.
Alixandra paused for another moment, still looking at me as if I had grown two heads, which ironically, was possibly true.
“Oh really?” Said Harvey, kicking back next to Alixandra, smelling her hair. “You got something right. Maybe you're not as useless as everyone else thinks you are.” He quipped.
Seeing my eyes drift back towards her, Alixandra took this as her cue to continue.
“We could not use the powers of the blood.” She said with a shiver that was lost in the midst of my own.
Harvey, put his hand on his lips like Newton beneath the apple tree and the noise began again, Alixandra and Harvey talking over each other.
My mind wouldn’t stop hearing him. I thought about putting my hands over my ears, but I knew it wouldn’t work. The noise from the both of them was a cacophony of sound, impossible to concentrate through, and beneath them, rumbled a darker tone and noise, the deep and throaty growl of my Beast. Unsure as to what was going on, Alixandra continued, haltingly, a confused look crawling over her face, as I grit my teeth at no one in particular.
“I think that was when the Cathayans came. I do not think they wanted war with the domain. They came for the hunters. Unfortunately the area where we encountered them was right where Jezenelle had met with the Cathayans.”
I looked at Harvey, grin and all. He was about ready to begin again, I could tell. I slapped the small black notebook into Max’s hands, which shocked him slightly.
“What the…”
“Keep taking notes. I'm going to take a walk.” I growled, and breezed past him at a good clip.
“Oh great,” said Harvey. “I guess that means I'm walking too then."
He had followed me. I thanked whatever powers that were listening for their small graces.
“Yeah.” I answered.
“Yeah what?” Max asked. I waved him off and walked down into the pillars that stretched up to the Elysium ceiling into hanging darkness. There in the shadows, I would confront my phantom. I spun around on my heel…
…and he was gone.
