Meeting Casimir' associates was always a most dreadful ordeal. Each and every one of them seemed to look at her with hungry eyes, as though it might be reasonable to carve her up and eat her. It was hard to keep a stone face when every bit of her insides shook with terror. She fled, once. Casimir tore her open and exposed her organs to the air, asked if they still shook then.
We have a meeting with the Cat tonight. Bringing myself to meet with him is terrifying, to act the way I do in the face of someone so powerful. I know I'll want to press my face to the ground, be humble, to play submissive. The instinct to survive is so much stronger than the need to keep this cover. But keeping this cover is survival. Look at how they talk about Sari, Sorry however it is you spell his name. The tremere Anti. They shout names, curses, and prejudices. What if they knew that really, he and I weren't much different?
Tonight we are going to go, as a pack. Even through the flames of hell, we walk hand and hand.
Literally.
Friday, September 19, 2014
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
No one listens to little Betty
"Child, shut your mouth."
"But, Isaac, you don't know what you're dealing with," she pleaded.
"I said QUIET," He grabbed her face, shouting the word into her eyes, straight into her mind, and not another sound escaped. Panic filled her entire being. She knew this was the last time she would see Isaac, and she would be blamed. It would be all her fault, because she should have spoken up, she should have explained. She couldn't save him.
No, no one listens to little Betty, not then not now. I read everything I could on everything they could need, every aspect of every part of it. I tried talking, speaking in low tones. I even tried speaking in proper English, dropping the curtain for a bit. Then I shouted, screamed. No one ever listened to little Betty, baby Betty, but I thought surely, surely they would listen to Kay Fury. I had their ears. I had their attention. It seemed certain they would get it. But it devolved into chaos, and I just couldn't hold the rage back. I left the conversation. I may have left them to die. What if they die before we speak again?
The Order of St. Blaise, or at least the representatives, will never be forgiven for stepping on my toes. No, trampling my feet entirely. I don't do vengeance. Exceptions can be made... We WILL be heard.
Did I just say we?
"But, Isaac, you don't know what you're dealing with," she pleaded.
"I said QUIET," He grabbed her face, shouting the word into her eyes, straight into her mind, and not another sound escaped. Panic filled her entire being. She knew this was the last time she would see Isaac, and she would be blamed. It would be all her fault, because she should have spoken up, she should have explained. She couldn't save him.
No, no one listens to little Betty, not then not now. I read everything I could on everything they could need, every aspect of every part of it. I tried talking, speaking in low tones. I even tried speaking in proper English, dropping the curtain for a bit. Then I shouted, screamed. No one ever listened to little Betty, baby Betty, but I thought surely, surely they would listen to Kay Fury. I had their ears. I had their attention. It seemed certain they would get it. But it devolved into chaos, and I just couldn't hold the rage back. I left the conversation. I may have left them to die. What if they die before we speak again?
The Order of St. Blaise, or at least the representatives, will never be forgiven for stepping on my toes. No, trampling my feet entirely. I don't do vengeance. Exceptions can be made... We WILL be heard.
Did I just say we?
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