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Post by stacey on Feb 24, 2010 19:19:30 GMT -8
Stacey walks back through the passageways beneath the ice of Redwings Stadium. "So what happened with Genovese and the Archbishop? I know some things were discussed, but what actually happened? I wasn't here when everything went down. I did see Genovese up top so, I'm guessing it went about as planned?"
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Post by ooc... on Feb 24, 2010 20:28:49 GMT -8
Addison, Wes to his friends, eyes his cards and his packmates at the table. He raises an eyebrow and slides his cards together when he hears and recognizes the familiar voice of Stacey, a trusted ally and asset to the BNB. He nods his head towards him upon making eye contact " Hey, yeah about that....". Wes folds and slides the chair back from the table and brings his "red-stained" big gulp cup with him as he moves away from the game and pack chatter towards Stacey. "So pretty much we worked out a deal with Genovese, informing him that our recent little escapade with him was a wake up call. After trying to get some fucking recognition for what we did, and getting through his thick dead skull, that Montreal and Atlanta didn't just show up outta some goddamn wim, and that people of his own city took care of that, for the sake of saving it, he then started to get the picture." Slurping through his straw, Wes closes his eyes in enjoyment and wipes his mouth on his jacket finishing with a satisfied "Ahhh!". He gestures again going back to talking "So he started his whole attempt to backpedal and connive his way outta it, when we layed it on em. We did what we did, and until it proves out to be the best idea in the world, we gotta keep that secret. Now that he knows the secret, he need to do something to "prove" to us, that he was on board and was as willing to be as involved as we are." If Wes still had the ability to sigh, it wouldn't have seem so forced or rehearsed, he made the action, but it seemed fake, as if he tried to remember it but gave up on the delivery, " Sooo, i got him to diablerize the "Former" Archbishop, good old Hawthorney... that's why hes not sitting in the corner, making posed obscene gestures or looking like he's touching himself, or wearing that Santa hat we put on em cuz we thought it was funny." He disengaged eye contact from Stacey, hesitantly, and rubbed the back of his head," Despite being reluctant at first, he eventually figured out that it was his only key outta this room, mainly because I TOLD him, it was his only key outta this room". Wes smirked," Then he and I ran down the different ways to discredit the former AB as a true sabbat, and Genovese was perfectly willing to use a tidbit of rumor I had heard from that Inquisition guy we talked to a couple nights ago, bout the AB being a possible infernalist, as his way of convincing himself doing it, beyond the immediate peril, so that was that...". Wes looked over to the table to take stock of the poker game, " Anything else you wanna know?"
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Post by stacey on Feb 24, 2010 22:16:43 GMT -8
Stacey laughs through most of the story and shakes his head at the end. "Fucking Genovese. He be making simple shit hard for no good fucking reason. Don't nobody here care if we brought in the new Archbishop or gave the city to Venere. What's he all in his panties about? He was there when no one but him spoke up. He better know that trying to discredit someone that nobody cares about is just gonna bring down a whole bunch of scrutiny on his head. People are gonna wonder why he's trying so hard to press a non-issue. Still..." Stacey shrugs slightly and his hands slide into his pockets as he takes a step to the side and sits down on the edge of a table. "Sounds like everything went well. He just ate himself into a death warrant and a very long servitude. As soon as Charles VI gets wind that Genovese soul-slurpped one of his advisors after Genovese pledge to support him, that's his ass."
He rests his elbows on his knees as he leans forward slightly. His mind raced with thoughts, imagining the future roll out in his mind, then repeating many more times for many more possible futures. "I guess now, we just need to tighten the screws. We should get Charles VI contact info from Genovese. We should have that on hand in case it ever comes up as a viable option to call him for some reason. And as a matter of fact, see if you can't get Venere's info from somewhere, maybe the new Archbishop. If Genovese could get in contact with Charles VI, then we ought to be able to speak to Venere if we need to, considering the recent gift of a city we sent his way."
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Post by jacobwesley on Feb 25, 2010 0:37:33 GMT -8
Cuts a deck of cards listening to his brother and stacey banter. I would think V. would be pleased as punch to help us, but then, given that we just gaked Genovese, he might not trust us much either. Not that G was undeserving -he needed to die and bad- but we should be aware that any reasonable person is not going to trust us easily. Turns two cards over, they are both kings. We are after all, regicides, of a sort.
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Post by stacey on Feb 25, 2010 8:24:02 GMT -8
"Well, since we didn't actually kill Genovese, I think that would gain us at least a little bit of goodwill. We aren't savages. If nothing else, having Charles VI's phone number will allow us to leave him a message and let him know that Genovese ate his advisor, just in case Genovese gets it in his head to do something he shouldn't be doing." Stacey folds his hands together as he glances around at the people assembled. His silver eyes reflect the light in the room, considering the value of their positions. "And I wouldn't say that we're regicides. There's a couple more steps up the chain of command before we would register as regicides. But I think we're working on that..." He pauses for a moment and shakes his head. "Wouldn't that be some shit... Anyway, now that this shit about civil war is done, did I hear someone say they wanted to look towards Quebec for fun?"
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Post by ooc... on Feb 25, 2010 23:43:47 GMT -8
"Good point Stacey" Wes chimes in. "Ya BRO, you should know that, killing someone, ain't exactly the same, as ganging up and tagging someone... Hey, I saw good ole Tony upstairs, walkin around, doin his thing, can't be dead if he's doin that... plus...he wasn't worth much dead, well, the formal "final" dead, kinda dead..." Looking towards his brother Jacob, a new addition to the BNB crew, Wes smirks, and pulls a tape recorder out of his pocket..." See he isn't worth much at all, but if he was dead, he couldn't have gone on record agreeing to Diablerize the former Archbishop, to save his own dead skin". 'click'. The sound of Genovese's conversation with Addison grew louder, Wes places the recorder on the table, and turns up the volume. " All we gotta do, is leave it as is, or splice it up, to get all the "juicy" out of context parts from it, and he'll be a great asset to us, and this city...". Wes moves his gaze to Stacey " And as for that Quebec stuff, i'm down, we could start there, but Windsor is just across the river. Cam's bound to be there. Also, should we tell our law enforcement friend to keep an eye on the Chief's daughter?" Wes reaches for the table and grabs the recorder. 'click' He presses the STOP button, and places it underneath his shirt, and the shape of his hand presses against his body, he then pulls his hand back out from underneath his shirt, and the recorder is gone." There's also some arsonist, on a kick for bookstores lately... He even hit a old favorite of ours Stacey... we might be obliged to taking a look into it, if you got nothing too pressing is coming up." His facial expression to Stacey was that of a confirming look. Reaching up to stretch, Wes extends his arms away from his body and then back down to a neutral position of folding them across his chest.
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Post by stacey on Feb 26, 2010 11:06:20 GMT -8
Stacey takes a long time to consider the situation before he nods to himself, then to Wes. "Yeah... lots of little things on the table. Kind of getting in the way of the big thing on the table. But I can't quite figure out if it is worth it to finish all thesse little things first and then get to the big thing, or should we ignore the little stuff and just focus on getting this war between Charles VI and Venere to be over. Cause that would really help focus shit if the Sabbat could stop in-fighting long enough to get out of its own way." Stacey takes a toothpick from his pocket and slides it between his teeth on the right side. He stands up and moves around to one of the couches, sliding down onto the arm of it. "But I don't know how realistic it is to say we can try to end that war. And maybe we just have to let it play out however it plays out while we go back to doing real Sabbat work of fighting the Camarilla. Whether it is Windsor or Quebec, I just need to get back to mass killings. Hasn't been a lot of that here lately."
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Post by jacobwesley on Mar 10, 2010 23:36:31 GMT -8
Wanders in. So I was a bit short on the uptake last time, but hey, I knew Genovese, and knew the fuck was better off dead. The trouble is, after the vaulderie, he was in my fucking head, you know? Like I can't just let it go. I gotta fucking punish someone. But we can use this, I think. Fucking Genovese was goddamned hero, right? He was going to lead us against the Cam, right? So fuck it, lets make him a martyr for this city. A Bona Fide Sabbat Saint, right? MIght be the thing the city needs. After I hit someone.
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