Letters to home, communications with the Sabbat - Marcus' Hole in the Wall - ST/Marcus Jaint

Dear Brody

Made it safe and sound and firmly established in my new home.   The city is beautiful, but I was noticing some cracks within the foundations of one of the buildings in the area.  Gonna keep an eye on it for now, and if it becomes more warped then it already is, I'll let you know.   Oh, and I met my new boss.  He's the vice president for the company and seems like a pretty straight forward kinda guy.  Beyond that, just surviving right now, though I'm confident that I'll be thriving soon enough.  Miss you terribly.

X.O.X.O's

Dearest Marcus -

We all miss you like mad. Your brothers are busy, both of them working on getting new jobs. Finally, they're doing something with their lives! But, I digress. Do keep me posted on those foundation cracks. They can cause all sorts of troubles at the most inopportune times. If I were you, I'd see about getting an inspector in there, pronto.

Glad you're safe and sound, and glad that you're already getting in on good terms with the new boss.

Kisses,
Brody

"THere have been no mass embracees by the Cam in over a year here...." That single message was sent. No code. No innuendo. No hiding it. Just putting it out there. He waits for a response.

The answer came rather quickly.

That is because the Camarilla believe that they should have to ask permission from some random appointed office if they wish to create progeny.

The response was not quick in coming

"What was that black thing that attacked me. Specifically, what discipline..."

"Don't play coy Brody. You know perfectly well what black thing that is. The shadowy blob that snatched me from my life. You had me believing that it was some trick of the cam. And I believe you. But I need to know what it was if I'm to narrow down who it was that did this to me. My goal here is to find that monster and make him or her pay. You siad you would help me in that endevor. Well, this is the help I need now. I need knowledge."


(Spent 1 willpower to speak sharply to Brody. 2 willpower spent so far for the conversation. 2 willpower left)

yes

Are there any kindred in the city right now that controls that ability? I've never seen it exercised, but I don't know enough about it to be able to point to someone and say...him.

"You mentioned that everyone here was terrible. Ravenous monsters that sought to subjugate everyone and everything beneath their tyranical rule. But I've met so many good people. Shauna. Jim. Raz0r. Ren. These people are good and seek to make the city a safer place so that what happened to me doesn't happen to others. How is it they can blindly follow some or something so evil. And I saw the prince of the city. He was speaking to a priest about the loss of a friend. A mortal priest, and he seemed to gain some measure of peace from the conversation. I don't understand Brody. I don't understand what I'm supposed to do here...."

You act like I have no instincts of my own. I -was- a doctor, and I was very good at reading people. Yeah, I can understand one false read, maybe two if I'm really off my game...but I've had multiple encounters with these folk, and I get the same reading every time. Something feels wrong, but I don't know enough to put my finger on it

All of em Brody. Why would they be so nice and helpful. Hell, Raz0r said she wanted to help me. I was playing up my embrace, doing a bit of sympathy mining, and she legitimately wanted to help me. I am one hundred precent sure about it. Why would she doing that if she was this cold blooded, monstrous creature?

...How could you even ask that of me. Of course she wouldn't be coming between us. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Without you, I'd have been staked out for the sun weeks ago. Without you in my life, I wouldn't know what I was doing. Where I was going. I'd be lost.

I....I can't talk about this anymore.

*Spending a will power, my final one to close the window by shutting down the computer*


He sits there look at the black screen for a long time, blood tears flowing down his face freely. Finally, hours later, he curls up in his bed and goes to sleep, the sun only an hour away. It was good to be humane.