10/8/02 - Insubstantial

I called my sire today. He was not impressed, he never is. He asked for money.

I saw Arkady today, following me like a shadow, a confrontation revealed that he felt it was his duty. All in a night's work, its a job. We all have jobs. Though I suppose there was one effective thing that resulted from that. Shook off the numbness long enough to be pissed off. Shocked first, then pissed off.

I did this Court thing, going through the motions, one step at a time. Words and speech are hollow things, all formalities and no substance. An anarch wants to be primogen of the malkavians. I should ask them about the Aliens. I scheduled a meeting with the malkavians to discuss this, my life is an endless stream of meetings, ironic that I should schedule another, but it can't be helped. The meeting never happened, fates against it. Or a carefully planned sabbat attack, it would have been a blessing except for that nasty bullet I took to the head. After that, things happened so very fast, people surrounding me, blipping in and out on the radar. Malkavians.

Front and center, Brujah - Kay and Colt to be precise (And I can't help but wonder if Colt is the next incarnation of Bolt). And the tiger in the street, Arkady of course. In the end, two dozen or so sabbat lay strewn across the street, the dark metallic tang of blood in the air. Required a massive clean up, and spawned concerns from camarilla members about masquerade issues. What is acceptable and what is not. Such a grey area, and I don't have the answer. I think I'll form a committee, and curse myself with more meetings.