More Propaganda

Ha ha! I finally found something Tina can do from "Confinement": she can write Torpor Propaganda against the Spaniard to be anonymously distributed in all the clubs and bars all over the City. Just so He knows someone is thinking about him. How sweet is that? :-)


The City slips through Your careless grasp,
Your power in question, Your reason in lapse.


Criminals, Hunters and Diablerists appear,
Addicts and Kindred who spread disease draw near.


Your vassals desert You, Your officers break faith,
Your Kingdom in ruin, it's almost too late.


There comes a day where Princes grow wicked,
tired and overwhelmed and burdened and sickened.


Lay down Your sword, go find Your bed,
dismiss Your faithful, lay down Your head.


Only Torpor can bring You peace from this pain.
Save Yourself from ruin. Save us from the same.

Poison Pen

Now we lay him down to sleep

The Spanish Prince in Torpor deep

Drive through his heart a wooden stake

and cheat the Lord, his soul he'd take

Nap Time

"Does this mean the Spaniard and his pleasure-loving whore of a Sheriff are becoming too weak to handle their own City? Nap time for the Prince might be just around the corner..."

It’s half past twelve: time to heed this rhyme
Rest your head for sleepy time


You had many centuries to play and laugh
You got all dirty and had a bath


Three rubber duckies float in the tub
You start singing “rub a dub dub”


Out you come and towel dry
We say it's nap time, you almost cry


The shades are pulled, you sulk to bed
Your eyes are sleepy from the tomes you've read


Your haven secured, your eyes soon close
Your breathing gets heavy and you start to doze


The stake procured, wooden and thin
When driven clean through your slumber begins


Saint or Demon? It matters not.
You'll bother us no more while in Torpor you rot

(Queen of Treason – Muwa ha ha ha ha!)

Lextalionis

Lextalionis: the ancient Kindred tradition of justice where those who violate the laws of the domain must die, and all Kindred within the domain can be called upon to carrying out the sentence.

This is the law that allows a Prince to call a blood hunt; the act of tracking down an alleged criminal for the purpose of justice. The Prince urges each and every member of his populace to participate in the hunt and they are given permission to either bring the quarry back to the Prince's court, or bring him final death where they find him.

If Kindred choose not to participate in the hunt, they won't necessarily be punished, but they certainly can lose status if they refuse the call. If they are caught aiding and abetting the subject of the blood hunt, however, this can result in banishment or final death by execution, at the Prince's pleasure.

Yesterday, at the Elysium, Prince Vidal called for a blood hunt on David Gravois, a neonate member of the Sanctified. While none of our coterie have ever heard of him, we were strongly encouraged to take a key role in the hunt due to Gravois' alleged crimes. He most likely has ties to the vampire-hunters that have taken and staked Edward, and Gravois contacted Savoi and threatened to execute Edward in Savoi's presence. So the general consensus, for what it's worth, is we'll have more info and better luck hunting and finding Mr. Gravois than others might.

Since this is the first hunt I've ever been privy to, and since I don't have a clue where to start, I decided do some research. I was fascinated to find some of the "alternative" methods. Who knows how successful they are, but I'm certainly willing to give these a shot!

• Have local law enforcement issue an APB
  
  
• Have local airports put him on a "no fly" list
  
  
• Freeze his financial accounts
  
  
• Use the Amber Alert system (utilizing radio and electronic roadside messages)
  
  
• Contract with church-sponsored vampire-hunters (apparently a very risky move)

I understand that most hunts end in a high percentage of the criminals being tracked and slain, or occasionally escaping the city (which is usually a death sentence in itself), but either way the hunt is almost always over in a few nights. So we should know the outcome one way or another very shortly.

The other fact I found fascinating is Princes usually only call for blood hunts when their own agents are unable to handle the capture and execution of the criminal on their own. Does this mean the Spaniard and his pleasure-loving whore of a Sheriff are becoming too weak to handle their own city? Nap time for the Prince might be just around the corner...

So, He's a Pedophile???

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Hey now.... Let's just take it easy on all this "credit where credit is due" stuff, Becky Lynn. I'd prefer to believe this was all your maniacal mind at work. Whooo boy! For as quiet as you were on that ride home, I couldn't have ever guessed all THAT happened in the span of the hour and half you were alone with that head-case. Has he really been following you around for years while you were human? While you were 17 and younger?? So that massively old, über creepoid was stalking an under aged girl? Nice. Not only a predator, but a pedophile.

Frankly, can we just keep my part of any of this debacle on the down-low? I'm starting to have daymares of this getting back to the Prince:

"Dateline, New Orleans; Kindred Tina Baker orchestrates unusual love affair between banished pedophile and the Prince's most beloved pet. When asked to comment, A. Vidal swore ultimate revenge on matchmaker."

Considering his trigger-finger for setting off blood hunts as of late, I'd prefer my name not show up at the top of Donnaven's list. If you can understand where I'm coming from. It might look bad on my Invictus Quarterly Review.

I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, my friend, but your night of reckoning may still be coming. When I told Alex I was sick with worry over you and this dangerous trip, I all but told him you were completely in love with Vidal. I thought I was helping; getting the truth out in the open so you two could move forward with it and handle it one way or the other. And Vidal "was" the one who called Pearl directly ordering us to escort you home. So I'm almost positive the Spaniard is going to expect to hear an explanation as to why his pet, who is supposedly devoted to him and has such strong feelings for him, would blatantly disregard his wishes and visit a Kindred he banished from his realm...

Might want to start thinking about excuses. The Invictus handbook for applicants has a very handy section on situations such as these. It's called "Cover Your Ass".

Let me know if you want me to accompany you. I do feel partially responsible for the hole you're in. But please, let's keep the fanfare on how I helped you figure all this out, down to a minimum.

Despite his incredible creepiness, I am somewhat happy you seem to have found a Kindred soul in Matheson. But be forewarned: I'll be looking to tempt you with someone else. IMO, he's just not good enough for you. But then, no one will ever be.

Finding Myself

Yes, once again my love life has taken a mighty turn. I guess you could say that Tina knew more than I could ever give her credit for.

So I decided that I was just sick and tired of waiting for Vidal to return my love. I don't know what his problem is. I mean, I can tell he wants me. It takes all his restraint to stop himself from feeding from me when offered. I think he is scared of loving too much and losing himself. Well, I decided I needed to rile him up a bit. What a better way than visiting my dear beloved sire, who happens to be his worst enemy! Vidal also knows that I am not only one drink away from becoming addicted, but one away from being blood bonded to Mr. Matheson. He is always on my thoughts. I also have been trying to find out a little more on my blood lineage. Because Mr. Matheson is so old, nobody knows anything about it but him. So what better reason to go for a visit. I decided to go for a drive.

I let Alexander (Vidal's right hand man) know where I was going, just in case Matheson tried something sneaky. I also told Tina, who thought it was a fantastic idea at the time. Then...she thought about it a little more and had second thoughts. She called Alexander with her worries and made a HUGE deal out of it. Like I am not capable of handling myself! It's sweet and all, but please... have you seen my claws! Anyway, I take off. Ohhhh how my plan succeeds! However, I got a little more than I was planning for.

Vidal sends a message to Pearl demanding that she send her pets Louis and Tina after me to make sure I am safely returned home. He doesn't want to lose me after all. However, I think he might be a little too late.

I arrive and Matheson's house and am greeted by the gentleman that I once knew and loved. He was as regal and handsome as ever! I find that not only has he kept his promise to me that he would better the living standards of his cattle, but he is now paying them as well. Then he makes his move! Asking me if I need sustenance over and over again. Then he goes and slits his wrist letting his enthralling vitae drip into his glass. This is where I needed to make a choice.

Earlier, Tina and I had a conversation about her bond to Pearl. She asked me if I wanted true love, or just something made up and forced upon me for life. This popped into my head at that very moment. She was right! I wanted true love, not some artificial love that I could choose never to leave. I didn't want one sided love from Matheson, Vidal, or anyone else for that matter! I resisted, even though that longing in his eyes made me hesitate in my words. He was very upset and threw the glass across the room. I don't blame him. He misses me and wants me to stay with him. Then I could tell where his true feelings lay. He truly did love me. I asked him not to ask me of that again, and he stopped. Though he told me not to return, in fear that my beauty would force him to go back on his word and ask again. I also found out that he had risked his life in the city following me for years when I was mortal. I asked him if one day he would be willing to bond himself to me forever, if I ever wished to stay with him. He replied by telling me that he would, but neither of us are ready for that step in our unlife. I left Mr. Matheson with a simple kiss to help me remember what I longed to come back to. Well, Tina and Louis finally show up and I go home with them. I know I look delicate, but as they could see I could take care of myself.

Now that it is all over, I think I have figured some things out. I understand why Matheson drank from me and asked me to leave in the beginning. He knew that I could never learn what I needed to about being a vampire banished away with him in the bayou. He knew that I needed to be in the city to experience and discover. Though it hurts him greatly to be away from me, he knows, as do I, that there is still more for me to learn. I am going back to the city, though my heart longs for him more than it ever did. Knowing his true feelings and now understanding his actions, show me what kind of gentleman he really is. I plan on going back to him someday. When we are both ready. This information of course will not leave my lips in fear of what Vidal might do or say.

All in all, I must give credit to Tina where credit is due. She helped me understand what I wanted out of love. She also helped me realized, as I am sure she knew all along, that I was covering up my broken heart with the false love of Vidal. I never loved him. My heart has always been with Mr. John Harley Matheson, and always will.

it's here it's here it's here it's here it's here

It's here! Finally! Peter got it for me in this awesome yellow/orange color. Of course, I have no idea what it looks like in the sun like this – Peter took these pictures for me and sent to my CrackBerry. But it's gorgeous at night under the lights, just the same. God, I just love, love, love it! Got a chance to totally open it up late on Sunday night when Louis and I had to drive out to Matheson's place to pick Becky Lynn up before she went and did something really stupid. She was an hour or so ahead of us, so it was a perfect excuse for me to really put my foot down. I think I averaged about 165 mph on the way out. And it handled like a dream when we hit those tight turns... yummy.

I can't wait to have some fun with it on-track. I think Peter and I can take it over to Raceway Park in Belle Rose (an hour West of here) and run it on their road course. They have night track time on Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays, so we should be able to pull that off and not see a sunrise :)