SeditiousAmbitions 06-28-2009 06:47 PM<br/>Malachi did not react as Enoch picked through what he knew about Malachi. It was all true but at the same time, very little as far as information went. He pondered the question. Cleansing would be an easy task as he had no real ties to any of the Kindred in this city so there would be no personal interferences. However, he was extremely curious about what sort of activity the other factions were up to.<br/><br/>After carefully considering his words, Malachi answered his Prince. â€œMâ€™lord, I feel very strongly that I should head up your housekeeping operation. I have no personal ties and am powerful enough to confront any betrayers.â€ The enjoyment in his voice was obvious. Malachi had a sweet tooth for weak vampires. He never feed from them for nourishment, but it was degrading for a vampire to be bled out by a fellow member of the night. â€œAs far as your reconnaissance missions, I would definitely like to participate, but I am not an expert at such things so only small tasks in that respect.â€<br/><br/>Malachi moved away from the painting and walked around looking at the books and collecting the titles off of the bindings. He made note a few he would like to read once he got the chance. He pivoted and faced Enoch. Truly, the two of them would frighten or rather, should frighten just about anyone and everyone.<br/><br/>braioch8201 07-02-2009 07:09 PM<br/>Enoch's eyes swept over his face, reading every little emotion and nuance that flitted past. He was sure the Vampire would more than likely enjoy it, perhaps a little more than he should. His abilities were not under suspicion, then again he knew that Malachi wouldn't care a bit if his loyalty was under question, probably expected it in all reality. Enoch turned from the Vampire, his eyes seeming to scan the titles that lay out in front of him.<br/><br/>He turned and stared at Malachi, the resemblance in some ways, personality wise, were a little uncanny. Sure he was a little more stable, but malicious, eager for a fight, causing chaos here and there. That was all there, and it seemed to begrudge Enoch to this immortal. He sighed and turned about again, and grabbed a book, an older book, covered in red.<br/><br/>He held the book up, "The Art of War...brilliant book, even though it was written by mortals, sometimes they get something right."<br/><br/>He regarded the other Vampire for a moment, "very well, when I've orchestrated enough of a team together, you will be called. In the meantime you will stay by me, I will be needing to make sure you're dependable after all, keep your friends close after all..."<br/><br/>He let the sentence trail off as he leaned over and pushed the intercom button, "send in Ari'eil, immediately."<br/><br/>Nebb 07-03-2009 08:46 AM<br/>Leaving the Order with a bejeweled sword wrapped in a sheet, Ari'eil headed back to the mining shaft where the events of the evening had unfolded. Exiting the elevator, one of Enoch's guards tried to grab her by the arm. Tried and failed. Instead Ari'eil's hand shot out, twisting the burly man's hand into a submissive lock. She then took a moment to decide his fate. The evenings events had effected her abilities, much the same way adrenalin effected a human, and tonight her senses were sharper than ever.<br/><br/>Realizing the inappropriateness of the situation, Ari'eil quickly released her hold on the guard. Taking a step back she tried not to look the kindred in the eye; provoking his beast now would not be difficult. "I'm sorry. It seems all this evenings proceedings has left me... edgy."<br/><br/>The vampire stared her down as he spat out his message: "The Prince is expecting you." She nodded, again not making eye contact.<br/><br/>"Enoch back from the dead. Memnoch's demise setting off a chain of events that has left all the council members dead. The Ordo Dracul's Order Master slaughtered like an insignificant animal." Thoughts raced through Ari'eil's mind as she entered the room where Enoch and Malachi stood waiting. Giving a slight bow, she slid back the shawl that covered her head, neck and shoulders.<br/><br/>Having heard of the attack in the sewers under the Mage's quarters, Ari'eil had snuck into the sewers, not even an hour after the attack, to find some proof of the Prince's demise. The only thing she had found however, was an bejeweled ornamental sword, lying in a foot of feces and water. It was the same sword Enoch had taken with to his meeting with the mages, the same one that he had possessed the first time she had met him. Having found little else to go on, she returned to her Order Master who explained to her that with complete certainty that Enoch had been killed. The kindred community had also accepted the word of the elders, especially since there was no evidence to the contrary.<br/><br/>Removing the sword from underneath her shawl, she held it out to Enoch. She allowed the sheet that covered the blade to slide off, revealing a bedazzling array of gems encrusted on the hilt.<br/><br/>"My Prince."<br/><br/>braioch8201 07-03-2009 06:02 PM<br/>Enoch eyed the blade in her hand, his pulse quickened, memories rushing to his mind, but then like smoke, were gone. He blinked and took the sword carefully, holding it up high in front of him. His eyes trailed the shining blade, eyes falling on the glittering jewels in the hilt. The blade had been unharmed by anything down there, and he suspected it had been cleaned. His eyes flickered over to Ari'eil, watching her carefully for a moment. He wondered how she managed to come acrossed it, and it occured to him that she may very be the one who brought evidence to the council of his demise.<br/><br/>He sat the blade down on the desk in front of him carefully, pausing for a moment, "I understand your position, if I am to remember correctly, you were very close with one of the council members. I loathe what had to be, but it was necessary nonetheless. This isn't a time for questioning or discussion, we are at war and complete obedience is the new necessity."<br/><br/>He sat down, his cold eyes locked on Ari'eil, "if I may be so bold, you besides myself are the only ones who would even remotely mourn the death of Memnoch. While he will have meant more to me than to you in many ways, mourning is mourning, and I respect that. If I dare so it, I even crave, need even, the knowledge of another being who feels even the remotest sorrow over that loss."<br/><br/>His finger traced the blade in front of him, taking a moment to consider his next words before speaking, "nevertheless, there is work to be done here, and you're needed as well. You know much about this city, many nooks and crannies, the inner workings of this place, it is your skill after all, to obtain knowledge. Which is exactly what I am in need of. You see I need to know not only what the humans who oppose us all are doing, but what the others, the Mages and Lycans are up too. Their incompetence and futile fighting and strife has cost us all far too much. So I am taking the time to put together a team that will deal with gaining this knowledge, from the shadows of course, but if there are other ways, than that it is to be done as well."<br/><br/>Another flicker of the eyes, "so...what do you have to say in all of this? Be honest and forward."