<strong>Amanda Kyleson - Elysium</strong><br/><br/>Daddy fixed Rumbles with a school teacher’s stern glance. Perhaps it was merely Amanda’s imagination playing tricks but the elephant seemed to shudder and tried to duck deeper into her purse. Its beady eyes shut tightly and the plush legs went stiff.<br/><br/>“Hm, interesting. What did Frank have to say about that?” Daddy took a seat and straightened his pant leg.<br/><br/>He nodded vaguely.  “A room is good. Don’t let them lock you on in.” Daddy leaned forward, tensing. “Never let them lock you in. Let NO ONE lock you in.”<br/><br/>Heads turned their way when Daddy raised his voice. He shot them a glance and most averted their eyes. Daddy returned his gaze to Amanda. He seemed calmer now and his voice had returned to normal, although it was still loud enough to be overheard. “Some nights I believe I have the only sane childe in this city.” Chuckling at the frowns appearing on several kindred’s faces he continued in a hushed tone, for Amanda’s ears only. “The Brujah messed up.” He said. “Anton’s dealing with Pavel but he’s too late. A bit more foresight, and nothing like this would’ve happened." He sat up straight and templed his fingers as if giving a lecture to a classroom. "All children want to be heroes", he stated. "Batman, Spiderman, Garouman, whatever. Give them enough room, spare the rod and they'll run off, creating messes that we'll get to clean up." He scowled. "I want you to keep an eye on them. And no, you are not getting paid. You'll have to babysit them for free. Hold their hand and do that thing you're good at. Unless you can talk Anton into paying you, but he won't. That's Europeans for you.”<br/>