prove her innocence (part one)
little spunky Lictor.:
well, she had expected him to tell her the name and leave as quickly as he could ascertain that his efforts weren’t in vain. the Lictor had gotten used to the animosity from Lucifer, so to see him settle in was rather unnerving… she should have known there was some ulterior motive.
initially, it was all business. “very well, i shall have the Lictor in charge of that case verify that name, though i see no reason why you would lie. that would be easily discovered and send quite a blow to your dignitas. i believe that you did acquire the name, and as such, i’m ready to speak to you about the resources i’m ready to share with you.”
but not even the Ventrue, Elder and controlled as she was, could prevent the drop in her jaw as Luc explained how he got the information. for fifteen minutes, she just looks at him, unsure if she misheard –– surely she had! –– but when it all clicked together, her voice is slow and measured and more than a little disbelieving, “… did you pimp me out to the Brujah?”
at her own shock, her own surprise ... he too reflects a similar expression upon those once-stoic features, his jaw gaping as he stares over at her. why, surely, another Lictor could have prevented the astonishment she appears to present before him ... surely!
“ pimp? such a ... vulgar and disturbing adjective, my dear Jeanette. why, I merely sought to enhance the inter-clan relations between ourselves and those so often deemed as ... lower-class! we have had quite enough of dealing with the Toreador and Tremere. it is well past time for us to extend a reach to the Gangrel and Brujah; to embrace those common Camarilla ties between us before the Sabbat claim us whole. would you not agree ... my dear clansmate, my fellow Lictor? “
what a prickly position he’s put his dear Jeanette in :: and those dark pupils of his remain fixed upon her as he gauges her response, knowing a false move to the inch right or left could prove her undoing for the next thousand years. after all, this was no mere Newborn that she’d opted to trifle with ... and he fully expected the evidence she had possession over since he had provided her the name she’d so sought in her own investigations.
“ ... and your resources, Ms. Mandel? what did you find of the evidence i so kindly provided you in your own investigations? “


















