Several minutes more passed in awkward silence, each kindreds thoughts kept tightly to themselves. Surely no one here could read thoughts, could they? Such a thing seemed unlikely, but then stranger things had happened in your unlives. Once you've died and returned from it, who's to say what is real and what is false.
After a near ten more minutes of painful waiting, the sound of the theater's doors swining open caused nearly every head in the room to turn. Inside stepped the sheriff, followed closely by a tall-broad shouldered man of what must be an impressive build, carefully concealed beneath a long, black leather coat. While only a fool childer would assume that was truly what Elder Nathan looked like, it was the form he bore to Elysium, and what most knew him as. Following closely on his heels, head downcast, was a dark-haired young man with a wiry build. His hair was just long enough to cover his eyes as he gazed at the floor, following the prince like a well-trained dog.
"Apologies." Nathan stated simply upon arriving, "Business kept me longer than I'd hoped."
The perceptive would notice Don Avragado clench his jaw in irritation that the elder's excuse was the same that had gotten him put down in court before all. The fat ventrue seemed to swallow the injustice and hide it well, for he showed little sign of his anger over the matter. Donovan regarded Nathan with a tone that was as close to "understanding" as he seemed capable.
"Well, now that everyone of importance has come... let us begin." The prince said, as Nathan took a seat a few rows back, close enough to Camille and her clique to make them feign polite smiles and look awkward. His manservant stood in the row beside his seat, still as the dead.
"I have received word from a reliable source, that a member of the Camarilla's red list is hiding away in our city." The prince addressed the theater, "This is unacceptable."
More than a few ears perked at the mention. Far from a show of power, it seemed the prince had a genuine reason for dragging so many souls out in the storm. The red list was essentially a "most wanted" of the Camarilla as a whole. Each kindred on it had been judged incredibly dangerous and a threat to the entire sect by the high conclave itself. The prestige of bringing down a member of the red list was immense, for those not interested in serving the sect merely out of good will. To those not fancying the chance to pit themselves against some of the most dangerous kindred alive, the knowledge that such a potent traitor and enemy of the sect was near was enough to make some quite paranoid.
"My information comes from an Archon, whom none of us should have reason to doubt, that the kindred known as Michail Photios was tracked to Chicago. He is very old, and is wanted for sedition, violence against several Justicars and the practice of infernalism and satanic rituals. To aid the Archons in delivering this wretch to justice, I am offering a boon to whomever can bring him in, or provide information that leads to his capture. How strong a boon would depend on how vital your aid was, of course."
Mumbled asides and mulling over the information filled the room. The prince could not easily backpedal on an offer made so publicly... but attempting to collect said boon only involved attempting to stalk and capture what was apparently a VERY powerful kindred... and a sorcerer aside.
"Those of you too.... prudent... to take to the hunt..." The prince said, his pause in speech and tone making it obvious the word he meant was something far more insulting, "I still expect will provide information on this criminal, if you should have any reason to suspect you have seen him. This is a threat to all of us. Who can know what this man is planning here."
"Michail Photios is a greek man. Dark-haired, poorly shaven and tall. He resembles a man near 40, and is not known for any ability to disguise his appearance. He IS however, known for his tricks of the mind and his powerful presence in swaying others to his his infernal masters. Anyone allowing themselves to be recruited by him will share his fate." The prince continued, his voice a stern threat at the end. "Any information you have, I expect to be brought to the sheriff or scourge immediately, or failing that, to my childe Micheal."
The room was silent for a moment before a voice rose to speak again.
"This boon." Ophelia asked, her tone skeptical, "What can be asked?"
"Anything within reason." Donovan told her, seeming almost amused that she dared to consider the offer. "Rite to ghoul or even embrace is not out of the question..."
"Or to request territory?" She added.
"That would also be considered." He told her in a clipped tone, "Depending on what territory you wished."
".... thank you, Prince. That was all I wished to know." She replied in feigned politeness, even tipping her head in almost a bow.
OOC: Slight break in case any of you have anything to add. If not (which I'm assuming is the case) I'll keep things going tomorrow. Also if any any point you want to say you'd have acted mid-way through one of my rants or the scene, tell me and I'll edit things. You can always cut in with words/actions if you're present.
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