"All arise."
The boardroom, suits of wealth and high status arise as if automatons in the presence of thier master, staring at the sheen glass door, several eyes blink at the man they'll lend thier ear, without question nor remark, stride in with anchored shoulders,
It isn't, Sith Tyrone Alicante Scaletta.
Rather, Enigmor Chris Kimball,
In the Auditorium, nearly the entirety of the large, well lit room's space is taken up by the massive round table sprawling out from the center. There are seats for all fourty five Brood members in Romwater, a incomprehensible amount for any Brood as most only house a mesely twenty to twenty five. Not only is the number intimidating, it is also daunting for Tyrone to handle the matter of each of those fourty five when they arise.
One such example of this is the very presence of Enigmor Kimball, who takes a seat at one of the open chairs at the table. Fortunately, there are only seven members attending the meeting today, as was requested of them.
The Sith, of course. His two Confidatés. The Borgiacte, the financial advisor and overseer, Quinton Pace. Two Piernts, Ivan King and Edward Remington, and Kimbal himself.
"Grand Espouse to you all, Fangs." Kimbal bows, sweat trailing down the groomed brow of the brunette vampire.
He reluctantly turns to face Scaletta. "Espouse, Sith."
"Endured. Borgiacte Quiton tells me you bring important information, Enigmor. Speak."
"Uhh," he clears his throat, "yes, Sith. It's regarding my fellow Enigmor... Willow Rose. I think she's in danger."
"What gives you such an idea?" Quinton interjects, the graying man, looking particularly tired this evening.
"I found out a group of Preds were going after her."
"Really," Dante asks, "and how'd you find that out, huh?"
"Oh par deiu... he's an Enigmor. It's what he's tasked to do, gather important street info." Zena rolls her eyes.
"Enough you two. Zane please continue." Tyrone glares.
"Well, forgive me, Sith, but there isn't much else to say. Except that this happened about a few hours ago, probably around twilight."
"I see. Where does Willow live then?"
"Around Angel Avenue, on 24th, like right past Benny's Pawn Shop, can't miss it. They have like, a big ass poster advertising a sale that's going on there–"
"We didn't ask for a fucking store promo, new guy." Dante rolls his eyes,
Kimbal tightens his lips.
"What do you think of this, Zenalithia?" Tyrone turns to face Zena, who meets his gaze.
"Well, it's Willow Rose, correct? She's a valuable asset to the Brood. Having gathered information critical to stopping the attempted cou de ta on your reign that happened last year. On the other hand, she has no thralls nor bloodchidren so no ties can be made back to her if she dies, considering the worst. Still, she is but an Enigmor and can easily be replaced." Her last words sounding heartless, even to Tyrone, as he tries to overlook them.
"Don't I get a say in this matter? I ain't here to just look pretty, ya know." Dante voices.
"Maybe if you wore less makeup, you'd look less like a doll. Besides, dolls don't talk." Ivan quips with a smile.
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Sanguine Suck
VampireTyrone Alicante Scaletta, Sith Of Romwater. That name means something, more than the brash and charismatic Tyrone, knows, Though, in the coming nights, velvet stained and smoke hazed as they may be, he shall know the true meaning of the word, Sith. ...
