It is January 6th and I am concerned. The Carthian betrayers are going to start a war. They are children and fools and this means one of two things...
They are going to be swept aside like chaff. Or, more dangerously, I am wrong and they have plans I cannot yet fathom. The being led, after all by an Invictus elder, despite what she now calls herself.
The group is meeting at the Watts Tower. Why? Don't know. Big pieces of junk. Of course the Carths are impressed by shiny objects. Like children and dogs.
Peter went to talk to a homeless man. I hope he isn't feeding. That's just... dirty.
There's nothing here, I'm sure, but to humor my comrades I looked around. Homeless, recent graffiti. No indication of any nefarious or clandestine meetings. In the words of the disgusting young cattle, "Duh."
Peter returned with a ridiculous story from an insane man yammering on about dragons and a gymnast and men in black robes. He was looking at the gallery. So we did so as well. The rest of the group wants to break in. I'm working with a bunch of amateurs. Though, I suppose I have no better ideas.
Twenty five minutes later, Kyrie got in. Woo-fucking-hoo. Peter went with her. I wonder if my sire ever did stupid shit like this when she was my age.
I'm pretty sure I just saw... wait... what the fuck? Did Peter just drive his ghoul's wagon up to the place they just broke into and are they stealing a filing cabinet? Ok. This is sad. I'm out of here. Gonna go feed. I feel like Chinese.
Got a call from Calliope. Something is going down in her territory. On my way. She's someone I'll actually answer the call from.
Arrived at the scene. Exsanguination. Fuck. We spread a rumor that it was gang activity but that won't help. I overheard the police radio. There are multiple ambulances and police on route to the hospital, which means more bodies. Which means multiple full drinkings in public in Calliope's domain...
Which means war.
"Upon arriving in Watts, I discovered the shelter in which these new vampires, [some] of whom were turned and abandoned with no sire to which they could call master, would sleep.
'Tis unassuming, of course, and has the appearance of total isolation and lifelessness-- pardoning all puns. Yet some of the young ones, my comrades have informed me [redacted]
With no call to action, I made my way over to the Watts Towers during the forbidden hours of their kind and found nothing suspicious, of course. But I investigated deeper, [redacted].
I decided to try and out-prove that notion. Whereupon, I stayed until the hours of the night and, [redacted]
Beside myself, I realized I was undoubtedly drawing too much attention, being the creature that I am, so departed with haste. I made way to my haven in Malibu, where I forthrightly informed my sire of all I had discovered in the two days I had been investigating. [redacted]
I will write more. Calliape summons me from her domain. I must provide my help, as it sounds dire.
Yours truthfully,
Serenia De Lusignan"
Serenia De Lusignan"
