WWDitC Ch. X: When a Stalker Calls
General Summary
From Rosalita Lee's Personal Diary
Jan. 19, 1994 - Jan. 20, 1994
Pleasantly quiet nights, I'll take these dull evenings over the chaos and uncertainty of last fall's killings. Enforcing the masquerade is such a nasty business, I can measure successes by the number of nights I have wholly devoted to my favorite vintages of vitae. Last night I met with some of the Folk Singer's thin-blooded childes, they wanted to arrange for an Anarch turncoat to be formally admitted to their domain. They really are quite committed to this accommodating approach towards the Anarchs, perhaps they may even sway the Long Shadow on this issue soon. But for now we're not dealing with the entire Anarch movement, we're discussing a young man named Jaime Encela. To sweeten his arrangement with the University of Washington coterie he presented a list of Anarchs in Ted Conklin's inner circle, the gentlemen who organized the gruesome attack on the coterie's domain last fall. With all of this information proffered, the Long Shadow needed little time to deliberate before handing out his ultimatums to the coterie. From now on Mr. Encela will be considered a childe of the Folk Singer, eliminating any illusions of his Caitiff affiliation or of any scandals predating his arrival to the domain. Second, the University of Washington coterie will be responsible for hunting down the names provided by Jaime, even if they currently reside beyond Seattle city limits. A simple enough goal, especially given their remarkable success in apprehending (and eliminating) Florence Garcia. Third, and most strange of all, the Long Shadow would like to meet with Daphne one-on-one once her 'alchemy' skills have reached a satisfying level of success. A curious proposal, but with his eight centuries of experience I've learned to stop questioning his motives and fully enjoy my role as Sheriff. But apart from some sumptious drinks to slake the hunger, this week has proven to be a dull affair. The other night there was some kind of scuffle on the border between Wither and the Malkavian's territory, but my informants tell me that the masquerade remained intact despite some of our own kindred being involved. The individuals involved remains a mystery, but I am sure with all the free time I have I'll obtain the answer soon enough.
Jan. 19, 1994 - Jan. 20, 1994
Pleasantly quiet nights, I'll take these dull evenings over the chaos and uncertainty of last fall's killings. Enforcing the masquerade is such a nasty business, I can measure successes by the number of nights I have wholly devoted to my favorite vintages of vitae. Last night I met with some of the Folk Singer's thin-blooded childes, they wanted to arrange for an Anarch turncoat to be formally admitted to their domain. They really are quite committed to this accommodating approach towards the Anarchs, perhaps they may even sway the Long Shadow on this issue soon. But for now we're not dealing with the entire Anarch movement, we're discussing a young man named Jaime Encela. To sweeten his arrangement with the University of Washington coterie he presented a list of Anarchs in Ted Conklin's inner circle, the gentlemen who organized the gruesome attack on the coterie's domain last fall. With all of this information proffered, the Long Shadow needed little time to deliberate before handing out his ultimatums to the coterie. From now on Mr. Encela will be considered a childe of the Folk Singer, eliminating any illusions of his Caitiff affiliation or of any scandals predating his arrival to the domain. Second, the University of Washington coterie will be responsible for hunting down the names provided by Jaime, even if they currently reside beyond Seattle city limits. A simple enough goal, especially given their remarkable success in apprehending (and eliminating) Florence Garcia. Third, and most strange of all, the Long Shadow would like to meet with Daphne one-on-one once her 'alchemy' skills have reached a satisfying level of success. A curious proposal, but with his eight centuries of experience I've learned to stop questioning his motives and fully enjoy my role as Sheriff. But apart from some sumptious drinks to slake the hunger, this week has proven to be a dull affair. The other night there was some kind of scuffle on the border between Wither and the Malkavian's territory, but my informants tell me that the masquerade remained intact despite some of our own kindred being involved. The individuals involved remains a mystery, but I am sure with all the free time I have I'll obtain the answer soon enough.
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