Of All the Gin Joints in All the World...

[Caru]

"No apologies Marcheux, really?" Caru blinked at the Brujah. "I'm actually a bit surprised. We're all off duty here, sir, but... That's rude."

She turns her shoulder to him. Snickers at Rhona. "I actually wasn't thinking you were fucking Dukes, yikes. He's very wrinkly. And a Tremere." Caru gave her a look. "What an odd thing to jump to, what have you been around lately, Toreador? Anyway, being good at being a lapdog and good at a job are the same thing sometimes - just be careful. Clan comes first over a Tremere, or didn't anyone teach your that?"

Caru blew a lock of platinum hair aggresively off her face. "Of course he blabbed about the first thing that would make him look vulnerable. Look, I literally just met that guy and he spent half the night with me rocking back and forth on the floor, and trying his darnest to solicit any amount of attention for a sob story about how much he's so downtrodden for being Tremere. You know what? He's an elder who had an active part in destroying a lot of good people - innocent people - in our clan. He contributed to work that decimated our numbers. And he's an experimentalist. If you don't yet know what that means for the Usurpers, then I'll tell you later."

"Listen sure - but to the right people. He's the wrong type all over. You're a neonate. Stirling help me out here, what would you say is likelier: that an elder Tremere is manipulating Rhona by pretending to be vulnerabke or that he's so emotionally insecure as to seek comfort like this? Do you think the Tremere would be allowing that? Given they're all blood bound to the will of someone beyond themselves?"

Some of the anger that was beginning to bleed out into Caru's aura was quelled slightly, as a shudder lanced along her spine, and she arched slightly into Stirling's hand.

[Jean-Jacques]

“Ancilla Caru, my apologies I had not intended stupidity on my part,I had meant to say I had not seen you before you called, I intend no rudeness”

“It is my impression that the elders of clan Tremere present such and covet control or influence over the neonates in Aquae Sulis.....and likely beyond...they certainly did with me”

He nods toward Stirling

“You are not wrong, this is the strangest domain I have visited in my very brief existence”

[Rhona]

“Well, there was more to it than that, but it was a very strange night...I would genuinely wish to talk more about it another time. And yes - I would never deny the extent to which he repeats his tragic tale. Supposedly he adores our clan, but as you say I imagine that is flattery he reserves for any neonate he wants to use. It just seemed good to have one of us in a position of knowing a little of what was going on, since we have no primogen, and there is a grand total of three of us permanently settled here.”

“Which, incidentally, answers your other question. Yes, I have spent a lot of time with Toreadors lately...and Malkavians, and others. Being present at social events is required of me regardless of whether I desire to be there or not.” she shrugged again, her large eyes somewhat downcast.

“I’ve weaselled out of enough altercations with Tremere as it is, they seem to surround new neonates to the city like vultures.” she said, clearly thinking of a few other young kindred she could list. "Pryce and Durham to name a few, though the latter is now a point for debate."