2013.6.11:Decisions

Decisions
Never winds up at his sponsor's house to discuss his future.
IC Date	November 6, 2013
IC Time	Night.
Players	Never, Aeric
Location	Mission Plaza Tower

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Aeric is in the same place he always is, In a chair in the living room and reading a book. This time the topic is ancient greece scientific principles. When there's a rap on the door he nods and the butler opens it, offering a good evening to whoever is present before letting them in.

Never steps inside, his satchel slung on his hip. The satchel, a recent acquisition, bespeaks his 'scrounger' mentality - a side-effect from living on and off the streets these several days past. With each night he shows the promise of becoming something else; something better than 'just' another Gangrel. With a polite tone to his voice, he greets his sponsor. "Good evening sir," he begins, "...how are you this evening?"

Aeric looks up from the book, "You don't have to be formal. I'm fine Never. Are you finding your way through undeath? IT's a daunting task at first, especially without support. Let me know if you need anything." Then a nod, "Take a seat. I read your notepad. It doesn't exactly help much. So it's all about finding this joey gangrel. I can put out the word and see where he turns up."

Never walks over and removes the satchel from his shoulders as he slides into a nearby chair. "Thank you," he responds though it's not like Aeric was saying anything that would have directly warranted such a thing. "I'm not sure how to behave half the time. For some I'm not formal enough - others, I go too far. It's just...there's a lot to take in." Glancing around for his notebook he asks as he makes himself more comfortable, "I have a feeling that there will be no Joey to find - and should any of his uh...'children' survive, I'm not sure how they would react to me." With an honesty that comes only from being without options or a clue he raises his eyes and asks the man, "What would you do? Go after a sire you barely knew - or just let it go and move on?"

Aeric flips the page, "That's a deep question. The problem being there isn't a real answer. For some vampires, their past defines who they are. Others are defined by their present. Still more are defined by their future. The question you have to answer is which one makes you who you are today? Is it Joey? Maybe his sire Aurelia? Or is it Never, the City Gangrel, who has found a niche for himself in a city that he barely knew until someone came along and offered him a boat to get out of the water." There's a chuckle as he flips the page, "What you make of it at this point is up to you."

Never hrms and considers that for a moment. It is a very deep issue - as it will determine his future within the city on so many levels. "I have heard that my sire did not pick me for any other reason than he needed canon fodder - someone to stand between him and the Sabbat. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and because of that...everything changed." That took a bit for him to say - to acknowledge that there was no great meaning for his embrace, no deep emotional connection - simply convenience. He was, in essence, disposable. "I am Gangrel - I can not change that. But," he stumbles over his words for a moment and then proceeds, "...what that means is entirely up to me." He takes a breath again - mentally taking the next step before his mouth verbalizes his thoughts just to make sure he can do it. "To that end - I need to learn. Learn everything and anything that can be learned about what I am or what we are." Yes - his words start to build in feeling, a stirring that's starting to creep out through his pours as he inches closer to the edge of his seat. "I need..." and his voice fails him. He's sitting there - his only possessions in the satchel at his feet and he can't say what he knows; what he needs.

Aeric laughs, "Please, no one goes through the trouble of embracing someone just because they needed cannon fodder. Childer take a little bit of us each time we make one. It's not an act we do without reasons. So rest assured whatever the reason for embracing you, it was not for cannon fodder. Anyone that says so is an imbecile." There's the sound of the page turning, "To that end, you have a great teacher if I do say so myself. What I don't know you have a wonderful selection of people to tell you. I doubt you'll ask me something I don't know though. And I can teach you about mages and werwolves, a bit about wraiths and fae. I can teach you to survive amidst the supernaturals that exist in our world."

Never seems to have needed to be reassured that his sire didn't just turn him without reason. No one wants to be told they were disposable. "Might I ask you a serious questiton, then, sir?" He seems unable to refer to the Elder as just Aeric; it's rather like talking to a professor or teacher. The term is a matter of respect. "Can you teach me how to survive within the Camarilla? I don't want to just -exist- as a Vampire. I don't want to just -just- be the one who will 'Never' remember who he was, 'Never' be worth anything or 'Never' be someone that the Prince should take seriously. I want to be a vampire that the others respect. And for all of the things that I have heard of your clan - one thing that seems to be repeated, over and over again, is that none...NONE will cross you openly. They respect the power of your clan. I...do not have such support so I will need to do that on my own."

Aeric looks up from his book, "Was that not implied when I put my name on the line for you? Obviously I'll teach you how to survive in the camarilla. We just need to get you formally inducted. You're doing a good job so far, mingling and making friends and allies, but be careful who you trust. You once told me that no one does anything for free, well that's triple sure for the camarilla. I'm an exception. Everyone else is the real deal, even my primogen."

Never nods, seemingly now more reassured that his future is a bit more stable. "So...where would you suggest that I start?" His questions seem a bit too open-ended but he's just starting to grow into his fangs. "As you said - I'm starting to learn of everyone; their quirks and their habits. Someone asked me the other day if I was being groomed as your Harpy but that kind of went over my head." He snickers a bit and leans back in his chair, "...I think I understand the reference now. At first - I was about this close," he holds up squinched fingers to show just how close it was, "...to thinking that you were going to give me wings."