Missives

Nefertiti looked around the room and when she saw a book she looked to Victor "May I use this for a moment? she asked kindly.

When given permission she placed it in a chair next to the desk and stepped  back a moment.

"May I introduce our Unnamed Guest. Lets call him Setti.

When the book hit the chair a shadowed outline sat back on the chair and smiled like a cut in the film of the shadow. From outside of Nefertiti's sight another image of the silken-haired man walked into the room and sat in the chair merging with the shadow. Again one from outside of Milo's vision and merged. From outside of Victor's vision yet another. Again and again, until twelve white-robed versions of the same man all merged and sat in the chair. He set his red and white folded scythe next to the chair on the floor and sighed. "You called, I've come. Let us dance with words."

 The other two Kindred watched as the newcomer merged multiple forms into one. They waited until he spoke, at which point, Victor's face took on the appearance of mild annoyance. "Oh, it's you. Did you at least move out the pool table when you left?"

 Milo quirked an eyebrow at the exchange, but said nothing. "My childe mentioned that you were the occupant of Broken Tooth mountain. Is that really true?"

"It's in there for when you need to escape to a safe spot within your own mindscape Victor. The garden will be going in soon."

He smiled at Milo, "I will be, or at least one of my offshoots will. Time Travel is a power of mine, as is personal sublimation. This version of myself comes from my last moments on the world his benefactor and I share." He pointed at Victor. "My signature power is unmistakeable, and never have I seen my signature so imprinted on the face of a man so as I have seen as your father."

"So I either will do it in your past but my future or one of my branches had done it. Either way, I invented the technique used to make him. What do you wish to know?"

 Victor made another face but said nothing. Milo furrowed his brow. "I want to know why. What plan do you have with my Father. What role does he play in your machinations?"

Sariel had heard that question many times over. At its core, it was the 'why do bad things happen' question posed to gods often. "At my core I am transformation itself, I cannot be anything but that. My every thought and action is a desire to push mortals to become greater than myself. It is the same I have done with our mutual friend. He reached his full potential and I pushed him gently to send him on his next tier of potential."

"If you want, in four days I will return to the world physically. I will be willing to meet with your father to loosen his tongue for you."

"Though tell me, why do you want to know? Would knowing help you truly? Knowing my full nature to be only evolution, does that alter your quest? Does knowing my only desire is to see each mortal to surpass me sour or sooth your quest?"

 Milo paused for a long moment. "I have spent a very long time understanding our condition and what it is... but never why it is. This is not evolution. It is stagnation! It steals the potential of men and freezes them in time. Why would a creature of evolution steal my father's potential? You sound as though it isn't something you've done yet, but knowing why is a piece of this puzzle that cannot be ignored... and it is a piece of the puzzle that I need to understand if any Kindred is to be able to move forward."

Sariel took it in. "None of you are static, not even slightly. With the people in this room alone I have proven that you can vastly surpass any seals. Victor is quickly coming to surpass his limits on the next class of creatures, soon to be able to play in the same playground as our communal friend. Nefertiti there has begun her own path, well shedding the limits imposed on her by my mother, her enemy, and pretty much anyone else seeking to stuff her into their own frame."

"Even you are starting to branch out into a new realm of potential."

"Though you are telling the truth there, many vampires I have seen have had something stolen from them. I would be very interested in seeing that corrected."

"But if you are looking for a why. Either he had reached his potential and needed a door he could choose to walk through. Or there is a threat on such a scale that is insurmountable to mortals, and your father stepped up."

 Milo paused for a moment. "I see. I would very much like to hear what you learn after speaking with my father. He does not speak of that day to me. I think my ambitions to move Kindred society forward may be partly why."

"The progress of your people is a goal worthy of someone solid like you. I look forward to your success."

"Though don't think that I am twisting my words. To me, I haven't made your father as he is yet. Backwards from the point of my destruction, the end is my introduction. Time travel is confusing and rarely worth the effort. I've been to the end of a world. The result of inaction justified all actions to prevent it. A great evil that knowledge of it acts as poison."

"I would not invoke that seal on your father without extreme consideration. The seal on him replicates the seal on my adopted father. He was a powerful and just man. Free choice a iron clad law of his will."

"For what it is worth I am sorry. For any pain and suffering I will cause you. Under an agreement if peaceful conduct I agree to meet with your father."

 Milo nodded. "Thank you. I do hope that he will be more forthcoming to you than he has been to me."

"Anything else anyone needs before I go back into the knowasphere?"

 No one needed anything else. Milo and Victor gave Sariel a polite farewell.

This was Milo’s moment so Nefertiti remained quiet but listening to every word being said. She hopes that this meeting was enough to satisfy Milo’s questions of WHY his father became who he is.

When all was done she smiled to the guest and bid him farewell

This also allowed her to understand a bit more about her own Echo.

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 Milo stared at the chair in which Sariel had appeared for several moments before turning to Victor. "Well, that was interesting. Might I call in one of my favors with you to get a place to stay for a while?"

 Victor nodded. "Indeed. I'll have a place prepared before sunrise."

 Milo gave a slight bow. "Thank you, my Prince. If you have no other business with us, we will take our leave. I have many calls to make and I promised Nefertiti a new phone."

 Victor nodded and Milo excused himself, leading Nefertiti out the door.

Nefertiti looked at Milo as he stared at the chair and she wondered what was running through his mind. Now that he met the God responsible for his fathers next tier of evolution. Did he understand the meaning of truly discovering his fathers plan.

There was nothing else needed here and she gave a nod of her head to Victor as Milo lead her out of the room

“Do you plan to speak with your Sire on the matter?she asked as they walked down the stairs.

“This world has many factors to understand and I have just recently awaken from a long slumber.  I will need to meet more of those that are Kindred. as they reached the bottom of the stairs. She looked around the wool to see if there was still any evidence of what just transpired here.

 This time, they took the elevator.

 Milo shook his head as he waited for the door to open. "No. My Father has already said all that he will to me on the matter."

 It was strange, "Sire" was the proper term but Milo continued to call him "Father".

 "There are many calls I need to make tonight. Soon there will be a gathering at Elysium... it is a place where Kindred can gather and converse freely. You will need to attend and there you will meet many Kindred."

 The conversation took them down to the bottom floor where the guards were cleaning up concrete, metal shards, and living fur suits and then out the front door.

 Milo continued to walk with Nefertiti down the street. "Now, first things first. We need to get you a new pho-"

 Suddenly, without warning, a blur shot out soundlessly from the darkness, staking Milo on the chest. He fell over instantly, not moving.

 From the darkness came a familiar voice. "You really need to brush up on your tactics, Milo. There is never a better time to strike than when your opponent believes the danger to be past. At least those canines were good for something."

 Reginald came walking out from the shadows, crossbow in hand, with his retinue at each side, grabbing him and spiriting him off into their van, still within the shadow of Victor's penthouse. He smiled at Nefertiti and gave a bow. "Greetings again, Nefertiti. It's good to finally meet you when your hands aren't currently full. Will you be joining us?"

As Nefertiti and Milo were walking down the street and then Milo falls to the ground only set her on an alarming status.  Her eyes moved around to see what or who cause this so quickly and so silently.  A silent killer.

Her eyes looked at Milo in sheer fear that he was dead.

Then out of the Shadows stepped a familiar figure and the voice was surely his. "Is he dead? she asked. As she never been fully introduced into the Kindred lifestyle and what it means to be staked.

She then smiled to Reginald "I thought you never ask. as she moved over to him and watched the retinue take Milo into the van.

"I don't think your guards will be returning.  From what I saw, their skins were removed from the bodies. she kindly said as she took his hand.
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 Reginald smiled and shook his head, offering her his hand. "Of course not. His Father is not the sort of man I mean to cross if I can help it. He is just... indisposed for a while. He hides his fangs but he is quite dangerous if pressed. As for my guards, you needn't worry. I have already made arrangements."

 Reginald led her to the van and, like before, asked her to blindfold herself on the way there.

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