*It's a while before Kara nears the area, after all it's quite a walk, though enjoyable. In all this time she was able to plan how to make do with the mud she's just had flung at her.

Carter told her Miss Moreau could be found here, so here she came.

She looks up to the impressive building and clasps her hands before her. She believes that Miss Moreau will be expecting her, after all why go to all that trouble if you did not desire some sort of payback?*

When she receives the notice from her assistant in the lobby, she is almost stunned.

"Who?"

She is obviously not expecting Kara, and the girl is apparently oblivious to etiquette.

"Fine. Send her up. Send her through security, but send her up."

Once she is stripped of her weapons, she will be sent up the elevator to the penthouse level.

*Throughout her introductions to the assistant, and the searching of weapons, Kara remains as stoney as a block of finely chisled marble. It is one more duty for her to fulfill.

Once in the elevator she stands right in the middle, eyes cast forward, hands clasped as the machanical-box wizes higher and higher. The delicate chime indicates they have arrived. The shiny, silver doors part and Kara steps out.*

Upon exiting the elevator, Kara will find herself standing before two men who can only be bodyguards. Sub-machine guns are not a very common accessory for an Armani suit. The two men shuffle wordlessly past her into the open elevator.

Standing next to the call-button panel is Sasha, as the doors close she inserts a small silver key into the panel, assuring that Kara will not be leaving until Sasha is good and ready for her to.

With a gesture of her hand, she coldly says

"Step into my office Miss Miya."

2008-12-16 12:47:32 Sasha Moreau rolls 7 dice to Condition (Diff 5) 5,3,10,3,10, 5,1,3,2 (3 successes)

*Kara does not even bother to look at the men, after all certain types are better left alone to become wallpaper in the elaborate decore.

Kara moves upon Sasha's request and curtsies lightly.* My appologies, Madame, on coming to yours unanounced, but our Prince desired me to do so.

As they enter the outrageously oversized office overlooking Sanfield's downtown and beyond, Sasha stops in her tracks and faces Kara before reaching her ornately, hand-carved oak desk -easily the size of a Queen-sized bed.

"Carter told you to come unannounced? Does he really dislike you so? Or are you perhaps just making excuses?"

Sasha continues around her desk and sits.

"I warn you, I am not known for my tolerance of excuses Miss Miya."

2008-12-16 16:37:35 Sasha Moreau rolls 7 dice to Condition (Diff 5) 4,3,6,1,9, 3,9 (2 successes)

He told me quite firmly I was to come to you tonight. *She does not answer to if Carter likes her or not, that had never even crossed her mind, why let it now? And she is one rare to make up tall-tales.

Hands clasped in front of her, she regards Sasha, her eyes do not scope the room, nor linger on fine furnature. Business must be attended to.*

Sasha is growing impatient, not that this is anything out of the norm, but Kara is obviously either not predisposed to logic, or she is purposely skirting the issue. Or both; she is a Kook after all, Sasha reminds herself.

"So you took this to mean that you need not announce yourself before entering the Domain of an Elder and Primogen? Apparently you have as much respect for the Second Tradition as you do the First. It is incredible how much a Prince might overlook from one of his own blood."

2008-12-16 18:05:45 Sasha Moreau rolls 7 dice to Condition (Diff 5) 9,6,10,1,3, 10,8,3,5 (5 successes)

Kara:

Unfazed by Sasha's obvious impatient tone, though one can sometimes expect that from someone of a certain age...comes with the territory. “I apologize, madam, but I did not have a cell phone with me to call you from my way from the Prince to your estates.

I beg to differ, my respect for my elders and those of high status is grand, that is the reason I did precisely what my Prince asked from me.” Then before she can toss more unpleasant issue her way Kara finally tells her why she is here. “He has sent me here, madam, on the matter of a certain diamond shop and it's sudden...” an unexpected glint in her eye, surprisingly impish, “permanent shutting down.”

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Sasha:

Sasha glares at the neonate as she declares her weak reasoning for failing to announce her visit. Perhaps she is being obtuse out of the same dislike for Blue-Bloods that her Elder seems possessed of. Sasha decides to test the theory.

2008-12-19 07:51:59 Sasha Moreau rolls 5 dice to Entrancement (Diff 5) 9,5,3,7,5 (4 successes) [Kara will find herself having strong feelings of love and devotion toward Sasha, similar to the effects of a blood-bond. This will last for one month in game-time.]

“Cell phones are marvelous devices. I will be the first to admit this, after all, I have built much of my fortune on them. However, there are such things as pay-phones. Perhaps you have heard of them? For that matter you could have sent a fucking carrier pigeon to announce your arrival and still made it here long before sunrise. ”

Sasha removes her own cellphone from her pocket, placing it in the cradle on her desk, and lights a cigarette.

“The point is, that no matter how closely you believe yourself to be following your Prince's mandate, you have ignored protocol and Kindred law in the process. I doubt it will please him to learn of this. And while I am educating you, apologizing and making excuses are not the same thing. A sincere apology does not have an excuse attached to it. The world got along just fine before the cell phone. It is neither my problem, nor my fault that you do not possess one and I have already warned you about making excuses, so let me be clear on this matter. If you show up in my Domain again without announcing your intention to visit before hand, I will destroy you without pause. I don't care who told you to come.”

2008-12-19 06:18:53Sasha Moreau rolls 7 dice to Condition (Diff 5) 8,3,1,6,2, 4,8 (2 successes)

Sasha pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration as the whelp continues with her flawed logic and excuses.

“Beg to differ all you like, it does not change the facts. I assure you,  I know why you are here. It would seem however that you do not fully understand your situation. If you have already seen Mr. Vanderweyden, and he did not destroy you on sight, but instead sent you to me it was because you are being punished for your crime in what he believes to be a merciful fashion. The technical term is Lifeboon, and I will see to it that it is as far from merciful as your blatant disregard for the First Tradition was from logical.”

Sasha stands again, stubbing out the cigarette and making her way over to the floor-to-ceiling windows which serve as the outer walls of the top three floors. She folds her hand behind her back and gazes out at the lights of the city.

“Let us ignore for the moment the fact that the Diamond store closing is far from permanent and instead focus on what flawed notion would possess you to openly attack one of my associates.”
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Kara:

Kara’s usual coolness seems to slowly fade, like an ice cube let out too long in the warm sunshine of summer. Her eyes follow Sasha’s movements; they appear to be silkier than when she first entered her estate. It almost looks as though the Elder is swaying to music. Could it be a trick of the light?

She does not speak, she just listens to Sasha’s words then finally nods and smiles lightly. “My reason for the attack was noble; at least I thought it was. For I had thought it would help to frame the Sabbat for this. But sadly it caused harm rather than good and for that I take full responsibility and will honorably execute whatever punishment you see fit.” Whatever Madam wants...she smiles again.

"You thought it would help to frame the Sabbat." Sasha repeats disparagingly. For a moment, she wonders if her little lesson here is even worth the effort. Pulling another cigarette from her gold case she lights up and turns to face Kara once more.

"Yes. Yes you will take full responsibility for your actions." She states, her eyes flitting briefly to the small Japanese wakazashi hanging on the wall behind her desk and back to Kara.

2008-12-24 10:21:56 Sasha Moreau rolls 7 dice to Condition (Diff 5)  9,3,7,3,3, 8,10,6 (5 successes)

"That much of this situation, at least, is patently manifest."

She pauses, flicking a long ash onto the marble floor and watches as the small, dome-shaped robot scurries out of a compartment in the wall and vacuums the spot before retreating into the wall.

"It is your intentions that are as yet unclear. Just to be certain I understand you correctly; you mean to tell me that everything which transpired in the Diamond Exchange was an elaborate, premeditated collusion with Mr. Uys to frame the Sabbat?"

Kara watches as smoke plumes forth from Sasha’s cigarette. If the woman was not so amazingly captivating she would be rolling her eyes right about now at the too many questions, ah, but it does not matter...no, and that makes her smile.

‘Mr. Uys had absolutely nothing to do with this, madam,’ a shake of her head, ‘but his ruffian of an associate was one of the most unacceptable of men that I have ever had the displeasure of meeting,’ she pauses and tilts her head, adding in a whisper ‘but that is not for now.’

Her gaze shifts over to Sasha, pausing again as if studying her before she continues. ‘Have you ever read the Iliad, madam?’ She is sure that a woman as wise as she would for certain have read such an epic tale and perhaps understand her now.

But...just in case she hasn’t she goes on. ‘The story goes as such; after a long conflict between the Greeks and the Trojans, the Greeks realised they would only be able to capture the city if they could get some forces within Troy. Odysseus devised the stratagem on finally winning the war, by building a gigantic wooden horse, and leaving it on the beach. The wooden horse would have some selected men hidden inside its belly. To make a long story short, madam, I thought I would be able to use what I had caused as a Trojan Horse towards the Sabbat. Willing to sacrifice what I had to.’

She does not answer to whether or not she has read the Illiad. It is about War, of course she has read it, every Ventrue has. Sasha stares at Kara in a long moment of silence before taking another drag from her cigarette, her eyes reflecting the glow of the city outside the window and betraying violence.

"You mean to tell me that you were going to wait in the trunk of your car for the Sabbat to come and take it after they saw it implicated in an armed robbery on the evening news and then spring out and burn down their stronghold as they slept? Let us circumvent for the moment the fact that your proposal makes absoloutely no sense and instead focus on your failure to inform anyone of your plans ahead of time. Even if your motives were as altruistic as you claim, which I do not believe, your lack of foresight would still have nullified any possible advantage that could have been reaped from this farce Illiad of yours."

2008-12-29 11:17:57 Sasha Moreau rolls 7 dice to Condition (Diff 5) 10,4,8,4,5,8,9,7 (6 successes)

"And that, Miss Miya, is why you find yourself before me this night. Because you failed. Regardless of intent, you have forgotten your place. You will learn it again."  

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Kara’s lips curve into a small delicate smile as she responds to Sasha. ‘I would not have crawled into the trunk of my car and have waited with a shiny, toy gun. To do that would be madness, and I am not mad.’ Now, hearing that from a Malkavian could either mean one of two things; they are either incredibly smart or incredibly stupid. Kara decides it wise to have the Ventrue think what she wants to about her; it is always unwise to haggle with an Elder about how they should perceive you.

‘Yes, you are right I did fail. But I beg to differ for I have not forgotten my place’ she curtsies, ‘I am willing to sit and wait for whatever wrath madam wills to perform upon me.’ She bows her head in respect for the Elder and waits to hear her punishment.

Sasha's brow furrows at Kara's assertion that she is not mad.

"Indeed." She replies coldly.

To Miss Moreau, it is obvious enough that anyone who does not see the world as she does is, at the very least, irrational. She is well aware of her own mental deficiencies, having been diagnosed and re-diagnosed multiple times, but of course sees these as perfectly rational byproducts of the lifestyle. The Malkavians, however, are nothing less than the antithesis of rationality, and this one before her is no different.

Still, Sasha knows that to underestimate opponent is a short path to utter failure. Perhaps the girl is playing an angle Sasha was not willing to credit her as being capable of. Time would tell. There is something quite charming about this girl that Sasha cannot quite put her finger on, a hidden reserve of strength that could prove useful if only it could be directed properly. She takes one last, long drag of her cigarette, filling her dead lungs to capacity with the perfumed smoke and allowing it to seep out of her nose and mouth as she speaks.

"It is good that you are willing to wait, for wait you shall. Had you been of Ventrue blood the Prince would have destroyed you for your indiscretion without hesitation, regardless of my interference. As it stands, my actions have stayed the executioner's hand."

2009-01-01 08:54:34 Sasha Moreau rolls 7 dice to Condition (Diff 5) 4,4,5,6,3, 3,1 (1 success) [Kara is now Conditioned by Sasha, anyone else attempting to Dominate her is at +2 Difficulty, while Sasha is at -2 Difficulty.]

"You owe me your existence Kara Miya; a Lifeboon which I will call in at my whim."

Sasha drops the smoldering cigarette butt to the floor, it's cherry shattering into a star burst of embers in the low light of the room before she crushes the last bit of life from it under her heel and her angry eyes lock with Kara's, seeming to burrow their way into her brain.

2009-01-01 10:06:05 Sasha Moreau rolls 7 dice to Mesmerize (Diff 3, used willpower) 7,9,6,1,2, 3,3 (5 successes) [Diff 3 because of -2 from Conditioning. Post-Hypnotic Suggestion will immediately follow this roll.]

"When I do ask you to repay your debt to me, you are honor-bound to lay down your life without question that you might accomplish what I ask of you."

Once more, the small droid erupts from the wall and dutifully cleans up the mess before vanishing to whence it came. Sasha smiles cruelly, imagining how many of her 'missing' clanmates might have endured such an ordeal under the eyes of Carter.

"Know that, when the time comes, should you fail at this task, or refuse, your existence is forfeit, and I shall destroy you myself. Until then, my dear, you may fret and agonize over what I might ask of you. That, is your punishment, the boon is simply repayment."

Perhaps it is the magic Sasha’s spun around Kara, like a spider over its prey, perhaps it is the simple fact that Kara will kill at the drop of a hat when ordered to do so, that makes her simply nod and curtsey deeper, looking actually content.

In her warped mind she will not really be sitting on pins and needles awaiting for Sasha to ask her to accomplish whatever task she will create in her own warped mind, simply because she’s already been mind-mashed by him to be a finely trained killing-machine. But she will do whatever Sasha wants, just to make her happy...because she’s just so...so...wicked.

But this time she feels as though it would be an honour to do whatever insanity Sasha will ask of her. As if it would be a privilege to be the Elders little machine. The other’s shackled her brain and Kara’s got no clue to just how in trouble she may actually be.

Slowly her gaze is captured by the small artificial cleaner, and she watches it tidy up the cigarette butt, until sky blues rise and look upon Sasha’s beautiful face, a smile is offered to her as she remains silent, drinking in the Elder’s face before speaking softly. ‘Of course, madam, have no fear; I am at your beck and call. I will not let you down.’

There are monsters and machines everywhere.

((let the romance begin!))

Sasha's dour expression lightens considerably as Kara bows and shows her respect. The absence of the perpetual frown she seems to wear almost makes her appear to be smiling, and perhaps she is.

"Excellent. Then our business is concluded for this evening."

She walks first to her desk, pulling something from a drawer and placing it in her left pocket then strolls across the large office toward the door they both entered through, drawing a familiar key from her right pocket. Opening the door, she gestures for Kara to go through it toward the elevator.

"Now, if you will excuse me my dear, it is currently prime business hours in Tokyo, and I have other matters to attend to."

‘But of course, madam. It has been enchanting meeting you.’ Kara slowly straightens out of her curtsey and moves towards the awaiting elevator.

The metallic doors slide open with an iron sound, she pauses before entering, a light head-tilt at Sasha. ‘I do hope we have the pleasure of talking again, soon. Till then, good eve. ‘

She steps into the metallic box, and turns so that she is facing Sasha. A look of pleasurable insanity, laced with a delicate smile is offered to the other. She remains statue-esque till the doors close and begin their descend out of this place.

Sasha extends a slender hand to block the laser sensor to the elevator, preventing the doors from closing.

"Yes, you will be hearing from me soon enough. But tell me, do you not normally carry a cellphone? I may need to get in touch with you promptly. I do so dislike waiting."