A meeting

Without looking up from his book, Nick motions his clan-mate over to theorem seat across from him. He looks around some and is confident in the distance between their table and the closest mortals.

"Hello again, you wanted to meet in person?"

Nick raises a single finger and looks up from his book.

"Before we get too far, tell me; are you a knight of the moon?"

Nick's eye twitches some and he starts to flip his pen nervously around in his hand.

"For the record, I would prefer if you didn't use the... Network... To contact me. I don't use it very often. It's not something I like to use. It makes me... Uncomfortable."

Nick says as he puts his pen down and picks up his drink cup.

"How versed are you in dementation?"

He asked, taking a large drink from his soda.

Nick drains his drink and swishes the cup around to hear the shuffling of ice at the bottom of the cup. He put the cup down and then leans away from his clans mate a little.

"I don't want to derail the conversation by talking about my.... problems. But as a note, I have hard time dealing with members of my clan that are not of my bloodline."

Nick explains some. The over all demeanor that Nick gives the kindred across the table is not one of annoyance or anger... but one of fear.

"I'm sorry to come off as unwelcoming but kindred like you put me on edge... no offense."

He says and slides slightly further back from the table.

"Earlier you had asked about our primogen. Eric Graeme, he was like... you. Your type of Malkavian. I mean... you are far more lucid that he is. You know the price of our power. The primogen was one of the least... regularly attended members of the court. There was actually a good chance that he missed the attack by virtue of missing the meeting. He was primogen primarily because of how few of us there are in the city. Some one had to do it."

Nick said the last part with a chuckle.

"Did you say that a member of your coterie was also of our clan?" 

"Our clan will need leadership, regardless of how few of us there are. We are a pillar of the community. Despite our flaws, the rest of the Camarilla respects our unique prospective on all topics."

Nick says and picks up a French fry and looks it over.

"Problem being our options are kinda limited currently. My childer is currently out of town and I have no idea when he will return. You and the other Malkavaian from your coterie are brand new to town, and I technically already have a position in court and couldn't possibly dream of holding both the title of primogen and harpy. The paperwork alone would kill me."

He said with a dull chuckle.

"I'm sure a clan meeting will be organized soon."

He says and eats the fry.

"My current problem is that the title of harpy my be in flux. The harpy is appointed by the primogen council traditionally and if all the kindred who appointed me are... Well... Gone. Then I may be out of a job, and thus would begrudgingly be forced to jockey for primogen position just so I have something to do. Given my... Hesitation to spend large amount of time with others of clan, I don't think I would make the best primogen but if I can't guarantee the retaining of my current position, I'm going to have to do something."

"I mean, like I said. Our primogen missed a lot of meetings so maybe he wasn't present during the attack. If not... Then maybe we can all work something out."

Nick says and give his clan-mate a sly grin while tapping the boom book. He picks up his burger and takes a big bite.

"As a note, if you ever need any resources, you let me know. I've always made my wealth available to members of the court, especially members of my clan."

He says while chewing his food.

"Same goes to your coterie, you folks need supplies. You have my number."