Mounting tensions.
Well, there was a trump card pulled out. An ace-in-the-hole of the man his sire attempted to collect into the fine menagerie of powerful world figures which would help run the human world in his cabinet. But to refuse an offer from the sire was unexpected and, frankly no further instructions were given to a vampire of caliber in the event of Stone's refusal. This was far beyond his blood, and required someone above the chain to resolve the issue.
"Mr. Stone, you have gone a measure beyond me. And I am afraid I must insist you stay for the verdict of incite nuclear warfare between nations while I call higher authority." A cellphone was produced by the vampire, as a number on speed dial was rang. "Please pass new that the Stone has refused the offer of immortality. And threatens the Isles with a nuclear missile. Time is of the essence to avoid catastrophe." Then the phone was shut off, not quite enough time to trace a call should Mr. Stone nor anyone else for that matter try. Nor would they be able to bypass the MI6 scramble as easily as the secret sector of the British agency tasked with keeping the secrecy of the vampiric state of Britannia centralized the information brought them for Bedivere or his exarchs to review. A message of this importance would set off several alarms and of course be sent directly to Bedivere. But all this was to happen as the countdown continued on. Did Mr. Stone really intend on dying to his own weapon? Victory is hardly savoured from the grave.
---
A phone rang.
An old corded phone, running through the earth, stretched long and wide beneath the land.
The stylistics of an old rotary phone, with its brass-brushed handles.
The shrill noise echoed in the ancient halls.
It was clearly out of place upon its pedestal.
"For what reason have you to disturb me during these hours?" An angered Bedivere answered the phone, awoken from his rest.
In the pitch black ruins underneath the centuries, Camelot was devoid of any other being save for the last knight. The others had died long ago, buried or scattered upon the winds. Immortality was the curse and gift, to live for so long in isolation would be maddening. Some like Lord Shane perhaps, or Gabriel had lost their grasp of reality in their age, yet Bedivere had managed to cling on to the shred of sanity by his unwavering faith to the idea of Camelot. Camelot was not merely just a castle, with ruins now long regarded as myth by modern man, but rather a perfect earthly kingdom to outshine the glory of the heavens. It was to be a second Atlantis, who had long succumbed to the tides and their own pride. For castle was merely a place for a king to sit and rule his country, the land above it was all of his "Camelot."
"Two reasons My Lord, The first is a crisis regarding Mr. Stone, he has refused your request and threatens the Isles with nuclear weaponry." The voice on the other end replied. Polite, and succinct. Neither groveling nor afraid. The information was far greater in the hands of one able to relay it properly to the likings of ones deciding. "The second is news that we have found the Varomere esquire requested." Lord Magnus was far more useful in finding him actually, but hitching a ride off of his information was part of the job on vampire intel.
A threat to Camelot? Camelot would forever stand. It was above the means of nuclear warfare, not that an attack on the UK would not cause backlash against whatever country Stone had made a puppet of. Nor did perhaps he believe Stone was that desperate of a chess player to play a child's gambit, it was rather reckless to threaten to wipe the board clean when one does not have one's way. Surely this juvenile threat was a perfect symbol of the difference in their maturity, and levels of play. Bedivere would not work with mere threats of wanton destruction, no far more he delivered without promise such that he wasted no such bullets in firing warning shots. With this in mind, he needed not someone who was willing to go the brink, but someone who was courageous enough to destroy the world they lived in for a greater purpose. Besides that, he had far more important matters to attend to shortly.
"To the former, let him go and then tell agent positioned there in his failure to have the instinct to kill Mr. Stone immediately as he refused my offer to kill himself. By my direct Order. For the latter, send him an invitation to Wales, arrange a meeting in three day's time. One of the cars from the London Estate should do, let him enjoy his time in the Isles. Now do not disturb me again until sundown or else do the same to yourself as I have commanded to be done for the other vampire who had recently failed to meet my expectations."
---
The countdown ran to mere minutes now. Time seemed to tick away slowly as the situation became thick. Until the cell phone on the table vibrated with a message to the vampire. The look upon the vampire's face was, between shock and devastation as the compelling orders forced him to rise against his will. With a trembling hand he opened the locked cabinet with a small key produced from his person.
"You may go Mr. Stone. I have failed the sire. Farewell." Pulling out the silver cutlery he began to repeatedly stab himself in the chest, causing the fatal lacerations to the vampire as his body refused his own will to survive. Absolutely obedience was not required, but the punishment for failure was more than a petty slap on the wrist. It was not long before the vampire's corpse was on the floor, blood pooling around hit as the silver knife dropped on the floor from its dead grasp. The old man stood there horrified at the scene, but also aware that with the vampire's death, his own life was secured.
"Well then, I-I suppose you can g-go now? Please S-stay away from H-here... W-whoever you are..."
---
A message would appear on Mithias' Cellphone.
"Congratulations. You have a Friend in the UK!
A friend has entered you into our contest:
You have won a all-expense paid trip to visit the UK.
Tour the Isles and explore its rich history;
Like the Ravens of the Tower of London.
To accept, text a reply with the message 'B.' "
Would the message be sufficient for Mithias to read between the lines and accept?
Well, there was a trump card pulled out. An ace-in-the-hole of the man his sire attempted to collect into the fine menagerie of powerful world figures which would help run the human world in his cabinet. But to refuse an offer from the sire was unexpected and, frankly no further instructions were given to a vampire of caliber in the event of Stone's refusal. This was far beyond his blood, and required someone above the chain to resolve the issue.
"Mr. Stone, you have gone a measure beyond me. And I am afraid I must insist you stay for the verdict of incite nuclear warfare between nations while I call higher authority." A cellphone was produced by the vampire, as a number on speed dial was rang. "Please pass new that the Stone has refused the offer of immortality. And threatens the Isles with a nuclear missile. Time is of the essence to avoid catastrophe." Then the phone was shut off, not quite enough time to trace a call should Mr. Stone nor anyone else for that matter try. Nor would they be able to bypass the MI6 scramble as easily as the secret sector of the British agency tasked with keeping the secrecy of the vampiric state of Britannia centralized the information brought them for Bedivere or his exarchs to review. A message of this importance would set off several alarms and of course be sent directly to Bedivere. But all this was to happen as the countdown continued on. Did Mr. Stone really intend on dying to his own weapon? Victory is hardly savoured from the grave.
---
A phone rang.
An old corded phone, running through the earth, stretched long and wide beneath the land.
The stylistics of an old rotary phone, with its brass-brushed handles.
The shrill noise echoed in the ancient halls.
It was clearly out of place upon its pedestal.
"For what reason have you to disturb me during these hours?" An angered Bedivere answered the phone, awoken from his rest.
In the pitch black ruins underneath the centuries, Camelot was devoid of any other being save for the last knight. The others had died long ago, buried or scattered upon the winds. Immortality was the curse and gift, to live for so long in isolation would be maddening. Some like Lord Shane perhaps, or Gabriel had lost their grasp of reality in their age, yet Bedivere had managed to cling on to the shred of sanity by his unwavering faith to the idea of Camelot. Camelot was not merely just a castle, with ruins now long regarded as myth by modern man, but rather a perfect earthly kingdom to outshine the glory of the heavens. It was to be a second Atlantis, who had long succumbed to the tides and their own pride. For castle was merely a place for a king to sit and rule his country, the land above it was all of his "Camelot."
"Two reasons My Lord, The first is a crisis regarding Mr. Stone, he has refused your request and threatens the Isles with nuclear weaponry." The voice on the other end replied. Polite, and succinct. Neither groveling nor afraid. The information was far greater in the hands of one able to relay it properly to the likings of ones deciding. "The second is news that we have found the Varomere esquire requested." Lord Magnus was far more useful in finding him actually, but hitching a ride off of his information was part of the job on vampire intel.
A threat to Camelot? Camelot would forever stand. It was above the means of nuclear warfare, not that an attack on the UK would not cause backlash against whatever country Stone had made a puppet of. Nor did perhaps he believe Stone was that desperate of a chess player to play a child's gambit, it was rather reckless to threaten to wipe the board clean when one does not have one's way. Surely this juvenile threat was a perfect symbol of the difference in their maturity, and levels of play. Bedivere would not work with mere threats of wanton destruction, no far more he delivered without promise such that he wasted no such bullets in firing warning shots. With this in mind, he needed not someone who was willing to go the brink, but someone who was courageous enough to destroy the world they lived in for a greater purpose. Besides that, he had far more important matters to attend to shortly.
"To the former, let him go and then tell agent positioned there in his failure to have the instinct to kill Mr. Stone immediately as he refused my offer to kill himself. By my direct Order. For the latter, send him an invitation to Wales, arrange a meeting in three day's time. One of the cars from the London Estate should do, let him enjoy his time in the Isles. Now do not disturb me again until sundown or else do the same to yourself as I have commanded to be done for the other vampire who had recently failed to meet my expectations."
---
The countdown ran to mere minutes now. Time seemed to tick away slowly as the situation became thick. Until the cell phone on the table vibrated with a message to the vampire. The look upon the vampire's face was, between shock and devastation as the compelling orders forced him to rise against his will. With a trembling hand he opened the locked cabinet with a small key produced from his person.
"You may go Mr. Stone. I have failed the sire. Farewell." Pulling out the silver cutlery he began to repeatedly stab himself in the chest, causing the fatal lacerations to the vampire as his body refused his own will to survive. Absolutely obedience was not required, but the punishment for failure was more than a petty slap on the wrist. It was not long before the vampire's corpse was on the floor, blood pooling around hit as the silver knife dropped on the floor from its dead grasp. The old man stood there horrified at the scene, but also aware that with the vampire's death, his own life was secured.
"Well then, I-I suppose you can g-go now? Please S-stay away from H-here... W-whoever you are..."
---
A message would appear on Mithias' Cellphone.
"Congratulations. You have a Friend in the UK!
A friend has entered you into our contest:
You have won a all-expense paid trip to visit the UK.
Tour the Isles and explore its rich history;
Like the Ravens of the Tower of London.
To accept, text a reply with the message 'B.' "
Would the message be sufficient for Mithias to read between the lines and accept?
