Mithias stepped back from Victor, not trusting the crazy looking vampire who kept waving his hand around oddly. The creeping shadow stalker didn't even give Mithias an answer to the question of his name. Yet Mithias was used to such discourtesy and wouldn't ask again. He owed nothing to one who gave him nothing.
Chantelle strode up to Gabriel's side, giving a soft hiss at the others to show her claim to him. She seemed to be enjoying her association with those of power and influence, which was practically wrote for her. Mithias had never known his father not to indulge a beauty. Gabriel was an actor, and one of the roles he played so well was gracious host. It was one of the roles Mithias would rather see him play, compared to some of the things he could become.
Heavily, Mithias sighed inwardly at Gabriel's use of false magic in dramatically opening the window, but his facepalm was cut short by what he saw on the other side. Gabriel was far more involved than Mithias had imagined. Not only was he sharing his obfuscated home with all other vampires, but he also had created a small, yet expert army for use against the Purge leaders. He had wisely refused the plans of lesser leaders of vampirekind in the past, and instead had used the time to learn, create, and come up with a far more strategic plan for destroying the Purge, to cut off its head, as he had said. All this, he had prepared on his own, using of course the gifts that only he had possessed among his kind. It almost brought a tear to his child's eye that his maker wasn't such a shameful recluse.
Mithias' thoughts reeled as the verbal attacks began flying. He cast a hand over his head and through his hair as he paced several steps in contemplation. Bedivere and Gabriel both meant the world to him, and here they were nearly at each other's throats in the same room together. Mithias listened to each of them, his elders, until the not-so subtle death threats were too much to take.
He turned back sharply and lifted his hands. "Gentlemen, please. My friends, my family..." Mithias remained calm, and continued very seriously speaking to the house that had gathered before him. "It is not Bedivere's fault that this war has as of yet been lost, father. But it is also not any more my sire's fault for turning his back than any other vampire lord who did the same. Many vampires failed to hold up their ends after the last council meeting, and Gabriel of course, with his ability, would have known that was going to happen. But now, for whatever reason, I myself still cannot even believe it, but Gabriel has decided to take action. The Purge have perhaps finally become a big enough threat to force our treacherous kind to truly unite, or die forever. I believe one as old and as wise as my father would know this, and if he has gone so far, with his unique insight, to amass a strikeforce and a plan a precise attack, then we should join him. Do you not realize? We face extinction! And what better leader do we have than one who can read the minds of our enemies? The Purge is a threat that unites us all. We can thin our numbers on our own and squabble over our domains after the Purge have been undone, but we must deal with them now.
Adam, although you marvel at human technology, the HIVE weapon is no threat. Without knowing where to point the orbital laser, it is useless, and in addition, it needs an operator. Finding out who can control the weapon wouldn't be hard for our kind, and a mere human could be killed or enslaved easily. HIVE will fall once Kami and the Pope of Flames are killed and the Purge crumbles. Please forgive my father's 'insistence,' but he is not used to... discussion. You should have the right to chose your own path, but logically you have a far greater chance of success by joining us. Gabriel has already offered to assist you in recovering Alucard in return for your aid. I don't see why working with Church to enhance our technology would cause you any loss."
Victor seemed to be on board, although he seemed potentially to just be in it for funsies. Chantelle seemed to be aligned to whoever the winning team would be. Hank hadn't yet said anything, and Church had already thrown in. Mithias looked to Adam and particularly to Bedivere to see their reaction.
His brow furrowed slightly, not knowing anything that Bedivere could possibly be thinking. He asked imploringly. "What say you dear brother? Will you combat this threat with us?"
Chantelle strode up to Gabriel's side, giving a soft hiss at the others to show her claim to him. She seemed to be enjoying her association with those of power and influence, which was practically wrote for her. Mithias had never known his father not to indulge a beauty. Gabriel was an actor, and one of the roles he played so well was gracious host. It was one of the roles Mithias would rather see him play, compared to some of the things he could become.
Heavily, Mithias sighed inwardly at Gabriel's use of false magic in dramatically opening the window, but his facepalm was cut short by what he saw on the other side. Gabriel was far more involved than Mithias had imagined. Not only was he sharing his obfuscated home with all other vampires, but he also had created a small, yet expert army for use against the Purge leaders. He had wisely refused the plans of lesser leaders of vampirekind in the past, and instead had used the time to learn, create, and come up with a far more strategic plan for destroying the Purge, to cut off its head, as he had said. All this, he had prepared on his own, using of course the gifts that only he had possessed among his kind. It almost brought a tear to his child's eye that his maker wasn't such a shameful recluse.
Mithias' thoughts reeled as the verbal attacks began flying. He cast a hand over his head and through his hair as he paced several steps in contemplation. Bedivere and Gabriel both meant the world to him, and here they were nearly at each other's throats in the same room together. Mithias listened to each of them, his elders, until the not-so subtle death threats were too much to take.
He turned back sharply and lifted his hands. "Gentlemen, please. My friends, my family..." Mithias remained calm, and continued very seriously speaking to the house that had gathered before him. "It is not Bedivere's fault that this war has as of yet been lost, father. But it is also not any more my sire's fault for turning his back than any other vampire lord who did the same. Many vampires failed to hold up their ends after the last council meeting, and Gabriel of course, with his ability, would have known that was going to happen. But now, for whatever reason, I myself still cannot even believe it, but Gabriel has decided to take action. The Purge have perhaps finally become a big enough threat to force our treacherous kind to truly unite, or die forever. I believe one as old and as wise as my father would know this, and if he has gone so far, with his unique insight, to amass a strikeforce and a plan a precise attack, then we should join him. Do you not realize? We face extinction! And what better leader do we have than one who can read the minds of our enemies? The Purge is a threat that unites us all. We can thin our numbers on our own and squabble over our domains after the Purge have been undone, but we must deal with them now.
Adam, although you marvel at human technology, the HIVE weapon is no threat. Without knowing where to point the orbital laser, it is useless, and in addition, it needs an operator. Finding out who can control the weapon wouldn't be hard for our kind, and a mere human could be killed or enslaved easily. HIVE will fall once Kami and the Pope of Flames are killed and the Purge crumbles. Please forgive my father's 'insistence,' but he is not used to... discussion. You should have the right to chose your own path, but logically you have a far greater chance of success by joining us. Gabriel has already offered to assist you in recovering Alucard in return for your aid. I don't see why working with Church to enhance our technology would cause you any loss."
Victor seemed to be on board, although he seemed potentially to just be in it for funsies. Chantelle seemed to be aligned to whoever the winning team would be. Hank hadn't yet said anything, and Church had already thrown in. Mithias looked to Adam and particularly to Bedivere to see their reaction.
His brow furrowed slightly, not knowing anything that Bedivere could possibly be thinking. He asked imploringly. "What say you dear brother? Will you combat this threat with us?"
