[Sodium_noir] The innocent mansion of a panther's heart!

[SN Storyteller]

The Sabbat manse
Little Italy

Titus ran the maths, 2+2+2 = interesting.

Humm.

Everyone against Santiago didn't play well.

Some new bastard comes in, knocks things over, changes things...

Not good.

Santiago was his problem, no one else's.  Santiago was his to take on... eventually.  Not now.  And that August... Santiago was bad enough, but that dick with his voodoo mumbo bullshit?  Worse than the bloody Dark Town posse.


Titus looked up at Santi's window, searching.  Idly, puffing away, ' I hate trickery and shit.  Tell me how you're going to play it and I'll tell you how we're going to play it.  But I hate this political bullshit.  You got  aproblem, you deal with it out in the open, teeth to throat.'

Dylan grinned from ear to ear.

"Fair mate!" he replied. "can't fault you for that! Me, I'm going to use my ... experiences to see what I can sniff out. If there are Infernalists here I'll kill them. On the spot. Before Auggie and the other circling sharks can put them on trial and rock the cradle. I suggest you do the same. Other than that, well you've the man here and I wouln't want to step on your 'kin great toes mate but I'd see any trouble makers know to behave ... or are executed along with the rest. Better a strong Gotham, for the Sabbat, for when the time comes!"

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