Thread: A house call (attn JTM, any)

JTM seems startled again. He gets up from his comfy couch slowly unlocking his deadbolt, then quickly opens his door.

Shit!!!! Why doesn’t it NOT surprise me about biz here. I’m getting sick of them not calling me first. Talk about lack of respect on my wishes here. Fuck that noise. Maybe I should get a sign. Dammit!!! I forgot to put that new special door in Fuck!!!

“Sup Droz. What the fuck you want, Droz? You didn’t call me beforehand. You could have been a bad guy and I’d have to bash the shit outta your ass. So buzz me first next time. I’ll take these from ya. You know the drill by now. Pull up a seat.”

He grabs the long box and the case of beer. He waits for him to enter locking his deadbolt back up, setting the long box on the coffee table, moving to the fridge to put the beer away grabbing another cold one. He sits back down.

“So what can I help ya with Droz? I aint seen you in awhile. You staying out of trouble? You get acknowledged yet or still ass kissing their feet?”

He chuckles somewhat taking a sip of his beer.

"Good to see you to JTM. Ive been... away for a bit. The long box there is a present for you."

Droz takes a seat and leans back

"As far as being acknowledged, i have no idea, and if i havent been yet ill be more than happy to stay an independant."

Droz stops for a minute seeming to lose his train of thought

"....ah yes, sorry for not calling, my minds been weird lately, i came by because you told me that you would give me some information at the last gathering."

JTM sizes up Droz now, then stares at the long box.

I wonder what that is..its a big gift.

“Cool. Next time then. Don’t forget or I’ll slam the door in your face next time. We on the same page now? You might want to fix your status thing Droz. Cahill doesn’t deal well with indys let alone the anarchs. Second class or some shit like that. Last ones to get his undivided attention besides the darkies, but I think he’s turning around on that a bit.”

He nods to Droz.

“Yeah I have info, but man that was months ago. You fucking dropped off the planet. So I’m not sure of what you are asking for from me now. Can you be more specific on that Droz? What ya wanna know? I aint heard anyone wanting to kill you lately either. Congrats for temp primy btw. Otto may be coming back soon and take it from you, but with him…who knows.”

Droz laughs at the mention of Otto

"As far as Otto goes, I doubt he will be allowed back into the primogen seat. The main things i want to know about are: What happened with Laz being prince, and what happened with Otto."

Droz stops and looks at JTM for a minute

"I have indeed been gone for a while, and i cant really remember where i went or why.... but hey before we go any further go ahead and open your present."

JTM looks at the long box wondering if it’s a bomb slowly talking the box opening it and revealing it’s contents.

“It aint gonna do anything funny like explode on me is it? I’ve been the butt of too many jokes and pranks lately, Droz.”

(OOC: What is it?)

(ooc: its a sword)

Droz laughs a bit and smiles at JTM

"No its not going to explode, im not exactly what you would call a practical joker, and i think your going to like it."

(ooc: the sword is a folded steel/silver blade, with a gold hilt with 3 emeralds in it, on the blade itself are celtish runes, and it has claw symbols on the hilt. The blade is reinforced, and potence proof)

JTM holds the sword gingerly hoping it doesn’t hiss pop in his hands or hurt him upon contact. He admires the gems in it, and the golden hilt. However the weird writings carved on it confuse him, not sure what to make of them. They aren’t in English. He holds the sword upright watching the gleam of it. He swings it around noting the good balance and edge.

“Nice!!! Thanks Droz man. I do owe the info for this gift. What do you think Barbie? Thought you’d like it too. No, you can’t have it. It's mine.“

He sticks the sword in the coffee table for the moment watching it slot into it clean through like a lawn dart. The coffee table buckles abit from the sword going into it..

“So where were we? Oh yeah ex-prince Laz aka Mr. Dipshit now finally. I can cal lhim that again.He got too cocky for his britches, but didn’t have the balls or oomph to back it up. Throwing chairs and losing his cool. He never really had the power. People were yanking and I mean yanking his chain like a puppet. You know what you do with old dogs right Droz, especially the ones with all bark and no bite. You stand up to them or slap em in the face the best you can. Teach em who’s the boss. So that’s what I did. Stood up and held my ground. I didn’t get to hit him. He was angered flinging chairs. I think he crapped his diapers, dunno. Something had to done about him. So we voted him out. Stripped him clean. Status and all that shit. Replaced him with Cahill. Seemed better for the city overall. Don’t ask me about the political loopholes either. I did what I could on it.”

He takes a sip of his beer calming down a bit.

“Now you want to talk about the cluster fuck pertaining to Otto. How much time ya got? A while back riots were happening in the Pit, my home turf. So the prince ordered me to fix it. I rallied the troops to get us organized. It came out to the Gangrel and their car vs. the Brujah and our bikes for a match to see who could fix more of it….very close race if you ask me. Well it aint easy getting people in groups especially when you got Otto piping in with his mouth every fucking 5 secs. Talk about major headache and distraction, so I told him to “zip it” and like a outdated 1920’s humane pompous ass. He told me didn’t have to listen to me.”

JTM clenches his fists about around the sword hilt.

“I was put in charge of this, goddamit!!! Nobody and I mean NOBODY does that to me when the mission was that important. I got back in his face sternly telling him HE WILL RESPECT MY STATUS and SHUT THE FUCK UP. He kept flapping his trap so I left his stupid ass behind merging everyone I could away from him. Figured I'd get him back later somehow. Some fools got into his car. Their loss I guess. Otto never does anything anyways, just stands there and watches and babbling on and on about the ramifications of shit…you follow me so far Droz?”

He calms down letting his grip loosen on the hilt. Pausing a bit to get everything else clear in his head.

He keeps talking before Droz can answer.

“Anyways…..I get back to court going “hmmm…how to deal with Otto” and then it hit me. Talk to Lydia, JTM..yeah that’s the ticket. It's her job. I had heard she got roughed up earlier and needed some cheering up so we played her favorite game of “guess what”.

He chuckles about those good times in her office doing that over and over again.

“So I told her what Otto had done to me being disrespectful…and I said disrespectful. The next thing I know. Ash shows up. I was going wtf is he doing here? Lydia started spouting off thesaurusy words for it and mentioned seditious to me for a neg mark on Otto. I was cool with that. She needed Otto to come there. I offered to get him personally, but Lydia told me that would be wrong and improper."

He drinks a sip of his beer.

"I sat in that chair waiting for Otto for the longest time. I guess they were trying to contact him, but he never showed. I never even saw her pick up the phone to do that either. (summoning) So she flipped her phone out and called Kendov telling him to go get Otto. She said seditious acts to him, but I guess Kendov’s brain didn’t know what that word was so she said treasonous and that’s when the shit hit the fan. Oto showed up later sitting there smug as usual. Then Kendov out of the blue marches in and stakes Otto. That’s not what I wanted at all. I just wanted him demoted, that’s all.”

He grips the sword hilt again pulling the sword slowly out of the coffee table hearing the table creak abit.

"Then Mr Dipshit got on his high horse wanting to know everything I just told you, Droz. He made an example out of Otto to fling out his big dick theory and muscles. Called Otto a trator and other bullshit to inflate his ego and stance in the city, like superman, but no costume. He should have kept that shit in his pants and popped his ego with a pin, my opinion. He looked over at Calhoun and some shit about greater accounting. Well Otto got the boot from the city, an exiled leper all because he didn’t keep his trap shut to me when I’m dealing with combat. There, now you have it all. I tried to get Otto back, but man talk about more political bullshit after that, but that’s another good bedtime story for a later time. Now you see what happens when words can get you in trouble. A good lesson to learn overall. Cheers,Droz.”

He chuckles abit placing the sword in his lap, listening to the table give way as he crashes to the floor table and all. A beer bottle goes flying, but JTM saves it. The sword still sits in his lap.

“Goddamit!!! Now I have to call Nebraska Furniture Mart again. Fucking piece of shit table. Excellent sword though Droz. My complkiemts to the crafter of this bad boy.So now was there anything else you wanted to know Droz? You can talk to Lydia or Ash about that if you want to. I wouldn't suggest it right now this minute though. I’m getting a lil talked out now...you understand right?”

He takes another sip of his beer as he picks himself up grabbing the sword by the hilt sticking it into the now busted coffee table watching it hit solid into it cracking the wood finish some more.