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Angelo smiles brightly at the mixed crew around him, aware of the hostile and welcoming gazes, but keeps eye contact with the Prince. With a thick Italian accent he purrs, "I would be honored to aid you in any way".

Tanus gave a slight bow of his head and alight smile to the Giovanni in the room. "A pleasure to make your aquaintance." Tanus then reverted back to his position in the back of the room to hear the plans of war.

Fiona had the same question as Jack, and smiles as she hears it, listening to the others around the room talk, and ask questions. This would be a big thing, and everyone knew it. Anticipation filled the room, and she looked to Caerul, wondering what he was thinking

Fiona smiles gently to Caerul, and gently folds her hand over his, squeezing it a bit, before letting it rest there. The other hand was perched, still, on his knee, as she watched the others. Leaning over to Caerul, she lays her body against him gently. Caerul knew how to fight, it was sure, and she feared not that he would fail, but, that the sabbat would take him away from her somehow. It was her worst fear, though she had never told him so, for him to be stolen from her

~Draven sighed as he listened to them talk.. these plans were good.. but they were only beginings. The Sabbat Wall cut off most advanced attacks into southern San Diego, and Mexico... added to the fact that the Sabbat Often used, and owned the San Diego Police Department... or had little trouble biting them, and making them conform. This war was going to be fought slowly... and only with much closer insepection of the local land. The Guru were also close to this fight. Draven did however believe the plan might work... if only it had more time to be studied.~

Kine and Kindred lives will stain our souls if we move to quickly. Also you will all have to forgive me, if I don't trust Master Angelo at his word. After all the Giovanni hold a very interesting place in Cam Polotics, and it is not always a good interesting. Jack, Skulls new friend brings up a very good point, and one we might want to look at a bit closer.

Punks, Thugs, gangsters, and misfits will be much more useful in this war than any of us could imagine. I understand the Polotics of Local Law Enforcement a bit more... they are not on our side, nor will they easily move to it. Curfew is an easy idea to plant, and influence to spread. But as a true biological or military threat needs to be seen, we can not force the issue by mere will. Therefore Curfew will most likely remian as it is, only effecting those under the Age of 18.

The Sabbat are closer then you all think, and I would venture the opinion more prepared and in greater numbers. The Wall, and Mexico are not much more than a handful of miles south of us. Plans do not get drawn up in moments.. I am sure master Gangrel will heed these words, as well as any of you others who have military service.

I believe for now, we should increase our defensese, or intellgance, and our position. Then and only then should we make a plan to Attack.

The plan, none the less is quite good. But bringing to bear the influences and resources to enforce a curfew or martial law, is not a small feet, nor is it close enough to finished for you all to run out.

~Draven leant back in his chair slowly, and let his eyes travel the room.~
(back from the Roadtrip)

She just sat back, listening to the sudden burst of chatter between all of her primogen and pretty much anyone important to them. In a matter of seconds she was lost in the pool of words drowning in the noises. She shut her eyes in a few moments, trying to collect her thoughts.

Dear god, what is going on in this city. Wait, what am I thinking about now? Her eyebrows scrunched down more as she tried to concentrate on her thoughts. Angelo should help the Tremeres.... The street-wise anarchs, punks, and others should help out too... They know what's going on.... Errr... why can't they shut up for a moment?!

"SILENCE!!!!!!!!!!"

She stood, glowing as her beauty as turned a nasty turn, as that beauty turned to anger. She stood, cutting off all of them.

"I need to known what everyone thinks, but not all at once!!!!! Jeez, this is like teaching 4th graders."

She sat back down, rubbing her temples a bit. She let the silence linger for a moment more, before she softly spoke up again.

"We are going to quarintine this city, considering the opposing anarchs that don't want to join and the Sabbat, "Illnesses". There... I need all the street smarts I have. Please someone... someone one at time, who else should we rely on?"

~Draven smirked at the proceedings, wondering if a word he said had made it to anyone's ears. His eyes then slid across the faces in the room.. finally resting on the Gangrel as he spoke. Draven hoped some inteligence would be found in this rush to action... but that was all he could do. So he leant back, and shut his mouth.. letting his Prince, his lover, run her show. He would act when needed. Until then he would remain silent unless someone cared to hear his words... from where he sat next to the prince, he let his finger trace her leg gently.. out of sight.. a small intimate gesture.. conveying his support in more ways than the obvious.. ~

Angelo, taken aback by the Prince's sudden outburst, watched as the room deadened. ~Hell hath no fury like a woman... period~ He mused. He was eager for this meeting to end. He was obliged to help but he felt the glares of some on his neck. They didn't want him there, which was fine because he wasn't too keen on being there. He just wanted to find his sister, destroy her and get out of here. ~Not that San Diego isn't beautiful~ he thought as he looked at the prince, her companion, and then the Toriador to his left. No San Diego was very nice. He just wasn't interested in getting mixed up in some bullshit war.