Janus quickly read over the plans and then passed them around the room, first to Everette.
The woman knows tactics, certainly
"This plan looks satisfactory. Does everyone agree, or should revisions be made?"
"Some of this wants changing. I am not the student of the arcane that you are, my Prince; mine is the path of telekinesis. My ability to unravel the binding spell will be sharply limited."
"I will be sending our top initiates to purge the enchantment. You will be responsible for overseeing their work and making sure they do their job."
Following their exchange, Janus looked down upon Everette again, taking him in from head to toe.
"Be sure to meet me in my study before you leave... I have something I would like you to see before you go."
Before departing to extract any available information from the tatooed scrap of flesh, Everette made his way to Janus' study.
"What would you have of me, my Prince?"
After welcoming Everette into his study, Janus shut the door behind them and walked over to a shelf of glass cabinets. On display were several of the more specifically interesting, rare, or powerful curios in the Prince's personal collection. He opened the cabinet and seemed to pause, his hand hovering between two items; on the left sat a seemingly ancient dagger constructed of ivory or bone, and to the right a small wooden box inlaid with arcane runes.
After another heartbeat, Janus gently removed the box, then turned around as the case shut itself. He placed the box on his desk and slowly opened the lid, revealing a velvet-lined enclosure that held a number of plain-looking tarot cards. He turned his attention slowly back to his former lieutenant.
"Have I ever told you the story of how I came into possession of this deck? I was a young childe back then, much like yourself, and hungry for power. I served my master well, as was to be expected, but I always yearned for more than he gave me. As the years went on, I became privy to the knowledge that my master was, in fact, working for the other side. Not knowing what else to do, I retained my post and remained a patient observer. Eventually, The chantry in London contacted me and asked for my help in cleansing our clan of the weakness that was my master. I searched for a method by which I could accomplish this, and in the end befriended a human Magician whose aims aligned with my own. Using the tools he provided me, I cut down my former master and took his place."
As he spoke, Janus began thumbing through the contents of the box, seemingly reading them with his fingertips as they played across the tops of the cards.
"As a token of our friendship, the Magician gifted me this wondrous deck of tarot cards. Since then, I have used their magicks sparingly, knowing that I would be unlikely to come across something so conveniently powerful for the remainder of my unlife. However, one card, in particular, I have been saving for just such an opportunity as this. It seems, as you are a young one, surely thirsting for power, that using it now would be quite... appropriate."
With a flick of Janus' wrist faster than any eye could detect, Everette found himself face-to-face with the card titled "Death." The picture on the card showed an old, hooded man standing above a pair of huddled, naked lovers, decaying as they held one another in an eternal embrace.
Through a clear force of will, Janus handed the card to Everette and closed it in his alabaster hands.
"Use it well."
Izaak read over the battle plan and flushed and then blanched. Of course Sasha would put me right there in the middle of the action... God I really, really hope I don't die. What would the world be like without me, anyway?
Izaak handed it on to the next person. "I believe I can perform my duties to satisfaction."
Skiouros takes possession of the paper and excitedly reads its content, nervously bouncing and giggling to himself as he admires the profound concentration and insight concealed behind the hastily strewn words. His eyes drift wildly across the paper until his focus reaches the end of the page, at which time he sharply popcorns in the air, momentarily mesmerized by the diaphanous pieces of tail fabric as they follow his descent with a slight delay. As his attention returns to the plans, he takes the papers and joyously folds it repeatedly into something which vaguely resembles an origami crane before throwing it in the air and whimsically laughing at its brief flight.
"Although monumental in its strength like the quantum singularity which bends light and prevents the illumination of our liberation, the traitorous tentacles and its sulfured tendrils lack the tension to ground the ascent."
Skiouros pauses, looking at the reflections in perpetual motion cast off his wrist armor from the nearby candlelight.
"The nocturnal fabric, frayed from the ravages of fragrant moths, only gets more worn and separated when pulled in many directions; the plan, like the thread to bind the crimson mosaic."
"It's a good plan." As far as suicide missions go. "Everyone is doing what they likely do best." Dominating the situation for me. Fatima looks at Sasha. The plan is almost too good for a Brujah. Write about what you know, I guess. Can't wait for the chapter on how to be a mouth-breathing cave-dwelling troll woman. Fatima smiles contentedly to herself.