Behind The Mirror

While dancing at the shop tonight after hours, Tsaya and I had a visitor. Her name is Tiziana Calladoro and she had one of the cards. Lavi devised a system for those of us who were responsible for checking out the new possible members – one of her business cards with a special phone number. The numbers vary depending on what I am to do with them. 0001 means they are simply a ‘look-see’, meet them and see if I think they are worth bothering with. 0002 meant they could be told in vague terms that we had an ‘organization in case things get bad’. 0003 meant someone who has her full okay and as long as I agreed, I could take them in and show them around, give them their key and the whole bit.

Well, this Tiziana came with a card bearing the number 555-0002. She said Lavi had referred her to me to meet and talk over things and get to work with us. Now, her words and her card said two different things. And the longer she spoke, the more hesitant T and I became. Something about this one really did not sit too well with us. She came on as if she had been granted full access to the big secret when, in fact, she knew nothing. Some of the places she hangs out and the people she seems to associate with are bad signs. Someone whose lips are that loose made us way too nervous.

In the end, we gave her the vague story as directed, and blew her off. I have already sent word to Lavi that this one is a no go…

Well I got to see Dusty in action and my initial impression was spot on. One of her family had gone ’round the proverbial bend, some old Kindred who claimed to be a Viking of all things. He’s been causing trouble around town of late and Dox finally gave the word that this old world was no longer the place for him. We tracked him down to a stand of trees outside town and Dusty gave him what for and did not back down. Bobby was along for the ride in case things got too loud and it turned out it was a good thing he did. This Viking fellow was waving his axe around and jabbering in whatever language it was he spoke. Dusty got him calmed down but he refused to get in the car, not trusting modern mechanical inventions, and walked back to town. I heard later that he’d gone nuts in St. Dominic’s and tried to attack a nun (always a bad idea!) and that reporter, Jessica Townsend and got put down at Axel’s hand. The wheel always turns and when we, being the anomalies we are, push things to far there is always a consequence…