Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Gotham City Address From The New Prince In Praxis

It was a crisp and clear February night in New Orleans. Stormy had picked Jazzland Six Flags because of her history there but mostly it's what her heart told her to do. It wasn't often that she let that undead thing out but rebuilding the park would make her happy and it would be a good mark for her Clan. She had only seen what she was currently doing - not building the Park, but declaring Praxis in a City - once and that was in the Camarilla Stronghold of Chicago. After all, named after her Clan, Stormy Rain Malkin was doing what she thought right in this circumstance to spite the hateful rumors about her Clan Malkavian.

This wasn't like Stormy to do such a thing. She never thought that she would. She had timidly wrote a note to the first Prince she had presented herself to, the shy type. It was true, to spite her shyness, that she had earned the nickname Pack Killer but she didn't own it for herself - but who knew? Maybe she did.

Stormy was never happy, ever. Yet tonight she was happy on two counts and one of those was standing right beside of her: Vargas! She was still holding back the blood tears of joy from the major surprise of her friend returning to New Orleans. She was also trying with all of her might to hold down the floods of fear and apprehension going through her. No one would notice, though. She had never balked from duty and tonight was the same. But how would she react when she got home? 

This was an emergency.
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Stormy was doing great! She stood proud and tall at the podium in Gotham City. She held tightly to the podium, being careful not to shatter it, and begun her speech.

"Good Evening, fellow Kindred. I am Stormy Rain Malkin and am a native of New Orleans. I come here tonight because it is my duty to do so. I'm declaring Praxis and I hope for your support. The simple fact is New Orleans needs a Prince and I'm prepared to fill the gap so that my beloved City doesn't fall into evil hands. Thank you."

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