(( heh heh ... thx Rea, but nm, u can use him
Meph'l just drive himself ... I only needed him to get back to Cascadia, but I just created another Ghoul :P

Sorenti continued to laugh as Gabe slammed his fist into the door on his way out. He listened through his laughter for the sound of Gabe leaving, as he heard what he was after, Sorenti stopped all mirth, dragged himself up by his desk and snarled at the guards to get out. Thinking twice, Sorenti called one of them back as they shuffled awkwardly from the room...

"YOU!!! get my damn door fixed!!! and no, I don't care which phone you use, just do it!!!"

The Assamite nodded warily and marched from the room. When he had left, Sorenti tore his eyes from where the guard had stood and looked up to the rosewood framed portrait on the wall. He thought back to the phonecall he had received late the night before. His mind went over and over the details, just because he had done it once before, they had called him again.

The call had come out of the blue and now Sorenti was struggling with how to break the news. He smirked at Gabriel's insane idea that Sorenti was trying to meet final death, though he considered it might not be a bad thing in light of what he now knew. He looked down at his arms again, pleased at the golden brown where they had been almost sheer white, he had nearly gone too far and knew this "tan" would last a lot longer than the last.

It had hurt to Hell and back, but at least he would be able to pass freely amongst mortals now and that would serve him well. The voice on the phone had rattled off the recent events and reasons why they had called him, his flight was already booked and men would arrive soon to take what personal items and "tools" he might need.

Sorenti walked over to his closet and took out a new shirt, slumping into his chair as he buttoned it. He forced his mind back over events long forgotten, dredging up every detail that might help. Over 500 years ago, he had become caught up in the quest for the so-called Vampire "Holy Grail", the cup that once held the blood of Caine himself. The trail had been almost endless, from country to country, city to city, across oceans and seas, but finally the small group of them had found it's alleged resting place.

The monks of the Light and the legendary Templar Knights had looked after it for millenia, protecting against those who would seek to use it for the possible destruction of all mankind. Sorenti remembered the mixed band they had come up against, Garou, Sabbat, Anarchs, mages.....all who could use the Chalice for their own purposes seemed to ally for the ultimate prize. Of the select band of 12 Kindred, Sorenti had been the only one to return and that was only because of a great deception plan.

The 12 had "let it slip" that they planned to take the Chalice on the Wednesday night, yet Sorenti had gone in alone during the day on Tuesday, he had managed to replace the Chalice with a fake, disguised as a monk. It wasn't a good fake, but then it didn't really matter seeing as he only needed the time to get away....and that it had provided. Under cover of day, Sorenti had slipped away from the small village where the Chalice had been kept, the other 11 staged a mock attempt to recover the Chalice and he had heard nothing from them...ever again.

He bowed his head in sorrow for a few seconds, remembering those he fought alongside with and who gave their unlives for the Camarilla and the safety of all Kindred.

Sorenti mulled over his recollections and remembered taking the Chalice to the Inner Circle itself, they had rewarded him, though he refused it, and then sent the Chalice away to be secretly hidden for good. Now, however, it seemed someone or something had not kept that secret too well and the Chalice was gone. Since Sorenti was one of only a few left who had ever seen the fabled Chalice, let alone studied it, and he knew better than anyone the likes of those likely to want the thing...it was he who had been chosen to reclaim it once more.

He sighed heavily, his love was for his city and the Kindred in it, but this was bigger than all of them, even bigger than a Ventrue's ego. Should the Chalice fall into the wrong hands, or should it be there already, all Kindred would be in danger, not to mention mortals too, and that included his Kindred in his city.

Sorenti slammed his fist down on the marble top of his desk, before, he had been an upstanding Ventrue and handy with a sword....now he had La Magra, true, but he was a Prince and possibly widely known. That could and more likely would make this far more dangerous for him. He went through the faces of the allied rabble he had seen last time and figured on a couple of good places to start looking.

He jotted the names down, as far as he could remember them and made a quick, secure call on the number he had been given, asking for last known locations. Sorenti had been told he had the full resources of the Camarilla at his disposal, so he figured he really was on his own, too many phonecalls to them and he would be spotted a mile away by anyone watching out.

It was the last bit of the phone call which worried him..."remember, this is highly classified, it could greatly endanger everything we know and love should this information get out in the open. Do Not Tell Anyone!"....so...he would have to create some fictional fairy tale to tell others as to why he had to leave Cascadia so suddenly. He tried to work out how long he would be gone and then laughed at the futility, last time it had taken them 6 months to track the Chalice down....and they had started from reliable leads and sources, hell, they even knew who had the Chalice, it was just a matter of locating it.

Sorenti sighed heavily again and set about listing the items he would need from his own collection and from the Camarilla's resources. He nodded to the guard who returned to inform him that someone was on their way to fix the door to his study, then he began to wonder about what to tell Valek, Cain and Gabriel.

(( Very nice ... :smile:

((Indeed THATS a GREAT post man :smile: and im glad your still alive man :smile: ))

((errr...does this mean you're leaving again? :( i don't know, i'm a little drunk! tee hee! 7 bottle o' beer on the wall, seven bottle's o' beer!!!! heheheeheheheh

((only 7 and your a lil drunk :grin:

((excellent post Sorenti... now run along and recover that kindred juice cup... the Cappadocians would be very interested to learn about this..... ::winks to Valek and the Cappa-Crew::

lmfao @ Gabriel, hahahaa everyone look at Gabriel!! He's a 7-pot screamer!! bbwwahahahaaaa ::trips over an empty wine cask:: aawww crap... [img:e4abc3f956]http://www.soc.i8.com/bigdrink.gif[/img:e4abc3f956]

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((Yep...VERY INTERESTED indeed :smile: ))

lol@bats...bet I have more empty wine casks than you do
:smile: :grin: :cool: :roll:

Aaaaaawwwwwwww ... Gabe ... come on now ... I rarely drink .. and it STILL takes me more then seven to get me drunk. Wait ... hhhhmm ... ::thinks back to her last experiance:: Wait.. nope .. neeeeeevermind ... I recant on that statement ... lol ...

((ok ok! i know it was bad, it was only 7 or 8, haven't had a drink in awhile. not legal yet ya know, only 20.

Sorenti flicked the plastic button on his PC and watched as the machine whirred into life, the blitz of technical info, then the loading screen and finally the main one. He mailed Cain and Valek, explaining that he owed someone a great debt and it had been called in, so he would be away from Cascadia for a short while and for them to look after everything.

Then he wrote a mail to Gabriel, then erased it, then wrote a new one and erased that too. Sorenti had seen Reannag and spoken to her face to face, but what to tell Gabe was the problem. Slowly, Sorenti began to break all the mental links to his childe, blocking him from everything, there was no way he could allow Gabe to know either where he was or what he was really doing. If he got into serious trouble, then he would have to face it alone.

Sorenti ummm'd and ahhhh'd about what to write and then quickly typed about the debt he owed and that he was sure Gabe could understand being Ventrue, as his Dignitas forced him to repay what he owed etc. He didn't like the mail, but he just couldn't find the right words and it would have to do, adding for Gabe to tell Mephisto.

Then he shut down his PC and walked into his dressing room, grabbing his customized weapons harness and bodysuit that concealed larger weapons under a long jacket. Sorenti watched as the men carried his bags out to the waiting car, switched off the lights in his office and followed the last of them out into the night air. Letting himself into the back seat of the car, he settled into the seat for the drive to Blenheim, counting a mere 4 hours before his departure from Cascadia and possibly luxury too.

Gabriel sat in his office, his eyes were strained from a long night of paper work. In the other room Reannag coughed slightly. His PC hummed to life and beeped and buzzed merrily. Gabriel went through the process of checking his e-mail.
His eyes were immediantly drawn to Sorenti's address. He by-passed the various junk mails and opened the letter. His eyes flew with increasing worry over the letter.
Sorenti was going away.....on some insane mission. Of course...he was right. Clan Ventrue called upon it's brightest stars to perform the most harrowing tasks. Sorenti would return not only a Ventrue hero, but a Kindred hero as well.
Gabriel sighed and closed his eyes, reaching out across the expanse of the city, searching for Sorenti's mind. He received nothing...a cold void. Slowly, Gabriel opened his eyes....his Sire...what was he really thinking?
Somehow Gabriel would fix what he'd made such a mess of.......

Rea stood in the open doorway of Gabe's office. she sighed softly to herself. He had been working for hours now, no breaks at all.She was sure that he was keeping himself busy so that he didn't have to think too much about what he had done to Sorenti. A smile broke her face as she thought about the way Gabe and her used to fight for sorenti's affection, and now look at them both. stood side by side ready to protect sorenti come what may. She out of love and Gabe out of love for his sire.
He leaned back against the leather computer chair and she watched as he stared out of the window.Silently she walked up to him and touched his shoulder.
" he will be fine you know...sorenti...im sure he will come back to us soon" she said to him, her voice wavering slightly.
"I'm going to Blenheim tonight, to see him before he goes...will you be ok?"
She stood behind him , one hand draped on his shoulder waiting for his reply.

((ummm lol forgot what i was going to say now..dammit...hehehehe :lol: