Nathaniel had been doing some cleaning up in the shop, since the sale of the property had been a quick sale due to the sellers bankruptcy, it didn't mean that the property was pristine. The blond wolf had been sweeping the wooden floors of his new place when his Motorola Cliq started chiming and vibrating. Still kind of sore from an impulsive genital piercing at Skin Deep, he slowly moved from where he stood with the broom, dragging it along behind him to pick up the cell.
"Hey. Is this Nate?" Hadrien. What did Nate owe the pleasure of That quasi-baritone so early in the morning? Clacking and typing at a keyboard in the background, probably some old laptop or worse, a Pentium 3 with the old-style, non-ergo boards. For the rest of his kind being high fallutin', Hades seemed to take pleasure in being a good 20 years behind.
Nate's breathy sounding Middle Eastern voice was on the line next, as he hit talk. Hearing a voice at the other end asking for him, he responded. "Speaking. Who am I talking to?" he asked, having had placed an advertisement in the Picayune-Times for those seeking employment. Perhaps this was someone calling in reference to that. There was a curious tapping in the background like there was someone working on an old fashioned typewriter. He paused, waiting for the caller to state his business.
"Oh, sorry, man. It's Hades. Got a few minutes? I wanna bend yer ear about something or two..." Pause at the typewriter-sounding keyboard, and what was clearly the sound of an office chair scooting across hardwood as he went to grab something that sloshed, taking a drink as he listened. "S'about Geller, if you heard of'em." Nathaniel's voice changed when he discovered it was Hades instead of a stranger, becoming less business-like. "Shalom, Hades. Of course, I have time for you, my friend." Nate responded. To ease the pressure off his sore dick, he leaned over one of the new counters he had ordered a day before, and had arrived that very morning. "Bend my ear, eh? Okay." When he heard why, Nathaniel tensed. "Geller? Why?" he said of his friend, and packmate from London. His interest piqued, he listened carefully. The lastconversation between Geller and himself going south rather quickly concerning a new pack here in Nawlins.
"d'he give you the unity speech? If so, I'd like if you could quote it, as verbatim as you possibly can, for me..." Skidding back, across the hardwood floor--catch--continue--test keyboard. "If you don't mind, that is. I'm trying to get to know this guy, inside and out." "Well he basically told me I didn't know what the hell I was talking about during a meeting with myself and Silent at her club, Urban Decay. They want to start a pack. I balked, Silent wants to be a female Ulfric, and seemed that they were both for vampire friends. Not my cup of tea, if you know what I mean." he relayed back. "I told them that wolves fight for dominance in a pack, that they form nations, and have an Ulfric as a leader, usually male. THey kind of jumped on my ass, telling me I was wrong."
"Hmm...and vampires are supposedly why we're supposed to "band together and unite," as the Native Americans hadn't. Tell me...did he mention anything about unity? Any particulars?" "Well Geller wants to have a council like the vampires have. To be organized," he said of his friend. "Then he said he was pro-freedom and pro-equality." Which sounded awfully like the civil rights movement to him.
"Well, I do think that our leaders and those of our brightest and best should have a council together, but I happen to think that outside of intra- and inter-lycanthropic matters, and bureaucratic matters, that should be that, nothing more. Countershade?" Nate wished to avoid pack politics, he wasn't of high rank anyway, so what did he know? It wasn't uncommon for lycans to form under the umbrella of unity, but including vampires in on that just didn't fly by Nate. "I have nothing against forming a council, but I think the leaders should have one common interest, and that is protection of their people firstly. I am sure that there are some nice vampires out there, but I don't trust them as a whole."
"Sweet. So, can I shoot you an e-mail to see what you think? You, me, Cullen and some others really need to get some hard scoops on this boy to put him to bed with a milkbottle and shut these leechlovers down..."
"Well, I suppose so, Hades. I'd like to see your perspective as well as Cullen's. Since I already have Geller and Silent's." He didn't wish any ill will towards Geller, in fact he hoped he would succeed in his endeavors, but not everyone was like-minded, and obviously he wasn't the only one. My email is DenofSin@aol.com. I look forward to reading what you have to say concerning this."
"That you will. Sadly, Cullen more or less agreed after I explained why the Praxis seats were there, along with the security force" Typetype, click, creaking harddrive, dim Windows sound. "There you go. Enjoy, and thanks for the time. Oh, and for the explanation...anything other than the Meritocratic seats are things that need to be done and we don't want idle hands."
The e-mail would hit his laptop in a few minutes, from the sound of whatever the were tiger was using for a computer. Nathaniel smiled listening to the verbose Hades. His smile traveled through the cell phone. "Toda rabah. Thank you, Hades." He understood his friend's weird language. Well sort of. It took time for the Israeli to learn English, mostly for the tourists to his country. Not everything was understood though. "Merit-o-cratic? what does that mean, Hades?" he asked for a translation of the word sohe could follow the diction. "Oh. that. A government system based on a person's merits like previous performance, knowledge, that kind of thing. Like, you, fer instance--and I actually like this idea--being the Wolves' Meritocratic Chairman, for your economic acumen. Jew or not, the Wolves need you" Hades laughed, the playful grin almost heard over the phone. Hope Nate took it as the playful rib it was intended, since Nate could always take a stab and say 'at least I needn't wash out five times a day' or some such admonishment against au natural.
Nathaniel didn't take that comment as a slur, but as a compliment instead, what it was intended to be. "Thank you, Hades." said Nate, who was a whiz at marketing principles and running his businesses. It was a far cry from being a sniper for the Mossad. Still, he had that killer instinct in him, it had been present as a human, and carried over to the predator in him. He couldn't see himself as chairman of anything, Nate just wanted to live life as fully as the hedonist he was. Pleasureable, fun, and outgoing. "Is there anything else, Hades?" asked Nate, who needed to get back to work in the shop before the dust bunnies overpowered him and took him captive.
"Nah. Have a good day. I'm gonna go fall further in to sleep debt. Take care." "Enjoy your rest then, Hades." he smiled as he spoke into the Motorola Cliq. "Shalom, and thank you for calling." As he heard dead air on the other end of the line, he hit call end, ceasing the conversation. Nate placed the cell down on the counter, and went back to work. Hopefully he'd get to play later, with the revelers in town for Mardi Gras.
-- Edited by NATHANIEL ROSHAN on Wednesday 9th of March 2011 01:09:45 PM
