2026-03-16 10:35 - 13:12 PST
Thalia made her way to the Thinblood Community Center. She had a plan that required the blood of Lady Amalia White, the Toreador Primogen, and figured the best place to get it would be at the gala1. She ran into Louis and told him about her plan. He suggested she not worry Ally with it, as she had enough on her plate as-is, and this plan was incredibly risky. To this end, he introduced her instead to someone he thought might be willing to help: Roy.
Thalia and Roy were already acquainted2, so she told him what she wanted to do:
“How do you feel about helping me steal Lady Amelia Whites blood?”
“Who’s that?”
“Toreador Primogen. And.” She lowers her voice. “Alleged.” This is in air quotes. “Diablorist.”
He’d help, but he wanted Thalia to help him convince Sam to join the Anarchs. She stopped by Rodman’s Tailoring to steal a few suits, and then called up Sam.
They met at the same bar from the other night3. Thalia didn’t want to pry too much, she could tell that Sam was clearly an unacknowledged kindred and seemed to genuinely respect Gabriela’s efforts in protecting her thus far, but she made a case for the Anarchs.
“I understand that. I know that you probably haven’t thought about this much- but what sort of future do you want? Do you want a Camarilla accounting? To keep being a rogue- which I do commend, but is dangerous- although I took the scourge off the board so less so now- don’t tell anyone about that though. Or- and to be clear- this is just an offer- join me and my group. I understand joining a side in a ongoing war is intimidating, so no pressure at all.”
Sam gets a little nervous. “I uh, haven’t really thought about it. Right now, I’ve just been staying with Gab, trying to figure out what I’m doing with my life. Why do you think I should join your group, though?” “I mean, Roy wants the same thing. He doesn’t talk about it much, but I can tell.”
“It’s true. He does want it. And the truth is this- there are lots of reasons to join the Camarilla. Organized structure, a clear hierarchy, etc. Even if you aren’t a pillar clan you can still make a good life there. Good being subjective, of course.”
She lets out a long sigh.
“It may be a good life in some ways, but it’s a life in a vipers nest. A life in chains. I will not pretend that the anarchs are perfect, or that we don’t have power hungry vultures in our ranks. But what we don’t do is reward those power hungry vultures. But what you will have is freedom. Freedom to choose who and what you want to be. Freedom to be friends with whoever you chose. Freedom over safety- but even then, the movement protects our own. And no one will force you to fight in this war. Keep your head down like you’ve been doing, and you will be safe. Or as safe as any Kindred can be.”
She puts her hand on her shoulder.
“You don’t have to join. Roy cares about you which means that in my mind, you are under my protection, in whatever ways I can offer. But- friendship and community go hand in hand. I don’t wish for you to be in danger, and there isn’t a blood oath you have to swear. To be an anarch means you’ve chosen to throw off the chains of those who would oppress us, to join a community who fights for what we believe in.”
She smiles.
“Maybe that’s too much of a spiel- but I care, Sam. I care so very much. And I don’t want to see you hurt.”
“Look, Thalia, I like what you stand for. I just gotta think about it. Gab isn’t gonna be happy.” Thalia feels as if her words made a real impact on Sam, despite her hesitation.
Thalia gave Sam a ride to a bus stop, and they parted ways.
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