Tea Time With The Grigori

Well, after mulling over it for a couple days (okay, a week), I decided to go ahead post this:

Yup it's another one those times.

So, I'm surprised I have not established this on here yet but I LOVE hot chocolate. The time of the year does not matter at all, if I need an energy boost it is what I turn.

So I went out to the nearest *Redacted for the sake of my refusal to do a shameless plug* to get some and as I left, sitting at one of the tables outside was, who else.

The Grigori

Grigori: Well hello Mr. Schultz. It's certainly been awhile. Did you appreciate my gift?

(I take a seat, figuring I may as well try to enjoy my drink while I talk to the guy who, when we last met, smashed a cane down on my already broken leg. In hindsight, I have no idea what the hell  possessed me to make that choice)

Chris: Oh yeah...I gotta' say, it's not often I receive a tongue. Good to know that you're willing to hurt others just to please me.

G:  Now just relax. It was one of those...ah, what do they call them? Loops? It grew back.

C: I doubt that will make me feel anymore comfortable. (I take a sip and decide to change the subject). So, I see you are learning to use the Internet. How's that going for you?

G: It's quite frustrating. I suppose it's just my age. And it is just amazes me how much insolence some of these young'uns show to someone so high-up.

C: (I couldn't help but laugh) Well, it doesn't help that you just came right the fuck  out of nowhere without introduction. That was something I learned early on. Speaking of which, apparently I was correct in thinking that you were pretty high up on the totem pole. The primary financial supplier huh?

G: Among many other things, yes. If there is one thing I knew long before I started working under the Boss, it's that I had a knack for that kind of thing. I inheritted my family's company after I lost them, took out some of the competition and now we are among the most powerful businesses in the world.

C: Shouldn't I have recognized you by now?

G: (He let out a small chuckle) I have someone posing as the president of the company in my stead. Do you really think I would be enough of a fool to expose myself to the public like that. That would be so troublesome wouldn't you agree?

C: I suppose so...

G: What's the matter? You don't seem happy to see me.

C: You'll have forgive me. After the last couple of encounters, I'm starting to think that every meeting we have is going to end in me getting whacked by your damn  cane.

G: I'm hurt. There were perfectly justifiable reasons for me to do that and it's not as though I enjoyed doing it.

C: (bitterly) Yeah, I'm sure you don't, otherwise you would have been there when Andras went apeshit on me.

G: Again, I must apologize him. He's been difficult...I'm not used to handling Proxies for such a long period of time.

C: Wait, what are you talking about. I thought you said you train Proxies.

G: Oh dear, it looks like I said to mu-

C: Don't give me that shit. You intentionally said that, so spill it you son of bitch  because I am in no mood to play your games.

G: Testy today aren't we? Fine I'll charm you. Yes, I said I train Proxies but it is only for two months at the most. Andras is an exception. He is quite unique.

C: So were those three that restrained him trainees?

G: Oh no, not all.

C: (losing my patience)Well who are they?

G: (grinned) I'm going let you in on a little secret. You see the majority of those under my command are not Proxies. They have never had any sort of encounter with my boss or any other Fear. They have not read the blogs. They have not seen the pictures.They have not viewed the clips on the internet. I simply raised them as children to excel in..everything. Primarily extermination.

C: ...What the fuck  is wrong with you? What kind of sicko would just-

G: I suggest you watch your tongue before you start judging me. (I believe this is the first time I have ever seen him angry) I have taken them in after the world abandonned them. Without me they would have been left to suffer. If it means having to kill a few people, I would say it is far better than being the plaything for a corrupt unit of soldiers or spending your life in a lab to be poked and prodded. I've rescued these children from despair.

C: I see... but I have trouble believing that that is the only reason.

G: Fine, if you want to look at it from a more professional standpoint. In my opinion. I feel that a good portion  of  Proxies are flawed. Their encounters with my boss normally lead to some rather..less than satisfactory results with how they  function. Too much destruction, unnessecary deaths, boosted egos, defection. I will not name any names. For those who follow me, they follow my command and mine alone. They are to simply get the job done and leave no trace behind. The Boss had his objections about it, I will not go into the details of my punishment  for going behind his back to do this, but they have proven themselves to him. They are some of the finest we have.

C: So how does Andras fall into this?

G: He intrigues me, his case is very special. His mind has developed slower than other in the sense that well he's 19 but his mindset is that of a 13-year old and had some rather abusive parents. So when my Boss came to take him and killed his parents as a result, he looked to Him as a savior. The kid was practically begging to follow him. I would not have been surprise if even He was taken aback by this. It isn't often that we have someone so...eager to live this life. I really want to see how this kid ticks. Just how loyal can he become.

C: Well that explains the tantrum he threw.

G: Indeed.

C: They certainly seem very special to you.

G: Yes, indeed they are. And I do care for them. They are my Eyes (I capitalize this because I believe to this is a title for them). They should be treated with care.

C: Your...Eyes?

G: Well surely you've done your homework by now, correct? I'm The Grigori. Going back to Greek origin, The Grigori is a watcher. Which is exactly what I do. However, it's physically impossible to watch everything. This is where my Eyes come on.

C: So they're spies?

G: Yes and no. Like I said, they excel in all areas.

C: Of course...

(A long period of silence passes as I try to enjoy my hot chocolate while I take it all in. It doesn't help.)


C: So.. is that all you came here for?

G: Not quite, I came here to give you a...temporary farewell. (I felt his cane poking at my ankle, followed by the sound of what I'm sure was a gun cocking) and I need you to give out a message.

C: I think you are asking the wrong guy here. My followers are kinda' sparse compared to others. (No offense to my followers)

G: Well as I you know, I've taken quite the liking to you.

C: And I suppose I have no say in the matter.

G: I believe you know the answer already.

C: Fine...what is it?

G: I've received orders directly from the Boss. I've been ordered to weed out and terminate any vermin among our ranks. This ranges from those who are on the run, to those who wish to betray us, to those who have been abusing their power, and everything in between.

C: Why would you go and make that declaration? I mean isn't that something you want to keep and, I don't know.. take them by surprise?

G: I'm being kind. These people know who they are. I am giving them a chance to shape up, and they better do it fast. The time limit to do so is very short. And for those who do not believe me, just know that I have Eyes everywhere.

(I restrain myself from telling him that that was a terrible pun)

G: Also, to those in Moriarty's little millitia. Pull back or else we will make you suffer. I will not stand for watching my more noble commrades be gunned down in this manner. I will set my philosophy of being quick and efficient aside to show you all that there is pain, suffering, and despair far beyond what Hell  is capable of delivering.

C: Is that it?

G: Yes.

C: (jokingly) And what are you going to do if they don't? Send the Black Dog after them like you've done with me?

G: (he seemed rather confused, another first for him)  Pardon me?

C: I was just joking. I know the Black Dog is a seperate Fear. I just think it would be amusing if it turned he was just some lackey.

G: Why would..Nevermind. I must take my leave. May we meet again someday.
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I'm not sure if he is telling the true, if he is trying to intimidate me. or if he has just gone off his rocker, but I am not going to just blow it off.

It bothers my if he is right about this...is he in the right?