On attempting to find a game...

[fangboner]

What's this "attempting", Ms. Mun? Who wouldn't want lil ol' me in their game, hm? Clearly you just ain't looking hard enough.

Not that I blame you any, mind. I know you've been canon reviewing and you're certainly not going to hear me complaining about the many... many wonderful shots of Jason Stackhouse's, erm, "assets".

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[powerofgod]

[... Now this is an interesting situation, and there's aren't many that have the distinction of him finding them so, after all these long years.]

Mr. Newlin.

[His tone is measured and calm, as it ever was. But there is a tiny, predatory cant to his head.]

[fangboner]

[Steve's ever bright smile wavers, showing surprise and more than a hint of fear, before its back in place.]

Why, hello Godric! Its been quite a while hasn't it? I haven't seen you since, uh... that nasty bit of business at the Fellowship of the Sun. That's all... water under the bridge, right?

[powerofgod]

[Regardless of whether or not water is under the bridge, it has a curious tendency to cause drownings. Humans and their turns of phrase.]

I don't believe in holding grudges, Mr. Newlin.

[He inclines his head in a brief nod of acknowledgement.]

You are one of us, now. How did it happen?

[fangboner]

[That puts him a little at ease. Godric had always been an honest one. He could count on that. He adjusted his tie needlessly.]

I was coming home from a prayer group meeting when I was grabbed from behind and... Well. You can guess the rest. I woke up with a woman I didn't recognize and she took off before I could ask her anything. She didn't tell me her name, what I was supposed to do, nothing. Nice enough to leave me a four pack of Tru Blood, but that was it.

[Partial lies wrapped in half-truths and sweetened with honesty. Closer to the truth than what he'd told Jason, but still glossing over a couple of details. After a pause, he ventured some more truths, felt like he practically owed it to Godric.]

Couple nights after that--I don't know why they waited, maybe wanted to see if I'd off myself, I don't know--I started working with the Authority and have been ever since.

[powerofgod]

[It does fit the Authority's methods. A prominent human, once a self-professed spiritual leader in the war against vampire kind-- turning him would have been a calculated political blow. Or perhaps a random act of revenge. It is difficult to gauge with their kind, who can go either way. Still, he doubts it was an accident, and it is unlikely that his Maker was unaware of his identity.

Godric tilts his head. Newlin is... practiced, but he is young.]

No doubt they expected your change of heart to influence the political and social climate.

[There is someone else's hand at work there, also. A powerplay. Politics. He never did enjoy them.]