You have been weighed, you have been measured Who: Arich (NPC), Jokull and Nikita Where: Detroit - Jokull's office When: Morning Warning: Torture, violence, character death
After that most successful discussion with Linnea the previous night, Jokull was in one of those moods that put everyone on edge. Not because they thought that he was going to snap one of their necks off or anything. It was more the fact that he was actually smiling and going about his business with a generally pleasant demeanor. Why shouldn't he? He was going to go back to live with his family! And no, he wasn't being sentimental about it. Living closer to Linnea and their daughters meant a better supply to their blood that was so prized, perhaps even access to Satu's again. Not to mention the breaking of Valterri. That boy was so close to getting the hang of blood magic and Jokull was sure that with a few more lessons he'd finally be able to get a spell right.
That'd just kill Linnea. You do all these things to spite her, came Arich's dry voice. And yet you never actually come up with one to kill her. It'd make life easier, I keep trying to tell you.
"And I keep telling you that it's more fun to annoy her. A dead person can't provide near as much entertainment as a live one." That and with her alive there was no need for him to go about pretending to be courting anyone. She served her purpose at the balls and various parties that people in his company threw. Really though, her value shone through with the vampires and blood witches he dealt with because a lot of them had become quite accustomed to her blood. Which Arich countered by pointing out Dagmar, which was countered again because Dagmar's blood was also demonic. A little circle that he knew how to walk. Linna had to stay alive for all the benefits she brought.