After the brief argument and “meeting” are over, Decklund pulls together whoever is hanging around – Sam, Destiny and Michael and maybe some PCs.
“Look, its pretty fucking clear that Raph has been out of his element for a while now. He’s an alchemist, not a politician, and I think it shows. Listen. I think we need new leadership, maybe even some new people in those Council seats. I think we need to work with the Rogue Council more, wherever we can while still covering our asses. I think we can get through this, but not the way things are going now. Pretty soon, there won’t even be a Council in this city.”
“So, there’s a little procedural shuffling that’ll have to happen next meeting. I’m putting myself forward as head of the Council of New York. If all goes well, I think we can turn things around. I say, if Kat wants a seat, screw the Adepts, she’s got it. Or someone else with similar skills and some intelligence. And we need someone in the Akashic seat, but I don’t think Jane’s going to be the best choice. We also need someone in the Dreamspeaker seat, because I don’t think the Red Spears are going to play ball, so to speak. But we need shit to start happening, and not just happening to us. I just don’t think Raph can bring us there, and if he has to leave, maybe Alice can take his place. She seems like her head isn’t, frankly, up her ass. If not, we may need to improvise, but it’ll take a lot to pull this out of the shitter, you know?”
“So, when all this happens, and we talk to the Technocracy, I think we tell them to go shove it. They won the Ascension War, so they can fucking dig themselves out of this hole with the Rogue Council. Winner takes all, right? So winner takes the shit too. Meanwhile, we hunker down and figure out how to weather things, how to adapt to what’s going on. Tell the Techies we’ll stay out of the way, and meanwhile talk to the Rogue Council, whoever, quietly.”
“But Raphael was right about one thing. This is about survival. So, like he said, we all need to do what we have to.”