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"Changeable," Anton replies, bluntly. Changeable as a collective. Individually, much less so. The Haunt's manner doesn't seem to change upon learning that Eric is an Ordo member. He gives Alice a cursory glance as he questions the newcomer.
"I don't recall settling in Kansas City, though I've passed through. Tell me, what do you hear about Sacramento out in the wilderness?"
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Wringing her cane tighter for a second, she seemed to work whatever tension she needed to ease on it. Martha was soon caught sneaking another look at Alice's shoes. Wide eyed, she tries a very bashful smile and curtsey to Alice upon realising that Alice, loitering, was possibly free to talk.
Martha sneaks a furtive look at Eric: seeing he has settled into conversation nearby, she adjusts her hat again. Toying with her cane again, as if thinking about whether or not to head towards Alice.
Thomas O'Connor
Dressed in a black suit, black dress shirt, black dress shoes and a black tie with two stripes of color running across it near the bottom, one silver, the other indigo. As he descends the stairs to the Court section of Avalon his eyes fall upon one of the offices reserved for those with official positions in the Domain and for a split second it seems like a frown forms on his face before almost instantly disappearing. There was a face he had been growing accustomed to that if the rumors were correct would be missing from the Domain for sometime. Combine that with another rumor Thomas had heard about his Clanmate and recent Reeve appointee Max also leaving the Domain and the dark suited Shadow had seemingly lost two Kindred whom he had come to genuinely like and respect.
Seeing Keeper Villiers near her own office and Madam Alice Brown nearby Martha, Thomas decides to see if his Clanmate is able to confirm the two rumors that brought him to Court this evening. He makes his way over towards the two female kindred, an honest smile on his face. Madam Alice Brown had been a most interesting companion after that whole mess at Court and Martha, well Martha was as close to a friend as he seemed to have left in the City.
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Mask of Tranquility
Asa steps out of his office, neatly dressed in black slacks and a dark grey shirt with purple pinstripes. One hand holds a fold of papers, which he absentmindedly taps against the palm of the other as he looks around.
A few moments of study are given to the new face, but then his attention turns to the gathering outside of Victoria's office.
Long strides cross the distance and he leans forward, asking in a faux whisper, "Are we listening at the door? What am I missing?"
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Mishcha tried to walk calmly into Avalon; he tried to stay silent and undisruptive; and his efforts seemed to have been helped by the new face stammering his introductions (he was glad he had at least made it to the Red and White Court so he didn't have to suffer the awkwardness of the experience himself as much)
However, he slammed the door shut just a little too hard, and his self-restrained steps were just a little too loud.
Damn this place and their politics, he swore privately, as the unexpected sound he created startled his own steps.
He was slightly peeved tonight.
Had he been slightly more efficient in meeting people before in the last Court, he needn't have come. All he had to do was ask for Acknowledgment anyway. Just ask! But before he knew it, the opportunity had passed and he had to spend two whole wasted nights worrying about a task that should have been finished a while ago, had he been able to settle in more quickly.
Dressed in an uncomfortably formal black suit he would have rather not worn, he walked into the gathering with a hidden scowl behind his face. It only deepened when he noticed that he had arrived early and the Seneschal wasn't even present yet!.
Damn it all! Damn it all to hell! he muttered under his breath.
His private rant to himself was stopped short by the Prince's arrival. He bowed in respect, pocketing his emotional turmoil and holding back a frustrated sigh as the Court dived headfirst into it's first political maelstrom of the night.
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While waiting, some things draw the attention of Alice. Martha and Thomas. She didn't exactly know how to think of these Kindred, well, she had a few thoughts about Thomas...
However, the most significant thing is the presence of the Prince himself. And another man... there he was again. Though his manners were even more awful then hers, Alice had a total crush on the man (Mishcha). I don't even know his name... and why is he just storming into court? Anyhow, he is just perfectly my style.
Shocked by the fact that the Prince came her way, she forgot about the door and Mishscha, and made a curtsy. 'Your Majesty.' She looks at him and grins. It should be forbidden for Princes to be funny and handsome, all these men here confuse me.
After the moment thinking she had gathered the courage to speak: 'Well, I'm afraid there is nothing interesting to miss, Majesty. I've tried to contact Lady Seneschal Stamford, but she doesn't seem to be here yet. We have some unfinished matters to discuss.'
"Very little, honestly. That was partly what drew me here."
He was slightly annoyed at him refering to his old home as the wilderness. He let it go though, for all he knew, when the haunt had past through Kansas City there might have actually been cowboys and indians slaughtering one-another across the planes.
"Is there anything I should know now that I am here?"
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Martha offered a meek and very respectful curtsey to The Prince and. seeing him engage with those loitering near the lovely Seneschal's office, she rubs at her lame leg a moment. Smiles cheerfully upon seeing Thomas arrive...another curtsey to him.
Thomas O'Connor
Thomas had just reached the two female kindred when the Prince arrived with his stage whisper directed towards the ground. The Mekhet Soldier offers a respectful bow to the Alder Prince and was about to reply when Madam Brown offered her explanation to the Prince. Seeing Martha's curtsey to him, Thomas offers the Keeper a polite bow and smile in return. He backs a half step away from the conversation seemingly forming between Alice and the Prince in order not to intrude should the Alder Prince wish to speak with the Daeva.
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Brenn Lawrence half stumbled through the doors of the Avalon as though her feet werent quite sure they wanted to keep moving forward. She was still trying to figure out how she had managed to stumble upon a meeting of kindred this size and more importantly, how she had ever managed to get invited in. One moment she had been roving around the city, looking for her kind, and the next she was being escorted down stairs into the sanctum of some kind of kindred gathering. Brenn peered through the strands and clumps of hair obscuring her face at the other Kindred in the room and froze. Her eyes roved over their formal attire, stopping on the silver and gold jewelry for a few moments before she swallowed reflexively and glanced at her own clothing. She wore a stained flannel jacket open over a faded FIGHT THE POWER T-shirt, a pair of worn black jeans, and her brand new Converse sneakers. At least it was all freshly washed, she thought, as she imagined fading into the shadows and leaving unseen. Too bad she didnt know how to do that.
Feeling her Beast competing with her anxiety, she paused once more at the bottom of the stairs before moving to stand by the group of assembled kindred and nodding in their general direction.
Here, away from the light
My form does transgress
As I look for the Ruler of this night
For I did not know how to appear, I must confess, she spouted, her treacherous lips slurring the words slightly. Hopefully she could get through this awful moment relatively unscathed.
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