(2411)Formal Court

[Otto Schneider]

Unlike previous social functions, Otto spent little time fretting about his appearance. It was a black suit, white undershirt, and red tie. A plain outfit notable only for its apparent cost and his Covenant's pin on his breast pocket. I'm getting used to this. He this realized as he approached the area reserved for Kindred and their most trusted retainers and felt a remarkably weaker surge of emotion from his Beast than in the past. The Predator's Taint would always be present but the repeated exposure lessened the discomfort, not unlike dosing oneself with poison to build an immunity.

His eyes wandered over the mass of predators, feeling a slight surge of fear as he sighted unfamiliar faces with evidently more potent blood. The Priest kept them in the corner of his gaze even as he navigated the room towards Vincenzo. The Lord spotted several familiar faces along the way and paid them the appropriate compliments as he passed. "Lady Seneschal Hazelton, I bid you a pleasant good evening." A deep bow. He kept a neutral expression before offering a similar bow to the Mekhet Priscus. "Priscus Baker, good evening." And then the Acknowledged he stood on relatively equal footing with, Dawson, Roman, and Silvers. Each received a polite "Good evening, pleasant to see you," and a nod as the Ventrue worked his way through the venue.

Finally he entered the Legate's general orbit and gave a slight bow to the elder Kindred. "Legate Vincenzo, a pleasure to see you again." Otto smiled and nodded at well-dressed man accompanying him. "And a good evening to your companion as well. I am Otto Schneider, Priest of the Lancea Sanctum." He offered by way of introduction before turning his attention back to his fellow Sanctified. He refrained from addressing the apparent controversy surrounding the Daeva Priscus, though he clearly seemed unsurprised by the topic.

[Neville Godwin]

Neville is guided through to the back area, a walk that feels different this time. maybe the time away actually did effect him. Looking around he feels the delicacy of the decor, the intentional ambiance created. He missed home. He is dressed in his customary black suit, but bears his deep green vest and an indigo pocket square.


Stepping into the area, his beast growl both to run and to fight from the various other Kindred in the space. He looks around to see what he will be dealing with initially, and sees some he recognizes and some he doesn't.


"Lady Seneschal. Priscus Baker. Mr. Roman. And I don't believe I have had the pleasure to meet you two lovely ladies; Neville Godwin, at your service."

[Alessandra]

The time had come yet again, Formal Court. More effort had to be put into what she wore. Her stylist had found a dress in an archive from a designer she had worn in the past and knew Ale would look stunning in the vintage piece. While the Savage had her doubts, she paid the woman handsomely to dress her for such occasions, so she agreed.

Not her usual style, but, why not.

Walking into Court from her office, Cain at her side, she pauses at the couple of stairs that led to her private seating area. The dress, a fitted golden material flowed and flared around her hips with fine beaded detailing that led to the striking burst of color.

Dark eyes take in the room and who was present. Her Beast, ever on alert, growled in displeasure at the weakness that dared stand before it. It wanted their blood, it demanded it! But it would not happen, and Ale pushed it back to its corner, where it would pace and stew.

Most faces were expected, some were not. The Savages inked face remains expressionless as she watched, offering a nod of respect to Jennifer Hazelton . Smaller nods were offered to the Priscus who were there.

[Raul]

Raúl arrives at this month's Formal Court not long before the doors would be closed. He's dressed in his typical formal affair: a three piece suit including a crimson paisley vest. He looks around as he makes the last few steps down into the Court Commons area, looking around at faces he knows. All of them are familiar though a few seem to be missing.

He bows to the Seneschal and to the Prince, the latter getting a much a deeper bow. Everyone else gets a nod of his head in greeting. His Beast shrouded and hidden within as he settles into the crowd.

[Helen Kingsley]

Helen hurriedly enters Nox. Her blue Elysium dress shows some wrinkling if one knows what to look for. While she'd normally take a breather at the door, she doesn't tonight. No time.

Once inside, she has a quick look around to see who's there. Well, everybody, its mandatory court after all. Still, there are some select people who she can't just make out. Maybe that's that 'fashionably late' thingy ?

As is, she prioritizes the other holders of office before anything else. Thus, the Prince is afforded a deep curtsy, Jennifer a shallower one. A nod goes to Albert and one a litle smaller one to Marcus, Otto and Raul, leaving a slight inclination of the head for Alicia, Neville and Rebecca.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

“I am curious how the conversation that we had would play out.” Jennifer states to Ms. Dawson. Jennifer was careful about what was said in a fishbowl that was Formal Court. Everyone who was anyone was here, and they could all be brokering information for their own ends.
“I hope that the positive outcome that we discussed is a possibility. I believe that a conversation with a Reeve is an excellent way to spend the evening.” Jennifer states.

“Mr. Roman.” A nod of respect to an acknowledged of the Domain. “It is good to see you. Yes, I have been well. Thank you for asking.
I am laying groundwork for getting a few art pieces on loan. I am going to see how they look in the small gallery at Lotus Salon.
Perhaps you would care to see the pieces when they arrive? I was going to invite one other.”
Jennifer did not dilly dally with ‘how have you been’ pleasantries. Perhaps unusual. Perhaps Nosferatu.
Jennifer looked between the Kindred who tended to fade into the background and Ms. Silvers with interest. Yet she kept her mouth closed on matters where she was not fully in the know about. After all, she knew quite a few balls had been in the air, and as far as she knew, they could be falling all over the place.

“Ms. Silvers.” A nod of respect to one respected in the Domain of Sacramento. Yet those brown eyes ticked around for a marked beat. Absences were noted.
“Priscus Baker.” A nod for a recognized Kindred of the Domain is given to the Mekhet Priscus.
“Mr. Schneider.” Jennifer marked his respects and gave a nod appropriate for one acknowledged in the Domain.
“Mr. Godwin.” He receives a raised eyebrow, a message of ‘do you remember something’ and then she gave him a nod reserved for one acknowledged in the Domain.

Jennifer bent her body into a perfect curtsy, held low to show deep respect for the Alder Prince. She waits a moment and rises, her eyes looking for the Alder Prince’s. “Alder Prince Alessandra.” The Alder could not be expected to traverse with neonates and some others, yet Jennifer bids her a verbal greeting even though she was far for a conversation. The area that the Prince was in was too far from those gathered to causally brush by the Alder. It was designed for a reason.
“Whip.” A nod to one acknowledged in the Domain.
“Reeve Kingsley.” A deeper nod that required the bending of Jennifer’s back to the Reeve, who was valued in the Domain.

[Seryna]

Shane and Jackson moved in. Shane and Jackson bowed low to the Alder Prince and a slightly shallower bows to the Seneschal, a slightly lesser bow to the Reeve and nods to the other Kindred. They were White men who looked as though they were lean with builds from occasional weight lifting. Their Curse caused them to hold themselves apart from the Kindred, and those nearing them would be made aware.
Mr. Eddison Jake entered Court. He was a skinny, unobtrusive man who held his Beast Cloaked. He is African American, around 5'11'' with a closely cropped hairstyle. He has an unobtrusive air. You likely would look right past him, unless searching for him, specifically. He wears a grey off the rack suit with a violet pocket square. The tie is grey, not flashy. His Beast is cloaked.

Mr. Anthony Hoyle enters court. The gentleman is white - haired, respectable looking. His cufflink jewels suggest his clan is Ventrue. He is BP 4.
All Kindred paid proper respect to the Prince upon her arrival with appropriate curtsies and bows to the Alder Prince. Then paid respects with slightly shallower bows and curtsies to the Seneschal.
The Reeve was given deep nods and bows from the Kindred gathered in Elysium.
The other kindred broke into quiet conversations.

“I have not seen you around where I have been. Perhaps you should take some time to listen.” Vincenzo remarks back to Ms. Silvers.
“Ah, Priest Schneider. Good to see you. I do not believe that you have met Mr. Waldorf, a fellow member of the Ventrue Clan. He has been around the Domain for an age. We were commenting on some recent happenings.
What has been occupying your nights of late?”

[Jacque]

Was it that time again? Four times a year and yet each event was merely a breath behind the last. He was dressed in his formal wear, black tuxedo and violet paisley vest and tie. An amethyst tie stud secured the tie while the familiar Rolex was found naturally on his wrist. As he entered court proper he gazed across the crowd. Each blink this world was changing and quite rapidly. How interesting, he thought to himself.

He bowed deepest to the Prince, holding it until he was certain he was seen- "Your Grace.". That was then followed by a bow to Jennifer, "Seneschal," showing the respect the office held. Last was a nod to the Reeve followed by a similar acknowledgement to the remaining Priscii.

He waited for a moment before circulating into the crowd. It had been quite some time.

[Benedikta Grey]

Benedikta was not late. She arrived precisely when she meant to, bearing a bronze-colored formal gown with blue floral embroidery. Coupling the look with a tasteful white-gold necklace and matching earrings, Benny wore her hair tied back in an elegant bun.

Prioritizing her betters first, Benedikta granted the Prince a deep curtsy, shallower curtsies to both Baker and the Seneschal, and, finally, a bowed head to both the Reeve and her fellow Whip, Raul. The remaining assembled Kindred are granted a nod befitting of their respective Acknowledgements.

"Good evening, Mr. Godwin," she said, affording her clanmate some initial words, "It is good to see you've chosen to join us. It's been... some time since we've seen you."

Then a look to the gathered Kindred in all.

"And a fine evening to you all," she offered, "Your collective attire certainly inspires and I trust you've all been well."

[Marcus Roman]

Marcus returned the nod to Ms Silvers, and replied to Rebecca "It goes well enough so far. Curious what the night will bring. I recently..." Marcus paused and gave an appropriate nod to the Priscus of Shadows. "Priscus Baker."

He turned back to Ms Dawson. "Anyway, I was..." He trailed off again "Good Evening Mr. Schneider..." a nod of acknowledgement keeping it a cool vibe versus their last encounter though there was a trailing look as Marcus nailed his beasts need to hunt down.

The Roman looks back to Ms. Dawson "So I recently was looking to mo...You know what I'll come back to it." He said apologetically before turning his attention over to Neville with an appropriate nod "Good evening Mr. Godwin, welcome back." He said with a curious tone of 'where ya been?'

Then a force of nature entered the room. Marcus bowed deeply to the Prince holding it a few beats. Though his beast and himself were adjusting the more encounters he had with Her Grace...she was still just so strong. This was followed by a bow appropriate to the Whip of Savages, and a deeper bow for the Reeve.

As he turned to Jenna her voice slithering into his ear Marcus spoke after just a heartbeats pause while the Gangrel tried not to react to her curse "I'd love to take a look, sounds like a fantastic time."

More new faces entered Court. Marcus feels one particularly strong that he has to wrestle his beast back into its cage to keep from fleeing from a Ventrue judging by the clothes. He gives the proper nods to them as well after another moment of his beast adjusting.

A bow to Priscus Jack and a slight bow at the shoulders for Whip Benny.