(2502) Formal Court

[Helen Kingsley]

"Yah, I am Reeve of the domain." Repetition as a simple statement of fact. Problem solved, as long as she doesn't know where Ai is planning to take that, that is. Ms Clarke's news don't really help lighten the mood. "Ah, great, I'll look into it."

All great fun tonight, she's already glad she turned up. Although it seems there are some other people who decided to turn up for... some reason.

"Evening, Ms McIntyre, missing the domain that soon already ?"

[Seryna]

The Daeva remained standing where she was. She looked at the Reeve expectantly. As Helen moved onto speaking to the Ventrue, Ms. Clark glanced towards Alicia.
The envoy, the Reeve Ai, glances towards the Seneschal and Alder Prince. She watches them for a moment before looking at Reeve Kingsley.
“I expect things are going well.” Reeve Ai states, her face smooth and without suspicion. Her eyes move between the Prince and Alicia. She looks surprised.
“You have recently claimed the role, Priscus Silvers?” She inquires. “You believe that the climate of this Domain does not agree with the Daeva Clan?”
Vincenzo stands with Mr. Waldorf and the Nosferatu men, although his attention is focused on Prince Alessandra and Priest Schneider.


"Good evening, Reeve Kingsley." Ms. McIntyre greeted with a proper deep nod. "I did wish to speak to the Ventrue Priscus about a stay. I was curious about the Covenants in this Domain. Do you have an opinion on if there would be room for me here?"

[Otto Schneider]

Not for the first Time, Otto was thankful that he didn't need to breathe. He would have been holding his breath for the entire time that it took to take the Prince's verbal lashings. He hadn't expected to have his use of a subservient form of address to be thrown back into his face. I guess all those etiquette lessons were just as worthless as I had thought they were. For half a second he wondered what his Sire might have thought of the exchange. Then his mind resolved on the same old tired thought that had popped back into his head over the decades. Thank God and Longinus for getting me out of that Covenant.

Announcing her presence at Court is pretty reasonable, as punishments go. The Lord admitted to himself. "As you command, Alder Prince Antinori." Otto made a point of using the Prince's preferred method of address as he wiped the blood from his lips, only daring to turn away from her once she had made it clear she was no longer interested in him. "I am of the blood of Ventrue, yes." He answered belatedly, nearly forgetting who had asked the question before the Prince had chastised him. It was hard to remain cool after an incident like that, but Otto maintained a thin smile as if nothing happened. It didn't reach his eyes.

The Priest cocked his head slightly on hearing Ms. McIntyre's question, also wondering where the Clan's Priscus was that night. He briefly looked towards Alicia when she announced that she was stepping in as the Daeva Priscus. He stared for a few seconds before returning his gaze to Vincenzo, Mr. Waldorf, and the Haunts.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

“Your Grace, Reeve Ai is an envoy of Prince Warren. Reeve Ai was sent directly to request a meeting. Reeve Ai has stated that there could be cause to involve Reeve Kingsley for her investigative ability as there is an event that may affect your Domain. I shall meet with Reeve Ai presently after Court.”

Jennifer’s Curse asserts itself as her voice sounds as a slithering serpent. Every word that Jennifer speaks holds the irrefutable reminder of the Beast’s twisted Curse upon the Nosferatu. Jennifer believed that it was her place to determine if the business was worthy of the Alder Prince’s time. Jennifer opens the discussion if the Alder Prince wished to state differently. It was possible that the Alder Prince would address this privately and Jennifer made no assumptions about this. The Prince was unique, not like any other. To make presumptions would be unwise.

Jennifer looks to the Reeve Kingsley. The gaze lingers there for another moment. The Nosferatu who was still standing, enduring the weathering in the Domain.
Brown eyes make a circuit around the room. A methodical survey of who stood in Elysium. Her mind churns over years past and trust that has been forged as she thinks of one who should be standing here. Severity etches into her features, her mouth turned into an expression of displeasure.