(2504)Eternal Court

[Alessandra]

Eternal Court

The Nox Populi is an upscale experience that will take Sacramento nightlife to a whole new level.

In the heart of downtown Sacramento there is a place of intrigue, excitement and entertainment. The modern flare of this venue is host to exclusive parties. The seduction of this establishment may take you away as you drink, dance and socialize. There are private services available upon request. The best DJ’s in town are in line to play a wide variety of music. Some of you may dine…as long as you have your VIP pass.

However the Kindred arrive they are discreetly met and led to the back of the club. The space downstairs is decorated in dark, rich woods and expensive furniture. There's a coat room that will also hold one's 'unmentionables'; namely, weapons, at the foot of the stairs. There are also private areas, dark, and furnished with soft couches, as well as meeting rooms with conference tables and chairs, and an area with several televisions. The Court area is decorated with long black and brown silken drapes cascading from floor to ceiling. Draped in elegant bunches and gathered into valances across door frames and between supporting pillars; the lighting is intentionally low, but without the pulse of the music from above, the place has the feel of a sepulchre.

The common area circles the Court proper, and it becomes apparent that this is not decorated for a single evening. Small symbols note areas for Kindred only that branch off of the Commons, which will be necessary once those Kine privileged enough to see behind the Masquerade filter in: ghouls, herd members, or even devotees. The furniture setting is familiar now: a set of elegant chairs, all dark wood and red leather, arranged in a circle. The baroque lighting leaves the corners of the Elysium commons in deep shadow.

Another evening; another Danse. For some it will their first, for some it shall be their last. After all, this is the Prince's Elysium, and subject to the Laws of the Domain.

Eternal Court is open once more...

Please remember that Predator's Taint is in effect and role-play is expected, or rolls will be asked for!

This is a great place to get Acknowledged

Eternal Court is not a singular event. Always open and in constant motion, a compression of the comings and goings of Kindred within Elysium throughout the nights. As such, Eternal Court is also never truly empty; this can include 'faceless masses' of Kindred beneath notice, ghouls, herd members, devotees, or even officials in their offices.

[Alicia Silvers]

Stepping through the gates to once more get led to the back, a by now all to familiar routine as she descends the stairs dressed in red and silver, walking upon concealed heels, dark and red nails tracing over a silver choker and up through tonight's simpler styled raven black hair.

Purple eyes paired with red eye shadow looking out over the venue of the night as she skips by the coat check, a light lick of her painstakingly painted red lips before heeding towards the center. Glancing around the silent masses as the scent of vanilla and roses dances around her in a soft gentle fragrance. Surprised to seem to be the first of note to arrive upon this night.

Taking up her trusted füm mod for a soft inhale before whisking it away once more. Let´s see what fate has in store for this night.

[Aletheia Thistle]

Aletheia arrived, silent as death in a simple, if antiquated dress. It seemed fitting to arrive in the fashion with which she was most comfortable and, true to her role as an Inquisitor of the Lancea et Sanctum, she opted for black, should members of the priesthood opt to wear the colors befitting their own ranks.

The dress had significant length, with only her ankles and feet left exposed to reveal the heeled boots the willowy Haunt had chosen for the occasion. The ensemble was finished by a face left bare, for Aletheia's upbringing had not included the luxury of cosmetics and even in these nights she was unaccustomed to the practice. Finally, her ashen blonde hair was pulled back in a tight bun.

Aletheia made her way through the nameless throng of lesser kindred, her Beast snarling for the Hunt as she moved past most, granting the Nosferatu a sense of satisfaction even as she wrestled her darker self back into its cage.

A look was all it took to ascertain the Haunt's clan. Though bereft of deformity, the dead, still gaze of Aletheia betrayed the Curse of Nosferatu, causing unease in some who dared to meet it as she drifted past.

Eventually, Sacramento's newest Kindred settled on the periphery, though she had noticed Alicia (How could she not?). Far from a new pup, Aletheia remained aware of her surroundings enough to note that many among the nameless appeared to bow their heads to the Daeva and so she followed suit. However, the Nosferatu did not approach, as she did not know this Kindred, and her dead gaze returned to the crowd to look for Kindred bearing the description of Priest Schneider or Legate Vincenzo, as well as her clan's Priscus.

[Seryna]

Legate Vincenzo was presently walking away from the coat check and stepping deeper into Court. He appeared to be deep in thought. His rough hands were clenching and unclenching at his sides.
Court appears to be lightly attended tonight.

[Alessandra]

Last month had been one of those months where staying in her office had proven to be more entertaining then entering Court proper. And sometimes you just felt like doing paper work and not playing babysitter.

But go unseen for too long and people think they can run amok in your Domain.

Hence the office door opening, Gabriel stepping out, followed by Cain. Now Cain was not your typical dog. No, Cain was a Hell Hound, one hundred and twenty-five pounds of supernatural muscle and hate, only caring for one Kindred, Ale. Walking behind Cain was Ale, who stopped at the couple of stairs leading down into Court proper, looking over who was present.

Cain stood slightly in front of her, watching, waiting. The Savage allows the weakness to brush against her, her own Beast demanding the flesh of those weaklings in her presence. But not tonight, as she pulls the chains tight.

Tonight, she wore an off-white dress that showcased her numerous tattoos on not only her arms, but legs as well, her lips a blood red.

The dark eyes of the Italian make note of the new Kindred, but that was it. They come and go so often now. For now, she was content where she was, not within speaking distance.

[Otto Schneider]

On this particular night at court, Reverend Schneider had opted for a black suit and tie as well as matching dress shoes, eschewing even the meager smattering of color that his usual navy jacket provided. The only part of his outfit that stood against the black and white was the small pin on his breast pocket bearing the insignia of his Covenant. The Priest confidently strode past the coat check, offering a nod to the staff that were by now familiar with his habit of keeping his suit jacket on at all times. The Ventrue Priscus strode into Court and saw several familiar Kindred he would attempt to address in turn, but he worked his way directly towards the Prince, sparing only appropriate nods and bows as he passed recognizable faces.

His eyes were downcast as he approached the Gangrel Prince, his Beast thoroughly agitated but well-familiar with the overwhelming presence of the Domain's apex predator. "Good evening, Your Grace." The Lord's voice was even but a few decibels quieter than the surrounding conversation. Otto knew that he was still audible to anyone who cared to hear him, but he was more concerned with making it clear to the Prince that he wasn't trying to be disrespectful by walking straight up to her for casual conversation. "When we last met at Court, you graciously assigned me the task of introducing you by your proper titles to the Domain as penance for my misdeeds. It is my intention to satisfy your request, now." His eyes flitted between the Gangrel and Cain. It was difficult to tell whether the Priest was more afraid of the Prince or her hellhound, though he maintained his composure.

Summoning up as much willpower as he dared, the Priest projected his voice in an attempt to capture the attention of every Kindred within earshot. "Your attention, please. Tonight, we are blessed with the presence of a Kindred of unparalleled excellence. It is my great honor to announce Her Grace, the Alder Prince Alessandra Antinori." Less than a minute after finishing his announcement, the Lord started a steady applause while casting a stern gaze over the Court, determined to cow as many lesser Kindred into joining the ovation. Intermittently, Otto's eyes shifted back to the Prince to see if he had somehow invoked her ire yet again. And if I have, what then? She'll vivisect me for all to see?

OOC: I was going to add in a roll to attempt to get the Court's attention, but I wasn't sure if I had the appropriate dice pool (I was going to go with Pres + Social) and figured that I shouldn't risk holding up the scene.

[Aletheia Thistle]

Aletheia made not of Vincenzo's entry, allowing the Sanctified Lord a moment before she approached.

Bowing her head with respect as she reached his environs, the dead-eyed Haunt spoke.

"Good evening, Legate Vincenzo," she offered, her voice still and calm, "I am Sister Aletheia Thistle, an Inquisitor of the Lancea et Sanctum."

Before she could continue, the rare pang of fear rang deep within as her Beast struggled against its change. Looking to the source, Aletheia made note of the raven black hair, tattoos, and, of course, the Hell Hound. Thistle knew of this Beast of Beasts, for her description had been relayed by the elders of New York, but the proclamation of Priest Schneider confirmed it. This was none other than Alessandra Antinori, the Elder who claimed the title of Prince in this Domain.

Respect was due and would be given.

The willowy Nosferatu dropped into a deep curtsy, head bowed deep with reverence, as was expected for one of Alessandra's station. Holding it for some moments, Aletheia would right her form when she heard others around her do the same. A brief glance and a bowed head is offered to Otto, his pronouncement showing he was likely an Acknowledged Kindred himself. His description also matched what she had been coached to expect of Priest Schneider. Thus, the Nosferatu made a mental note to make her way to him at some point when his duties to the Prince were considered satisfied.

Only when a few moments had passed for the Prince to properly assess her subjects did Aletheia return her attention to the Legate, offering a slight smile below her still, eerie eyes.

"It was my hope we would cross paths, but I admit I did not expect it so soon after my arrival," she said, "The Seneschal spoke of your frequent travels during my Acknowledgement. I felt it important to meet, given our shared purpose in service to the Lord."

[Seryna]

"I do not have the ability to remain in the Domain.

I shall make it a priority to be present for the Formal Courts.

Am I the first to welcome you to the Domain of the Alder Prince Alessandra?"
The Legate inquired.

[Helen Kingsley]

Helen arrives at Elysium in the blue dress she always wears at court and, also as always, she enters without checking in anything. As usual she remains at the door for a bit to centerr on what is about to hit once she gets in. Not that its more than a psychological crutch, but some rituals do help from time to time...

As is, the familiar but still unblunted wave of irritation and fear hits her as soon as she enters. Maybe if there were less folks she knows better that would diminish ? Anyway... Hm, not many people of note to be seen. There's the Lancea guy who keeps turning up for whatever reason, maybe just to annoy her. Anyway...Helen curtsies deeply to the Prince, a bit shallower to Jennifer and gives a nod of acknowledgement to the Priscii present as she closes in on the people. Looks like the fun part is already over. Hm.

"Evening, everyone." Mostly addressing the Priscii. And the new person that looks like someone force-evicted the peeps from the little house on the prairie."How are things ?"

[Alicia Silvers]

Eyes noting the newcomer with a curious look, but remaining standing still, feeling that all to familiar sensation birthed by this place, the roar of her beast towards a stronger predator. Letting the mental images of chains shooting out to envelop it shoot forth to pull it back down, waiting for it to be fully calm before letting out a breath of relief.

About to move over towards the new arrival, to greet her welcome only to find herself stopping, the unmistakable sensation of the fiercest of predators all to strong to ignore as she turns toward the prince and falls down in a deep curtsy with her head held low in a sign of respect, holding it for an extended moment allowing Otto to make the presentation in full before slowly getting back up into a standing position. Bowing her head towards Otto in accordance with his status but not approaching him.

Moving in towards the new arrival and Vincenzo with a bow of her head to each of them in accordance with their status.
"I hope I am not interrupting a private discussion?" Looking between the two for a brief moment. "It is nice to see someone new starting to set their roots within the domain, a pleasure to make your acquaintance Ms.Thistle."

A rapid spin around with looks to the Reeve, and offering a light curtsy along with its appropriated bow of the head the woman´s status demanded.
"Good evening Reeve Kingsley, domain affairs keeps me busy. And the rising concern of current matters is certainly pressing otherwise I have nothing worth mentioning." The new ID controls were certainly not pleasant. "I trust all is well with you?"