(2509) Eternal Court

[Seryna]

The Elysium has opened and kindred are welcome to Danse. Do recall the Rules of Elysium

[Otto Schneider]

Originally written by Otto Schneider

It was a rare night for the resident Priest of the Lancea Sanctum. Dressed in his usual suit and tie, this time remembering his gold timepiece, Otto was tapping his foot patiently while he conversed with a few fellow members of his Covenant that were hovering nearby. He was not in a rush, there were no pending administrative obligations, he felt... at peace. Or at least as 'at peace' as the Beast would allow him to feel in a room full of his fellow Kindred, some of whom were plying him for scriptural interpretation. Still, it was comforting to feel as though there no emergencies to contend with for the moment. "I think you're interpreting it a bit too literally." He said mildly in response to a question about who it was appropriate to feed from. The Mekhet looked like she wanted to cut in but he held up a hand before continuing. "I know the verse, 'Yet from the pious followers of the crucified I cannot feed.' Torments, 3:6. However, the Dark Prophet then describes being physically incapable of feeding from them. In my own judgment, you should not take the text to be literally protective of any one faith. True monsters have proclaimed their allegiance to a 'true faith' while righteous souls have be borne by pagans and atheists. Judge your prey by their moral turpitude, not their creed." There were slow nods, but clearly still some discontent. "Friends, tonight we are in Elysium. I will happily continue this discussion with you all under the roof of Moore House, but I would encourage you all to use your time here to pursue certain... secular pursuits." With a few grumblings, the Sanctified Kindred dispersed to mingle with the rest of the Domain. At least they're not blind and unthinking. The Ventrue scanned the room for opportunities to mingle and discuss relevant matters on his own. Practice what you preach.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer pauses at the coat check to turn over a custom linen case that holds something thin and three feet long. Jennifer was wearing an opaque black silk scarf that obscures her neck and one shoulder.
She gracefully removes several long pins from her opaque black scarf and turns over the black scarf and pin case. Jennifer steps into Elysium proper, her ghoul walking one step behind her. The Nosferatu glances about the room for a moment.
Jennifer is wearing a classic A- line ball gown. She wears two rings: a brown diamond and white diamond ring that she has worn in public for many events. The other ring is a delicate ring with an emerald.
Jennifer steps within the room and glanced around for someone to speak with. Jennifer noted the Priscus nearby. She observed him for a moment, noting that he was speaking with kindred who have not risen to gain renown from the Court.
Her dark brown eyes turn as she evaluated the room. The Nosferatu slowly moved towards the Priscus.

[Otto Schneider]

Originally posted by Otto Schneider

Otto felt the Beast lash out, albeit with the muted response he had come to associate with more familiar Kindred. Sure enough, he saw the Seneschal approaching him with her Ghoul in tow. The Priscus bowed in respect to her station and offered a slight nod towards Liam. "Good evening, Seneschal Hazelton. You look lovely as always." His tone was polite and measured and he wore a relaxed smile. "It is another lovely night afforded to us by the Prince's peace." His expression brightened slightly as a thought occurred to him. "Ah, if you have a moment, I wanted to ask you a question relating to... Domain territory. Assuming you are inclined to indulge me outside of office hours, that is." She had approached him first, after all. Despite the reputation of his Clan, the Lord was speaking in a very deferential tone.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

The Seneschal made a nod appropriate for Priscus Schneider's status.

"Good evening, Priscus Schneider." She greeted with a voice that slithered like a snake over dying autumn leaves.
"A question regarding Domain territory could be had." Jennifer looks around the area to see who was in the area to overhear.

"Is this a conversation that requires discretion?" She gives a subtle look to Priscus Schneider. She trusts that he was perceptive to what she was implying.

[Otto Schneider]

Originally posted by Otto Schneider

"Perhaps it would." He replied mildly. "However, there is at least one threshold matter that I believe can be asked in a public forum. That being, in the event that a suitable Kindred wishes to discuss matters of territory, should the issue be raised before the Prince in Elysium directly? Or brought to her attention in private?"

[Alessandra]

Originally written by Alessandra

Voices could be heard coming from the gathering area, and while she had debated remaining in her office, she decided to make an appearance. Gabriel was busy securing some new paintings for her and getting them placed within the Haven, and quite frankly, she needed some entertainment.
Glancing to Cain and then the door, he understood and went to stand by it. He always understood what she wanted.
The door to the office opened onto the private area as the Savage walked out, the Hell Hound walking in front of her.
As dark eyes looked over the room, she saw it was a quieter night, which suited her. A respectful bow of her was offered to Jenn, one the Haunt had certainly earned for her numerous services to the Domain, and the respect Ale had for her. A shallower nod was offered to the Lord, he was a Priscus after all, and earned some small level of respect.
Her Beast takes hold for a moment and makes its anger known at the weakness in the room, wanting their blood and flesh. But it would have neither, and its chain was yanked back and the Beast was placed back in its corner.
Slowly, she walks down the stairs, the Hell Hound at her side, all one hundred and twenty-five pounds of supernatural muscle and hate.
The Italian was casual for the night as approached, “Seneschal Hazelton, good evening,” a smile offered, “Priscus Schneider, good evening to you as well.”

[Otto Schneider]

Originally written by Otto Schneider

The telltale sense of loathing and fear that rolled off of his Beast told Otto that the Prince was around. It wasn't hard to guess that the particularly strong reaction was due to the Gangrel, given how many other Kindred in the room struggled to hide their own reactions as Alessandra entered Elysium. He bowed low to show the appropriate deference to the Prince, and to give himself a moment to compose his expression as she and Cain drew closer. "Your Grace, it is always an honor." It took him a few seconds to consider an appropriate topic, now that the Domain's leader was among them, but the Priest managed to settle on something that he thought might be of some interest to her.

"I am still finalizing the details, Your Grace, but I have decided to make some small investments in art." The majority of the Ventrue's wealth was tied up in various assets, mostly stocks, and so it took some effort to actually move around his resources while maintaining the appropriate degree of secrecy. Nevertheless, through a few calls to distant associates, the Lord was planning to diversify his holdings. "I admit, I do not have an eye trained for true artistic merit. However, I believe that, even if I am trusting the judgment of others, it might allow me to both make profitable investments and support young talents." Though he was obviously still looking to enrich himself, the Prince's genuine interest had inspired him.

[Alessandra]

Originally written by Alessandra

Now this was truly a surprise, but a pleasant one.
A smile appears on her blood red lips as she hears this news, “Now this is a pleasant surprise Priscus Schneider, congratulations.” Her words and tone were honest. “I don’t believe one needs an eye trained for art to get started, after all, we have to start somewhere.” The smile now actually reaching her eyes, “I would love to hear more about your investments if you wish to share them of course. Not everyone wishes to share those.” Chuckling. “But perhaps discuss which artistic pieces caught your eye. Are you more of a painting investor, or maybe sculptors? The world of art is vast.” One could tell the world of art is on of the Savages passions. “We could also setup a meeting if you wish to discuss it.”

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer had glanced at her schedule and become engrossed. The short hand for her various obligations and thoughts of rescheduling had occupied her thoughts.

"Your Grace." Jennifer lowered herself into a perfect curtsey. The Beast that caused one's Beast to quaver could not be ignored. Jennifer notes the outfit that the Alder Prince wore with composed appreciation.

The Nosferatu takes a moment to think about the conversation going on around her.
"Yes, an appreciation for art is welcome."
The Nosferatu's voice slithered like a snake over dying, withered leaves. Brown eyes regard the Alder Prince for a moment.
"If one wishes to share, I have some interest as well."

The Seneschal looks to Priscus Schneider. "I am open to schedule a time for what you had mentioned."