(2512) Formal Court

[Seryna]

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.

Formal Court has now begun...
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


You now have 1 Week to enter Court before the Doors Close.

Formal Court a specific event. Announced to the Domain, you are expected to attend or you will find your Acknowledgement revoked. After 1 Week, the doors to Court close (no new entries into the thread). Once you have left Court, you are not permitted to return. Court is 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 doors with false life flushing through her veins, accepting the familiar guidance towards the back as thoughts of the past months swirls through her mind. The inability to get in contact with the ones she desperately had needed to get ahold of, the moments of being distraught far to often due to it, having halted her studies as well as her social endeavors far to often and now starting to boil over. Avoiding the coat rooms, the red sequin dress not having offered much warmth but at least she only walked a short distance between car doors to enter and not like she was the first to endure the cold for style, or like it was a bother beyond what people might think.
Walking through the room on dark heeled lace heels, adjusting her forearm sleeves as red eye shadowed eyes, with blue color contacts paired with that dreadful red lipstick scans the room, offering a nod to the ones in presence in accordance to their status. Feeling her by now almost classic raven dark hair style tickle against her back, being careful to not entangle it with the silver rose earrings.

Walking over to find herself a proper spot and keeping her eyes out for who would be in attendance tonight.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer stepped into Court with a calm demeanor. The brunette strode to the coat check and checked in a long item in a custom shoulder carryall that appeared to be about three feet long. Liam, a dark haired man dressed in a tailored, reinforced suit, checked in a small black locked case beside her. Possessing a lady - like composure, the Nosferatu moves into Formal Court proper. The ghoul unobtrusively moves to stand by the wall.

The Seneschal is Blushed, stolen Blood giving her skin a human - like appearance. The Priscus of the Nosferatu is wearing a formal gown in rich green. It was designed from a runway fashion from 2015. Jennifer's dark brown hair is styled into a simple high French twist. The Baroness wears two rings that she is seldom seen without: the green emerald ring and the chocolate diamond and white diamond ring. An emerald bracelet that attentive Kindred may recognize matches one that another Nosferatu has been seeing is worn on her left wrist.
Jennifer looks around the room for a moment. Dark brown eyes light upon the Daeva Priscus. The Seneschal gives the dark haaired bewitching beauty a nod befitting the status that Priscus Silvers has earned in the Domain.

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[Seryna]

Ms. Stacey Clark wore a rose-colored calf length gown with 3/4 length sleeves; her blonde hair swept into a high bun. The style is far from the usual elaborate hairstyle. Her fair light skin was carefully made up with peach lipstick and light brown eyeshadow, bringing out her blue eyes. Her Beast is cloaked. She wears a gold chain bracelet. The Daeva looks despondent and drifts into the room, giving an appropriate bow of her body towards Seneschal Hazelton and a deep nod to Priscus Silvers. Rebecca McIntyre and Anthony Hoyle, who were sitting in opposite areas of Elysium, rise to pay appropriate respects towards the Seneschal and Daeva Priscus with a bow and nod apiece. The rest of the room seemed dark and quiet, the kindred who normally scheme are elsewhere.
Kindred judge one another by how they embrace the Kindred culture. The open display of emotion, such as distress and emotional displays of fear, were judged harshly. Some kindred would delight in having the Kindred who behave with emotion to face criticism, such as using the Cacophony to do so. The Daeva Ms. Clarke openly wears her despondent emotional state.

[Otto Schneider]

Reverend Otto Schneider strolled through the halls of the club with an ease that seemed at odds with his attire. He had opted for a 'vintage' look that evening, with a loose-fitting suit that likely made him look out-of-touch. In truth, he had drawn some odd looks as he passed the kine on his way to Elysium. None had made any audible comments when he fixed them with a stare. His breast pocket bore his pin declaring his allegiance to the Sanctum. He firmly but politely refused to surrender his coat at the door, half-suspecting that the staff had come to expect it as usual.

The sickening impulses of the Beast assailed him as he joined the presence of his fellow Kindred at Court. Recently, it had been urging him to aggression rather than cowardice as his own Vitae grew more potent. He wasn't quite sure if it was an improvement. Though he thought it was a decadent use of blood, his pulse was quickened to restore some natural color to his face. Otto didn't care to put on airs of looking human when he was amongst Kindred, but it was probably the polite thing to do at Court. Most other attendees were given shallow nods of acknowledgement. He instead favored the Seneschal and the Daeva Priscus with a bow and deep inclination of the head appropriate to their respective social standing.

The Priest was about to search out a few members of his congregation when his attention was arrested by the sight of Stacey Clark. A faint snarl passed his features before he resolved his features into a neutral expression. The Ventrue Priscus managed to force his way past the lesser Kindred to approach Alicia. "Good evening." He greeted in a tone that was a little firmer than usual. "Do you know her, Priscus Silvers?" Otto jerked his head in Ms. Clark's direction. She certainly isn't a Lord.

[Alicia Silvers]

Offering a light curtsy along with the appropriate bowing of her head towards the Seneschal, making sure to keep the position long enough to be clearly displayed before rising back up.

Taking just a moment longer than what she would have liked to put on a light smile towards the Lord, bowing her head in accordance with his status as her harmonious sweet-toned voice fills the air between them.
"Good evening, Priscus Schneider." Eyes drawn over towards her fellow Daeva, careful to not display neither the sense of relief of seeing her in presence this night nor the annoyance at the shameful display again. She had been distraught herself but at least she made certain to not show that openly, leaving it at the door. "I do, and would reckon my attention is needed there at the moment." Offering him another bow of the head in accordance with his status as she walks over towards her cousin.

Making certain to return the bows of the head towards Ms.Mckintyre along with Mr.Hoyle as she makes her way over. Of course the same one. Stepping in close towards her cousin, using the bow of the head as a chance to lean in closer to deliver a stern whisper towards the woman.
"I expect you to seek me out in private, post haste. But first change that demeanor this instant." Rising back up with a feigned smile accompanied with a brief moment of a stern look aimed at her before shifting to a more neutral one. How hard was it to keep a proper appearance on nights like these.

[Alessandra]

The Savage Prince stepped into Court, her Hell Hound at her side, her human Ghoul standing at the door to her office behind her.

Dark eyes scan the room as she walks to the edge of the stairs. Her Beast makes its displeasure known at the weakness it was feeling. A quick tug on its chain placed it back in its place, there was no need for such behavior.

Her dress for the night was yet another she had made, it fit her perfectly. Dark hair was style in a low updo, her lips were a deep blood red and she wore no other makeup. She made no effort to hide her ink nor blush.

A respectful bow of her head was offered to Jennifer Hazelton , one befitting her station within the Domain, she had earned her respect and respect would be shown. Another nod of respect to Otto Schneider , she was rather growing fond of the Priscus, his presence pleasant. A nod given to the Daeva Priscus, for she was a Priscus after all. But dark eyes linger on her and the attempt at a whisper, for this was Elysia, there was no privacy here, and eyes narrow as her blood red lips set in a line. What was it with Daeva’s since Twist left?

The thought of descending the stairs comes to mind, but she dismisses it for now. The night was young after all.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

The dark haired Nosferatu turned her whole body as a Phenomenon spread over her animated corpse. That is a true description of what it feels when a Beast reacts to a predator of such strength. It simply does not happen without a very impressive accompaniment of feelings from one's Beast. Jennifer folded her body into a respectful curtsy to the Alder Prince. The Seneschal holds the position, bent in respect, for a long beat. The Alder Prince deserves every recognition and respect.

Jennifer rose to her standing position with lady like grace and composure. A small nod, a personal gesture, was given to the Alder Prince. Ale would know what she meant. The Alder holds herself apart from the masses and her Court, which was her right.

Jennifer turned her attention to those immediately near her.
A deep nod of respect for a recognized member of the Domain was given to Priscus Schneider. Her Beast gives a snarl to his Beast, her own ringing out across the night.
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Dark brown eyes move to the Daeva, who was known with her coterie members. Turning her head left and right, she notes that none of the coterie was present. Unusual.