(1108) Official Court

[Joseph Hartman]

Joseph returns the bow, only deeper. "Good evening as well Mr. Heinz, thank you again for helping me return. It is good to be back." He smiles at the last bit. Awake and this was better than that sleep.

Joseph glances at some new arrivals as his beast pulls him. "Hmm....O" He looks back at Mykel and gives him a respectful nod of the head. "Congratulations on your appointment, I can't remember if it happened before or during my sleep but I know I have not congratulated you on it."

[Max Heinz]

Max and Joe continued here.

[Daniella Sage]

Daniella smiles and gives a respectful bow to Ms. Donovan. "I am well, thank you for asking. And how are you? I do have to say that is a lovely dess, I love the color." Her smile warm and her tone honest.

[David Silver]

David looks over at Sidor. He had seen the man around, but had yet to actually meet him. After all, the last time he introduced himself to someone it had ended up being the bishop.
Speaking of, where is the bishop?
After the procession has passed, he walks up to Sidor, "Good evening. I have seen you around, but have yet to catch your name. David Silver, Hierophant of the Circle of the Crone." He says politely, offering a handshake.

[Dean]

6 Empathy Sux

Amelita Cardoso rolls 9 to Wits+Empathy (10 Again) 10, 10, 1, 7, 1, 2, 10, 3, 5, 10, 3, 10, 10, 4, 7 6 successes

Amelita picks up on Conner's disapproval, sees past it and decides there's something else darkening his mood. The Shadow wanders off a short distance and sits alone. Her eyes wander over Heinz and Hartman while she listens in idly on Conner.

ST Note: Resistance was rolled by Conner and results determined via PM

[Asa]

Asa watched as more Kindred filtered in, raising an eyebrow at the presence of some and absence of others. He traded a look with Twist as they dispersed into various conversations before turning to Martha and indicating the Reeve.

"Miss Villiers, did you and Reeve Heinz have the opportunity to settle on a replacement for Flores?"

The question was tinged with curiosity, for both the answer and whether they'd found time on such short notice.

Martha and Asa continue here...

[Sarah LaFleur]

If she could sigh without feeling silly, she more than likely would have. Almost three months in Southern California, Arizona, New Mexico and Northern Mexico and every single answer she found only opened a door to more questions, questions about who her Sire was, why he had embraced her, why she felt the a certain pull of the blood inside her, how its whispers carried over to her daysleep and invaded her mind with strange ideas. She had asked herself if it was normal, if other Kindred experienced such oddly terrifying and beautiful thoughts, but well girl nobody's written the Complete Idiot's Guide to Being Kindred yet so those answers, like so many others, would just have to wait for now.

Now the most pressing question on her mind right now was "Why?". Why had she come back here to Sacramento? She needed to collect more information about her Sire and the legacy he'd left and he had spent part of his Requiem here, he'd even embraced her in this town decades ago. She'd be a frightened childe back then, hiding among the kine, playing with them in order to avoid the Iron Rule of an unjust and insane Prince and political games of those who would eventually depose him. She'd left the city, vowing never to return and yet she had. Twice now. Why?

Well that answer was rather easy. The Succubi had been able to experience a bit of peace in the city and even came close to developing relationships ... friendships even ... with others of her kind. So when she needed to regroup, to collect her thoughts and think ... it had been an easy choice.

Thus Sarah LaFleur had slipped into a interesting and sensual black dress and made her way to the club where she had once shown two friends the seductive joys of Jazz as they brainstormed ideas together. The blond Daeva feels the touch of fear that she always felt when approaching a Kindred gathering but it was mixed with a desire ... no a lust ... that drove her black high heels forward.

Sarah