Halloween 2012: The Reverence

[Swift]

Skaald quirks an eyebrow at the odd figure, still not certain what to make of it. "It means 'Good Winternights', or close enough. I....thank you?" His voice is skeptical and his stare remains intense and direct, not glancing at anyone else in the bar for now. His thoughts can't help but drift to the thing he glimpsed in Shadow at the Casino. What is this thing? Best not take my eyes off it yet. Besides, if something nasty shows up the rest have got my back.

"Your costume is.....confusing. What are you?" That was the most polite way he could put it. Something about the figure rubbed him the wrong way, and that costume was registering somewhere between creepy and offensive on his personal scale. Creepy would be fine by itself, but the entire thing just wigged him out.

Skaald continued to loom and bear his teeth, his arms relaxed at his sides. To most in the bar it would look like he was smiling and open to conversation. Those that knew better would recognize the tension in him and the bearing of teeth as a sign that the Norseman was far from comfortable.

[Perry diCarto]

Still smiling, Perry nodded to L'aire's plan about getting away from the door. "Sounds good!" He caught her look of non-abandonment and inclusion, and appreciated it. Not that he minded giving her and her warrior God space or anything -- there were always plenty of pretty men at these things -- but diCarto was honestly interested in who this man was who seemed to have caught the Winter Courtier's fancy. To not get the chance to get to know him would be a shame.

"War Gods, eh? Sounds like a fun costume to put together." He followed John's indication over at his buddies, looking to see their costumes as well. Apparently he had come with the boys tonight. Good by me! He moved further into the club with them when they moved; the door area really wasn't preferable. People bumped into you there.

Looking to L'aire, he had a positive, interested look on his face when John invited them to sit. He was the wingman tonight, though, so it was up to the Dancer how she wanted to play it.

[Dale Hunt]

Dale chuckled in response to Digger's words. "You've got a good point," he said, taking a long swig from his beer. "You know, maybe I will ask her..." he let his words trail off as he nodded in the direction of Chap, his lady and her friend heading in their direction.

"I guess Chap is coming over to claim his beer," said the Rahu, letting out another chuckle.

[John Holt]

"Well," John began, looking to Perry with a natural smile as they made their way over, "I did recommend a Four Horseman theme but we all wanted to be War," he chuckled. "Also, no-one wanted to be Pestilence or Famine."

"Yes, Dale's the big guy there speaking with Digger. Don't worry, he just looks tough but deep down he's a pussycat. Collects Barbies, or so I've heard," the chaplain chuckled, grinning somewhat mischievously to Sasha and Perry. As they reached the table, John introduced everyone.

"Guys, this is Sasha and Perry. Sasha, Perry, this is Digger and Dale," he said, introducing both of his brothers from the motorcycle club. Looking slightly confused, the Ithaeur asked them both, "Where's Skaald?"

[Chris Wooding]

'Oh yes, the world is getting smaller!' Chris replies with a grin. 'Globalization, you can cross the ocean without a single sunbeam, not to mention "the internet".' It almost sounds as something scary.

Actually, I am kinda frightened by the increasing possibilities nowadays.

'No, nothing unexpected.' After he became Priscus. 'Although, admittedly I haven't really had the chance yet to get in any trouble.' He thinks for a moment. A light goes on between his brains. Then he wants to facepalm very badly... 'That is, my social skills seem somewhat troubled at the moment. I would almost forget to congratulate you with your recent promotion as well, Miss Maskelyne!'

And so two Clan Prisci find each other among sheep.

'I hope same can be said, that things have been going well?' Chris sounds most sincere, also in an attempt to move the conversation beyond the point of his minor faux pas.

[Dillon Connery]

The Princess Haydee
Presence •••• (Calmly Regal), Striking Looks •• (Ethereal Beauty)

The dressing up had taken time. A lot of time. But Martha felt it was worth it. Donning this costume was more than simply dressing up. Masks, she knew, often has a deeper meaning and she wanted to learn from the experience.

Without her cane, Martha hobbled unsteadily alongside Dillon... taking care to place each limping step. Obviously excited she coos and looks around at the various costumes in between blinking at the lights and noise of the club. Martha had taken every bit as much care as Dillon with the costume: elaborate cosmetics...the choker and ornaments...her long hair is now neatly styled; an unusual shade of vivid green and held in place by several moon mounted hairpins. Martha's long courtly kimono style silken gown has intricate patterns of vivid color in galactic patterns. Its sleeves extending over her tiny hands...whether this merely a cute affectation, or typical of higher status ladies, it is hard to say.

Wide eyed and sans her spectacles she is even more excitedly attentive to her surroundings. Staying close to Dillon, she often smiles at him and nods in graceful, timid and humble greeting to those whom she spots looking her way.

The Count of Monte Cristo
Presence ••• (Icy Charm), Striking Looks •• (That Handsome Devil)

Dillon stays just behind and to the right of Martha as they make their way in, more concerned with remembering his character than gawking at the other fantastic costumes. He had to remind himself to admire everything at the Count would, for that is all part of the game.

The costume helps a great deal. Jet black, and broken up here and there by rich, vibrant patterns... in many ways the perfect dark counterpart to Martha's kimono style. Colored contact lenses simulate heterochromia, and pale blue paint airbrushed to his face and risks make the Gangrel look almost alien. Ironically, Monte Cristo's hatred and lust for vengeance drove away all positive emotion, and left a cold-hearted creature that many other characters compared to a vampire. The Japanese Anime adaptation, Gankutsuou, is a little more literal about this. Nevertheless, Dillon has always felt a great empathy for the character.

Making a quiet decision upon witnessing Martha's hobble, Dillon passes his golden scepter over her shoulder to use as an impromptu cane. He removes his top hat to shield his mouth, as his chin dips low to gently warn her not to use it unless she absolutely has to.

At that moment

[Ciara Maskelyne]

*Ciara nods her head in agreement with Chris.* It is amazing. When I had to return to England last year, it as a much easier trip. Though I do regret never having a chance to ride the Concord.

*The tall Venture simply smiles softly, waving a slim hand to dismiss Chris's concerns.* Thank nothing of it. To be honest, I'm getting used to the new titles myself.

And yes, thank you; everything has been going well so far. A few surprises, but none unexpected... *At least nothing public. If the Ventrue were masters of anything, it was the cloak and dagger form of politics.*

So, I see you're an aficionado of action films. Does the Matrix hold any personal signifigance to you, Mr Wooding? Or do you just like dressing up in leather? *Ciara's smile takes on a slightly teasing tone; the Venture obviously playful tonight.*