"Aw, my music's not to your taste?" Lockie pouted slightly, looking up at Erich as if he'd broken her heart - but also stepped away from the center of the room, knowing he'd follow. They always came after her.
"Aw, my music's not to your taste?" Lockie pouted slightly, looking up at Erich as if he'd broken her heart - but also stepped away from the center of the room, knowing he'd follow. They always came after her.
The Shark had followed the woman to the side and begun to speak with her in a lower voice, but that changed quickly. Erich steps back from the punk rock Succubus quickly. His velvet voice booming at her as she twirls two drumsticks in her hands. "REMOVE THOSE WEAPONS FROM ELYSIUM AT ONCE!" In the hands of a human, the drumsticks might not pose much of a threat, their blunted ends would leave the average man unable to strike with them deep into the heart of a Kindred. But the strength and speed of The Damned was a completely different story.
Erich's posture shifts, he bends his knee's slightly and his arms held out from his side. His fangs extend as The Shark prepares to defend himself from an attack from the woman.
Erich is full defensive. Storyteller call for Initiatives?
Easier solution, if I may?
There's a faint clatter as the drumsticks are instantly dropped to the ground with a clatter, the Daeva quickly raising her hands and stepping back. "Whoah, whoah, whoah! Dropped!"
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Indeed...a far easier and very sensible solution!However...
There's really nothing quite like shouting about weapons in the Elysian Fields for getting the fullest possible attention of the Mistress Keeper!
Gripping hard at her cane, Martha (who thankfully was watching for mischief) she engages her Celerity, slips her arm from Dillon and begins to hobble and skip over to see what all the fuss is about...
Wide eyed, cane gripped to her chest, she hurries over. Watching for threat.
Just because someone appears to have surrendered doesn't mean the conflict is over. Especially when Kindred are involved.
Martha is en route and attentive...lest this be an elaborate distraction for ambush of additional assault.
The cry of weapons in Court snaps Alec's attention away from his conversation and to the source of the conflict. She brought stakes? Beautiful and stupid. Must be a Daeva.
When Martha then speeds away he almost laughs at the sight of it, almost.
Instead he takes a step away from the Dillon. "Speaking of duty, I'll not keep you from yours, sir." Irony oozes from the muddled speech of the Haunt. If a stranger leaving a room alone was enough to inspire fear, a cry of weapons and the Herald rushing towards it was likely to inspire frenzy in the Deputy. Alec had no intention of being a barrier between Dillon and the raised voices nor did he want to have his name remotely attached to the conundrum. It was his first night. Best not to make it his last.
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Asa had already been watching the newcomer; with Avalon, he was aware of who she was.
Is that four... or five... now? Or... four, again?
Then the yelling begins. As the drumsticks fall, he moves calmly to pick them up.
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With Daniellas senestive ears, it does not take her long to realize where the threat was. The smile on her face was dropped as she quickly made her way over to where the issue was stemming from, on alert, eyes looking for the weapon. Seeing the Prince in attendance of the distubance, Daniellas was on higher alert, his safety came first above all else. Her eyes snap from Erich to the new face, one she had not met, wondering just what in the hell was going on.
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Breaking off from her conversation with Regent Brady, Aοleen looked at the commotion with her usual distant gaze. She couldn't and wouldn't do a thing but observe. As soon as this has ended in a peaceful manner, she intended to leave, but she couldn't do so now. It might be misconstrued as fleeing, and she knew that open display of weakness were best avoided.
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Dillon's response to Mister Terrones would sound downright nonchalant if it weren't for the groan beneath the words... "Indeed. I will have to beg your pardon again, sir."
The groan has turned to a predatory growl by the time the statement is finished, and he strides off after Martha.
Though the growl ceases quickly, Dillon's mood is not improving. It rarely does when the two Kindred who make up the Domain's entire hierarchy hear "danger" and go rushing toward it headfirst.
Well, that's slightly incorrect. Asa never appeared to rush for anything.
Moving silently past Martha wherever she stops, the Gangrel urges Erich Passions aside and further away from the altercation as he passes, wielding a surprisingly gentle touch. It is for the man's protection. As much as he wanted to throw the fellow through the ceiling once, he isn't petty enough to fantasize about doing so now.
Lockie
Even though the attention-grabber stepped back, Dillon raises an open hand to gesture for calm, and for her to take another step or two of retreat. She is still too close to the Prince, moving to pick up what she dropped.
Not to insult his Majesty; Dillon doesn't care how thin the new woman's blood feels. He doesn't imagine the assassin that tried to once detonate in front of Martha felt very powerful at the time, either.
What a night this is turning out to be.
-2 Vitae forGangrel Blast ShieldVigor and Resilience
Dillon's gentle touch does a lot to shake Erich from his instinctual fear. Despite the danger he saw, he can't help but fell embarrassed by his outburst in the Elysium. He takes a few cautious steps back, making room for the more than capable Deputy.
The Shark takes a moment to adjust his tie and smooth out the front of his suit. Silently praying that the punishment for his outburst will be tempered by the fact he was raising an alarm to a possible danger within the Elysium. Such a reaction was out of character for the typically calm and unflinching Shark. However, his experience with stakes, especially improvised ones, was not pleasant nor something he'd ever forget.
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