(1703) Gallery Formal Court

[Twist]

The smile that crept across her face showed that Twist knew all too well how terrible she was and had no qualms about it.

She wrinkled her nose, her smile twisting at the question. "I believe we own a piece that would be more recent than..." she waved a hand dismissively toward the center of the room. It was a small piece that she referred too, not a picture but rather a small container filled with a handful or two of fine gray ash.

Her hand dropped slowly as Asa talked over her? From elsewhere in the room? Catching on quickly enough with a look, she watched the conversation unfold before answering Asa. The nod of affirmation to his question turning her stance back to face him.

"I did. The conversation was interesting. I was not expecting it to involve certain topics. Had I been told in advance- I would have laughed," she pauses and then grins, "I did laugh."

"It will be interesting to see how the domain progresses with her as Seneschal I think. She mused quietly considering Alice and the last few kindred who had held the vaunted position.

Following Asa 's cue on whether to continue their slow meandering or come to a stop as Dominic Ashton approached, she let her eyes wander to take in his appearance. If her Beast used the visual evaluation to project images of tearing each newly scanned portion of his body to shreds, she didn't let it show through force of will.

Accepting the greeting with a slight lowering of her head she remained quiet. Anderstoi? She wondered if that was a bloodline since he didn't offer a clan affiliation. Nor a covenant either. She wondered if it was because he had none or if the omission was deliberate given his smooth recitation of his history.

[Hugh Everwood]

"Night seems to be going swell, got nothing that would say otherwise. Had yourself some fun with your science?" Jesse replied to Jacob with a grin, saying 'science' like some might be when talking about voodoo. Did go and glance between Alessandra and Jacob since the matter of the evidence came up.

Still had to go take a gander at the 301 territory, too. Reeve's probably just busy.

Jesse might have gone applauded Bea not rising to no bait, but that would be kind of crass. He also was a little distracted by Alice's impression of their Prince. Fancy trick, that. Might go be useful in some events.

Seeing newcomers from the corner of his eyes, Jesse glanced over — his Beast giving the usual hissing fit within his mind at the two Beasts entering the Court. First fella was a stranger, the second made Jesse roll his eyes and look away again.

He had enough Stax dealings for this lifetime.

"Been a while, Madame Reeve," he agreed, deciding to ignore Stax. Guy probably had been invited here. "Can't go and complain any about how I've been doing. Sacramento's keeping me mighty busy." He chuckled. "Wouldn't have it any other way. Ain't one for boredom. Having yourself busy nights?"

[Alice Hart]

Alice knew she painted Bea into a corner. The Daeva couldn't do anything but give the strained, polite words she had, well she could have continued to be rude and belligerent, but that meant Death, and Alice knew that the survival instinct of kindred was something imminence in it's strength.

Alice hears the Daeva's steady treads move away, and the pathetic press of her Beast following the sound.

Alice wondered what the Daeva's next move would be.

Hearing a growing familiar cadence, Alice gives a too-wide-too-fake smile, "Always a pleasure Mister Jones. My evening's fared well." to reply with anything else would be bad, and undercut the statement she just made. "Cigarette?" Alice asks, confused as to why the Shadows were speaking about information about a cigarette. The Wraith tugs once more. Twisting, it's fangs bared at the presence of new, hapless creatures. High off the social victory over the rude Daeva, it's hissing was harder to resist. The Haunt wanted to prove herself, continue to show her strength, and ending mewling things would prove without a doubt she was stronger then them.

Alice didn't give in, she continued to smile her fake smile and listened to the conversations that flower around her.

Ale's soft words cause Alice to nod. "Mister Strax was is? I haven't spoken with him yet, and I don't know if His or Her Grace have spoken with him either." Alice knows, that she's who normally stands between the Prince and the masses, after quietly asking Ale for a description of the man, Alice has Lyssa help navigate her to the right mewling monster in question. "Good evening, Mister Strax. I am Seneschal Hart, have you been enjoying your time in Sacramento?"

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[Asa]

"Good evening, Mr. Ashton," Asa answered. He inspected his cousin visually, also noting the lack of affiliation.

Unlike Twist, he knew the Stalwarts. His years in New York had found himself in the company of them on any number of occasions, sometimes witnessing their Hunts. One of the youngest Lines he knew of, and just beginning to spread when he'd left Sacramento.

It said interesting things about Dominic Ashton.

"And I thank you. If the Seneschal welcomed you because of my absence, I apologize. How was Chicago when you left it?"

[White]

"Not to much to say, we can discuss it over the phone if you'd like." Other than the name, and some conjecture, there wasn't much to add.

"Always," he gave Jesse a wicked grin. "The streets are getting riled up, so we're trying to calm them down. It's related to the investigation." He offered the simple explanation to Alice. He didn't know anything about this Strax character, so he wouldn't get involved.

"How are things going on your end?" He raised an eyebrow to the Reeve and Jesse.

[Yumyumcrow]

The lean Ventrue watches the pair of women as they approach with a mix of sullen curiosity and apprehension. When the Seneschal makes her introduction, Stax assumes an attentive posture and his face assumes a pleasant mask (not that Alice could see it). He slips his hands from his pockets and places them behind his back where they unclench and relax - an action that betrays the relief from the relentless pressure of the Court.

Alice, at least, senses the shift in Marvyn Stax's Beast in the presence of her Obfuscation.

"Good evening Seneschal Hart... I see you know of me already. I take it you have been appraised of my... particular... situation?"

A pause. A shift on his feet, easily deduced by the Haunt Seneschal.

"Yes. For the most part. I have only recently completed my move from the Bay. I thought it best that I ensure I had Acknowledgement. Is that your role, may I ask? Or perhaps you could direct me to the Succubus Priscus?"

Smooth as silk. The player let his voice gently trail off while he waited for a reply.

He had mentioned nothing of why he had moved from the Bay.