(1808) A Quiet Court
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Mable gave Vivian a warm smile. "Oh! Seneschal, no apologies. I truly don't mind. I wanted to speak to you for just a brief moment to offer my services if you ever need someone as an extra pair of hands or what not."
'Well, that came out kinda weird.' Mable thought to herself.
"Priscus Taft, a pleasure." She gave him a quick nod as he drifts off to talk with Lina.
Davis was running late. On top of that, his journey to Court was not without incident. Curiosity had overcome him and he wondered if there were an underground means of reaching the Nox. After hours of going in circles and a busted main nearly washing him down the river, a soggy Colonel crawled out somewhere inside of Capital Park. He was close.
Close only counts in horseshoes and exploding rock. He thought.
The bouncer was hesitant to let Davis in but did anyway.
Splish, splosh, splish, splosh. Each step Davis made was highlighted by a wet sponge sound. Davis pauses at the bottom of the stairs, water pouring down the brim of his hat forming a pool in the floor. He steps toward the coat check. Surrendering his drenched duster and hat, he hands the soggy garments to the attendant, revealing his knightly badge of office.
Taken a step toward the gathered kindred, his beast alerts him to the dangers ahead. While he prepares to enter the lions den as a drowned rat, the coat check attendant screams as an actual rat scurries out of Davis's discarded duster.
Davis had interrupted what Rebecca believed would have been a pleasant and informative discussion with the Hierophant of the Crone. Rebecca was not Harpy. She was not Keeper of Elysium. Maybe she was stepping out of line and she would have to seek the Prince's forgiveness, but what Davis was doing was down right disrespectful. Her Catalyst may not have wanted a confrontation, but Rebecca's will was stronger.
She looked to him, barely within the realm of Court. Rebecca's demeanor remained friendly, but her voice rose just loud enough that all in court could hear her. "Why good evening Alder Davis. Did you go swimming somewhere? You must have enjoyed it, because it seems you felt no need to clean off the dirt and water you wallowed in before entering into the Prince's Elysium."
There was a slight chuckle that escaped her lips as she spoke that almost made her flawlessly friendly tone...menacing. "If you were struggling financially you could have come to me. I would have gladly lent you the money for a membership to the local YMCA so you could shower. But seeing as you, like all of us, are guests of Her Majesty, Prince Alessandra Antinori, I think it would be best if you go clean yourself up before you enter into Elysium. I'm sure there are showers on site. If not, well," she said, pulling out some cash and holding it out to the man, "like I said, I can lend you the money to make yourself more presentable."
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-2 Vitae for Blush of Life and Drink, A smile was offered to Rebecca, “I certainly can’t complain, been busy, but enjoyable.” Idle hands and all that. “And you?” see, Ale could do the polite thing, ask questions.
She watches the interesting duo of Rebecca and Krieg move off before looking to Mable, then at her shoes.
“Oh thank you! I wanted to experiment with a bit of color. Figured summer was the perfect time.” She wanted to compliment Mable on her dress, but the only word that came to mind was, bright. Best find another word. “You’re dress is nice. How’ve you been?” she really needed to take a night and talk more with her Priscus. It had been ages since they last talked.
The smile was turned to her Seneschal, “Thank you. Hot weather or not, it’s always a good time for leather.” Least to her. She loved her leather pants, they were comfortable and fit her perfect.
A nod of the head to the quiet Taft. The Shadows were always an interesting Clan to her, so elusive.
Then Davis came in.
Oh Davis.
Dark eyes narrow as they take in his wet clothes, dripping and pooling water in her Elysium. Making a mess that would have to be cleaned up.
There was a brief internal struggle for control. Her finger tips itched and ached to let her Claws out. Make an example out his so called Alder. Spill forth whatever dad organs he may have.
But after a brief count, she calmed to a degree.
And in came Rebecca. Seemed she wouldn’t have to deal with him after all.
Not yet anyways.
“There is a mop and bucket back there, get it." A wicked edge to her tone, her eyes hard. He was on thin ice at this point, and her look told him as much. The look was held for a few more seconds as she waited.
And watched.
She would not be insulted by him again in her Court.
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Mable looked at the Prince and at the Seneschal, "Would you like me to go escort him to someplace to clean up since I am probably the only one here who works with dirt regularly?" Mable asked in a very sincere tone. No one else should have to deal with him until he was cleaned up.
"And then perhaps I could speak briefly to one or both of you on some ideas I have?"
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As his conversation with Rebecca was abruptly ended, the giant turned his attention to follow the medicinal Ventrue.
The Nosferatu's eyebrows arose as the familiar scent of a sewer rat reached his nose. You'll never get that stench off you...In a way he pitied Davis. He had been in similar circumstances. Suddenly, clarity opened his eyes fully. What was Davis doing in the sewers?! he nearly exclaimed. Goddess, has he found the Necropolis?! He cast his gaze looking for Cynthia Weiss . They would have to talk about the First Estate's wayward Knight.
The movements of the Prince indicated trouble. Her stern tone was known to him.
The Doc was on him immediately. Of course, she is. Davis thought. She has been riding me like a four dollar mule since we met.
"I did, I did indeed it would seem. Sorry for my soggy disposition. Is there something wrong with the sound? Is that why we are talking louder now?" Davis didn't want to embarrass Simmons. Sometimes games were played at Elysium. He was late this could be one of those games.
He noticed the look from the Prince. "Sorry I'm late, your Majesty. There was an accident on my way here. I say, I say I didn't want to be late. A mop you say, over there? Oh, the water? My apologies to be sure. I'll wipe that up. Again my deepest pardons." Davis gave a bow to the Prince.
Turning back to Simmons and lowering his voice. "Is this a new game I'm unaware of? It has been a while since I have partaken in a bit of Estate Entertainment. Do overlook my attire. I was double checking the network to make sure our explosive friends did not have underground means of penetrating our Elysium. Nothing like a big bang to ruin a gather."
Returning to a normal tone. "As for your offer of a monetary gift so that I can freshen up. Times do appear to be tough for the Good Colonel right now. Why your generosity knows no bounds and for that, I do thank you. I do not know about this YEMCEAY you speak of. But I do believe I know a place that I may clean up for sure. A hotel not far from here I do believe, yes?"
"Oh Mable, It would please me if you would, I cherish time spent speaking with this city's fine Prisci. You know sometimes I feel greater welcomage among other families than I do my own. I have to wonder if my sire lied to me this entire time."
A long, deep sigh emanated from the couch over in the corner where Lina Moretti sat with Taft. Fingers found the bridge of her nose and she rubbed, as though dispelling a headache.
"Are you sure you're Invictus, Davis? I'm starting to think we're all being punked."
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Mable looked to the Prince, "Do you mind, Your Grace," She hoped that title was okay, "If I help our wayward kindred become presentable for court?"
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StatusAaron is not really turning away from Clara, but as voices are raised, his attention is demanded. It was his own clan Whip that spoke, after all.
The Prince's reply is almost comical. Until the Gangrel Priscus responds to her. Is it some kind of code? Would this be the end of Davis. No. Savages would not be so subtle.
On the matter of John's exact nature. It is a mystery indeed.
The Priscus of Lords Aaron does not speak very loud, but he's sure everyone is listening at the moment. 'Well, in case you are family, I'm glad our Clan Whip has already addressed your inappropriate entrance. Isn't it better to at least try to be taken seriously, for all of us?'
'Thank you, Madam Simmons.' A supporting nod in her direction.
Soggy garments and ash make quite a dirty combination.
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