(1809) Official Court

[Ashley Cohen]

"And her Seneschal is absolutely enchanting." Ashley repaid the compliment in kind, with a ever so slight bow of her head out of respect. It had been years since the costume court and it had seemed that Vivian had done very well for herself in that span of time.

"Her Majesty , it is always a pleasure. I will be at your call when you desire." Ashley smiled softly, not wanting to interject into the agenda for the evening. In the back of her mind, she wondered if her Majesty still had that Jeep. It was a purchase that Ashley had also made recently.

Ashley also offered Aaron a curtsy and greeting. "Priscus. How do you always come up with such amazing outfits?"

[Mable Wood]

Mable gives a respectful bow of the head and then goes back over to the group she was talking with before she realized Floki needed acknowledgement.

Mable rejoins here

[Ffion]

She'd gone to the nightclub named for the People of the Night. The Nox Populi, the Elysian seat and had keen turned away. Monsters were not playing party to the hair's breath line between revelry and revulsion. No, those that walk under the arm of the Noble Savage of Italian lineage; Alessandra Antinori were to meet near the desolate borders of this Sacramento town.

Would she have known before, would she have arrived nights ago she might not have been late as she is, her only hope is that they would allow her entry as untimely as her arrival is.

Hair shorn, makeup thick. Wearing a black suit, as she expected to be in a nightclub surrounded by nightkin she worn no shirt, or blouse or breast binding beneath. Giving those who might spy a Haunt's cleavage hint of her dark ink. She wore as well a pair of gloves, thin but sure. In black that cling to her flesh. She would not open herself to these monster's mockery upon the sight and perchance feel of her still, and ever cursed fingers - hands. They would scent the cloying nature of her Bargain once they met, they needed no more from her.

She smiles once she draws closer and her fylgja shivers in fear, ice laden fur bristling, as it howls for her to flee back into the night. She is but a lamb again. There is a cycle, the ebb and flow of the tide, there is poetry in this nature of kindred.

She had known her fylgja stronger then this, and muzzles it's whimpering surely. She advances towards those she imagines as impassible maws, rows upon rows of fangs poised and ready. Great giants who will see her as nothing but an insect to be stepped on, but approach she must.

For she is hungry, but will not poach.

"I greet you," she says, bowing her shorn head towards the women who's companion's roar from within their blood. Causing her own to attempt to whimper and whine once more, muzzled as it is. "I am called Ffion, Nosferatu of the Ordo Dracul." an accent is present but indistinct. It's hard to place, but present in the pauses and shape of the words.

[Aaron van Valen]

Polite chatter welcomes Aaron like a warm blanket once his Beast has cooled off. His is glad to be greeted by the members of his clan.

He responds to Ashley with a polite nod, 'Why, thank you. I figured tonight would be important, so I put some effort into it. Dressing up is a habit I inherited from my Sire.' Coming from a time where clothes usually equaled status.

Rebecca made her remark and Aaron smiled, 'Indeed, and isn't it lovely. If you can pull it off, why not. I always like your floral designs, I must say. Very fitting.'

He shrugs casually before turning his attention towards a new Beast close behind him. Now who is this?

A new Dragon?

Though she already seemed set on a path to meet Alessandra, he keeps his eyes locked on her.

[Alessandra]

A smile was offered to Ashley, "If you'll please excuse me for just a moment, we can continue our talk shortly." she might be Prince, but she could still be polite.

Then a weak Beast approaches, dark eyes take in the woman who made her own Beast howl in fury and disgust. But there only needed to be one Final Death tonight.

"If you seek Acknowledgement, I direct you to Priscus Weiss Cynthia Weiss , she would be the woman you are seeking. Pardon me." a smile was flashed as she then turns and walks away.

The time had arrived, and as such, Ale made her way to the small stage, placing herself in the center.

Head held high, she looks out at the Kindred of her Domain, mixing and mingling, no clue about what was to happen. What they would witness this night. Her first Formal Court. An execution Court, and hopefully, the last of its kind.

Despite what some might think, she didn’t enjoy killing another Kindred. She got no pleasure watching another turn to ash.

She spoke, her voice loud, her words clear, her eyes moving from one face to another, not resting on any.

“Thank you all for coming out this fine evening and all looking so stylish and classy.” A smile appears. “I know this isn’t our usual Court, but tonight is different, tonight is,” a pause, “special. And I’m sure the question right now is, how is it special? Well, allow me to show you.” With that she steps off the stage, moves to the door and steps into the room. A few seconds later, she reappears with the bundle, something wrapped in a sheet and brings it onto the stage, dropping it, rather unceremoniously. From the sound it made, it just might be a body. She then steps off the stage once more and returns to the room, appearing a few seconds later with a jar. It was placed beside the mass on the stage.

“I wanted to display what happens when one commits treason against myself and my Domain. When you break your allegiance toward me and ignore my Will, there are consequences.” The smile was gone, her tone had an edge to it and had grown cold. “Furthermore, I expect everyone here to swear loyalty to me and my Domain. If you feel you cannot do so, you are free to leave now and vacate the Domain. Otherwise, I will take your staying as your sworn loyalty.” She knew words could be hollow, but she needed to do this.

The bundle was then unwrapped, displaying Goto, with a rather crude stake in her chest. “I’m sure you all remember former Deputy Goto? And this,” the jar was picked up, “is former Reeve Takeda.” The glass was then dropped on the floor, shattering. But her eyes stayed on the crowd.

“Perhaps some of you find me weak. In that assumption you would be gravely mistaken. Any act of Treason will be met with Final Death.”

She moves and grabs Goto by the arm, taking the stake out with her other hand.

Once the Shadow moves around and realizes her surroundings, Ale will move to stand behind her. The stake tossed behind her, the hand now gripping Goto by the hair. The Shadow was left kneeling, hands bound behind her.

Her eyes remain on the crowd, not focusing on anyone or anything.

The Savage then wills her Claws to grow. The long twisted and grotesque claws appear to the sound of skin and bone breaking.

She then flexes her fingers and then the Claws make a quick and clean cut of the head. The body dropping away as it slowly crumpled into ash around the Savages feet.

“I believe we can all return to our conversations and enjoy the rest of the evening.” A smile then returned, a cold calculating one, but a smile. The head was dropped and forgotten.

[Alessandra]

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-09-24 23:18:35		Ale rolls 2 to degeneration (10 Again)		8, 10, 6		2 successes