... and knocks after swearing a little bit.
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Occultation
... and knocks after swearing a little bit.
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*Ciara flinches a little at the mention of Geisha; the word conjuring up memories of a life left long ago. She doesn't even notice the kiss on her hand, gently pulling it back once Argent releases it.* Ciara Maskelyne *She answers softly*
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*Max gravitates to the art works on display; a wall flower as usual. It's not that the Mekhet is shy, he just never developed the social knack for these type of events; and was more comfortable in his library or the lab. You didn't have to placate and fawn over a Bunsen Burner to get it to do what you want.
He does take note of who was here, and who wasn't; and Konstantine slipping in at the last moment. That was odd for the Russian, he was usually one of the first to arrive... Max would have spent more time turning that little bit of information, but his attention is drawn to the new additions to the Realm. Dear lord, 5 new women? He knew that traveled in packs, but did they all rent a bus or something?
Two stood in one corner, adorned in period dress; one having a costume far more elaborate then the other. One had just finished talking to his Priscus, a new Mekhet perhaps? And the last two seemed to arrived at Court by way of a Walk of Shame. He can't help but smile, Max still finding quite a bit of amusement at the concept as described to him by one of his students.
Max begins to slowly move towards Six, studying that pieces on display as he goes. Might as well start with family; but no need to seem over zealous...*
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Arnold is about to continue addressing the two Deputies and the blind Haunt when the Prince approaches and speaks, naturally drawing Arnold's full attention.
"Good evening, your Majesty. I suppose I am for now, alone that is. I had expected to see Jessi here tonight but it seems she had more pressing business." he frowns as he says this, displeased, with a glance at the closing doors.
Looking over to Ishani he smiles again, greeting her "Lady Naetesh, it is always a pleasure. You are looking lovely tonight."
Turning his attention back to Mark, Regina, and Dirge he speaks "You've approached just as I was about to speak with these three about the issue regarding the hostile rogue element amongst the city's homeless."
Speaking to Dirge "First I wanted to thank you, Miss Dirge, for the information you were able to gather on these people. We both know that the task I charged you with could not have succeeded as planned, but the information you were able to gather will come in great use."
Turning to include Regina he says "With additional thanks to Councilor Pia for assisting you in her capacity as Deputy."
Now he seems to address Regina and Markos exclusively, although it is obvious that he has not forgotten the Prince and Harpy's presence.
"On that note I require someone especially skilled in the use of gaining information from an unwilling subject. The tools I have at my disposal - torture, viniculum - are bludgeons and I desire a scalpel. I had considered that perhaps one of the Daeva could use their gifts of Majesty to assist in my purpose."
He regards the two Daeva standing before him, waiting for a volunteer.
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Sean sees Lori come in and hurries over to her "Hey, Lori. Glad to see you made it. Never know who'll get their fangs in a bunch over missing Court, ya know?"
He catches a whiff of her "outfit" and his nose wrinkles "Woah, you smell like unwashed lady parts. Makes me glad breathing's optional." he grins
"So anyway, I wanted to talk to you about something. Did you hear I finally bit the bullet and put some cash down on a little apartment on the west side of town?"
Markos looks to his Reeve, "I will help you out Sir." He was a little hesitant about doing what the Reeve asked but at the same time, it was something more fitting his skills. Mark new he wasn't the best at his Clan's discipline, but he did know how to get information out of people.
The wrinkled suit was definitively more on the walk of shame side then the opposite and wouldn't been completely out of place at a pride parade either. And the wearer seemed totally shameless. She moved trough the party smiling at the other guests, but seemed to be watching their costumes rather then meting their eyes.
She caught Max short glance and smile at her and gave him an sweeping bow before heading over to him.
Among the predators of the damned you sometimes need to paint vivid pictures of from the wild to describe their grace and diversity. Cold and majestic great white sharks might mingle with noble lionesses. The girl in the ill fitting suit wouldn't fit any of the description above and was neither was no cunning fox, nor a deadly wolverine or observant eagle.
No. She seemed to have the playful bloodthirsty of a ferret willing to opportunistic take a bite of anything for the taste of blood. And it was with somewhat of that attitude she came after him.
Her teeth was was white and her lips slightly blue when she smiled.
“ Well... Hi there. It such release that some one else went for the yakuza look as well. Fits you by the way.” The words came in a playful cascade and commenting his clothes was a perfect excuse of not raising her gaze to look at his face.
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Madison is about to turn away from the door and head toward the Prince when she hears the knock. With a frown, she motions for the large man to open the door. She sees another kindred standing there and rolls her hand as if indicating he should enter quickly. Once he is through the door she signals the ghoul to close it again and then turns to the late-comer.
"Good evening, I am Paladin Madison Wells. It seems you arrived just in time. The doors were closed only moments ago. Please enter and enjoy your evening."
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Yakuza? Where's a translator when you need one. *Max thinks to himself.* Why the hell can't people speak English tonight. I understand the theme, but if anyone here is Japanese, I'll suck a duck dry...
*He bows his head slightly to the new woman.* Thank you, yours is certainly... unique among all these period outfits. I don't believe I've seen you around Sacramento, Ms...?
She lick one of her fingertips slowly in a way that manage to not seem sensual at all, just disturbingly hungry for the last retirements of last nights meal. And then a easy laugh came over her lips.
“Not seen me around? That might just have been a compliment if I been a mekhet or a nosferato. “ She shook her head absent mindedly and her voice drifted away not becoming much more than a whisper.
“Tsssssss. To bad I'm not. Well,,, that might be a matter of perspective.”
Her gaze sort of settel on his collarbone and she offer her hand to him, to shake kiss whatever he might prefer.
“I'm Nellie Oldsfield, of Clan Venture. Childer of George Smith and grandchild of Emelie Burke. Born, dead and embraced in in Ottowa.”
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*Max raises an eyebrow as she states her name and clan. He would have pegged her for a Nos; she reminds him more of a lamprey than a Kindred. Ready to feed from anything with a drop of blood in it.* Maximilian Heinz, Mekhet. Ottawa you say? That's quite a ways North. If you're hungry, the Church has been nice enough to set out a buffet, it would seem...
*He motions to the other side of the room, where the Kine are standing*
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