(1005) Avalon Underground

[Fractured]

Saul

"Er. The same," replies Saul to Grey's question of Clan. He says to Jayant, "Uh, I'm doin' alright, I guess. Ya know? I'm not really one for dressing up and dancing and...uh. Ya know?" The whole thing was kind of amazing to Saul. Here he had spent the last couple years of his life hunting these things and here they were, having a bloody dress-up party. Oh, the zealots back at Horizon would have such fits if they saw the fangs Dansing. "Right, so. What's with the mask, Mister Grey?" Tact is not on the short list of Saul's strengths.

Mac

The Deputy studies Ayameko carefully. She's a breather. This was gonna be interesting, which, as far as Mac was concerned, meant he ought to watch from a safe distance. "Errr. Okay. See those ladies standing over there with the guy in the top hat?" he asks, nodding towards Victoria, Heathcliff, and Twist. "They'll see you right."

[Madison Wells]

"Well then," Madison begins, entwining her arm with Cassandra's and leading her toward the Harpy, "you should probably meet the Seneschal, Harpy, and Hounds. Then we can introduce you to the Reeve and the various Prisci."

She walks back over to the small group with Victoria and gives the other kindred a slight smile. "May I introduce Lady Cassandra Dawes? She is new to our fair city. Lady Dawes, this is Seneschal Staley, Harpy Stamford, Priscus of Lords, Hound and Viscountess Twist, Priscus of Succubi, and Hound Naetesh, former Sheriff and Harpy of the city and the Prince's Consort."

She indicates each kindred as she introduces them.

[Ciara Maskelyne]

*Ciara nods her head towards one of the far walls, indicating Michael to follow. She drops her voice to a soft whisper as they walk.* Believe me, if you ever see me engaged in any activity with either of those two that could be interrupted, please do. I will pay you very well for it.

[West]

"Excellent," Asa replied to Dirge, with a subtle finality. "Shall I escort you to Deputy Connelly, or would you prefer to stay with your family?"

They didn't arrive together; maybe she was avoiding him.

[Dirge]

Dirge still wasn't sure how she should react to all this from the Prince. She was also unsure how he felt that Circe's farm was his give to her in any sense of the word. The Hierophant's farm was Circle property whether he forbid the use of their name or not.

"The Prince is too kind. If it is not too much trouble I would be quite honored if you would be willing to escort me to Mark. I mean Deputy Connelly."

[West]

Asa didn't bother to nod, simply turning slowly and leading Dirge to Mark.

"Deputy Connelly," he said, acknowledging the man, and letting Dirge know they had arrived. Transferring the blind Haunt's hand, Asa gave Mark a nod before walking away.

A quick glance over in the direction of the main crowd told him that he wasn't going to be speaking to Ishani or Twist any time soon -- at least not without wading into the Harpy's gathering. A small smile widened his lips at the sight.

Like a duck to water.

A brief glance found the other person he wanted to speak to, and he approached Michael and Ciara.

"May I cut in for a few moments?" he asked Michael, smiling, and indicating Ciara.

[Twist]

Approaching Heathcliff, Victoria and Ishani and the others that had circled around the three, a combination of beauty and power- it was inevitable that they would draw a small crowd.

A curtsey was first offered to the Seneschal somehow carried off even in her shorter dress, "Seneshal Staley, I hope the evening finds you well?"

"Harpy Stamford," Twist intoned as she dropped into a shorter curtsey , her voice overlayed with tones of pleasantness and respect. "I congratulate you on the evening's location and decor. It is quite impressive."

Turning to Ishani, a warm smile crinkled Twist's eyes at the corners but it was visible only briefly as she dipped into another curtsey. "Hound Ishani- you look stunning as usual. "

Hearing a familiar voice from behind and to her side, Twist shifted to see Madison with a woman at her side. Dawes...the name was familiar. Twist recalled the letter she had responded to a number of days back. She dropped her head a fraction, "A pleasure to meet you in person Lady Dawes."

[Michael Hall]

Michael nods with a soft chuckle as he follows her to the wall. Leaning closer to soften his whisper he asks "Just say the word and I'll be there. What is their problem anyhow? Personal or just petty differences? What got you involved with them if you don't mind my asking" Invictus or Sanctified I wonder, or rather, Ordo Dracul or Invictus I suppose.