(1102) Red & White Court

[Ciara Maskelyne]

*Ciara can only shake her head.* I'm afraid I've developed a deathly fear of the things ever since that night. You'll have to find something else to cart me around the city in...

*She glances over her shoulder, watching the Royal Court arrive. The thin Ventrue sighs softly, looking once more at Argent.* I should be going, in case I'm needed. It is good to see you again, Mr Argent. Try not to get into too much trouble, hmm?

[Argent]

"Of course, your worshipfullness," Argent replied, bowing and holding an arm out to invite Ciara's departure.

"It was wonderful to chat again with you as well, and I will be on my best behavior! Please give the Royals my best," he added, with a slight undertone of humor, perhaps amusement that Ciara was a 'somebody'.

[Joseph Hartman]

There's a blank look on Joseph face for a moment as he puts things together. "That seems like it would be...interesting?" He says it with a level of detachment like he's commenting on something he's never experienced before but only witnessed. "Alcohol is interesting through kine though, of course the easy ones to grab don't drink just whiskey."

"My research into the great work has slowed down recently but I'm certain it is only a momentary plateau before it continues." Joseph personally isn't sure whether the slow down is due to his current preoccupation with finding someway to gain a foothold or if he's actually hit a wall...but that doesn't need sharing.

[West]

The doors are now closed to Court entry.

Please feel free to continue and begin new conversation threads as events progress in this main thread. I just expect this Court to run a bit long and it seems best to let things run concurrently.

Watching as more than a few unfamiliar faces arrive at Court, Asa is slightly surprised to see an old face returned, and a reclusive one appeared. There is an ever so slight frown at Arnold's tie, but it passes. The Beast hisses in his ear; at that, at the painted Bishop, at the bathrobe. Hisses and whispers of disrespect, punishment, of his Court, and his Domain. The Beast within is always green, and scaled, with clawed hands that can snap necks -- and Asa despises it. He silences it with a flurry of rose petals and attar.

At Asa's signal, the doors to Ember are closed; in formal nomenclature, the chamber is sealed. A few brisk steps bring him up to the catwalk that extends from the small main stage to the circular dancing platform with the pole.

"Good evening. Be welcome, and thank you for attending. For the new faces I see, I am Asa Clarke, the Prince of this Domain. Please take the opportunity tonight to present yourselves to myself or Seneschal Stamford if you've yet to be Acknowledged," Asa spoke in his outdoor voice, loudly and clearly, indicating Victoria as he referred to her. If not Prince, he would have made an excellent master of ceremonies or Herald.

"Tonight is a night of opportunity, and that opportunity will also be the entertainment. Regent Nagaraj is returning to his homeland, and I've decided to put his Regency 'up for grabs'," he continued, arching an eyebrow and smiling.

"Contenders will duel until one remains, and they will be awarded praxis. Each duel will take place up here," Asa said, tapping the catwalk with his foot. "And continue until one party surrenders, is rendered unable to continue, or is forced off of the catwalk."

"So, if you're interested, please inform Nika and we will begin," Asa concluded, indicating his ghoul who stood next to a large cabinet on wheels.

Please post OOC questions here...

[Heathcliff Staley]

Matte White Heathcliff tries to stifle his surprise at the announcement. An entire Regency for those with the physical skill and strength to wrest it from all other comers? The question of why it should be won through combat begins to worm its way through the undead neurons possibly firing in Staley's skull even as the Haunt's feet propel him in the direction of Nika. As he strides toward the ghoul, Heathcliff notices Arnold Culler's unexpected arrival. The current Priscus nods to the former, a small polite smile on his painted face, as he walks toward the chance to make himself Culler's political equal through force of arms.

"I would also like to submit myself to the competition, please," Heathcliff croaks politely to Nika. "I require no weapon." He flashes a brief, confident smile at Priscus Malloy.

[West]

The catwalk is cleared for the first contestants, and seats are arranged for those that want to watch.

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