This takes place roughly a week after Eternal Court XIII ...
Rumors have spread; of the returns of Max Heinz and Ciara Maskelyne, among other things.
(1103) Eternal Court XIV
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This takes place roughly a week after Eternal Court XIII ...
Rumors have spread; of the returns of Max Heinz and Ciara Maskelyne, among other things.
Conner Greyson's herd is present but for an unknown reason the Shadowy Deputy is not present this night. At least, not yet.
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Tiny Martha hobbles out of her Keeper's Chamber, a copy of Prof Maiers 'American Scripture' in one hand, held as if momentarily interrupted from her reading, and her walking cane in the other. Clad in her usual and neat uniform with her satchel over one shoulder, Martha makes her way over to investigate the unattended Herd. Perplexed at their seeming independence, she tries to identify the notional local leader of this Herd and - with a cheery, non threatening smile and bounce of her twin tail bunches - makes her way to interrogate and investigate.
"Do you think it will please our partner?" Conner asked looking across the table at Ariana as she browsed through a black binder. Conner waited patiently for the answer, hoping that Cheyenne's work would pay off.
Conner browsed through his own copy of the file, he very much liked the stainless steal appliances she had chosen for the kitchen. Cheyenne had taken the liberty of decorating the bedrooms as well. A deep purple with a canopy for Ariana, a sparse black, white and gray room for Conner and a more... rustic everyman kind of room for Mister O'Connor.
His was the hard one being as Conner did not know him well, but Ariana's input to Cheyenne was very helpful. Especially now that Conner had given Cheyenne permission to speak to Ariana and Thomas. But only when necessary.
As Martha approaches Conner's heard each one bows to her politely and says nothing. Some have the trays similar to the Prince's herd, others merely sit and wait to be called on to do there duty as assigned by there master. All of them are dressed appropriately, wearing proper dress cloths. they are sleeveless and have exposed neck lines to help make there job easier. None of them speak unless ordered too, as per there orders for Conner. If they are asked about there Master, they will point to one of the private rooms.
Ariana looked through the portfolio. Smiling at some of the pictures. "Ah, yes. I do indeed like the way the purples turned out." Flipping through, she saw the rustic looking room and furrowed her brow. Pulling that particular page, she pointed to it. "Mister Greyson, if this is Mister O'Connor's room, there will need to be some modifications. His tastes are slightly more similar to yours. Simple, only slightly more contemporary." Ariana wished the two of them would take a night off of working and actually talk, they might realize they have similarities.
Ariana turned through some of the other rooms to find that a couple had nothing in them yet. "I do believe that Mister O'Connor would enjoy a room with some bookcases and a desk. Perhaps another could be used for training for both of you." She looked at Conner. "What do you think, Mister Greyson?"
Conner took notes as he listened to Ariana's words, "I think you are very wise." Conner said as he finished his notation. "Cheyenne thought it wise that his room be set for him. As a sign of good will?" Conner said, the question prevalent in his voice.
Conner did not understand such gestures. Especially when he had nothing to gain from them. They were both deputies, both soldiers. He was the Clan Priscus yes but Conner had kept O'Connor as his whip specifically because they were both similar and very different, a strategic complementation.
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Brenn Lawrence entered the Avalon once again, wearing almost exactly what she wore the last time she walked here beneath the club proper; this time her beanie was new. Taking extra care on the stairs she clomps down to the main floor and passes her gaze around the room, her eyes peering through greasy tangles at the Kine present tonight. Maybe they were for "hor d'oeuvres"; either way she didn't care, she had fed off of Rory not long ago. Proceeding to the approximate center of the room she loiters, waiting to see who else will show up.
Sidor walked into the court, keeping an eye out for the other Nosferatu, or Sanctified. He was vaguely amused by the idea of Kine being allowed to wander around listlessly- probably some Succubus or Lord's blood drunk thralls. He didn't recognise them face to face, although he suspected he would know their master by sight. He did not bother to pay them any heed beyond that. They were Kine, after all, and he was hardly going to teach them the meaning of faith in court.
He did however, spot Brenn lurking. He gave her a polite nod and smiled. The shadow lines on his face were twisted, giving him hungry, shark-like features in the half-visible profile.
"Good evening, Miss Lawrence. I hope the night finds you well."
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Katrina slowly descends the stair case while reading her Blackberry. She hated and loved court nights. On one hand it was the one day a month she socialised with other Kindred outside of her circles. On the other Club Ember was left with no kindred supervision, a fact she did not like. Still Ember was not far away and they would call her should something happen.
Putting her Blackberry back into her bag as she got to the last few steps she looked up. She was allways one of the first to arrive so it was no suprise to court with only a few people in. Still it would fill up quickly.
She scanned the room.
Some woman I have never seen before talking to Brother Sidor. I must introduce myself at some point this evening.
Martha, talking to that Conners herd. I fail to understand why anyone would display their herd at court. If anyone wanted to damage your influence your food supply is a good start. Why would you advertise them and make it easy? I could understand a few working an event. Katrina shakes her head. Perhaps the Invictus do things differently.
Seeing that everyone was busy Katrina sat down on one of the Sofa's.
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