(1104) Eternal Court XV

[West]

Let's starting getting away from the XIV thread so we can close it.

The rumors were true; Max Heinz has returned, and is the Reeve of Sacramento. Anton Flores is the Bishop of Scramento, and Ciara Maskelyne's return has shed no light on the status of the Carthian Movement or Harpy position. Notable as well is the absence of Joesph Hartmann.

[Nil]

Anasztaz arrived early enough to be able to gaze the comings and goings of Court for his own knowledge, but late enough to not be fashionably impolite.

His attire hadn't varied much. It wasn't the same suit, but could have been of the same collection. It all followed the same trend that played along his naturally androgyny demeanor and looks.

He descended to the Court and again gave the rules a look-over, all the while minding his surroundings for other arrivals.

Tonight he planned to make his connections. Either with Clan or Covenant, ideally both. Perhaps even someone outside those spheres, all the better. This early on in the game the most important factor was to know the other players.

[Dean]

Anton Flores

Anton enters court dressed in a neat grey suit. He finds a place to lurk, between the commons and the offices, where he can watch the arrivals from. He sees one he doesn't know, a striking androgynous type, and watches him from the floor, offering a neat nod of a greeting.

Amelita Cardoso

Amelita entered the Avalon court, head upheld, radiating a false confidence. Other bloodsuckers were worrying enough. Other bloodsuckers she knew absolutely nothing about were even worse. Playing the poor church-mouse could bite her in the ass, but she knew better than to walk in like she owned the place.

The Mekhet ventures past the commons, lingering on the main floor, diminutive, dark and draped in a sombre evening gown that's a little at odds with the faded, baby blue hoodie hanging open over it. She risks a few glances at the androgen, beating back the compulsion to get the fuck out of dodge. Spying the tapestry of laws, she absorbs the rules. There had been nothing so formal back in Los. Just the food chain. Then again, perhaps the same unwritten caveats existed alongside this fancy tapestry.

[Martha Villiers]

Tiny Martha hobbles out of her Keeper's Chamber, relying greatly on her simple walking cane. Clad in her usual and neat school uniform with her satchel over one shoulder, a clean blazer and an aroma of minty toothpaste...Martha makes her way over to investigate the new arrivals. A welcoming smile is offered sincerely to Anton and Anastaz..she swiftly spied Amelita by the Rules. Martha glances at Amelita's footwear and, after an adjustment to Beast coinciding with a brief frown as she studies Amelita's footwear and legs and an adjustment too to her straw boater, she makes her way carefully over to greet the arrival. Martha's outward demeanour suggesting on a friendly intention and emitting no Beast.

[Dean]

Amelita turns to meet Martha. In her heels - a rounded, kitsch, faux-thrift affair in a faded red - her eyes are perhaps an inch or two above Martha's. If she'd noticed the shoe-gaze thing, it probably would've been eclipsed by the schoolgirl look on Am's internal what up with that board. The note next to the board read Don't ask. You have nothing to gain by knowing. For all you know she's older than candlelight and running on empty. Don't ask. So Am just smiles, demure.

"What's up?" she asks, some of the barrio left in her voice.

[Nil]

Anasztaz returned the smile to Martha and the nod to Anton, in matching tone respectively, but his mind wandered to wonder who the man was in the local scheme of things.

His Beast spoke stronger than his own, even from across the room, but to that he was getting used to; not to the feel of impending doom that clutched his heart like white-hot prongs, but to the fact that it was a common occurrence since his emergence.

Without knowing the who or what, it was inappropriate to simply approach him and ask him himself. Etiquette dictated that introductions by a third party were preferable, especially when neither party was truly aware of the other's association or status.

Thus, he instead watched the new arrival with some interest - which may have been obvious to the intent looker. His purpose tonight was to watch the Danse and maybe learn the local beat, but there was nothing occurring yet that would have been more pressing than that. Perhaps once the Keeper was no longer preoccupied, he'd seek her out.

[Dean]

Anton Flores

Seeing Martha greeting a new arrival, Anton looks to the entrance, where he soon finds another unknown. He feels the cracked flesh and the jagged missives around his arms shift ever so slightly, as the Beast shifts flesh and mind out of sync. This is how the Beast's tail flickers, warning Anton that an atrocity will occur if only he'd stop fighting it.

The Haunt grinds his teeth as the urge fades, locking eyes with Auric and gesturing for him to approach.