(Familiar Stranger) Paging a Diablorist
(Familiar Stranger) Paging a Diablorist
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Conner Greyson arrived at Ballo Della Notte, parking his car near the private entrance that was used for the Invictus meetings. Conner exited the car and made his way over to the door, his people hopefully following behind him. He knocked on the door, hoping Kalos would answer. This night was going to be the end of all of this. Answers would be his, as would vengeance for the burning and the chaos this person brought upon the domain he is sworn to protect.
Whip Powell fell into step a couple of feet away, and took a short moment to study the building. She had never been to Ballo Della Notte before and it was with some interest that she took in the new place.
She hoped they truly could find answers here. They needed something tangible, something to get their teeth into.
Like Smith. I could have gotten my teeth into him, ripped him apart and savoured his blood. And he couldn't have done a damn thing.
The Beast purred its appreciation.
Ohhh, savage. Old taunts of Simon's slipped into her mind; perfect for this occasion.
Pushing them side, the Haunt halted at the door.
Ariana stepped into the beautiful Ballo Della Notte wishing it were for an entirely different reason. She was not pleased that they were here for something other than a performance or a court. She waited with Conner and nodded to Josephine as she arrived.
I really hope this does not get messy. I have a feeling Twist would be more than displeased if someone ruined the carpeting.
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Notified by Twist, Kalos was waiting and mere moments after the knock he could be seen approaching the doors to deftly unlock them. Any thoughts he had about those standing outside were carefully concealed behind a calm face.
"Will this be all or shall we wait for others to arrive?"
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*Max's black sedan rolls to a stop beside the other vehicles, the thin Mekhet stepping out and quickly joining the others. He wasn't quite sure how the Judex had managed to summon their target; but if anyone in the Domain could, he wasn't surprised it was Twist. And on some level he was glad he didn't know; he had already seen enough tonight to prove that some things even a Dragon shouldn't know.
One thing was certain though, he would be happy when tonight was over. Assuming he survived whatever was going to happen in the theater, that is...*
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No matter how easy Chris was starting to feel to be closer to Kindred with a higher standard, Twist was completely different. A real Elder. The kind of elder to kill you in a second. The whole situation makes him nervous, so he remains quiet.
He arrives in his Mini Cooper closely behind the others and makes a respectful nod to the man who he expects to be the Archon's ghoul.
Sidor climbed out of the car and approached the theatre, with the fedora he wore pulled down to obscure his curse. After all, there might well be a Kine or two in this area, and he had no intention of breaching the Masquerade.
Another Bishop. How many former Bishops and Priscii do I have to be responsible for the deaths of?
He considered this with dour humour, and decided that at the very least, he could appreciate the irony of it.
"We are all here Mister Hamelton." Conner says and waits to be escorted in. Not being presumptious, impetuous or stupid enough to just walk past the Judex's servant.
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Kalos nods and holds the door open, closing and locking it behind the last kindred to enter. If he seemed at all uneasy being around those present, he didn't show it. Turning he wove back through the group so that he was at the front.
"This way." Calmly he lead the group through a side door and into the backstage area of the theater. After a few twists and turns they came to a door and after knocking he opened it for them. Inside was Twist's office, though there seemed to be more chairs than what would be standard.
Twist herself sat behind the desk shuffling through papers. Upon here entrance she looked up and nodding in greeting began to tuck the papers away as they filed in.
"please make yourself comfortable.". she motioned at the chairs.
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This way. Sure, make it look easy. Chris knows what is coming, but that ghoul can't feel the Beast.
Way too soon the door opens.
Ouch. The tiny beast freezes in front of the Grace walking among mere Kindred.
Then a moment later. 'Yes.' Chris bows deeply and almost forgets to add: 'Thank you Alder Archon Twist.' He quickly tries to find a seat. He has spoken, named her with one of the many titles, the one which makes most sense now.
After all, with every threat she kills, she indirectly also protects the Prince.
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