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Martha dips a curtsy to Asa and makes a brisk effort to be at the Prince's side. All wide eyed obedience. A brief and shy nod is offered to Alice.
"Good evening, Alder Prince. As ever, I am at your service!" she offers with humble sincerity as she gets to his side. Her eyes not leaving him now, attentive to any need he may have or proclamation he may wish to make.
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As Jennifer approaches Conner nods his head to the haunt and separates off from his majesty's wake,
Jennifer and Conner continue here
Adam stepped into Club Ember, and paused in the doorway to gain a quick vantage point of where exactly he was going to venture next. It was his first time inside the club, and the first thing that struck him was how delightfully different it was to Enigma, his Sire's long-lasting club across country. He was relieved really, that -apart from both places of businesses being clubs, the similarities stopped there. The Daeva did not particularly want to start feeling homesick.
That would just be very inconvenient, particularly when he was settling into Sacramento so well.
He strode through the ground level, sparing a quick glance at the dancers as he wandered up to the level set aside for Kindred. After providing a sincere acknowledgement to the Prince, Herald and Deputies as they went about the individual conversation, Adam moved through the assembled Kindred to take stock of who was there.
Not that he expected to recognise very many people; this was only his second time venturing out amongst so many Kindred at any one time, and his Beast bore the brunt of so much activity. The Daeva beat it back, silencing the Beast before smiling in a generally relaxed kind of way.
Now, who to pounce on first?
current attire
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Brenn Lawrence entered the Ember clad in a tasteful business suit but with the addition of an all black, full face, silver filigreed mask. She strode confidently through the lower part of the club, wondering what type of figure she must have cut, and a small grin sprang into being beneath her mask. Less curiosity would be aroused by an oddly adorned woman than by a hare-lipped woman in the Ember, and so the mask served its purpose until she clomped up to the second floor, where the mask then fell from her features like shadow before a flood light.
She circulated through the room, watching the Kindred mingling, her Beast roiling more than once at all the new faces, but she stopped short when she saw the Prince.
So...Asa is wearing a 'Mug-Me!' tag, she thought bemusedly. What game does he have going tonight? She bowed to the Prince then, mask stowed safely away, and continued her route. Nodding to the Harpy, the Sheriff, and her Priscus, although the last was done grudgingly.
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David enters the new Court, pleased at how the city was adapting to the change forced upon them. Tribulation brings enlightenment; so what new wisdom will be learned from this new venue.
He sees someone new, and strolls up to the young-looking woman who was briming with confidence and elegance. His cowardly beast thrashes and tries to flee, but its chains hold, and David looks down upon her in her seat. A new Invictus perhaps?
@Anna Ruso
"Good evening madam." Best to play safe in case she was prissy about Invictus protocol.
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Halfway through her shuffling circuit, Brenn spotted a lone predator dressed in grays, one that radiated faint yet amiable magnetism, and she began plodding towards him, her Beast dragging hard at her heels all the while. Her lips parted vaguely, in what might have been a grisly smile, as she came to greet the new Kindred.
"Good evening, to you, sir," she proclaimed, inclining her head to Adam York . "I don't believe we've had the chance to speak yet, so please allow me to introduce myself as Brenn Lawrence, of a currently transitioning persuasion, and of the Haunted Clan. How have you found the city so far?"
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Max Heinz
Mask of Tranquility
Blush of Life
*Max makes his way to the upper level of the club after letting himself become distracted for a few moments by the show down below.
He had felt guilty about never making it to Avalon the night of the explosion, having been slowed by traffic. In the end if was fortuitous, the Mekhet having missed the blast and ensuing chaos. After spends a few nights laying low until he was comfortable all out war had not broken out, the Dragon decided now was as good a time as any to reenter the Danse.
He pauses as he comes in range of the other Beasts gathered this evening; the sudden rush of so many new Kindred takes Max aback for a few moments. Just for a second, he looks back the way he came; perhaps it would be better to spend the evening in the company of mortal predictors downstairs.
Pondering the idea, Max is content to simply take in the new faces for the moment.*
Adam turned around, and his friendly eyes glossed over in a quick but polite scrutiny of Brenn Lawrence . He pulled a hand from his pocket, where idle fingers had been fiddling around with his car keys and extended it toward the Haunt in a general expression of greeting.
"Good evening to you, Miss Lawrence," the Daeva responded in kind, and a quick smile appeared on his face. "My name is Mr. Adam York, of the Invictus," he introduced simply. Absently, he wondered if other Haunts had more than one flaw; but it would have been incredibly impolite to ask so he held his curiousity in check.
Perhaps it was due to his first experience of a Kindred, being a Haunt, but he had always held a particular interest for that clan.
"So far I've found Sacramento to be incredibly welcoming," Adam added in a frank voice. "I consider myself quite fortunate to have found a Domain so pleasant. Have you been here long?"
Laird, dizzied a bit by the flood of vampires, has an off way of starting up a conversation with Max ( Mykel ) as he flounders about...
"Is an ember more dangerous when it takes to the air or when it burns beneath your feet?", the cryptic question hopefully holding a context considering the move of Elysia to this club.
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