(1203) Eternal Court XX

[Catherine Keyes]

Catherine smiled at the woman who approached as she quickly ceased the tonal humming she had started. A faint look of relief crossed the Mekhet’s face.

Thank the gods for not making me wait alone.

“Good evening, Maξtresse Sage.” she said with a slight bow of the head. “I am a bit new to the domain, so it is understandable that we have yet to meet. I am Catherine Keyes, Skald and Storyteller. I have yet to be acknowledged and unfortunately was detoured.” She bowed slightly at her own introduction, causing a small chime from beads and small metal rings at her waist.

At least I left the bells at home today.

[Tracy Burns]

Tracy steps away from the Seneschal and company, looking around the room in hopes of finding the Herald somewhere nearby. Then she recalls having seen her around the piano, but at one point she had entered a private room with Dillon and some other Kindred that were unfamiliar to her. Not wanting to play "guess which room the Herald is in?" while the Reeve is waiting, the Gangrel decides to seek out Max Heinz first, since he is just standing over in a corner.

[Dillon Connery]

The Gangrel Priscus makes his way back into Elysium proper silently, with Jose Matias . Another brief scan of the room reveals yet another new face. Another new face with big, pretty eyes ( Bobby Lime ). Which almost makes Dillon roll his.

Squashing some private memory down, he waves Zι along with him. They should be finding his Brazilian 'cousin' a place to hide from the daystar as soon as possible... but given the fact that just about every member of the general welcome wagon is currently occupied, and the fact that Josι is a Gangrel who can probably take Haven in the earth, Dillon reckons they can spare a moment or two.

The Deputy stops near the Masked new fellow when his beeline to the stairs causes their paths to cross. Dillon's friendly smirk is remarkably polite, and genuine, considering recent events. The Beast within is not. It stalks the back of Dillon's psyche in an ever-present cloud of choking cinders and hellfire, sniffing that the fellow with three challengingly intrusive noses.

But as with Martha, or any other with the gifts of the Shroud, its verdict is human. Dillon knows better.

"Welcome to Sacramento, if you come peacefully." His husky voice is loaded with some inside joke. "And congratulations on your impeccable timing."

[Forn Clakes]

Continuing to look around the Court, Lime turned as he felt his own Beast stir, the screeching in his ears really starting to cause him the iota of mental pain, especially as it reacted to the young man with the boyish good looks and shoulders that appeared they could hold up a steam train. Finding some measure of control by swallowing away his cowardice, Lime gave the best smile he could muster given the circumstance and held up both hands in a placating fashion.

"No, no, I definetely come in peace, sir," Lime replies, keeping the ripple of doubt from his voice, and the slight confusion about timing. Glancing with his eyes, the neonate spotted the blood and mentally-gulped again. "I was wondering who I could speak with about getting Acknowledged, sir. You see, this is my first night and I really don't wish to break any rules or procedures, if you catch my drift, sir." Lime smiled again, really hoping he hadn't put his foot in it already. When he was done talking, Lime looked to the Brazilian man nearby and gave a welcome nod.

[Alice Brown]

Neil and Alice continue here

[Daniella Sage]

Catherine, Daniella and maybe Annalise continue here

[Max Heinz]

*His conversation with Chase cut short, Max makes his way quickly across Court and towards the Reeve's office. It was a place he knew well; it was strange for the former Sheriff to have such an uneasy feeling about approaching it now. He was pretty sure he wasn't in any trouble himself, but who knows what trouble had been stirred up tonight. And the fact that Tracy called him "Mr Heinz", instead of "Max" or even "Grand Wyrm", was double troubling.*

Ahh well, nothing to do but bite the bullet... *Max thinks to himself. Better a bullet than a stake...*