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    Martha Villiers's Avatar

    Martha Villiers

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    The Avalon. In the cellar vault, away from the press and bright lights of the nightclub it is quieter. Only the busy hum of soft voices can be heard speaking.

    Here the lights are low. The atmosphere is one of calm. Recessed lamps cast a soft glow and the scent of lavender fills the air.

    Tiny Martha with Dillon on a leather sofa in the Common area of the Court...allowing her a fine field of view to cast a watchful gaze over The Stairs and alternating her attentions to a copies of various large maps of Sacramento and printouts of PDF's stapled and piled neatly on a coffee table close to where they sit. Eagerly consulting the maps, making notes and reading through printouts, they are hard at work on some matter of Domain advancement.

    Marthe sits meekly and sweetly attired in an English school uniform: a neat straw boater, a black blazer...a pair of scholarly spectacles are perched on the end of her nose, she wears a long gymslip shows her legs to mid calf...her blond hair is tied into neat twin tails, each with the red ribbon bow. She wears a white kneesock on her flesh leg and a pair of carefully polished Oxford pattern shoes thanks to her C-Leg. A crisp white blouse is obvious where the gymslip reveals it, as is her red necktie tucked neatly into her gymslip. A satchel and a simple metal walking cane rest at her side are propped against the couch.
    Health: 8 Willpower: 7 Vitae: Safari - -1 Striking Looks +2
    Very English accent. Flaw: Limps badly - most of her left leg is missing. Eidetic Memory, Combat Aware'. Danger Sense. Trained Observer

  2. #2
    Dillon Connery's Avatar

    Onward Christian Soldier
    DILLON CONNERY

    Regent of Valencia
    Reeve of Sacramento
    Bishop of the Lancea et Sanctum
    Priscus of Clan Gangrel
    Aspect of the Predator

    Sacramento ••••
    Lancea Sanctum •
    Gangrel ••••

    Blush of Life active in public
    AotP disabled in Court


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    Dillon is sans a jacket tonight, wearing jeans with a striped shirt and tie. The tie itself is a Christmas gift that he treasures, though that doesn't keep him from wearing it loose enough to unbutton the top of his shirt. His dress boots are freshly polished, but still look rugged, and the leg of his pants hide the butterfly knife tucked into a leather side strap thereon.

    The Gangrel Deputy is leaned forward, with elbows on knees, and hands clasped loosely in front of his mouth. He is re-studying the maps they had lined out, and giving something a lot of careful thought. After a moment or two, he catches one of Martha's glances to the stairs, and lifts his chin to offer a slight smile. "Quiet tonight, isn't it?" Even this, he says a a library volume.

    Or he tries to, at least. But his deep voice carries easily.

    OOC
    Be polite. Be courteous. Show professionalism. And have a plan to kill everyone in the room.

    Blood Potency •••••
    Presence ••• (Disarming)
    Striking •• (Boyish Good looks)

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    Martha Villiers

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    "Indeed it is, sir!" she chuckled in agreement. Smiling she returned to her consultation of the maps and spreadsheets with Dillon.
    Health: 8 Willpower: 7 Vitae: Safari - -1 Striking Looks +2
    Very English accent. Flaw: Limps badly - most of her left leg is missing. Eidetic Memory, Combat Aware'. Danger Sense. Trained Observer


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    Catherine Keyes

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    Catherine moved down the stairs, an odd look on her face before she managed to compose herself. Who knew that the long, flowing dress would gain such attentions? At least she had foregone heels for something much more practical.

    She noticed the Herald pouring over her maps and sheets with the Priscus that had been called into Reeve Conner’s office. She did need to have a discussion with her over her personal desires sooner or later, and the opportunity was presenting itself. “Good Evening, Herald Villiers, Mister Connery. I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.

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    Martha Villiers

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    There is no Beast to alert her, so it was a chance glance up at the soft sound of shoes on The Stairs that caught her attention. Smiling and chirping cheerfully, Martha gestures with eagerness to beckon Catherine closer as, "Good evening, Miss Keyes! What a delight to see you...and such a splendid dress you have too!" she coos, sneaking a glance to the shoes on display as Catherine walks down The Stairs.

    "Do come over and join us! You find Deputy Connery and I reviewing matters of the Domain, but we are always happy to see a friendly face! Isn't that right, Deputy!" smiling, Martha beckons to one of the softly furnished chairs close to their improvised Table of Operations.

    With an almost mimed gasp, she spots the chair is busy! Martha hastily stands and gives Catherine a bashful smile as she hobbles the few paces to the chair indicated to Catherine. Gathering from the chair several variously colored college style document folders. The folders bulge with yet more spreadsheets and map printouts. Once she is certain the chair is clear, Martha sets the paperwork at her feet and perches back onto the sofa near Dillon. Still smiling. "Please do come and sit and join us! I hope you are well!"
    Health: 8 Willpower: 7 Vitae: Safari - -1 Striking Looks +2
    Very English accent. Flaw: Limps badly - most of her left leg is missing. Eidetic Memory, Combat Aware'. Danger Sense. Trained Observer

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    Catherine Keyes

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    Deputy? File that under ‘things to remember’. She nodded to the Deputy as the slightly taller Herald shuffled around. She could feel the serpent within her shaking and starting to rise defensively against the Deputy, she inwardly talked it down, there was no need to have such a confrontation -- not here, not now, and not so soon after the night previous.

    “Well, as long as I am not interrupting anything,” she said as she sat down carefully. “If you are working on matters of the domain, Herald, perhaps we could have that discussion that you mentioned at the family meeting?” she asked.

  7. #7
    Dillon Connery's Avatar

    Onward Christian Soldier
    DILLON CONNERY

    Regent of Valencia
    Reeve of Sacramento
    Bishop of the Lancea et Sanctum
    Priscus of Clan Gangrel
    Aspect of the Predator

    Sacramento ••••
    Lancea Sanctum •
    Gangrel ••••

    Blush of Life active in public
    AotP disabled in Court


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    Standing when Martha does, Dillon remains so as he offers a friendly, lopsided smile. "Good evening, Miss Keyes. Good to see that you stuck around, after that mess on the night of your arrival."

    Ever attempting to be the gentleman, Dillon makes a move to assist Martha with relocating the folders from the chair. But he is too slow for her. Hazel eyes shoot a fretful, useless look to the floor, but there is an amused shift in his grin. He takes his seat again after both of the Mekhet do, looking interested at the mention.

    The Beast, sensing nothing, merely stalks the Gangrel psyche... Snorting sulfurous smoke through six nostrils as it fantasizes about meeting 'Patches' again on the street some night in the future.
    Be polite. Be courteous. Show professionalism. And have a plan to kill everyone in the room.

    Blood Potency •••••
    Presence ••• (Disarming)
    Striking •• (Boyish Good looks)

  8. #8
    J
    Jester

    Jared parked the car in the club parking lot. It was a tiny little modest car -- nothing special, just an '05 Chevy Cavalier. It had seen better days, but then with a 7 year old disposable car, that was certainly to be expected. Taking the key out of the ignition, Jared looked at himself. He was going into an Elysium; that meant leaving the knives behind. Carefully he divested himself of assorted bladed implements, stashing them around the car, out of sight. He opened the door, grabbed his jacket, thought better of it, closed the car and entered the club.

    He could feel his beast already starting to growl in the background, somewhere between his brain and his heart. This was a social situation, probably on Invictus turf, since the entire covenant would have to be dead before they let one of the others be in charge. Neither of those things -- social situations or covenants -- were high on Jareds list of personal strengths. They made him nervous, and that made his Beast nervous. More so that he was without his blades. Still, he did his best to project a clean, respectfil image. He wore a simple, mono-black t-shirt that hung a little loose and dark coloured jeans. Well-worn runners rounded out his simple ensemble.

    He got into the club with little difficulty, paying the cover charge and reasoning that it would be worth it if they let him stick around. He needed to feed, and soon he would have to feed regardless of whether they let him or not. That, of course, made his Beast growl all the more loudly, as if it was making itself heard above the stacatto beat of the nightclub music. He stuck to the edges of the room and looked for a way downstairs.

    It didn't take long for them to find him. A couple of toughs approached him.

    "Evening gents," Jared began, trying to make it cordial. These weren't Kindred; his Beast regarded them as a walking meal. That would be a bad idea. Jared squashed it as quickly as he could.

    "Check him," one said to the other as the two led Jared down a side hallway.

    What followed was a rough yet thourough frisking. Probably warranted, but a little more warning would have been nice.

    "You can go downstairs," the speaker told him, pointing him to a staircase.

    "Thank you sirs," Jared said, attempting to put distance between him and anything disrespectful. It was time to play by the Invictus rules. Security left, returing to a position near the mouth of the hallway. Jared paused for a second at the top of the stairs, closed his eyes to steady himself where a mortal may have taken a few deep breaths, and began to walk down the stairs.

    He was careful to modulate his footsteps. He wanted to broadcast his presence, but not overwhelm with it. He was trying to avoid sneaking and catching anyone by surprise. If their informant networks were stellar they would already know he was coming, but having one nervous Beast and one surprised Beast could very well wind up with one dead Beast. So Jared made sure to warn them he was coming, but tried not to be obnoxious about it. At the same time he grabbed firm hold on his Beast and reined it in. Without weapons, his Beast just wanted to get out. And get weapons.

    As he proceeded down this seeming interminable staircase (it really was only about 12 steps, like any other staircase) he began to distiguish voices coming from the room below. They were animated, yet cheerful. His Beast identified them as competition. Kindred. Strange, how the Beast could tell these things. Jared wasn't certain if the Beast was right; after all, he had yet to meet the owners of those voices. The reaction to them may have been a combination of the Beast's already agitated state and Jared's mental perception that whomever was down here would be exclusively Kindred.

    His foot touched the floor at the bottom of the steps. This new subterranean environment was neat, clean. Spartan in its furnishings. It had a pleasant appeal, with simple decor that was, in its own way, strangely homey-feeling. Not over the top or austentatious at all, this was practical, yet nice.

    There, in what Jared assumed to be the Common area of the Court, was a small group of Kindred. Not knowing their names or titles, Jared elected to remain silent and wait for them to notice him. He was new Kindred, unfamiliar to them. The Beast would ring the doorbell, so to speak. It was already growling in him, urging him to retreat to his vehicle and return with knives so he could at least defend himself.

  9. #9
    Martha Villiers's Avatar

    Martha Villiers

    4
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    Tiny Martha, the one dressed in the Edwardian style school uniform with blond twin tails and an English accent, smiles as she spots Jared make his way down The Stairs. She clenches her tiny fists and makes to hurriedly adjust her straw boater as she wrestles to calm her Beast and silence its growling.

    After a few moments of fidgeting with her hat, she looks again to Catherine, then to Dillon and back to Jared.

    Her English accent is bright and friendly as she speaks, "Good evening, sir. You find yourself in one of the Elysia of the Ducal Domain of Sacramento. I do hope you come in peace, sir! It is all so tiresome when people do not! If you do come in peace and bring a friendly attitude with you, then you are most welcome!" she begins with obvious sincerity. "My name is Miss Martha Villiers. I have the honor to serve His Grace, the Alder Clarke, the Prince of this Domain, as both his Herald and Mistress Keeper of his Elysia." a happy smile, she begins to gesture to Dillon the Catherine, "This is stalwart gent is Deputy Connery...and this delightful lady is Miss Keyes. May we help you in some way, sir?" her question seems genuine and she peers to Jared over the rims of her scholarly spectacles now. It is not a harsh gesture, seemingly one of genuine interest.
    Health: 8 Willpower: 7 Vitae: Safari - -1 Striking Looks +2
    Very English accent. Flaw: Limps badly - most of her left leg is missing. Eidetic Memory, Combat Aware'. Danger Sense. Trained Observer

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    J
    Jester

    The question, posed over the glasses, seemed innocent enough; coupled with the innocent aura of the woman posing it, Jared was able to bring his Beast under firm control. He took a few steps forward.

    "Thank you, Miss Villiers," Jared said, inclining his head towards the petite Herald. It would not do to ignore these others, either. Jared was well aware of the society he now lived in. Much as it was uncomfortable, it would need to be done, and sooner was better. "A pleasure, Deputy Connery, Miss Keyes." Again Jared issued a slight nod to each indicated person.

    Jared turned his attention back to the Herald."My name is Jared Fierce, recently come to Sacramento. I had hoped to be able to stay for a time, if I am welcome."

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