JUSTIN KINCAID
The Manikin walked into the hall, his nascent Mantle surrounding him in a warm feeling of let's go. It was not unlike the restrained perception that one could get by looking at a high-performance car parked in a showroom and knowing that it was there to go. He was dressed in a black shirt, black vest and very dark grey leather pants out of a nod to the soon to be dominant season. A bright red necktie broke up the monotony and served as a badge of his Summer allegiance.
Justin's Outfit
Justin's situational awareness was somewhat limited - he couldn't pick up on the subtle undercurrents that played through the room - and he didn't follow Freehold gossip that would have otherwise enabled him to keep up with the script. But it was Summer's duty to keep a vigil for anything that could possibly pose a threat to the gathered Lost, and with his new title came new responsibilities. Giving his King a bow of the head as he made his way into the gathering, the Manikin acquired some bottled water and found a good spot to watch the event as it unfolded.
JUNO MANTISERRA
Juno rarely attended any gatherings of the Lost and her individual social interactions were becoming few and far between.
The last time she had stepped foot into the Four Seasons was back in Spring, and the new faces reminded her that when she was the Sage Escort and required to keep up with such things at least she had a good idea who people were. Now she hadn't the first clue. She had even managed to forget the names of some of the newer arrivals to the Spring Court.
Juno was dressed in a black t-shirt with the band logo for Arkhamin Kirjasto across the front, a pair of black bondage paints, and a worn pair of boots. With her black and greyscale tattoo sleeves, she cut quite a somber image indeed. The fact that she had a Spring mantle that perfumed the air around her with the scent of dew-touched grass was a startling contrast.
Giving Terri a wave, but not wanting to interrupt her conversation, the Manticoress waited for a chance to step up to the buffet. Her tail curled slightly as the interesting scents reached her discerning Feline nostrils.
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