(1303) Ordo Dracul

**Max Heinz** · Mar 5th, 2013 11:09 AM

With the Debate wrapped up and at least one new member joining their ranks; Max decided now would be the best time to gather the city's Dragons. He needed to explain how things would work in Florin in detail; and it had been a while since the Order had come together in an official meeting. So, tonight the Chapter House is well illuminated, light spilling out of the downstairs windows; welcoming the various Slave, Supplicants, and Scholars to the evening's gathering.

Max's Ghoul stands outside, waiting to open the Chapter House's double doors to those that arrived; instructing them to head upstairs to the Private Library. She's dressed in her usual period costume, eagerly awaiting the now familiar faces of those that considered the house a second home.

Upstairs, Max waited patiently in the Library for the others to begin arriving; dressed in his usual black slacks, vest, tie, and white shirt. At the largest table in the room he's set out 11 chairs, 6 on either side and one that the head of the table. In the middle is a large map of Sacramento, with the Regency of Florin, his Regency now, outlined in neon blue Hi-Liter.

Mar 5th, 2013 06:44 PM

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Slave huh? Going to need to sort that out in short order...

The newest addition to the ranks of the Ordo Dracul made very sure to be amongst the first to arrive. As the lowest rung on the ladder there were a few ways to distinguish oneself, and punctuality was almost universally appreciated. Especially in the kuan. As a sifu he tended to give out punishments to those who turned up late, so he did his best not to be late for others.

He smiled at Max's ghoul as he entered and then headed for the library.

"Good evening Grand Wyrm ( Max Heinz ). Thanks for those references you recommended, always wise to start at the beginning." He gave Max a broad smile and a short bow of respect for his position. It was going to be an interesting night. His first official meeting as part of a Covenant. Cal was really looking forward to it.

Mar 5th, 2013 11:23 PM

Climbing off his bicycle and parking it out of the way, the little monk walked to the front door. Dressed in his usual black cassock, woven rosary with his satchel over his shoulder, he greeted Samantha with a cheerful "Good evening Miss!" and made his way up stairs.

Stepping into the library The Serpent rose and hissed at the weaker beast that lurked in the Deputy. "Good evening Grand Wyrm." he said with a bow of his head as he forced the demon back into its little cubby hole. "Slave McCann." he nods to the newest member of the Ordo. "I hope your evenings have been productive and pleasant thus far." He walks over to the table and looks over the chairs and the map. Waiting no more than a not heart-beat he places his satchel down in the middle chair on the right side.

Mar 6th, 2013 05:12 AM

After reciving directions from the help to where the meeting was being held, Bradley made his way up the stairs. The brightly lit building warps his face into a scowl, because tonight he isn't wearing his standard fare. There's no hood or gloves or sunglasses to keep out the unceasing press of light against his dead flesh, his eyes were already bloodshot and a disquieting eczema was already appearing around the corners of his eyes and where the fingernails would be on a man, his had fallen out long ago. His suit is a grey that might have been white once, now it isn't too far off from his dead skin, save for some faint stains around the collar. Bloodstains, old ones - wherever he got the suit, he likely didn't spend money to get it.

He looks better in his ratty street clothes. In the suit there's little more than bad lighting that can hide the fact that he isn't human any longer.

His eyes narrow at the expected presence of one vampire, but the other two's location, look and manner identified their nature well enough. "I am Bradley Doyle and my position in the Academy is that of a Slave." He draws a finger across the back of one of the chairs with one of his dry and inflamed fingers, as if caressing a lover's shoulder or searching for dust. "Is there a particular seating arrangement that we follow here?"

**Tracy Burns** · Mar 6th, 2013 07:25 AM

Tracy had been out patrolling the surroundings areas that night before returning to the Chapter House for the meeting. As she arrived, the sounds of her bike pulling outside the house could be heard even from inside the walls of the three story Victorian home. The Gangrel Supplicant was wearing a rather casual outfit that evening, considering she opted for more comfortable clothes when patrolling. Besides, they also allowed her to blend in amongst the Kine of Sacramento.

Stepping through the front door of the house, the petite redhead said hi to Samantha and offered her a sweet smile before heading to the second floor. She figured that the meeting would be taking place in the library, just like it had when Max had first introduced her as a prospective member of the Order to the rest of the Dragons in Sacramento. Tonight he may be introducing someone else, she mused to herself as she reached the doors to the library.

As she stepped inside, the animal inside let out an angry, defiant snarl at the only other Beast it could sense in its vicinity. However, Tracy put it back in its place, exerting control over her own Beast like she had done many times before. Once she was sure that the animal wouldn't snap at her fellow Deputy, the redheaded Savage turned to address the Kindred in the room, starting with Max. "Good evening Grand Wyrm Heinz," she said to the thin Mekhet, a smirk touching the corner of her lips.

"Brother Raluca," she said with a nod and a sweet smile to the grandfatherly Shadow. "Slave McCann." With those words, she gave the Daeva a quick nod. It had only been a few months since she had stood in his place, being new to the Order and only holding the title of Slave. Thus, she could empathize with his current situation, of not knowing what to expect. Yet, she remember how exciting it had been, and how much she had learned over the past few months, which eventually led to her own first Chrysalis.

With her attention turning back to the one Kindred she did not know or recognize, the petite Gangrel took a few steps towards the guy. "I do not believe we have met before," she said to the Haunt, stretching out a hand towards him. And just as she did that, Tracy couldn't help but feel that the stranger was uncomfortably close to her, which caused a frown to manifest upon her brow. What the hell?

Tracy's outfit

Mar 6th, 2013 03:42 PM

After making his excuses Dr Drake arrived at the Chapter house, paying the taxi and strolling down to the looming building.dressed it the dark suit he kept for formal occasions. he nodded at the woman who tended the foyer and made his way up the stairs towards the library, slipping into the the order which lay in these old establishments, his mind clearing from the chaos of the outside world.
As he opened the door of the library it was like stepping into a furnace, his eye twiched slightly as he crushed his beast back into his subconcious, and stepped in. "I, am Anthony Drake, and my position is that of suplicant in this academy." having delt with the formalities he paced to a seat oppisite the chair the ragged looking one had claimed, feeling the subtle taint of another's curse brushing against him, he seemed nearer somehow, more learing than before, but with his own curse filling the air like a miasma, he knew better than to comment, people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones though he did feel a litle pity for the rest of the people who would have to endure both of them for the meeting.

**Chase Ankers** · Mar 6th, 2013 04:55 PM

The Lord parked his Cadillac CTS-V Coupe in the gravel driveway of the Chapter House. Tonight he wore a typical suit and tie to the affair, since it was an official meeting rather than a social. However, he had been here many times already and approaching it felt natural, having discarded the anxiety of arriving at so spectacular a building. The lights made it really come alive, and the other vehicles in the lot made it seem like a party was going on.

Chase approached the front door and was greeted by Max's Ghoul whom he nodded politely to, thanking her as she opens the door for him. The Lord hangs his overcoat on the coat-rack in the Foyer's corner and looks about, wondering where the meeting itself was to be held. It isn't difficult by the soft murmurs and shuffling sounds coming the Library, and Chase heads there, opening the door and allowing himself to enter.

Immediately Chase feels the Beast of Teodor Raluca & Tracy Burns, both suffocating his own Beast and inspiring that familiar fear in himself. Callum's too added its own blend to the levels of ferocity. But such discomforts were anticipated and it only required him a moment to gather his resolve. However, the Lord did not expect the unfamiliar faces that dotted the room in two places. One, who's presence seemed disturbing in itself, though who offered no Beast to suggest a rival. Still, it was plain to see that they were no Mortal, the pale skin and sickly pallor could only be Kindred.

The other was much the same, clearly Vampiric, whose appearance was unsettling to look at. Nosferatu, thought Chase with an inward sigh. Somehow these Haunts had climbed out of whatever rat hole they had been burrowed in to petition to join the Ordo Dracul. He wondered if Max would be willing to entertain them, considering the lack of success their Clan had exhibited in Court on past occasions.

Finding the Grand Wyrm patiently awaiting his guests, Chase approached with a modest bow to their Covenant leader. "Good evening, Grand Wyrm. I've come as requested. I see we have...additional guests this evening." His formality barely hid his discomfort with the mentioned visitors.

Chase's Outfit

**Aileen McFarlane** · Mar 6th, 2013 05:48 PM

Parking along the other cars and bikes, Aïleen could only notice that she would be among the last to come. Perhaps she would more easily fit into the crowd and be left to herself ? It sounded unlikely though, but she minded less now than befire. She was getting a sense of familiarity, a level of comfort and trust with the other Dragons of Sacramento. As she entered, even the familiar feel of their Beasts was more a token of their presence than an actual threat. It didn't prevent Sobek from shirking, of course, but to no avail. She was indeed gaining a greater control over it by the day, and she was glad for it.

The petite Mekhet entered the building in her usual black dress, and was about to smile, when she noticed two strangers were with them. She gasped, and tried to grasp the wall when she felt the familiar spinning of her head at the sight of an unnerving Haunt ( moreau ).

OOC

Mar 6th, 2013 07:22 PM

Drake shows up to the meeting and enters quietly. He nods at the ghoul as she opens the door, and moves quietly up the stairs, his brow furrowed as if his mind is occupied. He's dressed rather plainly for the Daeva's normal habits, a well tailored but plain black suit, a muted winter-green shirt with a pale pink tie. The greatest contrast was the paleness of his skin, as the Daeva had specifically avoided the Blush.

Entering the Library, his Beast rose and growled, though half-heartedly despite the unfamiliar faces. Nodding to the Grand Wyrm, and those others whom he'd recognized. As his gaze crossed one, who's unblinking glare had Drake's hackles rising, he then felt himself square his shoulders as if to command his own personal space as he looked at this other new face. He had not met many Haunt's and these two seemed to have rather imposing curses...Perhaps time and exposure will permit...acclimation.

Otherwise Drake found himself an open space and sat quietly for the moment.

**Martha Villiers** · Mar 7th, 2013 05:40 AM

She had being out on Patrol of the grounds of the Chapter House. The Lake had, as it usually did, grabbed her attention.

She's taken time to also lay flowers on the graves of the several horses who had given their lives to help feed a former Grand Wyrm in his moment of crisis.

As she hobbled into the House by the rear entrance and made her way to meet Max in his command centre. Martha was expecting to meet Beasts and was ready for them. She paused at the door to the room, smiled at those gathered and dipped a curtsy to the Regent. Rising from her curtsy she took time to calm her own Beast.

So it was with a more confident demeanour that Martha limped into the room. Nodding again to cheerily greet those present.

She smelled of the fresh air and the damp grass by the lake. Petite Martha is dressed sweetly in what looks to be an Edwardian English school uniform: a black 'winter pattern' felt broad brimmed cap...it carries a small embroidered cap badge showing some heraldic crest that matches the one of the embroidered badge on her neat black blazer. A pair of scholarly wire-framed spectacles are perched on the end of her nose. Her long ebony dark hair is tied into two long twin tails with red silk ribbon bows.

Tonight she wears a black pleated skirt with a hemline a whole daring inch above her single knee. This reveals her remaining lower leg with its black kneesock to be slim, trim and neatly toned. Her left leg appears to be an obvious above the knee replacement metallic C-Leg.

"Good evening, Grand Wyrm...fellow esteemed Dragons." she offered a respectful nod to them all before resting on her simple metal walking cane, then falling quiet to watch and listen and wait to see what would happen next.

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-03-06 17:44:43		Aïleen rolls 3 to BP 3 to Dream Visions (10 Again)		8, 6, 7		1 success

(1303) Ordo Dracul

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