(1304) Heaven & Hell Court

**Ciara Maskelyne** · Apr 11th, 2013 03:32 AM

Madam Ciara Maskelyne, Priscus of Lords
Blood Potency 4
Presence 4 (Magnetic)
Striking Looks 2 (European Beauty)

If the theme for the evening was angels and demons, the tall Lordess played the part to the hilt. Ciara usually tried to keep her outfits reserved, if not a little quirky, while in the company of other Kindred at official city affairs. But tonight, all bets were off and the thin Ventrue had fully indulged her particular sense of style.

Her normally dark hair was now shock white; allowed to drape freely around her thin frame, partially obscuring the well defined face of the female Ventrue. Her outfit was equally as white and free-flowing. Part strapless toga, part over-sized shawl; the thin material flowed and moved with Ciara, the loose ends draped over her drifting softly as she made her way into the club.

Even her skin was bleached, far beyond even the normal paleness her undead flesh usually exhibited in the company of fellow Kindred. It continued on under the soft folds of fabric, perhaps leading one to wonder just how far the unusual make-up extended. The only color on the woman came from the dark make-up around her eyes, the pale pink lipstick, and a soft decoration on her skin.

Running along the left hand side of her body, an intricate scroll work in pale blue worked it's way from her forehead down to her fingertips, across her chest and down the corresponding leg, into the white heels that clicked and clacked softly with each graceful step. She also sported a pair of feathered wings. Worn almost as a backpack, the avian appendages were secured by two straps of soft, white velvet that ran over her shoulders and under her arms.

She takes a moment to study the two stairways, pondering the idea of heading into Hell to stir things up a little. But in the end, she decides to head to Heaven for the first part of the night. She might was well see who chose to present themselves as innocent for the evening...

As Ciara makes her way up to the Mezzanine, she takes a moment to study those who were already arrived for the night's festivities and let the crush of Beasts both familiar and new wash over her. The only one who rose up to challenge her own power was a familiar one; Ms Cohen, who was presently downstairs. It was a little surprising to see how many Kindred had chosen to start the evening downstairs. They should probably be happy Court wasn't being held at Asylum...

Apr 11th, 2013 04:58 AM

The little monk felt like a daeva. Almost. It was not as if he was worried about wrestling with the urge to flail and grind up against the first skimply clad kindred to what was supposed to be music these days. But, he had not expierence this level of vain, self absorption and preening in a very long. He felt like he was down right glutonous at the moment.

Deciding that dressing up for the Court event was in the spirit of Change, the monk had taken to the street looking for an appropriate suit. He had intended something white for the 'nice' part of the theme, perhaps with a red or black accent. What he had found, well he knew his mental strutting about was definetly Pride.

Stepping out of the taxi, Teo smoothed the front of his suit. And what a suit it was. At a glance the simple black lines were reminiscent of his dress as a soldier of Christ but on closer inspection, a dragon was present. So very much like himself. It was as if God himself had inspired the tailor with his loyal servant in mind. With a shave and a little gel the Dragon knew he must look years if not decades younger. Walking the short distance between the taxi and the Avalon entrance he caught two women, who were not all that old, give him peculiar smiles out of the corner of his eye. Entering the club, he arched an eyebrow when he realized what it was, admiring appraisal. He had not been the recipient of such looks since probably the 1980s. His pride further fed, he paused and pondered which way to proceed. The path to Hell to minister to the Damned? Or the path to Heaven and his rightful place as a Christian? It was quite tempting to take the path of Hell, as it was in life. But rather predictably, he choose the higher path. Walking up the stairs with a self assured smile, he mentally braced him for the press of beasts. When he reached Heaven, he was glad he did. Two strong beasts washed over him and his smile hardened as he felt the Serpent writhe and flex under the Coils that bound it to it's cave. There were weaker beasts too. His face softened back into that same self assured smile as a shiver of guilty pleasure ran down his spine. Base thoughts of slapping down those who were weaker and most assuredly not Dragons distracted him for a second. One would suppose that a Christian should not have thoughts about beating his fellows to the ground and standing on them. But there were undoubtedly Crone downstairs and who else needed a good beating? He supposed the Serpent was like a broken clock; usually wrong, but every so often...

Walking to the railing he surveys the crowd below still smiling. Of course Hell had a bigger crowd. Spotting Chase Ankers below, Teo gives his fellow Dragon a wink if he manages to catch his eye. Turning his attention to the 'choirs of angels' Teodor arches an eyebrow at the rather lovely angel (@Anabella Prieto ) who thankfully was not morbidly thin and Madam Maskeylne's daring outfit. And there was the matter of the Spear. Teo was doing his level best to remind himself that guilt being thrust upon him was not his own but the Haunt's. The question was, speak with the apparent new arrival or with the Madam? Admiring and pondering a moment longer, Teo deciding speaking with the Ventrue was the most courteous thing to do. As he approaches Ciara Maskelyne he nods in greeting "Good evening Madam Maskelyne."

**Emma French** · Apr 11th, 2013 10:52 AM

Emma felt her beast roar and whine as Father Thomas approached and Ciara entered heaven. Emma mentally calmed herself and beast while smiling at Zach and Father Thomas. Her eyes darkened to dark green with the effort. "Good Evening Father."She gave a friendly nod to the Father. She then smiled at Zach, "Mr. Griffiths, I am happy to say it's now Dr. French. I have finally finished my studies." Her grin broadens. It still thrilled her how much things have changed over the years. "How are you both this evening?" Emma kept in mind that she actually wanted to speak to both gentlemen about a project, she could talk to them both at one time. Face to face was much better then in an email, letter, or text. She made up her mind that tonight was a good night to start. Her smile brightened and she felt a surge of confidence.

**Asa** · Apr 12th, 2013 08:57 AM

Twist
Mask of Tranquility
Presence ●●● (Seductive), Striking Looks ●● (Delicate)

Asa Clarke
Mask of Tranquility
Presence ●●●●● (Charismatic/Commanding), Striking Looks ●● (Dignified)

Asa and Twist arrive together, dressed for the occasion -- and no question as to which theme they've chosen.

The petite Daeva is striking, appearing nude at first glance, but closer inspection revealing it to be a body suit covered in red and crimson sparkles. Nude shoes decorated in sparkling flames and the signature Louboutin splash of red on the heel complete the look. Like a proper escort, Asa's crimson tuxedo is more subdued, complementing rather than distracting from Twist . As attention demanding as her outfit is, he almost seems a shadow, or long lick of dark flames beside her.

Without pause, they ascend they ascend the crimson stairs on the left. They pause, whether to take in the upper gallery and those below, or to give their inner predators a moment to adjust, unknown. Although none of the bared Beasts present inspire fear, they are all a source of constant inner rage.

Finally, they descend into Court proper.

**Mike** · Apr 12th, 2013 05:33 PM

The Priest smiled at the Doctor. "Thank you, Doctor. I'm doing well. Yourself?"

His attention is captured by the entry of the city elders. He turned so that the Prince and Royal Archon were recipients of his full attention. As they entered this 'heaven' the Nos bowed his head, and stood to the side. Should they walk past him he will wait until they are beyond to straighten himself. There are many predator's in the room. The Priscus of Lord's so dangerous, yet without the beasts of the eldest the Father knows that those two are the greatest of monsters in the room.

Apr 12th, 2013 08:31 PM

Dale Keter arrives early, but after several Kindred have already arrived. He had intended to be one of the first, if not the first to arrive, so he doesn't seem so out of place in this city, with all its rules and regulations regarding the Requiem. And so many powerful Beasts! Dale found himself unconsciously breathing heavily at the overwhelming power of those gathered, never mind that he only need air to speak. He did, however, avoid reactivating his inert organs, or what John called the "Blush of Life." He at least had that much discipline. There were so many stronger than him that even those at his level seemed terrifying, the rage he should've felt overwhelmed by fear. Still, he tried his best to calm himself down.

And yet there were those who didn't display the Predator's Taint, but were given due deference by some of the stronger Kindred. What was it John said about this? The Mask of Tranquility? Or something like that.

He found a few at his level, including one rather attractive woman in a sexy angel outfit. Can the Mask be used to display a weaker Beast than normal? John never told Dale if the Mask only completely "turned off" the "vampire radar," or could be used to make one appear weaker than she really is. Better stay away from that femme fatale, lest I draw unwanted attention.

Dale wore a simple white outfit that made him look like a brown Colonel Sanders. String tie, white suit, white pants, ornamental glasses, and bleached hair combined to achieve the look.

Anyway, he was here for two things. One, to introduce himself to his Clan Priscus, Ms. Maskelyne, two, to talk to Grand Wyrm Heinz about finding a place to live, and three, well, he was here for three things, three, to be a responsible member of Kindred society. This is Dale's first Court appearance ever, as most of the cities he has been to didn't have large enough vampire populations to support a feudal hierarchy. Being a Prince in a city with only three to four vampires doesn't really command much respect.

And so Dale stands in a corner, trying to stifle his heavy breathing, waiting for someone to approach him. Maybe that nice lady, Ms. Martha Villiers, will be here. She seemed approachable enough.

Apr 13th, 2013 01:32 AM

Albert watched with captivated interest the unearthly beauty that was his priscus, Ciara Maskelyne . Seems I have died and gone to Heaven. He started to walk over until Raluca beat him to it. He was mildly bothered but the neonate gave the old man credit for what it was worth. Albert noted to make time with his Priscus when her attention wasn't so coveted.

Surveying the assembly of "Heavenly" creatures, the Ventrue spotted the tall gorgeous Kindred - something about her suggested a royal bearing - perhaps she was a genuine Princess ? Sawyer walked over to the woman, his Beast crying out for her blood as he approached. No, not here, especially not now.

He calmly stated his name to her, "Hello, Albert Sawyer. Pleasure to meet you."

**Claire Edmonton** · Apr 13th, 2013 04:24 AM

"Claire Tunt, charmed," she replies simply, giving him a good look.

The impulse was clear, and simple - This one is vulnerable, foolish, beneath you - end it now. - and just as simple to disregard. She emphatically breathed (or gave a good show at the appearance of it, at least) as the tension roiled through her. Her face shifted from polite and charming socialite to dispassioned dilettante and back again as good manners had to be set aside, if just for an instant, as the Will to Conquer arose in her. It certainly didn't help that his cheap suit made a haughty ally of some part of the woman with the beast about how this little... imposter? Vermin clearly didn't deserve to be here.

All of this quite improper internal dialogue went no further, of course - proper breeding, rearing, and training were quite incompatible with getting one's hands dirty so grotesquely or making a terrible scene at a party - especially one held by such an esteemed local official as Mr. Clarke. Prince Clarke. I do hope I have the pleasure to meet him this evening. But first, this one.

"What brings you out tonight, Mr. Sawyer?" she asks, smiling politely, an apparently obvious and silly question.

**Chris Wooding** · Apr 13th, 2013 10:02 AM

Oh the delights of Official Court. A whole puppet show on one hand, a deadly masquerade on the other. Heaven and Hell. What a theme. Is hell always naughty? Chris would rather say it is a terrible place full of Demons and whatnot. But dressing up like that would not in any way be Courtly. And for only a second, he considered going as an angel, but attaching wings to a suit might be too easy. And why would a Hierophant go to Heaven? Why deny the prejudices?

So Hell it is. His first thoughts were to arrive as a cruel satanist, clearly appearing to be used to life near the fiery pits. But again, not Courtly. So a tuxedo it is, and the details have to do the job. The naughty part is his untied bow tie and his shirt halfway unbuttoned. Then closer inspection would reveal the devilish accessories. Now visible is his necklace, a pentagram turned upside down with the face of Baphomet. Several rings around his fingers show similar symbols.

Then, to add a joke, this time he does wear a name tag on his chest. It reads "Devil's Advocate". Gotta have at least one movie reference. Satisfied with his outfit, he descends the stairs towards the Hellish part of Avalon. Step by step. Slowly, trying to stay composed while facing all the Demons beneath him... not to forget some Archangels above.

Apr 13th, 2013 12:23 PM

Albert and Claire continued here

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