(1304) Heaven & Hell Court

[Max Heinz]

As the Grand Wyrm watches, and feels, more Kindred making their way into Court, he knows he has to let Tracy get to her job of watching over the city's dignitaries. And as much as he would like to spend the evening by his lover's side, he knew he had responsibilities as well; both as the leader of the Ordo Dracul and as the Domain's newest Regent.

"I suppose I had better go mingle. Don't want people to think I'm becoming snooty now that I'm a Regent. Try not to stake anyone tonight, hmm?

Unless you're ordered to; in which case let me know if you need a hand..." He slips his arm from her's, but keeps his voice low even as he offers the female Dragon his usual odd-ball smile. Max ponders kissing the lovely Gangrel on the cheek, or some other form of affection; but decides against it after a few moments thought. No matter how much things had changed in the past year, no matter how much he had changed in the past year; Max was a reserved man in public; both because of the social mores he lived by as a mortal, and by his very nature.

At a loss for anything particularly witty or charming to say in parting, he simply reaches out and places his hand on top of hers. He gives it a gentle squeeze, then slowly drifts away towards the stairs down to Hell. Because, after all the sins he had committed in his Requiem, Max was certainly no angel...

Max leaves Heaven and makes his way down to the Hell portion of Court

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon snorts a quiet laugh as the mental image of Dog giving him the single-finger salute replays in his mind. Which is exactly what he did when it happened; grin broadening for a moment without comment.

It might seem a double standard, considering how stern he's been with others. Not just in recent months, but during his entire tenure in Sacramento. And the truth is, were it any other Kindred, he might have at least cocked a questioning eyebrow at where the man chose to throw something like that out.

But Dog has proven himself. He has a Domain title, however narrow or specific in focus it may be. And flipping off your Priscus --even in Court-- is a far cry from threatening him or another Official in view of the public.

The only thing Dog is threatening is... well...

Glad he didn't compliment me on my purdy mouth.

A quick head count of the two areas reveal that things are split a little more even than the Reeve would have expected. Things still seem to favor Damnation, but surely any Kindred who is honest with themselves can admit the validity of that. Any Kindred who accepts that their condition is a supernatural one, and that a Final Judgement may be a reality, that is.

"For wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction," Dillon murmurs to himself absently. "Narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it."

Catching sight of Max Heinz ' transition into this level, the Reeve shoots him a purposeful nod. They have things to discuss that the theme tonight lends much irony to. But Dillon will leave it up to the Regent as to whether or not he wishes to discuss it here.

[Martha Villiers]

Martha turned to Teo as he addressed her. She smiles and twirled her parasol gently over her shoulder again. A subtle action. The yellow cotton catching the lamplight. The patches of shadows showing only occasionally. The small Shadows smile was genuine and clear. Her immediate project is on hold as she greets the monk. "Ahhh...good evening, Brother Teodor! I do hope you are well and have no illness or mishap to abhor!"

There's another twirl of her parasol as she meets his gaze with gentle blue eyes.

[Velma]

Heaven & Hell

Due to recent events for Velma it would surely be more Hell than Heaven.

But that didn’t meant she couldn’t have some fun, after all she was a Daeva, and like all Daeva emotions ran wild in her bloodstream, like an addict, she craved for them, they gave her life purpose, but then she had to live with the consequences.

Nevertheless in the end it mattered little, tonight everyone would have something to talk about, a glimpse of the intrigue they secretly coveted to make part of, or a dent in someone’s reputation to gnaw upon… she was decided to give them plenty to talk about.

So there was the succubus turned angel.

Pristine white dress, white wings span in full length, platinum blond hair, redemption given shape and form in the profane carcass of a demon.

Velma navigated upwards to join the celestial chorus, for all to bask in her light.

She had to find another angel to help her, her eyes searched for her as the press of the beasts fell upon her, angel or demon everyone here possessed something darker.

Tonight’s court was all about redemption for her…

[Chris Wooding]

Shortly after Max Heinz descended into Hell he is approached by Chris Wooding. The Priscus makes a bow of proper respect for the Grand Wyrm Regent.

'Good evening Regent Heinz,' he looks up from his bow with a polite smile, 'I hope the evening finds you well tonight?'

After the greeting Chris turn to the woman behind him. 'I would like to introduce you to the newly arrived Anabella Prieto , Daeva of the Ordo Dracul. Miss Prieto, please meet Grand Wyrm Max Heinz, Regent of Florin.'

[Max Heinz]

Chris, Anabella, and Max continued HERE.

[Velma]

Velma’s eyes scout through the gathering of assembled kindred searching for her angel…

There she was, clad in amaranth red with a yellow halo as bright as the long forgotten sun.

Velma moved to approach her and her company, the elderly looking kindred with whom she was sharing company. She had to make haste.

Martha and Theo and Velma!