Posting this in the main thread as well, to lesson the confusion of later readers.
Asa, Erika, and Velma continue here...
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Posting this in the main thread as well, to lesson the confusion of later readers.
Asa, Erika, and Velma continue here...
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Dirge and Companion
Two more figures quietly join the throng. Dirge is dressed in a white skirt and a blue blouse with crisp new heels clacking on her feet. Necklaces and chains adorn her neck, spilling down her chest with some wild abandon. Not all of this is noticeable, however, given she is also waring a battered, dark coat, that hangs almost to the floor - a lucky occurrence, given that the hem is quite crusted with dried mud. Tonight she has wrapped a blue scarf, as thin as gauze, over her eyes and tied it with an artful knot on the left side of her head; her dark hair tumbles down on her right - a silken waterfall juxtaposing the knot. She leads with her right hand, clasped lightly around her cane.
A man walks beside her, his right arm draped lightly over her shoulders. Not particularly tall, he nevertheless cuts an imposing figure with his brooding eyes, rangy strength and nordic good looks. With his blonde hair and broad shoulders, he appears as a lothario, were it not for the headband better suited to a barbarian king from an 80s fantasy flick. He wares his cheap shirt open and to best effect. Leather pants, accentuated by a thick red sash, and boots complete his ensemble. His dark eyes smoulder; Dirge, left arm linked with his right, gives his hand a supportive squeeze.
Together, they advance into Court.
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Dirge and Companion
The pair wander the floor before focussing their attention on Martha's little company...
Douglas would have been admiring the scene and decor of the room if 'admiring' was the right word. His look as he gazed around the room perhaps had a hint of judgement at each item of his focus. Each article was individually weighed in his internal system of what is right and what is wrong.
It was second nature to him now.
His hands remained in his suit pockets as he walked, the front now unbuttoned. Occasionally he would walk past some words being spoken that would catch his fleeting interest before he continued his trek around the unfamiliar room to him. I wonder what it is about this kind of... style that entices people. Particularly the Damned. What could the appeal really be...?
Eventually he made his way to the Daeva section, where he decided he would stay, at least for the moment, as he felt was his duty in this particular meeting.
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James pats the pocket with the number once as he departs from Ms Bingen's company. First social call in a new city and no one got staked. Not a real accomplishment considering how long he had been doing this, but between his experience with the Invictus and his sympathy for the Salt Lake City Lancea Sanctum he was just glad to be able to screw around a little again.
He took a deep breathe as he makes his way to Clan Gangrel. So many stronger Beasts, but he had already procrastinated long enough. It was time to meet the family, or at least most of the family.
James Bolton continues here.
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His conversation with Erika over, Asa moved over to the Savage Banner.
Continued in [1404] Beneath Banner Gangrel...
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Dirge and Gunnar
Dirge and her companion gently detach themselves from the group orbiting the tiny Herald. With determined steps, Dirge is escorted to the table under the Nosferatu banner. Once Dirge is settled, Gunnar strides over to the Daeva table.
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As his exchange with Emma comes to a close, Asa notices Martha ( Chrisie ).
"Good evening, Miss Villiers," he greeted her. "All done with..."
Asa made a gesture towards where she had been with the cluster of Kindred.
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Martha came closer and bobbed a respectful curtsy to Asa. Rising from her curtsy she nodded happily. Wide eyed and pleased to be speaking with The Prince;
"Good evening, Your Grace! Yes, thank you, Your Grace, we have completed our conversations for the present!"
Leaning hard on her cane, she watched Asa...as if obediently awaiting instructions.
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