(1404) Beneath Banner Ventrue

[Moonfang]

From his seat under the Ventrue banner, Roderick watches the comings and goings of the Court. Both elbows on the table as one open hand covers a tightened fist, flexing like it was crushing a stress ball as he rests his head against it. He took his attention off of the anger he was fanning inside when Dirge entered. He had given her a false identity when they had meet. I'll have to see if I can correct that tonight.

There was another new face, one that strode though the club and to the Daeva banner. He was starting to worry he might be sitting alone under Ventrue. Makes sense, I suppose. Hollywood, LA, West Coast lifestyles. I suppose it attracts their kind.

[Hildegarde Bingen]

With nothing left to do, Hildegarde moved with poised slowness. Her movement allowed her to survey the scene and choose where she would go next. The little group around the Herald seemed a little excessive... especially now that the Succubi Priscus had detached herself from the Prince. That left joining Roderick under the banner of their shared Blood - the Savages, Shadows and Haunt's were already marshalling beneath their respective flags.

The Lord felt a sudden stab of pride - had not the Count waxed lyrical on how exclusive their family was?

Hildegarde moved with sedate ease to her appointed table. By the time she folded herself into a seat, a suitably dignified pose had locked her limbs once more.

[Moonfang]

Roderick was still in the mist of fuming over what had occurred when Hildegarde joined him at the table. He continued to squeeze a fist in his hand, a physical representation of the debate inside himself between sheathing his fist or using it how he wants. He gives his fellow Ventrue a nod in greeting when she sits but says nothing more as he stares off into the distance.

[Hildegarde Bingen]

Hildegarde returns Roderick's nod but does not intrude further on his brooding silence. Instead she sits, quiet and poised, while she puts her skills to good use, unpicking the decor and the Court setting for hidden meaning.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-04-17 22:45:20		Hildegarde perceives.... rolls 4 to Wits + Socialise (10 Again)		3, 5, 8, 6		1 success

[Moonfang]

Roderick pulls himself away to contemplating how to make August pay for what he did so he could listen to the Prince's announcement. Once it was over, he thought on it a moment before looking to Hildegarde and asking quietly, "Is there anything about that which relates to us? Aside from having to kiss two new asses to get feeding rights?" Roderick's remaining ire was effecting his tongue. But how good it felt to say what he felt took away any worry about any repercussions.

[Hildegarde Bingen]

Hildegarde inclined her head delicately to one side as Prince Asa made his speech, almost as if she were in secret conference with a hidden confederate. Straightening, her eyes shifted to stare at her fellow Lord from under her lashes. She let him speak.

"The stakes have raised," she said. Almost a declaration. "A clever move. He reasserts his authority - see everyone must petition for feeding rights and access to their own haven again. I wonder what he means... Martha is no longer the Herald but Mistress of Elysia. Yet he talks as if there can be more than one?"

She turned curiously to whatever phantasm hid in the shadows to her left.

[Moonfang]

Roderick nods and offers, "Perhaps he meant that she oversees all of them. Similar to how the Quartermaster General oversees supplies over all of the Army and the Quartermasters are those who actually do the distributing and supplying. We can ask Herald.. No, she isn't that anymore, is she. We can ask Miss Villers at a later time?"

Roderick's attention is drew again to the Prince and his face takes on one of concern. "What happened to Teodor?"

[Jaqen]

August had needed time to think and had made slow rounds, only sitting down at his family table after the other two had taken their seats. He had hoped that some of the anger Mr. Pearson held for him had settled some, though he understood it was unlikely. The whole debacle didn't go quite as planned, but things could always be salvaged if done delicately.

He gave what he hoped looked like an apologetic nod toward Roderick. He knew there would be time to discuss things in private later... He gave a polite smile to Hildegarde and then sat quietly in contemplation while listening to the evenings talking points as they were brought up one by one.

[Hildegarde Bingen]

Now that caught Hildegarde's attention. She craned her neck.

"I doubt it was a deliberate snub. It must have been something very important." The guileless Lord replied. "Poor form, yes. This is more than just a social gathering..." Her pose had her sinking to the table, face obscured by an arm that supported her head. It was an attitude of boredom.

Except her eyes were watching.

[Moonfang]

Roderick didn't return August's nod, instead opting to stare the man down. While Roderick's anger had died down, he still was not happy to see him again.