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    Josephine Sterling's Avatar


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    It would not do for those whose Blood granted them the ability to force obeisance to appear so unorganized and leaderless. The Prince himself had already said as much, and because he had said it to her, it fell to Josephine to host another family reunion. So a room was reserved underneath the Nox (the same one the original meeting had been held in), invitations went out, and now the night had come for the Lords and Ladies to gather, mingle, and declare their Priscus.

    Josephine sat in a leather chair, one of several at a boardroom style table, idly tapping a pen against a sheaf of parchment while she waited for the arrival of her cousins. Her dress was the same as what she'd worn to the first meeting: a black velvet jacket with satin lapels, silver trim enhancing it's cut, resting over a silvery blouse with chain claps holding it closed. It was fetching, she thought, and there was something to be said for cultivating an appearance of uniformity at times. Particularly when it came to events like this.

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    West's Avatar

    Magical Chinchilla
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  4. #3
    Premsyl's Avatar


    Cameron Levine arrives at the nightclub where just a few nights past he had enjoyed a pleasant conversation with the Invictus Au Pair and been introduced to the nuances of Sacramento's nightlife. Large ghoul retainer in tow he found himself descending the same set of stairs into the Elysium beneath Nox. This time there was no meandering about, he knew right where he was going.

    Tonight he wore a formal navy blue tailored Brooks Bros single-breast suit over a light blue undershirt with a black necktie. A diamond pin adorned his lapel his cufflinks were gold and inlaid with ruby. He gestured for Alejandro to wait outside, and entered the meeting room. He was pleased to find that he was the among the first ones there. Tonight would be the first time he met these Kindred, and this was vastly preferable to walking late into a meeting to be greeted by a sea of scrutinizing, unfamiliar faces. Perhaps, one night, he may feel confident enough to stroll in as fashionably late as he pleased but tonight he needed to be the early one to the Danse.

    He saw Josephine seated at the table at the same time as his Beast sensed hers. It rattled its cage in the presence of one whose blood was on par with his own, but Cameron quietly shushed it with practiced ease.

    Walking over, he smiles at her. "Good evening." he offers pleasantly "I'm Mister Cameron Levine of the First Estate." He punctuates his self-introduction with a minor, but polite bending at the waist and nod of the head. He could genuflect later, if she turned out to be worth the effort. Straightening, he asks "To whom do I owe the pleasure?"
    Cameron Levine - BP2 - Ventrue, Invictus

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    Hildegarde Bingen's Avatar
    Hildegarde Bingen,
    The Liberated Puppet
    Hildegarde
    Scene Info

    Skeleton Keys: Closet

    Blood Potency 3
    Current Vitae: 4/11
    Willpower: 1/4
    Health: [][][][][][][]

    Skeleton Keys: Cotouri

    Blood Potency 3
    Current Vitae: 6/11
    Willpower: 3/4
    Health: [_][_][_][_][_][_][_][_][_]
    Resilience Active

    Theatre Night

    Blood Potency 3
    Current Vitae: 10/11
    Willpower: 4/4
    Health: [][][][][][][]
    BLUSH Active

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    Hildegarde sweeps to the meeting of her Blood.

    She has been hunting again - successful, this time, by the look of Blush to her normally pale features. She has been channelling Catherine Deneuve again (by design or fluke, who knows) and wares the semi militaristic attire made popular in old movie about blood drinkers and secrets (again, was the Lord testing the boundary of the Masquerade or simply ignorant of the course of popular culture?).

    This night, the poses are not so bad. She glides into the room and artfully drops her trench coat over her chair. Only then does she stop, turning to face the new rival (an equal!) Fingers tighen on the back of her chair. Lips thickened with lacquer twist. And then it is gone. She spares Josephine a glance from under dark lashes, pregnant with danger - the clawed mass in her mind knows of this one, but has never been up so close before.

    "About time," she breathes. The pressure fizzles away. She sits. Adjusts her skirt and crosses her legs. "Hildegarde Bingen. Of the Order." The last is added carefully: a bone; a challenge; laying out a position.
    Blood Potency 3|Vitae 11/1|Willpower 4/4|Health 7/7| Doll Face

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    FrereSebastian

    Mattimeo Campbell adjusted his tie as he walked into the room. There were a lot of important people, no, Kindred who he had to impress or else his Requiem was going to be coming to a rather unfortunate end. The most notable of whom being Prince Asa Clark. Matty was still very sore at being requested to leave the last gathering, but he brushed it off. It was time to meet as Lords. Not as Carthians or Invictus.

    He was wearing a navy blue tweed jacket over a light blue dress shirt, black pants, black dress shoes and a silver tie. The ever present Carthian lapel pin was still there but he hadn't displayed it as prominently as he always had.

    Seeing Hildegarde and the other two Kindred that he didn't know made his beast angry, but it was the more cautious anger. Like a beast sizing up its competition. Taking a moment to wrestle the beast to its mat, he waited until it was a polite time to introduce himself.

    "It's good to see you again, Ms. Bingen." He nodded at Hildegarde before turning to the other two. "Thank you very much for hosting this event. I don't believe I've ever been formally introduced to either of you. My name is Mattimeo Campbell." He kept a respectful, but confident tone about himself. Good impressions meant everything.

  9. #6
    Thomas Galilei's Avatar

    Thomas Galilei

    Blood Potency: O O
    Presence: O O O (Dignified)
    O Status: Lancea Sanctum
    O Status: Domain
    O Status: Ventrue
    OO Distinctive Voice: Quiet Certainty

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    Thomas takes his time as he nears the place, uses extra care in getting the easy things right: checks the buttons on his white dress shirt, brushes down his plain black suit jacket, adjusts his black tie. It isn't an effort at looking important where he isn't, but one of appearing respectful where he is. For some reason, he's always a bit more uncomfortable in the presence of Lords alone--perhaps it's the servile nature of his brand of leadership? It's never good for the one servant in a room full of masters.

    A prayer as he enters: Father, you are the one true LORD. If I should be called so, let it be for your likeness. I ask your blessing on the meeting's agenda, your guidance also. Grant that I might represent your interests responsibly. I ask an extra measure of humility as my ego tends to inflate in places where it's crowded by others. No time to finish, his feet move faster than his mind.

    The flare of bestial impulse overwhelms his conscious thought, as if to signal his arrival. It's always worse among the alphas, who are more similar--competing, after a fashion, for the same role within a role. He could leave, the Beast suggests, cowing . . . his influence is little compared to theirs and they won't miss his presence. And then his eyes settle on Josephine--sister in the faith, future coterie member. He can't leave. Instead, he takes the seat beside her, drowning out the noises of his weak animal. He greets her first, making a clear show of support and unity. "If ever I believed the pen were mightier than the sword . . ." He smiles, casting a quick glance at her ready stationary, before offering her his hand. "You look divine--properly so for a Sanctified, I should say."

    "As do you Ms. Bingen. Are you thinking of switching over? Lovely to see you again." He bows his head to the winner of their game of Trivial Pursuit, before introducing himself to the remaining Lords, both men he hadn't met. "Thomas Galilei--pleased to meet you." He looks them up and down. "Such company makes it hard to credit the Daeva with being the sharpest dressers, no?"
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    Edwin Bridges's Avatar

    Blood Potency ●● (Aspect of the Predator)
    Presence ●●●● (Magnetic)
    Distinctive Voice ●● (Husky)
    Status ● (City)
    Edwin Bridges

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    Entering Nox humming away to himself the opening chords to Sweet Child of Mine, Edwin was in a particularly fine mood tonight. Surprised, but fine. Following his informal chat with Miss Star, Edwin knew he couldn't simply go ahead and call a meeting of his fellow Lords without some good cause.

    Which is where the surprised but of his mood sprang from. It seems that someone beat him to the punch. Josephine Sterling, she of the wicked suits and British accent, which seemed to be a common theme around these parts. Maybe she had a favour owed or some shit, hence why she could call such an esteemed gathering so swiftly.

    Dropping the Aspect that constantly ensured his Beast was angry, Edwin felt Axel scream in hate and loathing at the rivals around him. At least for the moment, there was no-one making his Beast run for the hills, and for that he was thankful to Hel. It was something the vain Lord hated.

    "Evening," he grinned as he entered the meeting room, dressed like a wannabe-rock star, his Beast flailing against the walls in his mind. Denim jeans with designer tears, black boots, a leather jacket hanging open to reveal the album sleeve of one of the all time greats.

    Run with the Wolf!

    Dragging out one of the chairs, the Skaald slumps into the seat, still grinning. It was friendly, full of life, hungry.
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    Walker

    Harold proceeded down into the bowels of the Nox. He wasn't particularly supised by the meeting being held, he had planned to hold it himself, but then came the meeting... As it was, the only real suprise here is which of the two favoured took the initiative. He darkens the doorway before revealing his large, and at the moment extremely well tailored bulk. It was made clear where this particular Kindred's strengths lay, even as his Beast snorted and bellowed at it's compatrits in ferality.

    "Good evening, everyone. Forgive me if I'm a little late."

    He gives a nod of aknowledgment to Gallilei, the only one of those gathered that he had encountered recently. But otherwise it eas business as normal, cheerful smile, content expression. He played Fat and Happy very well; though he would be a little disapointed if his fellows here tonight were disarmed by it. Forgetting that anyone can be dangerous was a mistake that peopke who seeked to rule only made once. He gained his requiem on that fact, and he'd ended others on it as well.

  13. #9
    Asa's Avatar
    Striking Looks
    (Handsome)
    Mask of Tranquility
    New Identity
    (Clark Miller)
    Prince Asa Clarke

    Mask of Tranquility
    Striking •• Handsome
    Presence ●●●●●
    Charismatic/Commanding
    Need to set these up
    The Prince's Ghoul • Cozette Muriel
    The Prince's Ghoul • Olivette Angeline

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    There were more Lords in the city than there had been in... years.

    The city was a clock, the hands calling cadence to the rise and fall of families and factions: perhaps it was the time of the Ventrue. Perhaps, there would even be some he would not consider it an outrage to claim the Blood. The rise of a Priscus within his own Clan was always a mixture of curiosity, amusement, and boredom. He was self aware to know that it was, to some degree, his fault.

    He arrived semi-formal: a tuxedo, sans bowtie. It would be easy to surmise this was the first stop of the evening -- the shirt was crisp and unwrinkled, with the sterile perfection of clothing placed upon a corpse.

    Despite the wash of multiple predators, he did not pause as he moved to his seat. Among Lords, he would not even show that weakness. A slight shift of his jawline as teeth clenched was the only sign of the inner rage that seethed and threatened to boil over. He had met some of them. He had spoken with a few of them. He knew none of them well enough.

    Would he ever?

    Every one of them had the call to rule in them; as above, so below. He gave each a nod, eyes lingering on Edwin.

    If the Beast slipped loose?

    He would be the first.

    "Good evening."
    Description: 6'4, with an invitingly easy charm. Speaks with a slow cadence that borders on a drawl, but without an accent. Subtle hints of wealth in clothing and accouterments.

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    Josephine Sterling's Avatar


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    Faces new and old, all had the soul of a demon smiling behind them. Being sheltered in the bowels of the Elysium, and with mind and soul steeled against the hellish visages she would be treated to, Josephine found it far easier to cope than in nights passed.

    A pleasant smile and a nod was lent to each who entered the room, her pen tapping idly away all the while. To Levine and Campbell, a handshake was given along with her name. "Josephine. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

    To Bingen, an eyebrow briefly drifts upward, challenging the lack of greeting, but then clearly dismissing it. The Priest earns a wider smile. "Lovely to see you, Father Galilei." And then he was off, making nice. It was truly amusing to see him in action.

    And Bridges! Yes, it was wonderful to see him again. So contemporary. So rebellious. She would have to make the time to speak with him soon. He seemed to have intriguing taste in music. A pleased "good evening," was returned to him.

    As for Thorne, simply the smile and nod. For a man important enough not to leave his name, she was kind enough to burden him with hers.

    The Prince, of course, was quit a fitting end cap to the procession of hell-bound souls walking into the room, though he might not truly be the last. There might be a repeat enactment of her grand entrance of the meeting past, but of course it would not be her making it this time. It was quite pleasant to be on the other side of the table this evening, not having to burden herself with entrances. Alas, there was not time to reflect upon such idle things. She rose and bowed to the Prince before he took his seat. "Good evening, Alder Prince Clarke. It is excellent to see you again. I hope our company proves to be as entertaining as the rest of your evening," she said, a dry smile on her lips.

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