(1412) Parliament of Prisci

[Asa]

The invitations had been sent, and the appointed evening was upon them. The Prince's ghoul, Nika, waited within Elysium to guide each of the Clan leaders to the meeting room that had been set aside.

The meeting room had been modified; a new recessed area in the floor created a conversation pit. There were no laptops or lattes, making a table unnecessary. Or chairs. Or a seating arrangement. Small black boxes decorated the table in the center.

Comfortable.

Presumably, each of the guests were paragons of their respective families, making each formidable in one way or another.

Asa stood within and greeted each as they arrived. His own body was fortified and invigorated, lest they decide to get too comfortable. He was dressed in a fine dark suit and crisp white shirt, but without a tie.

[Josephine Sterling]

Josephine arrived, as she was wont to do, late. Fashionably, she liked to think. Certainly she had made pains not to arrive as late as she had to her first clan meeting, although she might've preferred to. A meeting of the Prisci did not sound like the most relaxing, or productive, for that matter, way to spend the evening. Certainly it would be a illuminating one, however, and thus she there was no chagrin in her manner when she did arrive. Yes, for all of the little annoyances the evening would be filled with, it would be most illuminating, and she was most curious to see how it would go.

Her form was clad as it often was, in a black velvet jacket with satin lapels and silver piping, with a silver blouse riding beneath it, held closed with silver chains, as per her namesake, and simple black slacks and flats completed the ensemble. She strode in, nodding graciously to the Ghoul who had guided her, and then found her seat. A black leather bag was set next to her and a notebook and a pen were produced from it before she brought her attention to that of the Prince.

"Good evening, Alder Prince Clarke. It is most excellent to see you. Thank you for the invitation," she commented politely with an inclination of her head. Her gaze then turned toward her colleagues. "And might I wish a good evening to you both, as well, Prisci Cordoba and Baldwin."

[Tracy Burns]

Following the instructions of the Ghoul, Tracy Burns found her way to the meeting room. While the Priscus of the Gangrel typically preferred leather jackets and combat boots, this evening happened to mark her first official meeting with the Prince. She had exchanged a few words here and there with him in the past, and even shared a dance with Asa Clarke during one evening. However, this was the first time she had been formally summoned by him, and she happened to be representing her clan. Thus, the petite redhead opted for wearing a dress that evening, and even forced herself to wear some heels as well. It was a simple dress, but definitely some of the most formal attire that she owned.

Upon entering, Tracy braced herself for the challenge of the other beasts present. Taking a moment to calm her own and collect her thoughts, the petite Savage walked over to join the other Kindred and offered a respectful bow to the Prince. "Your Grace," she said in greeting to the apex predator of Sacramento. "I am honored by your invitation." A pleasant smile was offered to the regal Ventrue to go along with her words. "I hope the evening finds you well," she added after a brief pause.

Having addressed the most important Kindred in the room, Tracy turned her attention to the others. "Good evening," she said to the other Prisci, addressing each with her emerald green eyes and a pleasant enough smile.

[West]

Just a heads up Orianna is under the weather so we'll give this a couple more days, since there's nothing time sensitive here.

[Daniella Sage]

The night of the Priscus meeting had finally arrived, and Daniella carefully selected her dress for the evening. The Indigo cocktail dress had been bought special for the evening, and a pair of silver sling back heels completed the look. Her long hair was done up in a bun, with carefully selected pieces hanging down her back.

She knew she was running late, and quickened her steps to the meeting room. A smile and bow of her head as offered to Asa’s Ghoul, and as she entered, a graceful curtsy was offered to His Grace, her head dipped in respect, “You Grace,” she says, “Thank you for the invitation this evening.” She says as she stands. Dark eyes look about the room to those gathered, as her Beast shifts about, issue forth a challenging growl to those who dared equal it. Smiling and with a bow of her head, “Good evening.” She simply says and moves to stand behind an empty chair, waiting for Asa to sit first.

[Josephine Sterling]

"Good evening, Priscus Sage," Josephine replied, a light smile settling over her features. "And a good evening to you, as well, though I'm afraid I do not have the pleasure of knowing your name," she continued, turning to Tracy Burns . It was, most likely, for this reason that the Ventrue's smile widened,becoming more akin to a baring of teeth as her eyes bored into the red head. It was not an insubstantial amount of will that Josephine forced her own demonic nature to calm itself and let the naive little demon's challenge go unanswered. The smile slid away again, submerging beneath porcelain placidity.

"I am Josephine Sterling, Priscus of Lords and Ladies."

[Asa]

"Good evening," Asa greeted each.

The first arrival was a surprise; the change in Daeva Priscus he had known about, but not the Nosferatu. An interesting situation, given that they were coterie mates and both Unconquered. Baldwin had deferred to Hazelton before -- would he continue to do so?

Juan Cordoba, he knew little about -- and had spent the least time with. It was his predator that demanded the most attention. He wanted to kill most of them, but the unknown always provoked the most. A friendly smile covered vicious thoughts; more than thoughts, a demand to act. Much like Angustri, this would be a compelling statement -- the destruction of all in this room.

It would have to be all, of course. Otherwise, it would be an incomplete statement.

He reigned in the bloodthirsty thing clawing at his conscious control, and gestured toward the conversation pit. A curious look was flashed briefly at the Gangrel Priscus -- more for her attire than her presence. Of the others, Josephine's immaculate silver on black was expected -- as was Daniella's choice of indigo.

"Let's introduce ourselves to one another, shall we?" Asa waited for the women to seat themselves, then followed suit.

He assumed they all knew who he​ was.