(1412) Eternal Court XXXIV

[West]

The Nox Populi Nightclub.

In the heart of downtown Sacramento there is a place of intrigue, excitement and entertainment. The modern flare of this venue is host to exclusive parties. The seduction of this establishment may take you away as you drink, dance and socialize. There are private services available upon request. The best DJ’s in town are in line to play a wide variety of music. Some of you may dine…as long as you have your VIP pass.

As Kindred arrive at Avalon, they are discreetly met and led to the back of the club; some may recognize the area leading to rear stairs upward. The space downstairs is decorated in dark, rich woods and expensive furniture. There's a coat room that will also hold one's 'unmentionables'; namely, weapons, at the foot of the stairs. There are also private areas, dark, and furnished with soft couches, as well as meeting rooms with conference tables and chairs, and an area with several televisions. The Court area is decorated with long black and purple silken drapes cascading from floor to ceiling. Draped in elegant bunches and gathered into valances across door frames and between supporting pillars; the lighting is intentionally low, and the dull throb of music upstairs creates a low, rumbling pulse.

The common area circles the Court proper, and it becomes apparent that this is not decorated for a single evening. Small symbols note areas for Kindred only that branch off of the Commons, which will be necessary once those Kine privileged enough to see behind the Masquerade filter in: ghouls, herd members, or even devotees.

Another evening; another Danse. For some it will their first, for some it shall be their last. After all, this is the Prince's Elysium, and subject to the Laws of the Domain.

Eternal Court is open once more...

Please remember that Predator's Taint is in effect and role-play is expected, or rolls will be asked for!

This is a great place to get Acknowledged

Note: This follows the Prisci meeting.

[Hildegarde Bingen]

The Lord appeared early, this night. Maybe her new duty as Whip spurred her on; maybe it was her desire to upstage the Priscus; perhaps even it was because she was in the vicinity and wanted the company of her peers other predators, given the kine were so busy now rushing to and fro in the build-up to the turning of the year. Once, this time had fascinated her... when she still drew breath. Now, the crass appeal to greed irritated her, as did the shoving, mewling herd that suddenly seemed so... underfoot.

Hildegarde was not waring anything special: no dress; certainly nothing formal. Just a simple pair of jeans, supple black boots and a huge fluffy jumper. She had her beret, again set to a rakish angle, with her hair loose and cascading down her shoulders.

Striding across the chamber, she found a seat and flopped into it before a pose locked her in place. Her Beast, feeling unfettered, expanded itself with a liquid purr deep inside her soul. Perhaps that was why her mouth twisted slightly when she at last noticed the Knight of the Invictus. Carefully, she inclined her head in a nod, but otherwise appeared unmoved.

[Cameron]

Entering the court cautiously, Julian glanced down at this wristwatch. He'd made excellent time, and he figured that probably a good thing - he hated the anxiety that came with being late at the best of times, and presenting one's self at a new domain was hardly 'the best of times'.

He was looking to make a good impression, and he'd opted for his best suit. A three piece black suit, tailored to fit his frame. The suit itself was a touch antiquated, his Sire had insisted upon the style, and he hadn't had the time to get something more modern made up. Better, he supposed, to look a little over dressed than under. He wasn't terribly tall, resting at a comfortable 5.9, an attribute the suit neither played up nor down. What it did do, however, was give the young Haunt a certain depth. It served to accentuate the unconscious poise with which he had come to hold himself since his embrace.

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He probably would have looked quite dignified, if he hadn't looked so damn nervous.

He shot the well dressed man in the dark corner a nervous smile. The man looked tense, and Julian wasn't about to approach someone on his own initiative until he got a feel for the local atmosphere and hierarchy. He'd really rather not die (again) this evening, and that meant not treading on any old, powerful toes. Or any toes at all, really. As he glanced around and caught sight of the Lord in her jeans and beret he had all but a moment to wonder if he was totally overdressed before his Beast leapt to the fore. It wanted to sunder flesh and born, to exert itself and show dominance here in this new arena. His jaw clenched as the Man reasserted itself. Rabid dogs were put down, and that was more or less what he was hoping to avoid this evening.

His own beast was masked, but he figured that his curse would betray his true nature to anyone who cared to look his way. It usually made them uncomfortable, and little tended to provoke curiosity like discomfort.

[Konrad Roth]

Having missed the last Court, Konrad doesn't want to earn the ire of his peers, or more importantly his superiors, by missing this one. For a guy who doesn't put much effort in things, he's been awfully busy lately. Between family, business partners, and trying to get a decent drink in this Domain, Konrad is ready for just a plain old ordinary staking. And what better place to see it than the basement at the Nox.

Too bad he let fade the tattoo he had gotten here. It would have made for a nice conversational piece.

Konrad braces himself for the surge of Beasts as he passes the threshold of the Stairs, wearing casual clothes beneath a leather jacket. Suppressing the Blood of his Clan, he feels the sensation of both fear and anger grab hold of his senses. Sandwiched at the center of the pecking order, Konrad takes a moment to calm his need to flee and/or fight. Glancing among the crowd, the Savage is yet to see a familiar face among them, or at least one familiar enough to make casual conversation with.

[Daniella Sage]

Another night, another Court. Yet this was one with more responsibility. It was both exciting and nerve wracking. But she was up to the challenge, and looked forward to stepping up.

She enters Court in a new dress, an Indigo dress, with an interesting cutout along the side and back. A little more risqué then what she usually wore, but she didn’t care. Her long hair was up in a romantic loose braid, pieces of hair left out here and there. Her makeup was of course at a minimum, and she Emitted No Beast. But the press of exposed Beasts causes her to stir with a murderous rage. Gaining control over it, she places a friendly smile on her face.

A few new faces were present, and currently engaged with each other, so she approaches her Coterie Mate.
“Good evening Lord Baldwin, I hope the night finds you well.” She says with a respectful bow of her head.

[Orianna]

Seemed it was time for yet another Court. Which kinda surprised her, and she figured the Kindred of Sacramento liked to gather and show off. The beautiful Kindred would get a chance to shine among the less fortunate of the Domain once again. Oh well, might as well get used to showing up and attempting to make her family look good.

She pulled out a black lace dress and her favorite boots. A black newsboy cap was added and she made sure to bleach out a section of her hair. Her guns were safely locked in the trunk of her rental, and it still killed her to leave them. But, rules and all that.

Into Court she walks, and immediately feels the crush of the stronger Beasts present. For a moment, she feel the urge to run, and her Beasts loves that idea. Briefly closing her eyes, she gain control over her scared Beast, and makes herself walk.

Some faces were familiar, and one stood out. Ah, Family! And she makes her way over to Konrad Konrad Roth

“Hey, good to see a familiar face.” She says with a grin.

[Konrad Roth]

"Took the words right out of my mouth," agrees Konrad, suppressing the urge to crush his cousin's windpipe. But that wouldn't be fair. She has a rather nice windpipe, and the rest of her isn't bad either. He smirks pleasantly, shaking off the tempting whispers of the Beast and facing Ale.

Konrad & Alessandra's conversation continues here