(1503) Daeva Clan Meeting
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The invitation was posted. A private room in Nox was reserved. It was once again time for the gathering of the Daeva. There were new faces in town and some not so new.
A wide circular table, topped with a red and gold weave table cloth. Seven chairs lined the circle awaiting the Kindred of the evening. In the middle of the table was a fresh cut red rose. Dressed in a black pinstripe suit, Juan Cordoba stood by the door to greet his guests.
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Twist approached the entrance to the Nox, pausing momentarily to note the changes that the building had undergone. Once her 'inspection' is complete she strides up and through the main entrance with a confidence that is nearly palpable.
Approaching the reserved room she notes Juan Cordoba waiting to greet the arrivals. A soft smile, nothing more than a slight curve of lips that neither reveals teeth nor reaches her eyes, transforms her features from impassive to neutrally pleasant. Not bothering to hide the once over she gives the current Priscus of her clan as she approaches, the smile in place, she pauses to greet him.
"Good evening. I hope that everything finds you well." A flash of a smile that seems playful and pleasant... if only it reached her dark eyes.
Not knowing the current taste of the clan in Sacramento, she had opted for a dress that should cover most of her bases.
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Thinking she’d be late, Vivian still didn’t rush down the stairs to the Nox meeting room. Instead, she remained calm while she glanced at her new phone and slipped it back into her clutch. Apparently she was more on time than she anticipated. There were also new cards inside, as giving Juan her new number was probably a wise idea.
Her hair was blonde this evening and in a tight bun. The dress was something different, a neutral color for that of Kindred at least. It was fairly easy to pick out those of the Invictus who were color coded like paint by numbers.
As she entered, her Beast wanted to pull her back already. Juan’s was much more potent than her own, yet she continued after quelling the desire to leave. The other petite woman was a beauty to behold. Smiling brightly, she greeted the Spaniard. “Good evening, Priscus de Cordoba. Lovely to see you again.”
Turning to the gorgeous dark haired Daeva. “Your dress is magnificent. I’m Vivian York, a pleasure to meet you.” Her grin had not changed. The woman's dress made her own pale in comparison, but Vivian's demeanor hadn't changed.
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The Nox.
Velma thought it was a slightly uninspired choice of venue for a family meeting. At least when she was Priscus she tried to do something different… Like a pool party!
Despite that Velma knew her family was meeting for a get together and attention to her attire was expected, the same way it was expected of her not to bash Cordoba’s head to the counter or the wall, that petulant ungrateful bastard, the dog who bit the hand that fed it and groomed it, yes, in Velma’s mind she was already figuring a way to put the wayward Toreador down for good. Tonight the songstress was wearing a small black dress, made all the more small and all the more black by her imposing magnetism and allure.
Eventually the Succubus arrived at the Nox and as soon as her steps took her to the room a myriad of urges invaded her, first it was fear, Cordoba’s beast. Then it was an urge to destroy and hunt down, Vivian. And finally and perhaps more important than the rest, nothing, Twist.
”Priscus?!” Velma’s voice doesn’t hide the surprise and while she nods to Cordoba who is waiting everyone by the door, her eyes are on Twist which makes her greeting all the more awkward. She looks again to the Spanish Toreador and flashes a polite smile while nodding again.
”Good evening Priscus Cordoba, it’s a wonderful setting you have here for us…” Once again her tone is polite and devoid of meaning, substance or any hint of her real thoughts.
Velma takes a split moment to notice everyone in the room again and wonders if introductions are in order… perhaps they are...
”Your Grace welcome back!” Velma smiles pleasantly.
“I don’t know if you have all met Her Grace, the Alder Twist, Duchess of Sacramento and Royal Archon.” Velma introduces Twist with a respectful curtsy while addressing Vivian and Juan catching their attention towards the petite Daeva.
”In the past her Grace was also Priscus of our clan.” She finally adds as if continuing her introduction. And I’m wondering if she doesn’t want that back… so many ideas, so many possibilities, so much jealousy!
”Your Grace this is Priscus Cordoba” Velma opens the palm of her hand to point to Juan and then to Vivian. ”And this is Miss York.” Velma smiles to Vivian and greets her as well. The fine Invictus tradition of introduction was now fullfilled... at least for now.
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It was a good thing her beast had already been reigned in as the sensation of more behind her cued Twist to the arrival of Vivian and it was with but a flicker of attention that she again controlled the urges that arose within her.
Stepping to the side to allow Vivian to make her greeting to Juan she took the moment to appreciate the view it offered. As she was addressed in turn she returned the grin with one of her own, "Thank you- I am glad to see that my guess at what to wear wasn't off base as far as theme."
She opens her mouth as though to continue, presumably to make her own introduction when the sound of Velma's voice has her glancing away to the newly arriving Daeva. Though, perhaps 'newly arriving' was just as apt for Velma as it was currently for Twist.
As recognition of the woman to whom the voice belongs to flickers, her smile deepens and she nods in silent thanks to the welcome.
"Something you and I share if I am not mistaken," Twist murmurs with a faint chuckle. *I wonder if there is more than that that we share...* she added mentally.
Another polite nod of thanks to the introductions. Whether needed or not, it was courteous of Velma to do such. And in truth, it had saved her from having to deal with them herself. Names... titles... never her strong suit.
She turned to Juan, idly wondering which flavor of male Succubus he was when surrounded by so many females. Lifting a questioning eyebrow,"Are there many expected tonight or is it going to be a small and intimate affair?" The faint curl of one corner of her lips gave away that yes, the double meaning was indeed meant to be there.
Not that she would be against a large gathering becoming intimate of course.
Another footstep. Another foot. Another Beast, its challenge screamed like a Banshee's wail as the Ordo Dracul's Succubus descended the stairs into the Elysium. Weak monsters, and the equal one of the Priscus - it was enough to set the Dragon's teeth on edge. She was graceful as her thin frame gave Cordoba a curtsy and she offered a polite nod to the remainder.
A Daeva, who didn't register to the Beast?
That was interesting.
"Good evening, Priscus, cousins." Turning to the two she had not yet met, each more gorgeous than the last, Eva said, "I haven't had the pleasure. My name is Eva Edwards. I hope you are all well this evening."
Hands found her side, smoothing a similar dress to the one she had worn on her first Elysium, this one in dark crimson, black and trimmed with gold. A hat fascinator was poised at a jaunty angle, clipped into hair done in a mature up-do.
The Toreador's Beast oddly remained calm whilst Twist spoke addressed him. He bowed humbly in response. "Your Grace, it is an honor and a pleasure to have you with us tonight." Then answering her inquiry, "I did anticipate more - ah - " he interrupted himself, seeing Vivian York brought a warm smile. Velma Star's appearance immediately squashed his cheer. Equal parts fear and rage stirred.
The urge to prey upon the weaker Beasts was as always a most unpleasant experience. Given their recent falling out, a most atrocious fantasy flashed through his mind. Grabbing hold Velma's neck and viciously clamping down - rending and tearing as an alligator would unto a gazelle that strayed too close to the water's edge.
Eva attracted the most instinctual attention, surpassing that the beauty of skin. A potency rivaling his distracted his attention. Edwards was a challenger. Star was the lioness lurking within the grass.
Hearing the information that both Twist and Velma were past Prsici, it dawned on him that he was the first male Priscus in a very long time. Perhaps he was the first. It was a conceited possibility he kept to himself.
"Thank you Lady Star for handling introductions." He slowly swiveled his head making eye contact with each. "Each of you has accentuated your style exquisitely. I am always proud to see Daeva looking simply marvelous."
Extending his arm open palm up, toward the table, "Let's enjoy our company before we settle down to business."
A few evenings ago, there was a sudden surge of their Clan in the Nox. Now, it seemed like they were back to square one. She wondered if the old woman who resembled Irene Ryan would return.
With the addition of someone who was seemingly not new, the other a familiar face. “A pleasure to meet you Your Grace.” She said carefully, unsure of what title to choose. The relevance of applicable title would probably come to fruition soon enough.
“Good to see you Lady Star. Did you have a pleasant journey?” Circling around to the end of the table. She at least knew what placement she had.
“Hello Miss Edwards.” Since they were for formal address that evening, it seemed fitting. Even though Vivian nearly said her name. She had a fascination with hats that mirrored her own need for hand fashions.
Smoothing her skirt after taking a seat, the Daeva grinned and shook her head. “Priscus, you are far too kind.”
Vivian hadn't the faintest idea what their meeting could be about other than a meeting for the sake of a meeting. Unless, he too was going on a leave of absence. It was quite the shock the last meeting.
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Twist smiles at Eva, inclining her head at the greeting, "Twist and it is difficult not to be in such company." Though most likely it was a lie given the varied press of beasts gathering, there was no denying the visual appeal of the growing group.
Toying with the idea of telling the others to simply call her Twist here amongst just the clan, she ended up deciding not to bother. In time it may be beneficial not to have opened herself up to that level of familiarity... even among her clan. What had happened once could again.
Accepting Juan's offer to take a seat, Twist moved deeper into the room toward one of the chairs near the head of the table.
Marco checked his GPS one last time as he got close to the Nox. A tall light skinned Hispanic man, he always dressed as nice as he could afford, which fluxuated from time to time. All he had from his travels were a many times used black suit with a purple shirt and a patterned, dark purple tie. His Black dockers made almost no sound against the sidewalk as he approached the building, and what he saw was amazing. They don't have anything like this in Houston, he thought to himself as he walked to the front of the building. After a few moments of strained questioning he found out the location of the VIP section and headed inside.
Walking forward he saw a wide circular table, topped with a red and gold weave table cloth, with 1...2...5 people either walking toward it or already seated at it. He could sense the beast from 4 of them. All he could do was assume the fifth must also be Kindred. His beast stirred greatly at the sight of his kind, fear from 2 of them, anger from 2, nothing from the last one.
The more startingly thing for Marco was just how attractive all of them were. Damn, they definitely don't have many kindred like this in Houston. First he noticed a handsome Spanish man he assumed must be Juan, since he was the only other gentleman. Looking around he noticed the one with no beast had a delicate but incredibly seductive appearance that intrigued him. Then there was an enticing woman whose beast he knew wasn't overpowering and only caused him to feel anger but who was very delightful to look at. Another woman intimidated him in every way. Her presence was over powering, as well as her beauty. That of course didn't include the fact that his beast caused anger to rise at the sight of her. Finally he looked at the last woman who was also shockingly beautiful as well as fearful to be around. He felt utterly plain in comparison to this group in front of him. You shouldn't be surprised with all the beauty Marco, this is a Daeva meeting after all.
When he finally reached the table he stopped and looked around at all of them before settling on Juan. "Buenas noches and greetings to all of you. My name is Marco Antonio Fernandez and I'm new to Sacramento. You are Juan I presume?" he said extending a friendly gesture towards the man at the table.
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