(1506) Eternal Court XXXVI

[West]

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

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 Nox, 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...

[Velma]

Velma was inside her office away from sight, the door was semi open but her senses allowed her to hear from the safety of her lair what happened outside. the songstress focused on improving her hearing, its reach and the details it could discern. Tonight the Ravager was wearing a bright golden dress, rich, distinct and feminine, Versace. She was the apple Eris threw the gods made into flesh and turned undead. But for now the Succubus remained away from sight and only capturing conversations and arrivals, it was not yet time to join others at court.

[Asa]

Asa closed the leather folder after going over the notations in it. Head counts, revenues from various columns, it was the dry sort of information that held secrets within the numbers. The ebb and tide of Kine, foraying into the night, was neatly laid out within them. That, and more. Spend any amount of time behind a bar, and the public mood is revealed in drink orders. The same could be distilled into bottle and case orders, without having to bartend.

And no one's quit, so tips are good.

Asa closed the folder, and carefully spit the amber liquid he'd been savoring back into the glass. He stood, trusting his ghoul would make the folder and glass disappear from his desk, and shrugged on his jacket. Pleasantries were made, and he left his office.

Now, it was time to go see if Court revealed as much as a club folder.

[Kenneth Gilroy]

Third times the charm. Kenneth again had another outfit (and new shoes). This time there was no mistake of laundry, or lack of proper attire. He'd gotten it fitted as well as could be expected to his wiry frame. Kenneth might have said he looked good. Then his hair had decided today was a good night to go haywire. And no amount of gel or mousse seemed to help. If anything it made it worse because now it was permanently in a cowlick. It felt like he was wearing a helmet. Someday, Kenneth would manage to have everything together for a court but tonight was not to be that night.

Tonight's attire

Looking around Kenneth was surprised that there seemed to be so few Kindred about. In fact, the bestial instincts remained almost silent, not sense any challenger more powerful or otherwise. Not to say to say there weren't any around. Even if the common area had been filled, the Prince would still have looked to be the only one in the room. Gilroy instantly dropped into a bow of abject humility. The creaking and popping of his joints could no doubt be heard all the way in the Harpy's office.

"Good evening Prince Clarke, sir. Sire," he floundered slightly in his hurry to give Asa proper respect. A fear creeped up his spine. Not the wild irrational thrashing of the lower Beast mind. It was more intellectual and that somehow made it worse. He was alone in the Elysium with the Prince. As poised and dignified as the man looked he was the apex of the food chain. The Beast was hidden but the instincts remained. Kenneth could only hope the Prince didn't act on them. Otherwise Gilroy was moments away from dying while bowing like a groveling worm.

[Konrad Roth]

-1 Vitae for Blush of Life

The Gangrel Priscus descends the Stairs habitually. Another Court in session. The scruffy Savage has a couple things on his agenda this evening but as with previous nights all sorts of things could be tacked on. Perpetual, really. The wave of Beasts upset his, causing a streak of anger to warm his cursed unliving body. Or maybe that is just the Blush he wears to keep from upsetting the patrons he passed upstairs. But then there are spare few in the Domain he hasn't met already so the effect isn't so bad that he needs to steady himself.

He catches Gilroy's pleasantries as he comes into the Commons and sees the Prince in all his majesty there. The two wear their Masks, sparing Konrad any of the Taint, though nothing can mask the disgusting feeling he gets from the Haunt.

Konrad lowers his head in a respectful bow to the Prince. He'd much rather lower it than have it removed by bad manners. If the Prince comes within earshot he'll offer a "Good Evening, Your Grace."

Whether or not the Prince takes an interest in his Priscus representative, Konrad sidles up to Kenneth Gilroy . "Yo, Gilroy. Lookin' sharp. Been meaning to chat with you about something. Got a minute?" he says, unsure if he is disguising the disgust on his expression as he asks.

[Alessandra]

Time once again for another Court, the positive note, it wasn’t a formal one. Meaning she could dress more comfortably, but she still wanted to look presentable, she was the Whip for her family after all. Settling on a pair of leather pants with a sheer, off the shoulder top, which she made sure she paired with a bikini top. Both were black, so it wasn’t too see through, she wasn’t a Daeva after all. Next she added a pair of boots and a touch of red to her lips. Her hair was also a shade of red for the night.

Descending into Court, after checking her guns in, she pauses to wrestle with her Beast. While she understood the fear in the presence of stronger Beasts, it was still a hassle. Putting it back into place, she continued into the room.

First things first, upon seeing The Price, she makes sure to bow in his direction. She then sees Konrad, and offers her Priscus a respectful bow of her head. The other one, she didn’t know, but seemed Konrad did.

Deciding against interrupting for now, she walks around the room, quietly observing those there, and keeping an eye out for trouble or anything. Not that she had rights to do much beside defend The Prince should he need it, but, never hurt to be ready.

[Kenneth Gilroy]

And there it was. The lower mind awakened to start buffeting against Kenneth’s mental defenses. The Haunt pushed down the thoughts but even so they were always there in the background. Wordless fear and rage ever urging him to run or rip. Ah, to be at Court.

It was the Prince’s prerogative whether to acknowledge Gilroy or not. Assuming he is too lowly to merit attention and is not asked to approach, Gilroy will turn to conversation with Konrad. The Gangrel’s informality grates some. However, that also has to do with the fact that Gilroy didn’t believe the compliment and that Tabitha had always called him ‘Gilroy’.

“Of course,” he relpies.

Konrad and Kenneth continue here

[Asa]

Asa felt the burden of Beasts as soon as his eyes saw each.

Like the claw of come predator, their approach sunk deeper, cutting past The Man to prick at The Beast within. Calm eyes narrowed slightly as it reared up, screaming in his ears like a lion with a thorn in it's paw. Little thorns, little nuisances: so easily removed. A splash of blood here, a pile of ash there. Yet, most he had encountered before, and as with everything... familiarity bred contempt.

A nod here and there to the greetings and genuflections, eyes sliding over and away from the wretched thing, and a polite smile for the Carthian parading about his new title.

"Miss Harding," Asa spoke gesturing and turning towards privacy.

Katya and Asa continue here...