Seneschal's Meeting

Jul 4th, 2015 12:21 AM

The room had been set up with seven chairs placed at the long table in the center of the meeting room of Nox. No sign or symbol gave any indication of an assigned seat as Katya wanted to make this meeting seem as egalitarian as possible. Being that she and the Reeve were of the same covenant, she knew that it would be impossible to ignore all thoughts of any concern for a bias but she could at least try.

Considering the formal nature of business, Katya donned a white button up business shirt and a black pinstripe business jacket over matching pants. She kept the jacket buttoned up tight but then had the top button of her shirt undone to give it a business casual look, which for Katya, was more business formal given her preferred style of dress. Her hair was kept in braids but was tied up in a bun to keep them from dangling in her face. She wasn’t sure what to expect from the Prisci or the Reeve but figured rearranging the chairs and table to make sure it was a symmetrical as possible wouldn’t placate the anxiousness she felt in wanting it to go well.

Closing her eyes, Katya clears her mind and tells herself that whatever happens happens and that any negative things that can occur are just a natural evolution of things and that all she can do is learn from them. With that in mind, she opens her eyes and stands behind one of the chairs as she waits for the others to arrive.

**West** · Jul 4th, 2015 12:27 AM

This may be counted as the "plus one" Scene for Domain officials/Prisci.

Jul 4th, 2015 12:44 PM

David is tentative as he comes off of the flight of stairs that takes all Kindred into the Underworld. Ancient leather brogues creak and fill his ears, giving the Shadow a strange comfort. He isn't quite sure why he is self-conscious, most of the Prisci and even the Reeve are known quantities to the Mortician. The newest member of their cabal of leaders, the Seneschal, was a woman he met at Formal Court.

Still, the Mekhet is reticent as he steps into the meeting chamber.

It is a reticence that quickly surges into a bubble of anger at seeing the young neonate with the elder's title. The Shrike trapped within the Man's body, ever hungry, desires nothing more than to impale the woman on a thorn of an Acacia Tree; to see her writhe and squirm before the Shrike rips her apart. Black impulses are brought to heel and the fists at David's sides loosen as he bows to Katya.

“Madame Seneschal,” David's soft-spoken tenor lifts into the air. Straightening, the Grand Wyrm steps quickly out of the way of the door, placing a light touch on the back of one of the chairs. “It seems I'm early.” Nimble fingers seek to fix his Egyptian Blue tie.

Jul 4th, 2015 08:47 PM

Katya hears footsteps and sees Priscus Regan enter, stopping as he deals with his inner monster and keep it at bay. She finds it curious that she doesn't feel the same urge for only a moment, and recalls that she has had a similar experience with other members of Sacramento and doesn't pay it much concern.

Instead she smiles and returns a ow of her own, stating "Good evening Priscus Regan, thank you for coming. Yes, it would seem that you are, and with being early come the benefits of having a candid conversation before the others arrive." sometimes that could be of more value than actual business depending on the person. She gestures to the table and says "Feel free to sit wherever you'd like. I trust your evening has been well thus far?"

Jul 4th, 2015 09:17 PM

Permission wrapped as an invitation given, David quietly folds himself into a seat and pairs the motion with a nod of thanks. The seat's padding gives only a little beneath his paltry weight, a wisp of air sighs gently but is unnoticed. “A good evening to you,” the Shadow replies as he draws up his leg, setting his ankle against a knee while simultaneously smoothing dark brown slacks.

“I've been,” David allows the sound to trail off, rethinking his wording, “as well as can be expected.” It is never actually okay. The man carries a sadness behind him like a ball and chain, a personal dark cloud. “I'm glad to be here. I hope the settling in process for you hasn't been too trying. I've been a resident for nearly the last two consecutive years, so if you have any questions – please don't hesitate.”

**Josephine Sterling** · Jul 4th, 2015 10:40 PM

Unlike the Formal Court, Josephine arrived this evening in clothing, clothing which displayed ambiguous, muted meaning rather than anything stark. Of course, not every evening warranted a proclamation. Some evenings, it was better to leave certain things unsaid, or at least understated. So, it was in black velvet and silver silk that the Priscus of Ventrue strode through the door to the meeting room. Her jaw clenched once as her eyes fell upon the Seneschal, not out of any intellectual malice but rather from the impulsive urge which welled from the Hell within her, but that urge did not stop Josephine from doing as she intended rather than what the Beast intended.

She took a seat one chair over from David. She did not wait for permission. There were some things which could never be understated.

"Good evening, Priscus Regan. Seneschal," she offered the two kindred, one ivory hand dipping beneath the ebony jacket to produce a notepad and a fountain pen. "You're both looking...whole this evening."

Jul 5th, 2015 07:30 AM

Katya curls her lips and looks upward as she dives through her memory in response to David's comment. "Hmmm..no so far I'd say settling in has been relatively well without perhaps one minor hiccup." the one who was on the receiving end of her hiccup would be showing up tonight. Her gaze returns to him as she smiles"Thank you for your offer Priscus, I will certainly take you up on that. I haven't been this far out west before so I'm sure there is much I can learn from you."

Katya's face twists into a look of discomfort as she hears footsteps, turning just in time to see an unsuspecting intruder that Katya has the sudden impulse to unsheathe her claws and tear open. This is of course, until she she lifts her head back and pulls the reins on her unconscious rage just in time to hear Josephine's greeting as well as the break in her thought process before she finishes her sentence. Two pauses for two calculated greetings, one from each Priscus. Is this a Priscus thing? Does Konrad know about it??

Katya smiles as she watches Priscus Sterling take charge and sit down, busting out the notepad and fountain pen. Katya recalls nights ago seeing this regal woman walking in the nude, and Katya's briefly wonders what shame exists for a woman who seemingly has none? "Priscus Sterling, thank you for coming. You look splendid this evening. I can see you are ready to get down to business, hopefully the rest will arrive shortly and we can start. I recognize that both of you are most likely very busy." Not only were they heads of their clans, but also of their covenants. Katya wonders for a moment if she closed her eyes, could she sense the power pulsing in the room?

**Konrad Roth** · Jul 5th, 2015 05:16 PM

Eventually Konrad comes strolling into the Nox in response to an invite for the Clan Prisci to gather. And last time he checked he was the Gangrel Priscus, so duty calls. The invite had said something about discussing concerns with the Reeve and Seneschal about the Domain in general. He guesses the meet-up is just a formality. Though there are rumors of plots and rogue Kindred occupying the city. Konrad wonders if he aught to mention it tonight, but then he'd have to say how he had fucked up along with the Daeva's Priscus.

The Savage comes dressed in a plain suit. Black, with a tie. Nothing fancy. The Beast bangs on the cage, waking his senses from their relaxed state. A clenching of muscles, a narrow gaze is all that shows of the anger and frustration he experiences towards his Clanmate and the clean-cut Lord.

Konrad raises a hand to wave in greeting. "Yo," he says informally, his attention fixing on Katya first before making rounds. "Good evening, Seneschal Harding. Priscus Regan, Priscus Sterling," he says, including titles with a casual tone. He doesn't catch the conversation that is taking place in the room save for the last remark by the Seneschal. Guess he made it on time.

Konrad idles in his steps towards one of the central seats across from Josephine and David and leans against the back of it, claiming the seat but in no hurry to sit down. All that is missing are a handsome Daeva and monochrome Nosferatu.

Jul 5th, 2015 09:30 PM

He read the memo. In his right hand, he held a portfolio, inside a black fountain pen and white lined paper. The Priscus of Daeva dressed in a charcoal grey suit for the meeting. Domain matters were to be discussed, he was going to be proper.

Upon entering and seeing the presence naked Beasts, a dark hunger arose in his chest. The Seneschal was exuding an aura that brought about a great anger in Cordoba. The familiarity of Konrad had whittled away the predatory temptation. Josephine was another distraction to his mind. Regan, fortunately, concealed that awful companion.

He paused allowing himself a moment to compose his emotions, "Seneschal Harding," he greeted her first as leader of the meeting. "Priscus Roth, Priscus Regan, and Priscus Sterling, it is good to see you again."

A fleeting glance was given to the Prisci then the Seneschal, "I trust you all have been well." Then to the seating arrangement. With soft footsteps and slow approach, he rested hand on the back of the chair beside Konrad, glacially, he pulled the furniture away from the table readying to seat himself upon initiation of the meeting.

**Chris Wooding** · Jul 6th, 2015 01:32 PM

Chris won't deny that he hasn't dreamed of a moment when two Acolytes of the Royal Court could organize a meeting like this. When is the last time that could have happened? And while this was really Katya's party, he also has some things to say and ask.

Because he just met with Alessandra in his office, the Shadow didn't have any time to change. The sleeves of his black shirt are still rolled up, but the subtle informality should only lighten any possible tension. All different Beasts are still put in one room together.

He steps into the meeting room with a satisfied expression, also glad that's not the last one to arrive. He sees all the same faces still, all Beasts are familiar, is there some stability in the Domain then? 'Good evening, Seneschal Harding,' Chris politely bows his head to her, before addressing each of the Prisci with a polite nod, 'Clan Prisci, how nice to see you all.'

Chris is actually quite sincere when saying that. Last time, well, let's say he only felt a bit left-out. Then, he chooses an empty chair at Josephine's side of the table to sit on, and waits.

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