(1508) Eternal Court XXXVII
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After a brief hello to the newcomers, Konrad makes his way over to the couches where he drops his own undead body against its cushions. He hardly seems the head of a Kindred Clan the way he carries himself. One hand is brought up to his forehead where it mashes the skin on his brow as if he were massaging away some headache. Finally he resigns himself to observing the other Kindred that have grouped together in various spots across the Court Commons.
Departing the company of Vivian York and Diana Barnes ( Violet ) , David approaches the formerly large gaggle of new arrivals. His steps stop just a few feet away from Chloe and Katya ( sumthingpositiv ) awaiting, an invitation to come closer.
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Eventually, Josephine drifted into the lower realm of the Nox Populi, seemingly only interested in finding an open couch to perch upon. Indeed, perch seemed to be the verb of choice for the evening, for a plume of black feathers decorated the neckline of the top she wore, an symbol which transformed her normal black attire from something prim and dour into an evocation of psychopomps and the secrets of the grave. Perhaps that was something more expected of a worshiper of the Crone, or perhaps one who worked closely with death as the Priscus of Shadows did, yet the reality was that her fangs had siphoned death into many of the living and she carried faint whispers and flickers of faded consciousnesses deep within her psyche, making the attire more appropriate than most would realize.
Nevertheless, it would be a dreadful evening if the poignancy of her attire ended up being the highlight of this excursion into society of the damned...
It was a fine evening for introductions, in a new city, in a new domain. As she came upon the lower level of the Nox Populi, Evangeline hoped she might be fashionably late. It would help set the proper tone for her arrival in Sacramento, and first impressions were ever so important. She was dressed sensibly, perhaps out of place in the nightclub setting, a simple white blouse with a suit blazer and a tight fitting pencil skirt - stylish, yet reasonably priced to be sure.
Of course, tonight wasn't to be all fun and games, it was the Eternal Court after all, if she had heard correctly. There was also the matter of seeking acknowledgement from the powers that be, which was a rather humiliating concept, Evangeline thought. She knew it would go perfectly though, and the Kindred that she met tonight would certainly adore her, there was no doubt. At that thought, Evangeline pulled a compact mirror from her purse and opened it, admiring her appearance.
"A fine evening indeed.." she sighed, her reflection smiling back at her.
David takes a single-step towards the pair and bows, “Madame Seneschal. I had wondered if any of the new arrivals in your company are Mekhet. I'm glad to see that there is...”
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"Do you intend to speak into the void of your vanity all evening, or is that some form of primitive scrying mirror?" Josephine inquired lazily from her perch upon a couch, her gaze fixed upon the striking and infuriatingly competent demon which had followed on her heels into the Elysium ( MaximumPosh ).
It took Evangeline several moments to break from the rapture of her own indistinct reflection, as she assumed it impossible that someone might be asking her such a question. But her focus was diverted for a moment towards the sound of the voice, and within an instant she could feel the incessant twinge inside - a familiar feeling - one that pulled at her hackles. It told her, convinced her, that the woman on the couch wasn't to be taken lightly. She should go, make her go.
Evangeline knew, oh yes, the penalties - the shame - of losing yourself in the moment. She braced herself, knowing that she was likely to experience this feeling many times this evening. Composing herself, Evangeline closed the compact and placed it in her purse once again. "It is just an unfortunate affectation from my days as a lesser creature, think nothing of it." she replied, brushing off the other woman's comment. She moved to a more polite distance for conversation, and she walked with poise, for Evangeline also knew that dominance came naturally through initiative. She took a moment to look the elaborately dressed woman over, and she was a sight to behold - inhumanly so, well, more inhumanly.
"Evangeline Graham. It is, of course, a pleasure to meet you. Miss..?" she said as she extended her hand for a handshake. Her smile was painted on, and her fangs still receding from the influence of the Beast.
Juan's ears perked up hearing Josephine address the newcomer. Weaker in blood, the Beast lashed, regarding her as a meal. Interest sparkled in his eyes. The Ventrue Priscus always had an eloquent way of speaking. The Daeva approached out of curiosity. Not quite intruding - not yet anyway. But within earshot to hear of this woman's introduction.
~Ah, missed my chance~ he thinks to himself as he sees Juan Cordoba approached the Ventrue Priscus. He stands to the side watching Juan walk purposefully away. His body wanted to shake in fear and relief. He was being assaulted on all sides by beasts he did not know and it was taking far more of his inner strength to keep himself together than he was happy to admit. The relief of course was that one of the beasts that he actually had to speak with to stay was walking away...of course that means he would have to seek him out later. He straightened his tie, that didn't really need straightening but loosening it just a bit.
Looking around he spies the other man he was looking for David Regan who was now speaking to the Seneschal so he walks over to the wall to lean against where he can see both men easily for when either one opens up for time. His suit wasn't on par with a lot of peoples, the dark blue pinstripes weren't bad though. He was glad he had spent a whole months worth of cash for it. The hat, had been the only thing he had needed to check in. No weapons here so, he hadn't bothered to bring in any. He was pretty, though not as pretty as a few he picked out in the gathering. But though he seemed friendly there was just something about him that set off people who walked to close to him. Something that made him feel a bad guy even when he wasn't dressed to be.
Konrad rolls his eyes, overhearing the jabber between Marco and the Carthian, Gabrielle. He wonders what the point of being a spy is when the Carthians broadcast their plans and intentions to the entire Court. But then Rina's disappearance meant that he isn't really a spy for anyone anymore. What had Marco meant by a caberet? Had he abandoned the plan that Konrad had set in place after Gerald's disappearance? More problems, more concerns. For now he's stuck with these disobedient pawns.
Konrad only notices Josephine 's placement on another couch nearby, and he nods his head respectfully to the Priestess. The Lord then strikes up a conversation with another new face that has wandered into the Elysium. He catches her name but finds himself distracted by another figure hovering about.
Getting to his feet, Konrad leaves the couch to approach the handsome prey, his Beast whispering violence in his ears as he considers the newcomer.
Konrad strikes up a conversation with Daniel in this thread
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