1510 Formal Court

Oct 5th, 2015 08:08 AM

Tonight was not going to be a good night, he could just feel it. First he had to deal with Josephine's accusations last month, then his poorly worded statements against Katya had caused a downward spiral of hate and denouncements. What frustrated him was that he actually had a good opinion so far of the Seneschal, but even the best intentions can result in alternative expression. You can mean to say one thing but what comes out, and how things are taken is what matters in this world. Perceptions were reality.

An uneasiness ran through him that he doubted would leave him for some time, though with such powerful enemies he doubted he'd have many more nights to dwell on the uncomfortable sensation. He wore his black suit and white shirt with a black tie, anything to appear subdued and nonthreatening, though his beast would certainly threathen those around him whether he wanted it to or not.

As he descended the steps into Elysium his anxiety and unease only increased. All who stood before him caused his dark passenger to beg for violence, all save for Priscus Cordoba who's beast struck fear in his own, a fear he already felt within him. That didn't mean much though since several emitted no beast at all, and so their power was concealed from him. But while his beast thrashed against its cage, the social anxiety he was feeling as he stepped down into the room kept it locked away. Even if he wanted to give in to his urges he would not. He was already in too much hot water as it was and all he felt he wanted was to follow the response to Juan's beast and flee but his legs wouldn't comply. He had already come too far, committed to appearing here tonight.

That unease hit a boiling point though when he noticed Josephine, Asa, and Katya all talking. He wasn't exactly sure why but he knew whatever the reason it wasn't good. He had wanted to come in and beg for mercy but now was not the time. For all he knew his apology would be too late. All he could do was stand by and wait and watch, and if the time presented itself he would approach to attempt to make amends. He couldn't rely on anyone else to do it for him, his call to Juan had shown him that.

-3 vitae to heal aggravated, -1 vitae for blush

**Konrad Roth** · Oct 5th, 2015 09:07 AM

"Whip Antinori. Myrmidon Barnes," replies Konrad with a nod to each. Were they allies or more fodder for fantasies of violence. Konrad allows his attention to divert to their choice of dresses. "I miss the memo about the fashion show?" Despite his angst and concealed aggression there just isn't a way to turn off that snark of his.

As the Prince arrives, Konrad falls silent and bows respectfully to the most powerful Kindred among them. Asa Clarke, a man who commands respect and order in a Domain that persisted in chaos. He isn't too surprised when he sees the Prince take the Priscus of Lords as company. Clan and now Covenant, as far as he's aware.

Konrad returns pleasantries as they wash against him. "Good evening, Priscus Regan," he says before being approached by Richard Black. A quick handshake is made in defiance of a complaining Beast, but some allies need more hands-on attention. Though it feels good to know he still retains control of the lurking creature within.

Allowing Richard to slip away to greet York, Konrad turns back to the tall slender Dragon. "Grand Wyrm, I wonder if I could schedule a meeting with you for after tonight's gathering. There's some things I'd like to discuss with you, when it's convenient." (@%1;) He addresses the man this time by his Covenant title, suggesting that his business is in the capacity of David's leadership within the Ordo Dracul.

Oct 5th, 2015 11:15 AM

Ever expanding, the group of Kindred swells and David quickly finds himself being buried by stronger presences. Who would really notice he has disappeared, if he chose? “Mr. Black, good evening,” the Shadow offers, like a teacher greeting a favored student from his place near Vivian.

Never one for small-talk, David lets the others go on about their costumes and people-suits.

“Whip Antinori, it is good to finally put a name to the face. It is better still to finally meet you.” Tall and thin, the nebbish scholar speaks as though everything he says is a deep ecumenical matter. Juan's greeting, however, pulls his attention away from the tattoo'd savage and David responds, “Priscus Cordoba, thank you, you are too kind.”

Eyes only fleetingly trail after the Seneschal as she joins Asa and Josephine, already deep in conference.

Addressed by the arriving Roth, David returns his attention to those around him. “Good evening, Priscus Roth.” Though, as Roth subtly turns talk towards David's embattled covenant, the Shadow shifts slightly in his stance, “Of course, depending on scheduling.”

Oct 5th, 2015 12:32 PM

Winking to David Regan as he arrived, not caring who saw or what ever they may think. Her eyes flicked to another as the Beast made their presence. She’d not met Gabrielle yet, but the name had come up a few times.

Vivian swiftly made the decision of pairing off to the side. “Yes, let’s go chat about that now. Glad you have the time.” Grinning to Alessandra .

“No, Konrad. No memo on the fashion show. I thought Kindred typically dressed up for a night of Formal Court.” Vivian shrugged, it’d only been her third one. "There was no required attire, so its understandable of those who didn't." The other two were themed. She wasn’t about to let him ruin a night of beautiful garments and men dressed to the nine’s. He, on the other hand, seemed content to dress to the eight’s.

“Good evening!” She called to Richard. “You are looking most dapper this evening. I love it when men dare to wear suspenders. The right one can pull it off splendidly.” Grinning with amusement and thankful her Family knew enough to present themselves well. Just like her Priscus who walked in soon after. “Good eve, Priscus deCordoba. That color works for you, as it should.”

“The Gangrel whip and I snagging a booth over there. Please, anyone is free to join us.”

Alessandra and Vivian continue here.

**Ashley Cohen** · Oct 5th, 2015 03:40 PM

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Ashley gracefully steps out of the door of the limousine, making her way to the entrance of the Nox. Ashley knows that all those fuckers on the other side of those ornate double doors were nothing more than sadomasochists.

Beneath the veneer of smiles and flattery, there is a simplistic feeling of fear and hatred. Some new to the Danse, might have sought solace that there was safety in numbers. They haven't seen that illusion burned away with a couple of chains to those ornate doors and a copious amount of gasoline...

...yet

When everyone around you wants to rip you to shreds, it is easy to believe there is some sort of safety from it all. A smile traces the Lords lips, as she thinks of the monsters hiding beneath their metaphorical blankets from other monsters. As Ashley's eyes fall upon them, the smile evaporates.

All thoughts fade, except for malice. It becomes easy to imagine plucking the left collarbone from that whore in the red dress. As her eyes move across the room, each of the predators, who couldn't hide their nature, met with their own imaginative demise. That gothic twat , with no sense of fashion, would have their entrails strewn across the floor.

I wonder if she is still Priscus... Ashley wonders, heralding the day dream to diminish. It never vanishes, though, lingering at the edge of her mind...

It is simple, when you are the one feared, the monster that no blanket could protect you from, it feels good.

The smile returns to Ashley's lips...

**SoraLow** · Oct 5th, 2015 03:59 PM

The ocean tide of aggression washed over him only to pull back, receding to even more imposing sensations of fear. Back and fourth the pull and tug only got worse as the court room swelled with even more contenders. It was the presence of his clan that kept him grounded in the here and now as it had become increasingly obvious that Clan Daeva was thriving despite the blemishes surrounding one in particular, overall though the beautiful beast of Sacramento seemed to dominating the room tonight.

A full smile stretches across the black mans face upon receiving compliments on his choice in attire, in truth he wasn't expecting the suspenders to attract such attention, he chalked it up as evidence that his fashion sense was naturally spot on even without racks of cash to expend. Two the heads of his family he gives thanks,"These bad boys? Just a lil' something I kept from the old days, though't i'd bring the 80's back on em' one time. I'm glad you approve Priscus"

Several return his greeting but he obliges no one to remain fastened to him. Already branches are splintered from the collective as each Kindred pursue their own requiems. He does however to respond to David politely as he walks by, dipping both his head, and his voice low he says, "Master Regan"

He notices Vivian and Alessandra head off to a booth of their own, but he puts their invitation to join on hold. For now he remains in the crowd of socialites, making himself seen, responding when bantered comes his way, but otherwise waiting it out to see how the evening rolled on.

**Garrick Marlon** · Oct 5th, 2015 11:32 PM

Normally getting take out on the way to Court sounds like a terrible idea but tonight's different. Maybe its the jitters, doesn't matter though. That guy really hit the spot. Garrick smooths down his newest good shirt and takes a moment to compose himself before entering the Nox. No looking like an idiot tonight. Even well fed the monster inside is twitchy. Like it knows what's going to happen. Quiet beast The thought almost works as Garrick enters Court and removes his sunglasses.

Run run away. Run and hide. Run and live. Garrick freezes midstep as his legs tense to turn and run the hell away. Run run run run run run run Motion returns slowly as Garrick blinks then steps forward to bring himself to a more normal stance. Shaking his head the Nosferatu flexes his hands as he pushes against the monster. Even fed the thing's a frickin idiot. Glancing around two things are readily apparent, one that women Ashley Cohen is new..and old and that guy Asa . Pulling his gaze away from the well dressed man Garrick looks across Court with apprehension.

Might as well get this over with, maybe they'll be quick about it if it's that bad. Garrick approaches David Regan and Konrad Roth . "Priscus Regan, Priscus Roth, good evening." White eyes jump through the each as Garrick addresses them.

Feeding roll, 4 vitae

**Twist** · Oct 6th, 2015 09:40 AM

Not having arrived earlier, Twist took her time in making her way into the formal Court. There would be many already mingling and though the Daeva in her craved the press of bodies, the swirl of costumes, and the humm of conversation there was yet her Beast to deal with.

Already she felt it on edge, slit eyes watching warily, claws flexing, just waiting to shred and destroy those beneath it. And it wouldn't be so bad except that she herself was tempted to let it out. To drown the pleasures of socializing in the sweetness of blood.

Taking an unneeded breath, she swallowed back the thoughts and imagery and entered the Court.

Pausing a beat to scan the room and reenforce her decision to not kill all she could sense, her dark gaze picked out figures in the crowd.

First, as always, she looked to Asa . A deep curtsey, her gaze flickering to the floor in respect for the man and the position he held.

Then to the Seneschal, a respectful curtsey as well, if not as deep as to that afforded to Asa.

Last, a brief lowering to the Keeper.

Such honorifics given, she swept fully into the room, passing by the weapons check without pausing.

At the moment it looked like most were involved in conversation, and she wasn't just yet ready to intrude. So she was content to slowly drift through the room.

Twist's dress
Twist's mask

**Martha Villiers** · Oct 6th, 2015 12:34 PM

As Vivian soaked up the limelight due her, Martha patrolled and limped over to The Stairs.

Offering Garrick and Ashley a cheery smile was as much as she could muster for the moment.

It took effort for her to offer Garrick a meek "Good evening, sir..." and a little less effort for Ashley to be greeted too; "Good evening, Miss...welcome back!" she smiled and gripped at her cane as pain stabbed through her thigh stump.

Still sulking about missing the opening of the Court, cursing her poor time management, she found even Ashley's shoes an insignificant distraction.

It took her a second look to find some in the observation of the returning lady's legs and shoes.

The arrival of the Beasts, however, had brought more discomfort to her own Beast. Gripping her cane, she struggled to calm it.

Her fangs wanted to rip. Her nails wanted to be talons deep in the flesh of Ashley's long and sleek thighs and ripping the kneecaps from Diana...

But, the moment soon passed and then there was the arrival of one of the most powerful Kindred she'd ever met.

The Duchess and Archon herself.

A deep and sincere curtsy was offered to the Duchess. "Good evening, Your Grace..." she murmured respectfully at the elegant and impressive arrival of Twist.

Martha's gaze followed the effortless walk and sleek legs of Twist as she walked by...

Halting in her scheme to evacuate the Domain, Martha pondered staying in the Domain simply to watch and emulate the magnificence of the Duchess...

**Violet** · Oct 6th, 2015 06:40 PM

Diana simply smiles as Konrad has no reaction to her touch. Just as well, she thinks. The two prisci, Konrad and David, are busy talking now. She gives them a quick, "Please, excuse me." and leaves the already fragmenting circle to walk over to Martha. ( Chrisie )

Two absolutely beautiful women had arrived, and Diana had seen Martha greet both of them from across the room, but hadn't heard the actual words used in the greeting. Maybe one of them is the beautiful Twist. She looks to Ashley Cohen and decides she is the lovelier of the two, and therefore the most likely candidate, given all she'd been told.

Coming up on Martha, she is relieved the shadow is faced forward. She doesn't like surprising people, especially other Kindred. A wide smile on her face, she says "You got away from me a bit! I meant to spend time with you this evening since we didn't get to at my first court, and at my second.. things were a bit strange." she keeps closing the distance between them, and once she is close enough to the Keeper she leans in and whispers, "and I wondered if you might tell me who these new arrivals are, if you know them. If you don't know them, and you need to work though, I understand."

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-10-05 22:47:54		Garrick rolls 4 to Pre-Court Feeding (Str3+Subt1=4) (10 Again)		10, 1, 8, 10, 2, 8		4 successes

1510 Formal Court

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