Kenneth exited the private room and held the door Robert Cross. Behind him, the Beast reminded him that there was danger in all corners. The worm kept his eyes on Cross though, waiting to ensure his command was followed.
(1604) Formal Court
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ObfuscateKenneth exited the private room and held the door Robert Cross. Behind him, the Beast reminded him that there was danger in all corners. The worm kept his eyes on Cross though, waiting to ensure his command was followed.
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StatusCross exits the room, head bowed in a seeming posture of respect. He pauses for one moment beside Gilroy and offers a quiet farewell: "Good evening, Priscus." It's a matter of appearances, and a chance for him to gather himself as the beast explodes from its cage inside him again, a monster made of flames and bitter anger. It takes him another beat to steady himself. In this moment, he is happy to be leaving.
And with that, Cross departs. Making his unobtrusively, yet purposefully, around the outskirts of the room. Without a glance toward another Kindred, he mounts the stairs and is gone, as his Priscus wishes him to be.
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Fringe watched the Haunt vanish from her corner, her mouth forming a grim line. The Shadow shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
In a rare moment of lucidity, Priss leaned toward her associate and whispered something.
Another night, another Danse where creatures gather to scheme with and against one another. Alliances were forged and broken in betrayal and slights became deep-seated grudges. Only this time everyone is expected to put on their Sunday best. This time they could expect the Prince to be in attendance.
Konrad suits up for the evening, looking more dapper than usual in a high-sheen textile fabric and Brogue wingtip leather shoes. A wolf in human clothing perhaps. And he prowls down the Stairs into Elysium on the hunt for fresh Blood. Of course he knows that violence is forbidden while in the Prince's Elysium, but violence is at the front of this Savage's mind in the presence of so many rivals.
He fights against this urge to purge the underground sanctuary, painting the walls in Vitae splatters like an abstract art piece. But his calm nature suppresses such action. He'd make a horrible artist anyways.
Instead his attention turns to the package that he carries in his hands. A small rectangular cardboard box, tapped shut with his name scrawled on the side. He stops at the coat check, handing the item to whoever works behind the counter before entering the Elysium proper. If asked what is inside the box, he will answer honestly, that is a knife, and that they are free to inspect it if necessary.
There are a lot of names to put to faces tonight so he expects to be quite busy.
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"Yes, Your Grace, that is why I came prepared this evening," Josephine replied. The black duffel bag on her shoulder more than obvious enough. "I had been about to discuss it with the Seneschal, but as the matter already has your attention, I hope you do not mind that I ask if you would like me to apprehend them. Or will the most honorable Archon exercise your displeasure?"
Given that he chosen to name Twist with the title of Hound, the Reeve was fairly sure she didn't have to worry overmuch about anyone banding about with thoughts of leniency.
Turning to look at the man who approached made Brittany's Rage lash out in attempted murder. Not that the other beasts around her hadn't caused a similar reaction, because of course they did. Her Rage constantly bounced against its cage going from one target to the next, but now one had approached and desired to be ripped to shreds. But that was not the way. She kept her Rage concealed and confined as she smiled and said, "it has, at least so far."
With that said she stepped a little to the side, inviting the two of them to follow.
Brittany moves here
It takes a little time for the Savage Priscus to look around the room. He notes the big fish first, Clarke Asa and his Archon Twist in the company of the Reeve Josephine . If any of these three happen to share his glance he will lower his head in a deferential nod their way.
Next comes Family. Katya too shares the company of the apex predators along with his Whip, Ale. No doubt keeping herself informed of matters. Brittany is in there somewhere too, talking with one of the new faces.
Even the Haunts attract his notice, as eerie as they are. A small smirk and wave is given to Alice Hart while sending a knowing nod towards Kenneth Gilroy . He would have to bend their ears at some point tonight.
But before he has a chance to, a voice calling his name cuts through the various conversations. Its source, Martine Klauser , the newest addition to the Domain's Movement presence. Given the lack of Lords in the Domain, she is in the best position to take on the Priscus chair. Even so, Konrad can't help but roll his eyes at her flippant demand for attention, as if he were some dog that she could call over.
Konrad heads to this conversation
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The Wraith froze a trail up and down her spine as more Kindred appeared. Practice, and knowing some of the Kindred aided her in her struggled not to act upon the twisting, tug-and-pull the Wraith wrought upon her spine. She smoothed out the line of her dress once more. Gemstone eyes darting every-which-way around Elysium, she wanted to join a conversation, but knew not which one to approach. She was participating in her first Formal Court since arriving, Alice didn't want to draw undue attention to herself. Like the two newcomers whispering to each other in the corner, just begging to be eavesdropped upon...
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It was with no modest degree of inner turbulence that Jacob strode down the stairs. Clad in a black button up shirt and a faded dinner jacket older than he was Jacob tucked his head down and ground his teeth against the roiling currents of blood his shocked Beast struggled to react to. The force of fear pulling him back and the force of anger pulling him forward felt as though it would rip Jacob apart.
But it didn't, and Jacob put it down like he would have to for the rest of his unlife. Such was their lot. There were two pressing matters of the evening, to gain full acknowledgement from the Prince, and to regain the right to hunt the hospitable lands.
First order of business, a quick scan of heads revealed David Regan Jacob approached to a meter further away than he thought was polite. Doing his utmost to not be intrusive whilst still making his presence know. Jacob clasped his hands and looked off to the side. Waiting to speak when spoken to.
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