(1604) Formal Court

[Asa]

Just a hint of a nod agreed with the Archon's word.

Most of his own initial reactions to the letter had been mono-syllabic, and none of them had been constrained by being in polite company. Fortunately he'd had Nika long enough that she knew which of his words indicated that she should wait and which ones could be read through.

"I'll leave the disposition of that situation to yourself and the Seneschal, Reeve Sterling," Asa answered as he turned from his sister. There was more, much more, to be said on the subject, but he'd never been one for speaking openly with so many... unknowns. "Although I'm sure the Hound would be delighted to provide my opinion if it's needed."

Asa Clarke had always enjoyed a good euphemism.

Only, it wasn't just a euphemism. A small nod was given to the woman who was once a Seneschal and Primogen; now a Hound, and the closest the Domain had to a Herald.

"I've got to decide upon a replacement Keeper."

[Pixie Styx]

Nell was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Listening with half an ear as Whip York speaks with one, face remembered from last Court, and a face not seen before this night. The pretty boy reviles his connection to the Order, and Nell longed to join a simple conversation, but one doesn't simply walk away from The Prince, his Royal Archon, the Reeve, the Seneschal and her own Priscus... So Nell keeps a polite smile upon her face, becoming a little more fixed as Mister Maddox approaches.

Casting her gaze away she sees two newcomers, the poachers? and tries to listen to what they were whispering about. With a frustration she doesn't let show she cannot hear over The Prince and his Court.

But what was this about finding a replacement Keeper? Did something happen to Martha?

  Failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2016-04-04 23:09:11		Nell Cooper rolls 3 to Wits+Comp-2 Nell doesn't want to be left out either! (10 Again)		2, 5, 1		failure

[Garrick Marlon]

"I can get them Seneschal. They've met me before." Garrick says before shifting to look towards the two poachers but waits for permission to get them. Equally parts appearances and not pissing off Katya. The poachers understood the concept of hierarchy before which is good, time to teach it again.

And one of them may be carrying a glass shank again, need to check that.

[Josephine Sterling]

"If you would lead the way, Whip Marlon, I would be most appreciative," Josephine replied to the Nosferatu, her tone quite explicit upon just important such an appreciation would be for him.

"I believe that we all should escort them to my office so that we might discuss their future with them."

Garrick Marlon

[Garrick Marlon]

Huhhhh Garrick bows his head to the Reeve. "Yes Reeve." Shit, how to make sure the poachers aren't being stupid? No good way to do it now. "They're aware of the rules." This...feels weird

Taking a step back, Garrick bows deeply at the waist to Prince Clarke, hoping that a silent departure is ok right now. Regan is asking for permission but getting this done faster is better right? ..hopefully.. Rising from the bow Garrick shifts his head to look at the Reeve Cayce and then Seneschal sumthingpositiv . With a small nod of his head Garrick quietly turns and walks to the two poachers.

[Pixie Styx]

Surrounded on all sides by these very important individuals Nell keeps her ears perked to the familiar sound of voices known. Nell's fixed smile relaxes into something more natural when David offers her his arm, which she gladly takes.

Eventually she wishes see the world from these auspicious heights, among Kindred of their stature...but not now. Not when her knowledge will fail her. Not with her Blood so weak..Not while she's surrounded by these apex predators, placidly spe--her thoughts lose their coherency as a yowl begins ringing within.

It's only the press of David's arm against her's and his softly spoken voice that allow Nell to regain coherency and control. Nell mimics David's only lowering herself a little farther then the Shadow Priscus had, and awaits the words of His Grace.

[Yumyumcrow]

Fringe and Priss lurk quietly in their corner.

The Shadow watches with silent, sullen, suspicion as Garrick approaches. Her eyes move past him, roving across the chamber to the cluster of Kindred who had sent him across to them.

Priss, suddenly lucid, straightens. "We have done what was asked. Everything what was asked. What more is there to do?"

[Josephine Sterling]

"Now we must it official," Josephine replied coldly.

"Walk this way."

A dead hand gestured in front of her, in the direction of her Office. She would stride behind them, herding them onward until they reached their destination and could begin their discussion in private.

And there was no need to say please.

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