(1605) Eternal Court

**West** · May 9th, 2016 07:16 PM

The Nox Populi Nightclub.

In the heart of downtown Sacramento there is a place of intrigue, excitement and entertainment. The modern flare of this venue is host to exclusive parties. The seduction of this establishment may take you away as you drink, dance and socialize. There are private services available upon request. The best DJ’s in town are in line to play a wide variety of music. Some of you may dine…as long as you have your VIP pass.

As Kindred arrive at Nox, they are discreetly met and led to the back of the club; some may recognize the area leading to rear stairs upward. The space downstairs is decorated in dark, rich woods and expensive furniture. There's a coat room that will also hold one's 'unmentionables'; namely, weapons, at the foot of the stairs. There are also private areas, dark, and furnished with soft couches, as well as meeting rooms with conference tables and chairs, and an area with several televisions. The Court area is decorated with long black and purple silken drapes cascading from floor to ceiling. Draped in elegant bunches and gathered into valances across door frames and between supporting pillars; the lighting is intentionally low, and the dull throb of music upstairs creates a low, rumbling pulse.

The common area circles the Court proper, and it becomes apparent that this is not decorated for a single evening. Small symbols note areas for Kindred only that branch off of the Commons, which will be necessary once those Kine privileged enough to see behind the Masquerade filter in: ghouls, herd members, or even devotees.

Another evening; another Danse. For some it will their first, for some it shall be their last. After all, this is the Prince's Elysium, and subject to the Laws of the Domain.

The last Court ended in thunder and blood. What will the following nights bring?

Eternal Court is open once more...

Please remember that Predator's Taint is in effect and role-play is expected, or rolls will be asked for!

This is a great place to get Acknowledged

May 10th, 2016 07:15 PM

Vivian had left as soon as it was time to do so during the previous formal court. She had to make a stop and drove by not long after, yet it didn’t seem like many cars were missing. A conundrum in and of itself.

Nevertheless, she hit the stairs to the lower level and didn’t hesitate. Her dress was modest this time along with matching gloves. Vivian had a mind that if one was constantly seeking attention in their wardrobe, the novelty soon wore off.

She didn’t like to be a worn novelty, what Daeva would? As she walked a few feet, it seemed relatively quiet. At least those with any sort of known Beast weren’t presently around. It wouldn’t last for long.

Immortality was creeping up on her as of late. The death of so many famous people was more than peculiar, and it was only May. Why there weren't measures taken to preserve these treasures was left to guessing. Or, were their sires that good to disguise their disappearance. If so, those sires and their connections were perhaps masterminds at evasion in this day and age considering it was much harder to do so with all the bloody technology.

May 10th, 2016 07:28 PM

Katya was taking careful measures in traveling from the Asylum to Nox and vice versa. Her SUV remained park for the time being, and she would travel via cab in a hoodie to each location. IT was expensive as Hades but better to be safe than sorry. After stashing her toys at home, she quickly stopped back at Nox after changing into a white business blouse unbuttoned at the top, revealing a fishnet top and leather pants. Covering the shirt was a black jacket, giving her a clash of formal and rebellious, an image she might have favored after her last attempt at appearing glamorous was soured by the death of two poachers. She hoped tonight would not be a repeat as she calls on the blood to bring the faintest color to her white skin to imitate mortality.

As she descends the stairs, Katya's head tilts back when she sees Vivian, gorgeous in her ensemble yet Katya wants nothing more in that impulse than to lunge at the Succubus and tear at her with Katya's claws. Reminding herself that she actually doesn't want anymore blood shed this evening, she is able to pull back her Demon and calmly walk up to Vivian to offer a quick bow of her head.

"Good evening Vivian. It's nice to see you again, I'm afraid circumstances beyond my control prohibited me from catching up at the last gathering. How have you been?"

May 10th, 2016 08:11 PM

No sooner than she thought she'd have a moment alone to convene with the quiet, another Beast made itself known. Her own wanted to leap toward the stairs and at least corner whomever it was. Yet, that is what the Elysia were for. She'd turned to see the alabaster Katya on the stairs and bowed a moment before walking to greet her.

"Good evening, Katya and Seneschal. It's wonderful to see you again." She gleamed with a tiny recollection of the Asylum in her eyes. "What sort of circumstances, if I may. I'm rather curious as for once, I left at a reasonable time than usual and drove by later to see there were many vehicles present." Vivian respected the Gangrel and if she could, Katya would be honest or as much as she could be. All the Daeva knew was that there were two odd people whispering about things and not acting like normal neonates who vied for attention and to be acknowledged.

**Benji** · May 11th, 2016 03:20 AM

Like a reoccurring case of herpes, Louis has made it his business to show up at Elysia early and without fanfare. Who knew what kind of juicy drama he might miss if he tried to pull off showing up fashionably late? After the last formal Court, he knew he wasn't going to risk finding out after the fact. So as the rest of the Domain slowly started to make their way downstairs, Louis was already seated at the couches, watching the crowd mill about and bracing himself against the urge to submit to... instinctual incivility.

So Louis was content in performing his best basilisk impression, a lizard spread out on a couch and basking in the awareness of every single predator it could sense. He nods a greeting towards each vampire he personally knows, keeping an eye out for the small list of Kindred he had plans to introduce himself to tonight. He absently picks at the alligator print shirt he has on under his jacket, frowning.

**Pixie Styx** · May 11th, 2016 04:38 PM

After the shocking crescendo of the last Court Nell forwent a dress. The lace creation she'd worn wasn't something that would have held up. Dark grey jeans were paired with a cream crop top, under her favorite leather jacket. And just for speedful placebo, her new heels. The wings made her feel like they might be Hermes' sandals, and after last Court...

Nell paused at the top of the stairs. The point in time where it seemed that all Kindred paused as she did. Nell sucked in a breath, seeing both those she'd rather flee from and once she'd want to pounce upon, fangs decedent. Nell shakes her head and masters the yowling thing that began caterwauling at the sight of the other monsters present. The teal-haired shadow walks down the steps, pointedly not approaching nor, addressing the lazing Daeva on the couches. Still miffed at his leaving the Chapter Houses' Library before she could get her her thoughts in order.

Rolling her eyes at the thoughts, she settles a pretty smile upon her face, approaching the women who are present instead. "Senechal Harding," Nell bows lightly, "Whip York," Nell ducks her head in deference. "Good evening to you both."

May 11th, 2016 07:33 PM

Katya nods in understanding Vivian's curiosity, refraining from sighing from the exhaustion she remembers feeling after that long night. It was indeed a situation that took longer than she had expected from the deviation of the plan she had with David to the less than adequate precision of the shotgun that made the death sentence of Priss seem like a slapstick comedy with her laughter.

She leans closer to speak in a quieter tone to Vivian. "You do recall the two strangers that sat together in the corner? Well, they had been found guilty of feeding here without being granted permission on top of some other behaviors that were at risk of violating the First. They were given an opportunity to make amends and..." she shrugs as her palm turns upward, as if imitating a magic trick with the flick of her wrist. "..they declined our offer so they accepted the alternative." she remembers watching their lifeless forms turn to ash as they were finished off, their third descents into Hades. Unlike the renegade kindred she'd been helping others chase, these two were simply brought in at the wrong time and given the wrong information. Perhaps it was those circumstances that made Katya feel as if she had taken a further step down into the Abyss as a result of escorting Fringe and Priss to theirs. Given that Vivian was also a veteran to the domain and a member of her family meant to set an example Katya says "I can disclose more specific details in a more private space if you'd like." her tone rises as she utters this, unclear if she's being flirtatious or simply doing so to avoid bringing the mood down.

Vivian then sees Katya's eyes roll in the back of her head, her mouth twitching at the sounds of Nell and Louis entering the room. Conscientious of the fact that Vivian is standing right there, Katya is able to tilt her head and tense her neck, the reminder of etiquette enough to push her Demon back just as she hears Nell greet her. She smiles to Nell and nods, "Good evening Miss Cooper. I'm happy to see you, I was actually wondering if I could set aside an evening to consult with you on a computer matter." her eyes shift again, noting Louis sitting on a couch but returns her attention to the two ladies before her to hear either of their responses.

May 11th, 2016 10:05 PM

With his Egyptian blue tie in a meek and fastidious four and hand knot, and the tailored suit of grays and deep blues so dark they might as well be black, one might be surprised at what peeks out from beneath the hem of David's pants: multicolored socks. The blues, yellows, and rose-shades provide a shock of color for those observant enough to look.

In a way, it is much like David himself as he descends the stairs.

Beneath the veil of smoke and mirrors employed unconsciously, an instinct to hide, is a roiling cauldron of a beast. One that aches to destroy all of the weaklings that it sees and is forced to be confronted with. The fear spiked hate, the sound of countless shrikes crying out in discordant tones, all desire to rip and tear and use the screams as a lullaby. Clenched fists, grinding teeth, and closed eyes is part of the body clenching down on itself, a psychosomatic response to the mind wrestling the atavistic instincts; pulling the leash like one would an unruly dog.

One would be surprised at what lays beneath the surface.

Locomotion returns to the Shadow and he moves like a ghost, motions too smooth, towards the growing group of, “Seneschal, Vivian, Miss Cooper. Good to see you all tonight.” David's greeting is paired with a bow, pristine in execution and the result of years of tutelage. There's more truth than congeniality in his statement, legitimately glad to see the three women in one piece.

**Josephine Sterling** · May 12th, 2016 03:17 AM

Blood and Thunder.

Laughter and mockery.

Ash.

If only all gatherings of the Court could be as eventful. Certainly, Josephine wouldn't mind forgoing the ash and the thunder. They were...elements which were best reserved for special occasions. Savored as delicacies amidst the usual chum of the eternal night. Alas, without such contrast, without gruel and ungarnished bread, a feast was merely ordinary.

Thus tonight the Reeve only carried a satchel, a simple pistol inside. Oh, and then there was her servant, of course. Royal . Josephine was keen to see how the soldier would react to the ways of the Court. She had advised to only let her tongue tread upon words which were both deferential and polite, and had been commanded to wear something formal with the addition of a silver necklace bearing the shape of a raven.

Yes, she was most eager to see how her minion would do.

But in a moment. For now, the Reeve felt her demon writhing. No longer was the taste of hell reminiscent of quantifiable hate. Now it was something deeper. Something as strong as ocean tides and as ferocious as the hunting creatures that swam within them.

Fascinating, though nothing she could not control.

A small smile upon black painted lips, the Reeve turned to her servant. "Do you understand why you are here?"

**Vassagon** · May 12th, 2016 09:23 AM

The Ghoul's dress forms tightly to her trim frame with accents of sheer material at the shoulder and midriff. A purse hangs from one shoulder, a thin strap and modest size. She touches the raven at her neck fondly as they descend the stairs, reminding her of her place in this new world she is being shown. Her heart beats quickly, knowing she is entering a den of monsters, each a potential threat to her and her Mistress.

"Yes, Mistress," Royal answers, her eyes growing dark as she looks about the room with scrutiny. "To observe and represent your interests." She had yet to receive her full briefing on her mission, but she understood enough. This introduction would be significant, a taste of things to come.

(1605) Eternal Court

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