(1704) Eternal Court

[Alessandra]

New night, new Court and the Reeve was milling about her office. There wasn’t anything really pressing, but there were still problems that needed to be dealt with. And she really needed to get a Deputy or two to help. Not that she couldn’t handle it, but it would be nice to have the extra help.

A glance at the clock told the Savage that the time had come to make her own entrance.

Pushing away from the desk and closing the laptop, she smooths the vest, making sure each of the two clasps was secure. She wasn’t worried about a wardrobe malfunction, but as an officer of the Court and a member of the Invictus, she wanted to appear somewhat professional. As professional as someone covered head to toe in tattoos could be.

Tonight she had on her favorite vest, the one with the high collar. Two buttons held the front of it closed, but inked skin still showed. There was no shirt under it, only a black bra. Her hair was loosely gathered behind her head, spilling over the high collar artfully. Black leather pants and boots completed her look. Every inch of her exposed arms was covered in tattoos, including her hands and palms. Her neck, stomach and even around her left eye was tattooed.

Walking into Court she was hit by the presence of many new Beasts. None which her own want to run in fear, but many of which made hers drool with blood lust. It’s claws tapped and fangs were bared at the weaker Beasts. Each one attached to a face she hadn’t seen before, did someone post flyers or something? She pauses a moment to deal with the rage in her Beast, not so gently urging it back to its corner. There would be no bloodshed tonight.

Eyes settle upon Alice, and Jacob, already in the middle of new Kindred, so she walks over.

“Good evening Seneschal Hart,” she says with a curtsy before turning to Jacob, “Priscus Maddox.” There was a nod of the Savages head.

“And hello to the rest of you,” smiles the Italian, “I’m Madame Reeve Alessandra Antinori, welcome to Sacramento.” Lots of new faces meant lots of Acknowledgement. And Kindred she didn’t know or trust. "Can I be of assistance Seneschal Hart? Seems we have quite the crowd here." she asks with a smile, knowing full well that Alice could handle this crowd. But it never hurt to make it presence known to the new Kindred, she was here as the Law.

[Mable Wood]

Mable tugged her cute little yellow dress down once she climbed out of her truck. She didn't need to be showing any 'lady parts' as her dad would say. She then walked into court. She needed to find out about a few things and figured she would need to ask the Reeve. with a final tug of the dress she walked into court like a ray of sunshine.

She paused for a moment to get her bearings as the wave of beasts washed over her. Once her fighting instincts died down she walked further in. The Reeve was in with a bunch of others including the Seneschal. Mable straightened her shoulders and marched right up to the group.

Mable stood near Priscus Maddox and she waited quietly for the others to finish the business they had. She didn't want to interrupt anyone but she did make eye contact with anyone who looked her way and gave a nod of hello to them.

[Asa]

Asa listened to the soft hum of conversation intrude, filtering past the office door and undetectable to all but the Heightened hearing of a Kindred. He turned off the television and straightened his fig colored tie before wheeling on the suit jacket that hung by the door.

He walked the hall at a sedate pace; every footfall a new wave of hatred, letting the crimson waves crest, break, and ultimately retreat. There were several faces he'd never seen before and no doubt the source of the spectacular array of violence his inner predator tempted him with.

Eyes and ears watched and heard a new arrival ignore his Priscus' attempts at education before offering a nod to Alessandra. He wasn't favoring the Reeve over the Seneschal, just aware that such a gesture would be lost upon the eyeless Haunt.

It was curious to note that the Carthians of last Court were all vanished.

[White]

"It is unwise to presume to command Dr. Culment, even politely veiled commands." His voice was not cold, but neither did it contain its usual good humor. "Why don't you take this chance while we greet each other to review the laws." It was worded like a question, but a lack of intonation made it clear it was not.

He stood turning away from Jax. "Madame Reeve, good to see you again." He gave her a half bow, noticing the Prince enter out of the corner of his eye he straightened himself and gave a full bow to him in turn. He noticed the woman from last time as well, standing near him. Did she need something? He was glad his memory was so clear for moments like this: "good evening Ms. Wood." He smiled lightly, "settling into Sacremento well I hope?"

[Mable Wood]

Mable saw the Prince enter court and again was struck by him. His charm was evident even without speaking to him. Her attention turned to Priscus of the shadows, as he very politely dealt with a troubled clan member, and the Reeve and Seneschal.

Mable almost jumped when Jaccob spoke to her. "Priscus Maddox, good evening to you as well. I'm settling in quite well, thank you. And how are you doing?" It was so sweet of him to inquire after her. Again, Mable was struck by how nice people were here. It must be due to the satisfaction of living in a domain with good leadership.

[Twist]

Twist had arrived early to the Nox. But had never quite made it down to Court. Instead she had gotten gotten pleasantly distracted with the club and found herself enjoying conversation with an adorably awkward young man at the bar who was struggling to remain cool with every increasing sentence.

But the growing hum of her Beast's irritation as Kindred subtly slipped in and downstairs finally had her pulling away from him to make her own way downstairs. Running fingers through her hair, she had left it unbound and it tumbled carelessly down her back, and straightening her outfit, she breezed past the coat check and headed in.

It was advantageous the upstairs atmosphere had her in a good mood because what awaited her past the entrance instantly dampened everything down to merely pleasant. Her Beast bared fangs silently behind the walls she held firm and she buried the murder in her eyes in a deep curtsy to the one man in the room who she didn't want to eviscerate, Asa Clarke.

A second, shallower curtsy, was offered to the Seneschal and by then she felt in control enough to advance into the room.

She avoided joining the large gathering though, instead she made her way to one of the chairs. Lounging at apparent ease she held a body language that was confident but open to conversation should any require such with her.

[Scylla]

The press of new Beasts was nearly overwhelming, and the press of new conversation even moreso. And so, for some moments, Scylla was silent, allowing things to calm before she waded into the conversation again, though she gave a grateful nod to the Shadow Priscus for his deft handling of his cousin. It left her free to focus back in on the Servant of the Corpse God, and the challenge he placed by accusing the followers of the Crone of being anything else but what they were.

"When I spoke of Draco," Scylla began again, fixing her eyes upon the Sanctified, "I spoke of the master of these lands, as the Priestess and Seneschal already knew. And it is her that I follow, for I am Stormcrow, and I laugh at the mockery that you call Eternal."

Her own challenge delivered, Scylla turned her eyes to the Reeve, the scion of Rome, though the Stormcrow's brow furrowed as she took in all the ink that marked the other Gangrel's flesh.

"Ma-Dame Reeve. Honored. In the coming nights, we will slay together."

That proclamation made, Scylla turned her attention back to Alice, waiting to see if the Priestess would indeed tell them that the man in the purple tie was Draco. For, unlike the false legate, the Stormcrow did not assume in practice, whereas he did not assume in tongue alone.

Sorry for holding everything up!