[1707] Eternal Court

[Yumyumcrow]

Stax takes a breath.

"I had feared I would be the only one here this summer night. Now I am quite content to be among my own kind." Could that be a hint to his Unconquered affiliations? Or was it meant more generally? "Do we have a topic for discussion? Or perhaps there is Domain business to discuss?"

He deigns to notice Cynthia Weiss .

"Join us! I don't believe we have met. Are you a resident?" The Daeva asks carefully. He tilts his head with an inquiring look directed to the other Kindred who cluster around the available seats.

[Twist]

Twist acknowledged Stax's greeting with a faint smile that broadened at Vivian's complement. A sashaying hip movement to make the skirt flutter, "Isn't it perfect? Though I am not sure it is nearly as eye catching as your own."

"For all that the Brood are like cockroaches with their constant presence in the dark corners of our city, they do not die as easily. I am glad that the domain did not loose you in the fight." Twist added to the conversation.

A side look was given to Alessandra at her quiet words. "Non lasceremo che accada di nuovo." she replied just as quietly.

On the heels of the talk of brood, Stax's voice asking about topics and domain business brought a sudden idea to her and she glanced to the man considering. Instead of interrupting his speaking with Cynthia though, she returned her attention to the City's Reeve and others gathered around.

"The Brood are a threat to all who call Sacramento home and clearly they are not against use of violence. But as you yourself have shown, Sacramento is not weak. Perhaps we should remind ourselves of that. For some of us, maybe brush up on our skills? Through say ... a tournament of sorts?"

[Cynthia Weiss]

Cynthia stayed quiet. There was still some lingering fear, both from the Beast and the feeling she came criminally under-dressed to what she though was a causal gathering at Elysium. Vivian's comment made it clear this was not your typical night. A small comfort at least. Great, the one time I decide to tone down my look for court...

Her train of though was interrupted by a voice with a distinct accent to it. "I'm Cynthia Weiss. A pleasure to meet you Ms Antorini" She said with a nod to the Reeve that came close to turning into a small bow. Her eyes lingered on the extensive tattoos on the Reeves arms and legs. And the blackened wounds that marred them. "Well, if there are any left I'm sure you'll be able to deal with the rest." She added at the end of that discussion.

The artist turned her attention to the lone male in the room. "Well, I've only been here for about... two months now?" The haunt looked mildly shocked by that fact. Had it really been that long?

She stayed silent on the topic of a tournament. It was not something she was particularly good at as far as she was concerned.

[Mable Wood]

Mable was feeling a bit umm...dangerous tonight and her choice of clothes showed it. She dressed in a black stretch-lace dress with lots of strappy embellishments. On her legs she wore thigh high black spike heeled boots. Her hair was down in waves with a wet look about it. This was quite a different look than she had a few courts ago when she dressed like a woodland fairy. Maybe urban life was changing her more than she cared to admit.

Once she reached the Nox she headed in. The wave of beasts hit. some were masked but enough weren't. She steadied herself and caged the beast. Though today she visualized a leather harness and leash holding back the beast, it fit better with her outfit.

Walking up to the small gathering she couldn't help herself, in a bright sunny voice- that did not match the image she presented- she said, "Good Evening everyone, it's a lovely night out."

[Yumyumcrow]

"I trust you have settled in?" Stax inquired of @Cynthia Deltaomega .

"A tournament? Well... That does seem a capital idea." Carefully positioning himself on his seat - so that he didn't have to stare at Mable's roaring Beast Psychangel - he turned to Twist. "I don't think we could have that here, surely? Not in Elysium. It would have to be safely out of the way, somewhere." From the look on face, the idea definitely intrigued him.

[Alessandra]

There was a small shrug, “I didn’t have anything in particular to discuss, so I’m open to suggestions.” He seemed to have been flying below the radar, was that on purpose, or was unlife that unexciting here? She wasn’t sure.

Amusement glimmered in her eyes watching Twist make her dress flutter and the general fashion discussion. She didn’t have much to add to it, not really knowing much about it, just always going with whatever caught her eye.

A grateful smile was offered to Twist with a bow of her head, “Grazie.” It was huge compliment to her. “And I completely agree, they are like cockroaches. But they make stupid mistakes in their arrogance, which will be their downfall.” Mistakes wouldn’t be made this time.

The look was returned with a brief nod. Secretly she wondered if the delicate Daeva planned to join the next fight. Part of her would consider it a blessing to have the fighting skills of Twist beside them, but a larger part worried for her safety. She wouldn’t be able to face Asa if Twist fell to the Brood. But she also knew there was no way of telling the Hound what she could and could not do.

Shaking her head, “No, they are certainly not against violence, and have shown to come well prepared to fight. I counted a shotgun and chainsaw at the last fight, plus one skilled with claws. They hit hard, but without organization.” Had they focused their attacks on single targets, there’s no telling how many of the cities Kindred would have walked out.

An eyebrow was quirked in amusement, “A tournament you say? Hmm,” now that could be fun, and allow others to show off, “of what sorts were you thinking?” she asked, curious.

The Savage was so used to her tattoos being stared at, that the lingering gaze didn’t really register. “Well welcome to the Domain Miss Weiss, have you been settling in well?” a smile was added at the end. And damn, two months?! She needed to get on top of new Damned.

Her Beast suddenly stirs as a challenger approaches. It bares is fangs, purring in Ale’s ear to rend the flesh from Mable. Now that would be rude, she reminds it, shoving it back.

Looking as her Priscus approaches, she wonders if Mable was bipolar when it came to fashion. Last time she was like some type of bright fairy thing, and tonight it was more dominatrix. It made no sense to her, but she smiles anyways,

“Priscus Wood, good evening.” She greets.

Turning to Vivian, "I'd venture to say gathering."

[Cynthia Weiss]

"I try to find time when I can." Cynthia said with a smile to Vivian. To be fair it had been a while since she had appeared here, but did not feel like contradicting the stunning Daeva. She turned and offered a small wave to the arriving Gangrel. "Mable. Nice to see you again. How have you been?" Cynthia was willing to admit she did not picture her wearing that particular dress in court. There was just a slight hint of jealousy in her eyes.

The artists attention was again drawn back to the gathering and its questions. "Well enough I suppose. Things have been so hectic I haven't had the chance to lock down a proper haven yet." The serenity of the Caldarium was nice, but it felt like she was crashing on someones couch.

"I'm guessing you have an idea how this would be organised?" Cynthia asked Twist, eyebrow arching the more this event was being discussed.

[Mable Wood]

"I'm good, thank you. tournament? What kind?" She was up for some fun and games.

[Twist]

Her beast flared behind the mental bars of her mind. It screamed for her to dip the Vivian's feathers in her blood and color in the rest of Alessandra's skin. To stretch Mables skin over Stax in a grotesque parody of the outfit she currently wore.


Instead she simply took a step back, opening up their small circle to make room for the Mable's arrival.


"There are a number of set ups for a tournament. Last man standing, brackets, drawing lots...Mister Stax-" she turned to look at Stax, "As a Librettist perhaps you have experience with setting up such events?"


She wondered how quickly the man would remove himself from Sacramento once the ties that bound him to her city were removed.