(1711) Eternal Court - Hookah and Musk

[Alice Hart]

"Ah, for that, I have no answer. I know who, yes one if the Prince's ghouls, but not who supplies the plans or the muscles." though knowing the Blood and the kine that supped upon it, the anyone if the Prince's slight, delicate ghouls could be considered the 'muscle'. "Maybe the changes are a theme. They have been happening like clockwork. A year of changes to remember when the nights blur and blend." Alice proposes with her parody of a smile.


Teeth grit as another presence makes itself known, the tide rises and the Wraith thrashes. With efferent and none at all, Alice keeps the Wraith leashed and pushes it down. Drowning it in the deep.

A hollow hum, "Oh? You're proposing a shopping trip? Quick Vivian we better get that locked in, so the Reeve dosen't change her mind," Alice teases, her lips quirking up into a hollow-fake smirk.

"Other then this shopping trip that's definitely going to happen, are there any plans in the works?"

Noticeably Josef speaks naught.

[Cynthia Weiss]

Cynthia let her fingertips glide against the ridge of her mohawk. "Felt like doing something slightly different tonight. Stagnation is one of the great enemies of our kind." She explained to Alessandra. Her hands slipped into her leather jacket. "It'll grow back tomorrow though. So more experiments for me"

She gave Mable Wood a nod as she stepped inside. The beast rattled within but she kept it suppressed. "Evening Miss Wood. Hope you're doing well." She did wonder for a moment if Cadence was going to make an appearance tonight. She would not mind speaking to the Daeva again despite the awkward meeting.

"Did say one mystery." She said with a shrug. "But you are right about the other questions. Wonder if its the Prince or the ghouls calling the shots with decorating this place." She mused out loud as her eyes fell on the ornate Hookah sitting in the middle of the room. "And if thats just for show." There was the temptation to bend down and take a puff from it. But her attention was diverted towards the mystery newcomer when he spoke. "Ah. You from Germany?" She asked. It was rare to hear it from someone else these nights.

[Alessandra]

The challenge of another Beast, another one that equaled it, caused her own to stir. Its mouth twisted into a snarl as it stalked once again. There were too many strong Beasts here it growled in her ear, wanting, urging her take them all out and being the strongest here.

But that wasn’t going to happen. That was Mable, her Priscus and Cousin.

So she smiles instead, much to her Beasts displeasure,

Dipping her head, “Prsicus Wood, good evening.” Her Cousin had been quiet lately, and she wondered what was going on.

Attention went back to Vivian, “Well, perhaps they like the ability to change the area on a whim? I’ve heard there are some people who love to decorate and are always changing things whenever the mood strikes them.” Shrug. She had no idea.

A laugh, “I haven’t been shopping in sometime, usually only venturing into stores if it’s an Official Court and I need a dress. Clothes and shopping has never been my thing, but maybe it’s time to give it a go.” And who better than a Daeva to go with? “Not to mention I tend to get a little aggravated at people’s judgmental stares, and sometimes can’t keep my mouth shut.” Which limited where she could shop.

Is this what others felt like when she talked with Twist in their native tongue? Having no clue what was being said, wondering if it was about you? Wasn’t nice, but she also didn’t really care enough.

Nodding to him, “That’s always great to hear. We do strive to be as welcoming as we can to those who decide to stay here.” It was true, and it was still a little surprising. Not many Domains were welcoming to outsiders.

“Wonderful! I’m glad you were able to get what you were looking for.” Perhaps there was a lot more to him than she originally thought. Maybe he could in fact be useful.

One of the Princes ghouls. Oh to be powerful enough to have multiple ghouls. And she was a little jealous if she was being honest with herself. She still had yet to get one of her own.

“That’s a good observation.” When you were a Kindred, nights too often blurred into one.

Smirking with a chuckle, “I’ve said it, requested it in a way, so no worries about me going back on it.” Joking back with Alice.

“No plans that I’m aware of, well, besides the one with the Brood.” She figured that one went without saying.

“Stagnation is a very dangerous thing. But I like it, the hair, you wear it well.” Not a style she could pull off, but the Haunt owned it and made it look great. “I’ve played with my hair a few times, from short cuts to going blonde. It does make things a little more interesting, even if it’s just for the night.” Blonde was fun, she should do that more often.

[Mable Wood]

Mable liked the talk of clothes, it was something she never got to do when she was in the forests all the time. "I usually go to the thrift stores. You can get great bargains there. And sometimes I make something new from the old." She looks at the other ladies. "But I suppose you all prefer to go to the stores that cater to the rich and powerful." She gives a bright smile. There is no hint of sarcasm in her tone. nor does she sound like she is ashamed of her bargains. It was simply a statement of fact that they were different.

"About the brood." Mable's smile faded, "When are we going to face them again?" She tried hard not to show her slip in confidence. But after she fought so poorly with the silly stick she was truly worried.

[Alice Hart]

Alice laughs her hollow laugh, nodding her strings pulled nod as Ale teases her back.

"With how slow things have been lately," speaking of course of the kindred of note. They tended to come and go on the tide. Lately, however....well. Everything had been different lately.

The mockery of laughter leaves as Alice's serious of hollow mien resumes. "Soon Miss Wood, soon." Alice answers the savage priscus, knowing the women Ale gave the leading of clan Gangrel to would be an other knife or claw rather, against the Brood.

[Cynthia Weiss]

"Why thank you very much." Cynthia said as she flashed a smile. It was unusual to get compliments so regularly. Not that she did not mind. The artist studied the Reeve for a moment before nodding. "I think you should give it a try. Even if its just for a night or two. Think it would look good on you." She added. There was not much she could add to the speculation of the ever evolving decor of court. Only way to find out is to ask the Prince...

The continuing subject of shopping made the artist paused for a moment and looked down at her boots. "That reminds me. I need to find a new pair or two..." She muttered quietly to herself. It was unlikely she was invited though. "I've done that a few times myself Miss Wood. Though its a pain to find a place that's open around our time." Or find something you like she wanted to add.

Her attention had once again turned back to the newcomer to the Domain. "Well I hope you enjoy your time over here in the states. Current problems excluded of course." Cynthia said with a nod. "How is Germany by the way? Its been quite a long time since I've been there."