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  1. #1
    Yumyumcrow's Avatar
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    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.


    However the Kindred arrive they are discreetly met and led to the back of the club. 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 red 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 even with the gentle pulse of music from above, the place has the feel of a sepulchre.


    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.


    Tonight the Court is almost empty. No themed rugs or accoutrements, no circle of chairs or layout of settles to create an intimate space for conversation. There is chair, carved elegantly from dark stained wood. And on the seat is chess piece - a King, laid down at an angle to signify victory... Or defeat.

    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!


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  2. #2
    Alice Hart's Avatar
    Presence
    (Disquieting)
    Mask of Tranquility
    Striking Looks
    (Pale Wraith)
    Alice Hart

    Baddacelli
    Acolyte and Valkyrja of the Circle of the Crone
    Danger Sense ●
    Status; City ●●●, Clan ●●, Cov ●●

    Lyssa Wolfe. Ghoul

    Curse

    Past her Albinism, Alice is naught but a doll, beautiful in her impossible perfection. Taking on a inescapable sheen of artifice, both movements and manner seem, hollow and fake. She's nothing but a marionette, limbs jerking and twisting as if pulled by invisible strings.

    Marring her unnatural beauty are her eyes, or the lack of them, vacant pits of visceral horror.
    Stats

    1
    OCC
    +1
    SL
    -1
    NOS
    2
    PRE

    This was bad. Very, very bad. For weeks and months and longer Alice had been covering Asa's very noticble absence, but now...this...

    a voice. small. pitiful. shrieks in the darkness. spitting out explentirives a d denials in equal measure.

    It was bound to come out eventually. But Alice was trying to control that information. With Lyssa's eyes and the imagery displayed with the chair and king piece....could Alice hide it before it was too late?

    Alice wraps shadows around it as she slips it into her pocket, hoping, pleading, praying that this'll work.



      ToS chess piece
    Date Action Roll Result
    2017-12-01 12:53:41 Alice Hart rolls 9 to ToS king (wits 3 + larceny 2 + obfuscate 2 + 2 size) (10 Again) 7, 10, 6, 3, 10, 7, 1, 9, 1, 5, 9 4 successes
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    Twist's Avatar
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    (Seductive)
    Striking Looks
    (Delicate)
    Mask of Tranquility
    Kalos Hamilton (Ghoul)
    New Identity (Myah Torsione)
    Twist
    Kalos Hamilton (Ghoul)

    +1
    SL
    4
    PRE

    With the quiet emptiness, it was not hard to hear the sound of another's approach down the stairs. A pause at the foot of them, at the coat room, and Twist shed the overcoat that had wrapped her, preserving the masquerade of caring about the weather. Then, smoothly, she pulled free from their concealed sheaths, the knives usually worn with impunity into Court proper and laid them down.

    Once the weapons were checked, she turns and steps into the room. Her eyes scan the empty room, finding the form of Alice and Lyssa standing near the lone chair.

    Approaching she pauses a pace away and offers a half curtsy, "Seneschal,". Straightening and taking the final step toward Alice and the empty chair, she eyes the piece of furniture.

    Reaching out she traced the carved wood, a small half smirk on her face as she recalled another chair in another Court. That one a throne carved in the likeness of the Sun.

    Symbolism and blood. It drove their nights and their Danses.

    And that included their outfits.
    Counterfeiting Life (Blush) in Public Scenes

  5. #4
    Alessandra's Avatar
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    (Commanding)
    Striking Looks
    (Tattooed Beauty)
    Blood Potency(+1)
    Status
    (Criminals)
    Retainer
    (Gabriel)
    First thing you will notice about Ale is the abundance of her tattoos. They go from her face all the way to her feet, and not much is left bare. The second thing? Her strong Italian accent.

    Known as Sofia De Luca

    Gabriel, Ghoul
    Cain, Hell Hound
    Alessandra Scenes
     -2 Vitae for Blush of Life and Drink, 
     
     

    +1
    SL
    4
    PRE

    Court.

    Again.

    One Court seemed to blend too easily into another in the Savages mind. Nothing really exciting happens, same old things.

    But she wanted to change it up a bit.

    At least for herself.

    Tonight, gone were usual black clothes. Gone was the dark hair and red lips.

    A different looking Reeve
    waltzed into Court. This one clad in skin tight, second skin type patent leather. A deep v cut in the front exposed tattoos near her breasts. The dress was short enough to cause her to be aware of how she moved or sat, but not too short to make her really worry. White heels matched. Her hair was also blonde, waves loose and flowing and her makeup very soft. The tattoos were a stark contrast to the look. The only dark, beside her soul, visible.

    Why the new look? Why the fuck not? The hair would be the same tomorrow night and she felt like having some fun.

    She stops as she views the room. Eyes showing her concern at the lack of décor. Had the Ghouls taken the night off?

    She see’s Twist and Alice, standing near an empty chair. An elaborate chair, very nice, but still…empty.

    What the hell was going on?

    Shaking her head, she makes her way over, thankful for the lack of Beasts currently present. It was always nice not to have to wrestle with hers.

    Dipping into a deep bow, “Your Grace,” says the Italian with respect before turning to Alice, who also gets a bow, “Seneschal Hart.” She then straightens, “Hope you’re both well this evening. It’s, um, an interesting Court.” Was she missing something going on?
    Alessandra Antinori │BP 6│Strong Italian Accent

  6. #5
    T
    Threndyn

    Threndyn entered the club, another turn of the screw but tonight he hoped it went slow. A new town, a new fuck and a new game but this danse tonight was all about famillia. Standing 6ft tall with with dark eyes sat against sweet smelling caramel skin with slight dark brown/gray stubble and short dark brown hair. The mature daeva walked with a natural strut wearing a black shirt with gray/white stripes over dark denim jeans and black loafers. On his right wrist is a silver Bulova crystal watch and on his right ring finger is a white gold and ruby initial ring with the letter B.

    As he followed to the back his beast began to rile, holding it down was going to be another nightly test and its a process. Threndyn doesn't have to like it but he deals with it the best he can. As he entered what looked like a bare room with a mysterious chair and a gathering of minds Threndyn smirked as he approached.

    Clearing his throat softly, Threndyn spoke with a soft, confidant italian accent. "Good evening, may i ask what all the fuss is about a chair? I mean the craftsmanship is lovely but unless it seats a Gods, its still a chair. Right?"


    Looking at each undead specimen before him made the desire in him leap forward as his beast began an inner roar, stifling such a thing deserved a closer observation as prior nights weren't like this. Maybe his family new more by sending him here but Threndyn was ready to leave anyways. He needed a new truth, a new God, a new fuck and this is where he lands.

  7. #6
    Alice Hart's Avatar
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    (Pale Wraith)
    Alice Hart

    Baddacelli
    Acolyte and Valkyrja of the Circle of the Crone
    Danger Sense ●
    Status; City ●●●, Clan ●●, Cov ●●

    Lyssa Wolfe. Ghoul

    Curse

    Past her Albinism, Alice is naught but a doll, beautiful in her impossible perfection. Taking on a inescapable sheen of artifice, both movements and manner seem, hollow and fake. She's nothing but a marionette, limbs jerking and twisting as if pulled by invisible strings.

    Marring her unnatural beauty are her eyes, or the lack of them, vacant pits of visceral horror.
    Stats

    1
    OCC
    +1
    SL
    -1
    NOS
    2
    PRE

    Safely in shadows, no one needed to know.

    Or at lest that's what Alice kept telling herself.
    yes yes. calm calm. no storm. no blood
    The wraith writhes at that thought that wasn't her's. Alice feels herself thrum at the notion. Opposite then what Ares' reminder of prices paid spoke.

    Steps jolt her out of her reverie, she hopes the lack means Robert, but Alice know these steps weren't his.

    "Your Grace," Alice's head ducks down, she was his. She knew. She knew.

    Alice's bone pale hand reaches for the chair, a throne in all but name empty....

    A shock, ice water in the face of the tide. Ale. Ale. Did she know? Suspect? "Madam Reeve." she greats. Head ducking down then up in a strings pulled motion. "Interesting..? Yes. You could say that. I think, something came up before the decor could be completed....." Alice hope this will suffice.

    The tide rises, the Wraith hisses, spitting as the presence if a new monster is felt before Alice heard unfamiliar footsteps. "Tis a chair, nothing more." lying through her teeth, but to make if seem like she was proving a point the Blind Doll takes the only seat in the room.

    Her head turns to this new comer, her hollowed sockets pointing in his direction, "Greetings, I am Seneschal Aluce Hart, this is Her Grace, Archon Twist, and this is Madam Reeve Antinori...." leaving off clan and covenant, for now. Waiting for the make to respond likewise.
    Health: | Willpower: | Vitae: | Mimetismo 1: Certain Sounds Active

  8. #7
    V
    Vivian York

    Vivian was her bright and chipper self, or as chipper as one could get whilst being undead. It was hard to sell if she was feisty, full of sass or what these days. But, she was anything but silent. Her shoes clicked down the stairs as her sheer gold dress flounced and revealed her legs here and there. Lace gloves slid down the banister of the stairs while she made her entrance.

    Her Beast was anything but crabby as it rolled around while it sensed Ale. She smiled as her eyes caught three familiar ladies. "Hello Ale and Alice." Why bother being formal when only the new guy was around. Save for one. "Good evening Your Grace." Which accompanied a bow of her head and a grin for all of them.

    "Hello." A brow cocked curiously at the new guy but she half dismissed him as her eyes had finally took in the scenery.

    One chair.

    Who the hell keeps playing these games?

    "So, I see the mysterious decorator has been at it again." She approached the beautifully carved chair and noticed a chess piece. She didn't know a damn thing about chess, despite being raised in England. That was something the 'men folk' did back in the day.

    "Okay, I give. What is going on." It was a statement, not a question and she was tired of the silliness. "Did someone win the cakewalk finally?"

    "Or am I late for that discussion?" She chuckled apprehensively.

    OOC

  9. #8
    Alessandra's Avatar
    Presence
    (Commanding)
    Striking Looks
    (Tattooed Beauty)
    Blood Potency(+1)
    Status
    (Criminals)
    Retainer
    (Gabriel)
    First thing you will notice about Ale is the abundance of her tattoos. They go from her face all the way to her feet, and not much is left bare. The second thing? Her strong Italian accent.

    Known as Sofia De Luca

    Gabriel, Ghoul
    Cain, Hell Hound
    Alessandra Scenes
     -2 Vitae for Blush of Life and Drink, 
     
     

    +1
    SL
    4
    PRE

    The accent caught her attention before the stranger really did. Sure, he had a dark and alluring presence about him, which was nice. But the accent.

    There was a smirk, Buonasera,” greeted the Italian Savage. While his accent was soft, hers was strong. “And while a chair is usually just a chair, the decorations are a continuous loop of change. So it is new and alluring.” Was she referring to the chair, or him? The Reeve wouldn’t say, but perhaps the glint in her eyes did?

    An eyebrow was then raised at Alice’s answer, wasn’t finished? That didn’t seem like something Asa would allow, not of his Ghouls and certainly not of his Court.

    When Alice introduces her, she focuses back on the new guy, “So now you have us at a disadvantage, you know who we are, but we don’t know who you are.” Most new Kindred began with an introduction.

    And then the press of another Beast, this one strong and challenging. Eyes look and see Vivian, looking very enticing in gold.

    “Madame York.” This was still Court, titles still mattered.

    “And yes, so it seems.”
    Turning to look at her, leather crinkling with movement. Thankfully she didn’t have to breathe because it might be very difficult giving the fit.

    A questioning look, “Cakewalk?” she asks, clearly not knowing what the Daeva was referring to.
    Did she miss something?
    Alessandra Antinori │BP 6│Strong Italian Accent

  10. #9
    Twist's Avatar
    Presence
    (Seductive)
    Striking Looks
    (Delicate)
    Mask of Tranquility
    Kalos Hamilton (Ghoul)
    New Identity (Myah Torsione)
    Twist
    Kalos Hamilton (Ghoul)

    +1
    SL
    4
    PRE

    The peaceful quiet of Alice's hidden beast is broken as Alessandra approaches. Twist's own Beast flares in response, imagery of coating the empty chair before them in the stain of blood. In the time it takes her to turn to see the woman, she has it restrained though.

    At the sight that greets her upon her turn, a single eyebrow arches and she does a lingering once over of the Reeve. "It is now," she murmurs silkily, approval of the change in her voice. The visual change of Alessandra's appearance is enough to distract her from taking note of the next entrance to Court.

    When he speaks, she turns and he receives the same treatment as Alessandra- a slow once over that is unabashedly obvious. A slow smile curls at her lips, her voice is wry though perhaps only she would find her coming comment so amusing"Perhaps it did."

    Her amusement at his quip and her response is only deepened as Alice speaks, a sparkle growing in her eyes at the doll's words. Her hands make a small smoothing gesture at her waist as she tilts her head slightly to allow Alice her game.

    Her amusement at the evening's happenings is barely dampened by the encroachment of Victoria and her Beast. "Good evening- you are looking quite dazzling tonight. Though I am very intrigued at what has encouraged the Reeve's look." As to her question regarding cakewalks, she agreed with Alessandra on not understanding the reference and so merely shook her head in quizzical confusion.
    Counterfeiting Life (Blush) in Public Scenes

  11. #10
    T
    Threndyn

    "Buonasera, sono il signor Bellomo. Of course you stunning ladies may call me Threndyn but my given name is Threndyn Alexander Bellomo. Seneschal Hart...You know back in the days of Gods, they had in certain chambers, chairs made of solid, sturdy and strong wood. These chairs, as they were called, were used solely by the the Gods to sit in and their servants or whores were left to service them. A single chair evokes many a thing in people, from sexual to religious conotations and that's not dealing with cults or war."

    Threndyn eyed each woman, giving them each a thorough once over as if he was setting prices for each and weighing their worth. Any good God knows what they have and how to keep it, he stifled an internal giggle as he kept looking at the female Reeve in second skin leather, not realizing his mouth spoke.

    "I'd buy it, you or whatever you are selling. Just looking at you right now evokes true art and the body...Not to shabby. I could have real fun with such a creature that you are, the bank we could make and the pleasures to be had. I like it, just it screams i need color, though i'm not getting it, its ok. Its like a good whiskey, not too harsh, its smooth going down and it has to have just the right burn. I'm totally there Madame Antinori as long as you give as good as you get."

    Smiling as he turned his attention to the sitting Seneschal, he studied her fragility and how she was perched in the chair and the mystery deepened. Threndyn reveled in the mystery and wondered what god such as she served. She was a curious creature needing further studied.

    Looking at Madame York who also arrived after he did and her Grace, Archon Twist, he eased his beast as he drank in their presence and boy...What a presence that has been given to him tonight, Threndyn needed to thanks the Gods that gifted him the opportunity to bask in their glow and he was sucking it all in like a Hoover on overdrive.

    "Priscus York and her Grace, Archon Twist. I forget who i texted with but my info had both your names and Priscus York's deets. I actually was stopping by hoping to meet the sitting Seneschal here and then i was planning on giving Miss York a ding."


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