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    Yumyumcrow's Avatar
    Campanella
    Campanella

    Campanella
    Ingrid

    2
    PRE

    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 from dark stained wood, placed exactly as it was a month before.

    An air of neglect is starting to settle in over Elysium.

    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

  2. #2
    Cynthia Weiss's Avatar

    Presence
    (Confident)
    Striking Looks
    (Hot Goth)
    Obfuscate
    (Mask of Tranquillity)
    New Identity
    (Elise White)
    Cynthia Weiss

    Nosferatu Curse:
    The fowl scent of toxic chemicals follow Cynthia wherever she goes. Everything from Ammonia to Sulphur seems to cling to her.

    +1
    SL
    -1
    NOS
    3
    PRE

    Priscus.

    Many had to plot, backstab and dance the Danse Macbre for decades, centuries even before you could rise to the upper echelons of ones clan in a domain to hold the tile. Here in the city of Sacramento, Cynthia Weiss had woken up with a message that the title had fallen into her lap. It was far from what she had expected.

    She frowned as she stopped at the entrance of Court. It felt emptier than she remembered. It had a similar feeling to that of the Caldarium, which now resembled a fetid cesspool from neglect rather than a proper meeting spot for the Clan. She went for a simple black dress for tonight and a pair of black pikes. Her hair was teased up high and looking vaguely like it was about to come alive. The goth Haunt took a seat and waited to see what exactly was going on in the domain. The faint smell of sulphur and iodine started to settle around her.

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    Takeda Katsumi's Avatar

    Takeda Katsumi

    Curse: Sakki (The projected Intent to Kill)

    -1
    NOS
    2
    PRE

    When Takeda Katsumi entered Elysium for the second time, her blades left in the care of the Domain, she forced herself to reflect upon a truth as natural as the falling of rain, or the coming of night. Before every moment of bloodshed there was the aura of murder, and that aura was met with either its own reflection, or with the cringing aura of fear, and thus began the dance of death. Whether this dance was done with tooth and claw, or blade and bullet, it was all the same. But, what if that aura of murder was not met with another aura in return? What then?

    That was the question that Takeda tried to focus her being upon as she felt the aura of her Beast meet those of the others that had already arrived to court. Such was the reminder that no matter how beautiful they might appear, no matter how much power they held within their gaze or at their fingertips, this was not Tendo, the realm of Gods, for every time they met the touch of Jigoku, hell, made itself known. But even in hell, there was order. There were rules to be followed, and so when Takeda caught the pungent sent of chemicals wafting from a woman who looked as though as were bound for some sort of performance, she knew she could not simply linger within her contemplative mood.

    Striding with the confidence of a killer up to the pale, painted woman that Takeda suspected was a member of her clan, the recently arrived Kindred bowed.

    "Good evening. I am Miss Takeda Katsumi, and we share blood, do we not?" she demanded, her words clipped and precise, even while delivered with her eyes half towards the floor. It was a most rude greeting, but it served a purpose. Takeda wished to take the other woman's measure, and thus, a challenge had to be offered. Her gaze was keen as she straightened again and regarded the face that reminded her of a Noh mask, even though she was passing familiar with the subculture of the Goth.

    Takeda Katsumi. Given Name: Katsumi. Nosferatu, Invictus.
    Curse: Sakki (The projected Intent to Kill)

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    Krieg

    Shopping for a man of his size was both challenging and expensive. Once more, Krieg donned his black coat. Step by step, the Acolyte's well worn boots tapped down the stairwell.

    Immediately, the "call of the wild" sensation activated. Takeda was the most obvious target. Despite her body signalling a threat, the Acolyte's instincts convinced his higher cognitive functions; she was a deer in the forest. He was the wolf.

    The other wolf - no, a man - was a competitor that needed to be eliminated. Last to be noticed was a woman who concealed her Beast, just as he did.

    Arriving at the tail end of Takeda's inquiry, "we share blood, do we not," provided sufficient context. This was Priscus Cynthia Weiss.

    With one large step, the Haunt towered over the pair. "It seems timing is favorable to us, Cousins." Turning his gaze from Takeda to Weiss, "I am Krieg," placing a thick hand upon his chest. "Madame Reeve Alessandra provided a short and sweet Acknowledgment for the two of us on our first night here. It is indeed a pleasure to meet you at last."

  7. #5
    Lawrence Taft's Avatar

    Presence
    (Intense)
    Blood Potency
    New Identity
    (Frank Petros)
    Status
    (City Hall)
    Lawrence Taft

    3
    PRE

    What had he stumbled into? Threads of Fate? Hardly. Sacramento - the city - has been a refreshing change of scenery. Its Domain is beginning to stagnate. Whispers had reached his ears of there having been a proper Prince here. Somewhere. He'd never seen the man. Not even a glimpse.

    Taft has decided all at once that the chair isn't really a riddle. It is as plain a message as can be spoken; the Prince is gone. What else could it possibly mean? At least this little bit matches that Weaver's story... something is about to change. Because if it doesn't? This Domain will decay.

    There are only a few others, here. So far. He'd seen the goth a few months ago, on his first night in the Nox. Attractive and confident. And, while she's certainly radiating something, it isn't her Beast. The same courtesy has be en extended from that monster of a man who'd shown up late to the last Court. Which just leaves what? The little Asian girl with the little Beast. Accompanied by her odd curse. Tonight would be easy. The Man would dominate this night. He's sure of it.

    Taft is still wearing the black jacket he'd worn in from outside. He could have shrugged it off earlier or checked it in. Not tonight. It would serve as a false barrier between him and whomever else - more formidable - deigned to show up. Reigning the Spider back on a leash, he moves in on the trio of subjects Haunts.

    Ever observant, the word 'cousins' sticks out. Noted. "Your large friend is right. I've seen no one outside of your clan tonight. Myself excluded, of course." He smiles a thin-lipped smile. "If this was to be a family conversation, I can find myself another to join."
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    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 night was here.

    The night when her Danse as she knew it would change forever.

    The throne in Court would no longer be empty. The Savage would fill the vacancy left by Asa.

    But would the Domain accept her? She already had Twist in her corner, supporting the bid. But the Domain as a whole, would they follow?

    Asa had been a spectacular Prince. Both fair and just, never leading with a heavy hand, and those were very large shoes to fill.

    Was the Savage up for the challenge? Of course she was. It went without saying that as an Invictus, she was naturally drawn to the power the title of Prince brought. But that didn't mean that the position didn't scare her. This was huge.

    But a Savage as Prince! It was something she had always been told was out of her reach.

    Yet here she was, smoothing her silver jacket of invisible wrinkles. Tugging the tails of the coat, perhaps a nervous thing? The jacket hugged her curves, showing tattoos present on her midriff and all the way around. The pants were a dressy pair, perhaps from a suit, but a fitted pair non-the less. No shirt could be seen under the coat, but three buttons held it closed.

    Leaving her office, old office? She stands in the doorway. Dark eyes traveling around those already there, her Beast a mixture of emotions. There was the weak one, new to the Domain, one that could easily be rended. Then the other weak one, a little stronger, but not enough to justify it being present, but again, a new Kindred. The other two were thankfully hidden, one familiar one new. Steeling her own Beast back into its cage, she squares her shoulders.

    In walks a confident Savage, long dark hair dancing behind her shoulders as she moves.

    And where does she move?

    Why to the throne, which she casually sits in, legs crossed and eyes watching those in the room. The eyes looking to see if any would challenge, if any would question, or if any would simply stare.

    All were acceptable and all would be dealt with in order.

    An elbow goes onto the arm of the chair, fingers resting on the side of her face lightly as her head leaned into it.

    Finally, a self-assured smile appears, “Good evening.”
    Alessandra Antinori │BP 6│Strong Italian Accent

  10. #7
    Niamh Sionnaigh's Avatar

    Niamh Sionnaigh
    Presence
    (On The Periphery)
    Lilting Irish Accent
    Blood Potency
    Staus
    (Criminals)
    Allies/Contacts
    (Street)
    Niamh Sionnaigh

    Unbound Gangrel

    1
    PRE

    Niamh approached the dark heart of Sacramento with more confidence and paradoxically, trepidation.

    She knew where the pub (no pub wasn't the right word but Niamh didn't quite know what was) was located, and could, in fact, had, made good time in arriving, but...

    She was known to the Domain now.

    Safely in belonging. Danger in recognition.

    Thralls lead her to the secrete entrance to the Court proper, and Niamh can see the veiled derision. The contempt. Niamh wasn't one if those sinfully beautiful kindred, those that echoes the romanticism.

    No, Niamh was wearing the same worn denim trousers, added mud on the hems. Mismatched shoes, lasses untied. The grey, pilling sweater was damp, and held the scent of wet sand.

    Her hair, the cause of her sweater's damp spots, was matted and still unwashed. Though loose, it looked like Niamh took the time to pull her fingers through it. An attempt at presentability, it failed and left her tresses hanging awkwardly around her shoulders.

    Standing on the landing Niamh feels her lips pull back. Thundering hate surges forth. Weakness breeds contempt. Her doe eyes run the length of those present, only the painted-tattooed Italian Savage presents a challenge.

    The women sits the throne, and Niamh's mind pulls above the tides of bloody possibility.

    A savage was sitting the throne. Did that mean what Niamh thought it did?

    Stepping closer, though not to close. Never too close, Niamh nods to the mewling crowd, while attempting a bow to the Savage on the throne, and settles in to wait...to watch.
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    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

    It had been many nights since Twist had worried over her court outfit. But Kalos had been just as patient as though it were again common practice. Finally she had settled for a flagrant display of Clan.

    The press of Beasts was ever present at Court but she did not pause at the coat check in a visual display of reigning in her beast. Of course, she also didn’t pause there despite the two blades slid into her dark hair in plain view of those who cared to look.

    And with only a few true threats, it was easy enough to control her Beast’s snarls at those who did rise about the nameless crowds.

    A quick glance showed that though she was not the first, there were still individuals she hoped would show but had not yet. However the most important one already had. Alessandra

    Approaching, a small smile on her face, she stopped a pace away from where the savage sat and unlike Niamh’s attempted bow, Twist sunk into a graceful and deep curtsey. ”Good evening your Highness, I pray the nights have found you well.”
    Counterfeiting Life (Blush) in Public Scenes

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  14. #9
    Takeda Katsumi's Avatar

    Takeda Katsumi

    Curse: Sakki (The projected Intent to Kill)

    -1
    NOS
    2
    PRE

    It was difficult to tell if the look that Takeda shot Krieg and Lawrence was simply colored by the menacing aura of her Curse, or whether she truly did wish to kill them in that moment. She had, after all, laid down a challenge, but due to their interference that challenge would never be answered.

    Though, perhaps her anger was misplaced, for something had obviously happened near the empty thr--the one once empty throne.

    Had she just witnessed a coup? A remarkably bloodless coup, seeing as there were no bodies scattered around the room, but where was the former Prince? Where was the announcement of the coronation?

    Takeda stared stupefied, furiously trying to uncover the trap that she knew was lying in wait, though all the evidence pointed to one simple fact: the Reeve had taken the throne. Perhaps that was why she had insisted that Takeda cease bowing to her when she had been just the Reeve. Perhaps that had been a small hint at Antinori's coming ascension.

    "Perhaps we should follow the Duchess' example and pay our respects," Takeda politely suggested, content to let her momentary anger fade in the presence of this much more momentous event. "The one who acknowledged us is Reeve no longer, after all."

    So saying, Takeda left the conversation and strode forward until she stood three body lengths away from the throne, and then she knelt, placed her hands before her on the floor, thumbs and forefingers meeting in a triangle, and bowed her head until it was only centimeters above the floor. She held the pose for what would have been a heartbeat, and then two, before she rose back to her feet with an effortless grace that came only from repeated practice.

    "Your Highness. If you should ever find it to be pleasing to you, please call upon me. I am yours."

    The offer of service made, Takeda retreated once again so that another might take her place.
    Takeda Katsumi. Given Name: Katsumi. Nosferatu, Invictus.
    Curse: Sakki (The projected Intent to Kill)

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    Cynthia Weiss's Avatar

    Presence
    (Confident)
    Striking Looks
    (Hot Goth)
    Obfuscate
    (Mask of Tranquillity)
    New Identity
    (Elise White)
    Cynthia Weiss

    Nosferatu Curse:
    The fowl scent of toxic chemicals follow Cynthia wherever she goes. Everything from Ammonia to Sulphur seems to cling to her.

    +1
    SL
    -1
    NOS
    3
    PRE

    Cynthia closed her eyes as the crash of new and familiar monsters upon her Beast. The fear and terror was exhausting, but it was always mercifully brief. Sometimes in more ways that one.

    The goth tilted her head to the side slightly at the womans greeting. Something about the gleam of those downcast eyes screamed bloody murder that would unsettle even most kindred. Was her tone also a part of he Curse? "Same Clan? Most likely. Cynthia Weiss." She introduced with a nod to her. She turned to the larger of the two Nosferatu with a small smile. "Likewise. Sorry I was not here when you arrived. I would have Acknowledged you myself." To be fair, she did not know that was her job at the time. Dammit Alice...

    She shrugged at Lawrence "I wouldn't worry too much. The Night's still young. Things might change." No sooner had she said that, Alessandra arrived. She was entranced as she watched the Reeve crossed the room, clad in silver and black... And took the empty throne that had been sitting there for months. It was not surprising that someone would rise and take Princedom. Asa Clarke had been a non-entity since her arrival here of months. Perhaps he had fallen torpid or assassinated by the Brood lurking in the domain? It was also possible he just left rather than deal with the cities various issues. She was surprised it was Alessandra that made the move.

    The newcomer spoke and she nodded. "Guten Abend your Highness and congratulations." She said to her with a bow. Judging from the stiffness it was a bit obvious she was not used to doing that. She was about to say more but more Kindred were approaching and the goth moved away to let the others come and say what they wanted to say.

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