(1805) Eternal Court

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Eternal Court

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.


Astute characters may note the little pamphlets displayed here and there, still quietly proclaiming that the club is "Under New Management".


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. Drapes hang 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.

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

[Izayoi Goto]

There is an outcry from the line outside the Nox as Izayoi sidesteps it and is allowed in without comment from the bouncer at the door. The primal pulse and rhythm thrums through her deadened flesh as she slips through the crowd and into the shadows of her patronage.

Wearing an indigo beast band seen through the sheer fabric of her properly wrapped blouse, with her skirts following the same pattern though with black instead of her clan's colours. She steps down the stairs and into Elysium.

Pausing to take in the decor and atmospheric changes.

"Hmm, at leas the Nosferatu will feel at home." an absent murmur, as her keen eyes takes in the symbols.

[Lawrence Taft]

The spider in his breast tenses and preens as the Shadow quietly makes his way past the Kine gathered outside. Anticipation almost has a taste in his mouth, he feels it so strongly. And the taste - like anything else worth tasting - is of blood. Slowly With purpose he strides down the stairs. The atmosphere of Court barely registers on his radar. Just as he, wearing an understated blue jacket over a black shirt, would barely register to others. At first glance.

Dark eyes search for a certain, important figure as he walks slowly from the steps. They find one lesser in power along the way. Lesser, but perhaps also important in her own way. The man sees what the Beast cannot, and he reigns back the singular desire to drain her dry and leave her for dead.

​"Madam Goto. You're early, I see. You are well?"

[Cynthia Weiss]

The odd coughing and people parting to make way for Cynthia Weiss made it easy to track her through the crowd of the living. If it was not her looks that earned the derision of others, it was usually the Blood. Tonight she had decided to shy away from the usual leather and denim and elected for a black lacy dress with equally dark makeup instead. She did not care how hot or cold it was. The Priscus felt like wearing something nice for a change and damn anyone who thought otherwise.

The goth headed downstairs into Court proper and scanned the room. The Beast snarled in the presence of others but quickly calmed down. There was no one new to truly new to bring fear and terror to her. Wonder if a Shadow picked out tonight's decor... At least its clean. She thought, noting the low lighting. Her haven had more colour, but it was not the sort of place that would play host to political games of the All Night Society.

Cynthia nodded to the two Mekhet as she approached. The scent of bitter almonds got to them first. "Good evening. Everything ok?"

[Clara E. Verne]

It started innocently with a walk. The walk turned into a harmless flirt into the Nox Populi Nightclub. Easy enough in her floral print silk shirt matched with a latex black belt-skirt atop legs wrapped in skin-tight white leggings. Then she noticed the parting of kine to a man in a blue jacket. Clara felt a stirring in her chest once her eyes settled on him.She stifled the urge to attack the stranger and followed him instead.

Fortunately and curiously, Clara found herself in the familiar trappings of an Elysium. This one was styled Red and Black. The aesthetic was a momentary distraction to the two figures demanding her attention (Evisceration?) and one stranger who just felt...off. The tell-tale stench of foulness wafted off her, but she felt nothing indicating Kindred from her. Curiouser and curiouser. Maybe a supplicant just getting done with a task for the host? A really dirty task.

Clara's face was a mask of stillness, with two bright and attentive eyes atop a picture perfect smile. The continued self-restraint coupled with the urge to dominate was a thrilling tonic that made every word tumble out excitedly. "Bonsoir! My name is Clara Verne. Are one of you hosting, or...?" The question hung in the air. Clara had three apologies and two excuses prepped if this turned out to be a covenant meeting she happened to wander into by acting like she belonged.

[Alessandra]

She wasn’t sure why, but she felt like dressing up a bit for Court. Sure, it wasn’t a formal one, but she felt like wearing a dress. So she did.

This one was a skin tight white gauzy short dress, missing one sleeve and had metal spikes on the other. The dress hugged her curves and put a good majority of her tattoos on display. Long raven hair had soft curls and flowed gently around her bare shoulder.

Walking out from the office area, she pauses. Allowing the press of the Beasts present to be dealt with.

Izayoi’s weak Beast was met anger, as her Beast stalked in its cage, fangs bared. The Prince simply studies the Shadow and her attire, which was quite flattering. The Beasts urging of rending the flesh from her bones was shoved aside.

Then Taft. His was less weak, but was still weak, well, compared to her own. The anger began to rise once again. Her Beast purring in her ear that his blood would make a nice addition to the decorations. But once again, she simply studies him and moves her attention elsewhere.

Cynthia was noticed, in a dress at that! It was quite suiting to her, and a small smile spread across her lips. Her lack of Beast a welcome change.

Finally, the new girl. Her Beast was strong, but not strong enough. Her own knew it wouldn’t take much to separate her pretty head from the rest of her. But that would be rude. She was new, she could be nice.

Could be. That remained to be seen.

Heavily tattooed legs carried her over to a couch. She decided to let the new come to her for once.

She gracefully lowers herself into a seated position, inked legs crossing as an arm was draped over the back of the couch.

Dark eyes watched the small group with interest.

[Izayoi Goto]

Just as her mind is set against the backdrop of this performance, the gates of jigoku rattle, and the tides of hell's might rise. Fear traces it's fingers down her spine like the most dedicated of lovers, she bows just low enough to show her polite deference to the pair of Prisci that had managed to arrive right after the other. "Priscus Taft, the blue dose you favour." pausing long enough so her sentences do not run on, "Priscus Weiss the lace exalts your femininity."

Izayoi rises, "I am well, I found myself with naught to do in the early hours and so I made my here." a pleasent smile appears upon her lips, the fear running through her simmers, but jigoku's gates lay still as demons and devils hiss, and spit.

Then...

Fear grasps upon her heart, ripping and tearing. slip into the shadows! run! flee! kill! A women, dead flesh hides the kitsune within, French spilling from her lips. Once more Izayoi bows. "Konbanwa Miss Verne, this is-" Izayoi's words stumble and fall, shattering against the floor as Jigoku's gates slam open. Oni rushes out, skin painted in permanence, armour upon one shoulder, the other bare save her art.

Izayoi controls her decent to the floor as best as she is able, legs folding under her, fingertips pressing against the floor. Head bowed and eyes averted. "Her Majesty, Madam Alesssandra Antinori." the Shadow announces like a herald.

[Lawrence Taft]

A single, crisp nod and a thin lipped smile follow. He isn't used to compliments on his looks. Or maybe just sense of fashion. "Just so. Then I hope you find something stimulating this evening." is his reply. Isn't there a saying about idle hands?

"I can only speak for myself, Priscus Weiss, but I am well." Her presence is inoffensive, if not for the lingering wisps of cyanide on the air. A quick glance tells him that the owner of the unusual perfume leans towards the unorthodox. He'd seen many youths in the past few decades sporting the same look. A look which, if he's honest with himself, is like a misplaced homage to the Kindred themselves.

The fear that shrinks his pride for an agonizing instant isn't (first) due to the Prince's arrival. No. Another, enticing face graces the growing crowd. One Taft has never seen before. He isn't offered the chance to properly pick apart her accent or sudden arrival. A reality which, in part, he owes to the other Shadow. No doubt the newcomer would require the Prince's... attention. Or, perhaps, another Priscus could be flagged down to perform the task. Whichever clan she belongs to. He allows himself a private grin as he recalls how the last Acknowledgement had been resolved.

Rather than sulk, his eyes catch the familiar, looming figure of Krieg: the Domain's only member of the Circle. And an interesting one, at that.

"Good evening." he says, closing the gap in order to keep his voice down. "It would seem we have a new face." He tilts his head towards the 'elephant in the room'. "What, do you imagine, are her opinions on wisdom?" He smiles widely. Almost wickedly. Then buries it away again, sounding respectfully more somber. "I never had the chance to learn the Irish girl's beliefs. It was unfortunate. To witness her demise."

[Cynthia Weiss]

And once more the Beast stirred within from behind the veil. Once from those already familiar to her, then the terrified gnashing that came with someone new. Cynthia's eyes were closed as she let these sensations pass. Why did court always have to be an exercise in restraint every time she appeared? Her eyes opened once the Beast had calmed down once more.

The Goth sized up the newcomer for a moment. "Good evening. I'm Cynthia Weiss." She introduced herself with a nod. French? Interesting. "Court is hosted by the Prince."

Formalities, titles, Compliments. All them directed at her. It all still seemed strange to her. "Why thank you Miss Goto. I'd say the same about that blouse." She had heard all sorts of compliments, but that one was a new one. Alessandra's appearance got a smile out of her and a curtsy, far beyond what she would normally give. Although she did stop halfway at the sight of Izayoi's reaction to the princes arrival. She straightened up and gave the bowing Shadow some space.

The Priscus nodded to the giant Acolyte. "Good evening Krieg. I hope you are well tonight." Then her attention was back onto Taft. The scent around her seemed to slowly morph from the Cyanide from before to something less identifiable. Though certainly artificial and very likely unhealthy. She was not sure what to make of his comments on wisdom, thought the last comment got her attention. "Demise?" She inquired.