(PrP) A Lord's Danse

[Izayoi Goto]

Izayoi nods, revealed that her fumbling had not harmed their efforts. "What information has your hireling found?" she asks of the Duchess.

Then her Master speaks and were her heart beating it would have ceased in that instance. Izayoi was planning on calling on the Prince's time, on scheduling a meeting and begging for the opportunity to see Her Majesty, then to tentatively ask for what her Master asked of her....but this.....Takeda-sama wished for this to be no clandestine thing, but something legally binding and observed by Her Majesty and Her Grace also....

...with the Laws as written, Izayoi did not hold hope for their request to be entertained, but the Painted Prince will consider it....? Was that a truth or was it pretty words to see them continuing their quest, to make certain that the Takeda will be a vision of precise ferocity.

[Twist]

Twist accepts Alessandra's thanks with a briefly lowered head.

Looking over the plans, she glances up toward Takeda in slight surprise at the request. Surprise at both the request itself and the timing. Curiosity had her straighten and turn to see the Prince's response, which ultimately was simply to acknowledge the request and set it aside for later.

Which was prudent.

They potentially had more important matters. Returning her attention to the plans she addressed Izayoi, "The layout is fairly standard for a exhibition hall. There are camera's here," and she uses a hand to point out the locations. "Only two entrances and both on this side. Which I don't care for much, but it is also possible that there are more low-key doors that simply escaped attention."

She glanced up to Alessandra, "Much like our own forays in setting up a receiving party, whoever is inside could have done the same. There is plenty of space to force us into a bad position..."

So how did she want them to go in? Twist was willing and ready to go first, but in this group the Prince and Sheriff held the reins before her.

[Takeda Katsumi]

"Thank you, your Majesty," Takeda replied, bowing to her liege before turning her mind back to the task at hand.

"I don't believe we have to fear a Masquerade breach from the cameras," Takeda said after a moment. "Baker has as much to fear from a breach as we do. However, the cameras will reveal the blades that I carry, as well as Goto-dono's, I suspect. Nevertheless, I do not believe this loss of surprise will give them an advantage. I would suggest we simply proceed, together, and let the strength of our arms prevail."

[Alessandra]

Ale listens as Twist explains and points things out on the plans.

Having only two obvious entrances wasn’t ideal, but what could they do. “Low key doors would make sense for things like staff to discreetly enter the hall without drawing attention. Still don’t like it though.” They didn’t have the advantage here. But then again, Ale had worked with worse odds against the Brood.

She frowns when Twist glances at her, “Not ideal that’s for sure. We’ll just need to be attentive to our surroundings and whatever he throws at us.” Cause she wasn’t stupid, this wasn’t going to be a friendly talk over tea. There would be a fight, and it would get nasty.

Takeda made some good points, but their swords being exposed wasn’t good. But, nothing they could do about it.

“He had to expect we would come armed. No one agrees to a meeting in an unknown location unarmed.” That was stupid. “But I agree, it won’t give them an advantage. At least, not one that will turn the tides in their favor.” She’d fought the Brood with bigger odds against her.

“Well, lets do this. We go in together, we leave together.” She hoped they caught her meaning, she didn’t want to lose anyone in there.

She will then nod to Takeda, as Reeve, Ale was putting her trust in her to lead them to victory.

[Izayoi Goto]

Bowing the the Prince as her orders spoken, her trust placed in the hands of her Master, the Reeve. The Archon's information will prove invaluable this night, all that was left was to meet their fate.

"Shall we knock? Or perhaps ask the nearest guard for an escort?" Izayoi asks, retrained violence held within the lines of her smile.

[Twist]

Twist was torn.

She was ready to go. They had the layout, they wouldn’t be caught off guard. Standing around any longer would just be ... pointless.

And yet, they still had a giant lack of knowledge in the ‘who’ side of this situation. That wasn’t good. All for quick action, she still knew that it would be good to have at least some idea of the individuals involved.

But she didn’t see a way to get that info. And t was no use crying about what one didn’t or couldn’t have.

”There is a man at the entrance- I saw him earlier. Given the invitation- I imagine he is an escort.

She glanced at their group, evaluating for a moment.

”I would suggest that you, she looks to Takeda as Reece, ”lead us in. Her highness I imagine will want to be second in line. We,” a nod to Izayoi, ”can bring up the rear?

[Takeda Katsumi]

"Swift as the Wind, Silent as the Forest, Fierce as Fire and Immovable as the Mountain," Takeda murmured, before nodding.

"As you will, I shall take the lead."

With that, she set off, her spine as straight as the shaft of a spear, her steps as steady as the fall of rain as she approached the ground where blade, bullet, and fang would meet and the vitae would flow...

Takeda is approaching the guard at the front door, in the lead Travisc06489

[Alessandra]

She nods in acceptance of Twists idea. It made perfect sense, and as such, will follow behind Takeda. As she follows, she pushes blood into her body, making it ready to withstand the fight that was coming.

-1 Vitae to activate Resilience

[Twist]

Twist waited the moment required for Ale to step past her before falling in line.

Rolling her shoulders in an old habit that let her feel the subtle brush of her blades, she pulled on her vitae in early preparation.

Twist spends 1 vitae to activate Resilience

[Travisc06489]

At their approach, the man in the suit takes notice of them and presses a hand to his ear. His lips move. He even seems to give himself a slight nod. Then, his expression neutral, he eyes the approaching group, led by the Reeve. A hand raises in warning, and his suit jacket (perhaps intentionally) parts slightly to reveal the dull sheen of a firearm.

"This is a private party." His demeanor is professional, cold and perhaps even generic. The man himself is just shy of six foot tall, with a clean shaven pate and a styled goatee. "I'll need your names to check against the guest list."

As he waits for the members of the group to respond, his eyes land on Takeda for longer than a passing observance. He says nothing, though a free hand strays close to his firearm.