Presence
Krieg
Krieg bowed to Alessandra as she entered.
Mable had taken the newbie away. His Priscus was here. "Good evening Priscus Weiss," he replied. "How have you been?"
Then to Davis, "I wonder if he inspired anyone along the way. The voluminous leggings certainly made their mark throughout Europe."
Mable Wood
Mable turned to Davis, Krieg and Cynthia with a little bow of the head, "Please excuse me for just a moment, I will be right back to continue our conversations. I have something I would like to run by you all."
With that Mable held out her arm in a gesture of a formal escort, "Ready?" And she escorted Floki to the Seneschal.
Floki
"A pleasure, Priscus Weiss," Floki replied to the pale nosferatu, taking her hand and gently turning it so that she could bow over her knuckles. Truthfully, she would have gone in to kiss that milky hand, to shock the others with her willingness to ignore the stench, but it was never wise to kiss one of the Haunts without knowing their demeanor.
"To you as well, Hierophant. And you, John Davis." A simple nod of the head was given to the two men. She suspected they hardly noticed. Both seemed terribly domesticated with their talk of finery and fashion.
Which, of course, left the Priscus.
"I would be delighted to have an escort, Priscus Wood," Floki said, her flat white teeth bared in a grin. "It would be a kindness, and I would be happy to repay such a kindness in the future, if ever you had need."
Mable Wood
When Ale walked into the room Mable's jaw dropped. "Kick-ass dress." She said and gave a bow to the Prince.
She then gave a smile to Cynthia when she made it to the group.
"Oh Floki, you are very correct that Taft isn't around yet. Why don't I bring you over to the seneschal who can take care of that for you." She gave an encouraging smile. "Oh my, how rude of me I haven't introduced you to these two gentlemen. This is Krieg, he is the Hierophant of the Circle of the Crone. And this is John Davis of clan Daeva. And of course Priscus Weiss has already introduced herself." Mable indicated each person in the group.
"Shall we go get you acknowledged?"
Cynthia Weiss
It took longer for Cynthia to come over than expected. The sudden appearance of Alessandra had temporary distracted her.
Finally, she came over. There was no point in speculation at the moment. Whatever she had planned would come to pass eventually.
"Good evening Priscus. We really do need to catch up. You look wonderful tonight in that dress" Cynthia replied to Maple, finally taking the Gangrels invitation. Already the sickening mark of her Curse began to invade the air between them. "Krieg. How are you tonight?" The Haunt asked the Giant. Finally her attention fell on the newcomer of the group. Her eyes scanned her up and down for a brief moment before smiling. "Good evening. I'm Cynthia Weiss. Priscus of clan Nosferatu." She offered her pale hand to her. "Welcome to the city."
A brief, sidelong glance was the only indication of the goths acknowledgement of John Davis's presence.
Floki
Floki's response to Mable and the others was forestalled by a hint of motion out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head, the wanderer caught sight of Blackbird 's hand falling back to her side. That got Floki to smile. It seemed she'd made an impression on the fledgling hrafn.
Turning back to her group, Floki decided to maintain the smile. They were being perfectly pleasant, even if two had not yet introduced themselves, and were instead discussing pieces of fabric and british dramas.
How...
American.
"I cannot say that I've seen much," the wandered replied to Mable Wood . "This is my first night, after all. I've made great efforts to respect the borders of this Domain until I could meet with Priscus Taft. From what I've heard about him, he doesn't seem to be in attendance yet. As such, it seems that I must remain a guest until someone more important than myself has a moment to spare."
John Davis
"His attire was more Crimson to follow along clan lines. But the Count did travel a lot." Davis didn't speak much on his lineage past his sire. The few times he had encountered his Grandsire had not been the most memorable.
"I do say, I say, this is a most interesting venue for a court. Not exactly my idea of a Grand Elysium for conducting formal court." Davis was curious if this was a regular venue or was he being as the youth today say, being punked.
Krieg
The mention of 'French corsair regalia' the giant nodded. "There are historical fashions that I appreciate. The television show, Downton Abbey was very well researched. It's adherence to the period was marvelous. That and Highclere Castle is a stunning work of architecture."
His eyes drifted from Mable to Floki when the Priscus asked had the new Shadow been Acknowledged. Not my Clan, not my problem. Then back to conversation.
"Did he wear the musketeers' outfit with those billowing orange pants? I always found that was a surprising choice of color. Mainly because one doesn't see much of orange on anything any more."
Mable Wood
With a warm look to the men, "Thank you, Hierophant and Mr. Davis, You two men are so good for my ego." Mable smiled at them. "I could never rival your clan, Mr. Davis. Not in the fashion department, at least. But I do try to watch and listen and hopefully get it right sometimes."
"Nice to meet you, Floki. It is always good to see new faces in the domain. I hope you are enjoying it here so far." Mable looked around and didn't see Priscus Taft. "Have you been acknowledged yet?"
John Davis
"Why yes, times they do indeed change. However, one's duty and obligations to serve one's domain does not, regardless of whatever uniform may be in fashion. Indeed, my very own sire use to dress in French Corsair's regalia. Much more fashionable than my grandsire's musketeer get up." Davis didn't know what this newcomer's goal was in baiting him. Perhaps rile me into a frenzy and destroy the thin thread my continued existence here relies on. The war was never his war. It was a stupid matter between kine but eventually drew in the manipulations of kindred.
"Floki, you say, of the Shadows no less." Flunky, Flow Key, Flicka, modern Kindred and their ridiculous nicknames. "Very good to meet you, very good indeed."
"Why Hierophant you are most astute and correct in your observations, I do believe our Priscus friend has most assuredly outdone herself in attire selection. Why may even rivaling the choices of my own clan and that doth say a lot."
Krieg
Krieg's eyes narrowed, looking at this newcomer. He certainly didn't think much of Davis, however, simply barging into to insult another Kindred like this, at a Formal Court, was suicidally rude. This was compounded by the she only spoke to Mable, as if the literal giant in the room were not present at all.
Davis was able to fight his own battles. "I have to agree, it is a very nice dress."
Floki
"Please pardon the intrusion," Floki said as she arrived at the small circle of Kindred, her voice soft and tinged with an odd accent.
"But I have to say, I believe I saw a statue of you being torn down recently. It was on the news," she declared, nodding at John Davis . "Though, of course, the statue wasn't that old. Only from 1913. Amazing how times change, isn't it?"
The only statues she'd known had been those of the Gods, and they'd been carved from wood. A sacred substance. To think that kine would glorify a failed political state, and attempt to immortalize it in metal was baffling to her. Of course, there was no use in pondering this. She was being addressed by the woman in the group. A welcome change.
"Greetings, Priscus Wood. Thank you for the welcome. I'm known as Floki. Of the Shadows."
It was uncomfortable to meet her, no matter how beautiful she might be. It was not a simple Viper that Floki felt, but a great serpent, coils of heavy muscle and scales bearing down upon her. Certainly, one to be wary of.
Mable Wood
A new person came into the room and wandered over to them. "Hi, I'm Priscus Wood, Mable when we aren't in court. Welcome to the domain." Mable smiled at the new comer. "What clan do you belong to?"
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Mable smile sweetly at John Jefferson Davis, "Thank you for your kind words. But Just like a man, the dress is light pink. I'm not use to lace. But It was a formal affair."
Turning to Krieg, "I'm not sure, but I decided I would be in full support for my Clan mate and Prince. Wish I knew why we were here." Mable bite her lip gently as she was trying to remember if this was the same warehouse where Alice was torpored.
John Davis
"Why Priscus Wood, how marvelous you look this evening. Do be careful not to soil your white dress there." I do believe that is the same crochet pattern my grandmother knitted for a doily.
"And thank you for the compliment of my uniform. It is old as am I and not something I like to wear often." Davis couldn't help but notice the amount of skin and unmentionables beneath Mable's dress, after all, it was literally see through.
Krieg
Krieg raised a brow as a newcomer addressed him by his title. Just as he was about to ask who he was, Mable caught the Haunt's attention. By then, the newcomer was with Lina. Another time then.
His shiny head reflected for a moment as he turned to the Priscus. "I wonder what tonight is all about."
Mable Wood
Mable called Davis over to where she and Krieg were. They might as well catch up before they start the next investigation piece they were to do.
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