(1903) Respect Court

[Seth Kind]

Well. First day back since the... Incident... Seth was pretty sure this would go about as well as could be expected. Worth killing him over? Suppose he'd find out. The thief had found a new home- a wretched place of course, but it let him sleep comfortably during the day. And at the end of it all, he was still damn good at when he did. Uncouth as he may be, they couldn't say he lacked talent in certain areas.

He'd received the posting, and was more than a little certain the general statement held a directed criticism. Dog eat dog world, after all.

The suit again- nothing comfortable in court of course. He didn't own another one, but that suited Seth fine. A simple greeting to the sheriff, seeming almost like a convict talking to their parole officer.

"Sheriff. Not sure if I need to make you aware of my presence whenever I come to these things now. Regardless, I'll be skulking in a corner somewhere. Out of sight, and all that."
An apology wouldn't be genuine, and thus would mean nothing. The act of giving one might- but Seth was a tad too prideful to give in that quick. Not as if he enjoyed crowds in the first place- he was more than happy to have his name on the attendance sheet crossed off, and let that be that.

[Madcap]

And so came the Pale Rider.

Steady footfalls in heavy motorcycle boots veined with patina announced Madcap's arrival as he descended to Elysium.

As he reached the base of the stairwell, Madcap took in the Kindred before him. A cute, athletic little gal on the far couch and a shifty looking fella in a generic suit. The Beast within wanted to rend them both, it wanted to tear into them and imbibe in there stolen Vitae. However, the quarrelsome thing was ignored.

If Madcap had a care, he would assume he was underdressed, but tonight was not a formal court and appearing like a stiff in suit on his first night would have seemed disingenuous. Instead, the Bruja before these two Kindred of Sacramento was dressed in a manner consistent with his lifestyle. A sturdy pair of blue jeans, stained lightly with earth, a well loved leather jacket, and an old gray Henley t-shirt.

Madcap would not linger by the stairwell long. He had heard the man address the woman as 'Sheriff' and a Domain official was as good as any to get a lead on the Priscus of Savages and the Grand Wyrm.

Thus, the Gangrel approached, granting the woman a nod. The man was ignored.

"Evening, Sheriff," he offered, "People call me Madcap, was looking for a few folks."

The Bruja's tone was not aggressive but neither was it entirely friendly. It was impassive. Madcap had to see to his establishment here and frankly rubbing elbows with undead bureaucrats was not something he desired nor offered him any great deal of pleasure.

[Twist]

It wasn't a formal court this month, so aside from a small pair of rose earrings, Twist arrived at the Nox without the obvious displays of clan and covenant. Instead she dressed to fit in with the kine above.

Breezing past the coat check, she noted that she was amongst the first arrivals. Her Beast noted it too ... well, noted that she wasn't alone. And it very much pressed to make it so she was. Locking it back, she ignored the demands and gave a nod of greeting toward Lina.

She had seen the posting. It had sparked some curiosity on what had caused it, but not quite enough to drive her to approach and interrupt the conversation that a rather imposing individual plus one were apparently initiating with her.

[Mable Wood]

Mable entered court wearing a bluish-gray suit. She was determined to continue to work towards a more professional image. This was a far cry from some of her more interesting and colorful outfits of the past. She stood at the top of the stairs and saw Lina reading. If Lina looked up Mable would nod. Mable nodded to Twist if Twist glanced at her. There was Seth and there was a new face. Time to go meet and greet.

Mable descended the stairs and the beasts washed over her. She pasted on a warm smile and took in a slow deep breath and let it out. Her own beast screamed in her ears and head, kill...kill...this place would look delicious washed in blood of your enemies. Mable paused mid-step took another cleansing breath and breathed away the voices inside of her.

Once she was down stairs she saw the new face speaking to the Sheriff. Mable headed to a position close to the Sheriff in case she was needed. Because, seriously, no one liked having their book interrupted.

[Clara E. Verne]

Elysium was sparse with Kindred. Clara lingered at the coat check, even if her outfit left little room for a weapon. Her one one piece of armor: a rose brooch on her lapel signifying clan. The posting put up by the Sheriff gave Clara some light reading to do as she was frisked.

Clara nodded when the coat check finished and descended down the stairs. Clara loved the duality of Elysium; the idea of locking predators in the same room with one unbreakable rule left little outlet for natural aggression. So came the subtler aspects of the Danse and the little death that ensnares the weak and condemns the strong to another night.

New sneakers pressed into the inner sanctum as Clara approached the Duchess of Sacramento. It was always eerie that the woman's Beast was masked from Clara. The mystery of her strength made the Bacchante taste a small reminder of what fear felt like.

Clara dropped into a deep curtsy and dipped her head to drop her gaze. "Most Graceful Duchess Twist. It's been too long--my apologies for my sudden absence. Might I ask, however, is this weather making you wish for snow?" She asked as she rose up out of her curtsy with a pleasant half-smirk. "I ask since it's only proper that the Most Illustrious Duchess of Sacramento's wishes be fulfilled in as timely a manner as possible." Respect and deference to established Kindred. That was one of the many breakable rules of Kindred. Break it at your peril.

[Alessandra]

Court. Would it be a quiet evening, or one filled with more missteps from Kindred who didn’t know their place? Only the night would tell. But one thing was certain, her patience was at an all-time low. Her Humanity was even lower, and it was both scary, but comfortable.

She never bothered with Blush in Court, let them see her corpse like appearance. She cared not.

Walking into the room wearing a deep red dress with a black belt that showed off a tiny waist, she scanned the room. There was a new face, and a returning face. Her Beast raged at the weaker Beast that dared be here. It purred in her ear at how easy it would be to end them, add to her collection. How good it felt to end a life. But not tonight.

Cain stood at her side, his terrifying presence and murderous gaze sweeping the room as well. He was over a hundred pounds of anger and muscle. He just needed a simple work from her to rip throats out. Would tonight be his night?

A bow of her head was offered to Twist . Seeing Lina, she nods her head. The others were simply looked at as she moves off to the side to sit and watch. If someone wanted her, they could come to her.

[Jacque]

Jacque arrived, walking into the room wearing a cognac colored paisley vest. It was always a mixture of emotions to be among a meeting of the Sacramento Kindred. The pull between terror and violence was always an uncomfortable struggle. There were once again new faces. There were always new faces but some few were the same... were always terrifying. It became easier to still the beast over the months knowing his mask protected him from the reciprocated feelings, so long as he remained wise with his words. Wiser than others.

He glanced over to Lina being true to her warning and was surprised to see two individuals approach her. Perhaps they were confident of a good-natured interruption? Still, it felt foolhardy to try and disrupt someone who has warned their intention to enjoy a good read.

Catching eyes with the domain officials was met with respectful bows of his head. First seeing Twist enter, much less formal than the last time he saw her, "Alder Archon Twist" She was the only Domain official he had not had the opportunity to meet and talk with in person. Perhaps tonight would be different.

Turning to her Majesty, "Prince Antinori, good evening." She looked different than before, but he couldn't quite place it. Perhaps the recent wave of disrespect was weighing on her demeanor. "I'm still looking forward to seeing your collection of art, should you find yourself with time. How have you been?"

Smiles and nods were granted to others, familiar or not.