(1906) Lupercal

[Garrett Prosper]

Prosper just nods, eyes drifting to Ellis Meadows demonstrating proper proceedings, and Moretti deftly handling the exchange to not abuse the good will. "It is fine, Keeper," he chuckled, "You still have that Trivial I offered, correct? You can call it, and the matter is forgotten." Easy shit. Mable could hear the conversation and lessons weren't learned without making mistakes first. Rebecca Simmons would be so proud that Major she paid was at work. The new Daeva appeared to be getting a little flustered with Twist, he could follow suit, though the Judex appeared to pay no mind. The social intricacies of the First Estate always fascinated him.

He smiled at Mable's venture, "We could do both. I am not known for my patience either," he said as he mimed moving his hand across an imaginary board. "So. Juno because of June? Or were you looking to inspire some discussion about the mythos surrounding the deity?"

The Gangrel witnessed a Mr. Graham Finley bowing towards his cousin in an exaggerated fashion before a rough looking Kindred engaged him. He vaguely hoped the man wasn't a feral relation. "Looks like you have a fan. Feel free to tag him in if you find his company as amusing as he seems to find himself."

His humour dropped to a neutral expression as Madcap's displeasure was clearly heard from his conversation with the Herald. Jacque kept pushing in a nuanced dance that wasn't jiving with the Savage blood. He had been dismissed. If the Ventrue continued to harass his cousin, he expected Mable to do whatever the Prince had tasked with their policy. If it came to the Priscus, that would be an interesting conversation. The Brujah needed to dial it back down ten notches, but the Lord was certainly prodding that bear of a Beast. He noted Ellis gesturing the Herald to join him in the Sheriff. His gaze rested on Jacque with mild interest.

[Mable Wood]

"Good, good.. I will call in the trivial. Thanks." Mable stops and listens to the brewing issues. "Thanks for helping me understand things like boons better. I'll let the Harpy know."

"Yes, Juno for June. I did think that the subject would be fun." Damn..

"Please excuse me, Priscus, I think I am needed."

[Garrett Prosper]

Prosper blows out his cheeks as the Keeper is called, and then her prompt departure. "No problemo," he said, blinking.

Leaning against the wall and crossing his arms, he tracked Jacque with predatory interest while the Lord created some distance just as Wood responded. He then looks towards Madcap and cocks an eyebrow, before spreading his hand flat and producing a thumbs up. Universal sign for 'you good, fam?'

[Garrett Prosper]

Graham Finley , Art Gridley , going off your post Here. For future reference, usually you post into the Thread you're entering as an introduction.

The Savage tilts his head at the strange display between the pair, lip curling momentarily at the challenging predators that approached. The emotion evaporated in favour of a shit-eating grin as the Whip pressed the Sheriff of all people for assistance in his social puzzle, instead of just petitioning the damn Gangrel Priscus for his grievance against his cousin. Clearly his anxiety took precedent over the exciting entrance of the lordly creature et entourage built for the red carpet in a clear power display. The intriguing painted lady was sizing up the pressure-cooker Ventrue, who admittedly was looking better these days. Guess the Deputy was meeting these two. Despite the taint of the Beast, Garrett Prosper certainly radiated an inviting presence.

[Garrett Prosper]

Prosper takes Graham's hand in a firm and polite exchange, it certainly wasn't the pissing contest he had with Garcia a few months ago. The events beyond were almost as entertaining, and Garrett didn't even have to lift a finger this time. He tracked the new monster with interest. What was with Sacramento and their Ventrue? "Herr Prosper. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Just Graham?" A Carthian was a Carthian, but the Savage was used to a specific algorithm when it came to Invictus Courts.

If Art offers his own greeting, he doesn't let on any airs of hesitation and gives the same welcome extended to the Lord. He hadn't pinged what Clan the rough looking individual hailed from, but feral Gangrel certainly existed. And here the young looking gentleman was offering him up with an arm and an introduction. He wasn't about to babysit the Shrew, however; he had just the forest prowling Den Mother in mind for that kind of journey. "Welcome to Sacramento." He left it to the Kindred to give his own name, unless he wanted Graham to come off as his superior.

The Grand Wyrm's familiar Beast causes the Savage to twitch. He held an equally composed expression.

"Sheriff."

I love my family.