Mable took the nod to mean they could approach. "Ms. Black, if you could follow me." Mable headed over to the Prince Alessandra and waited quietly to be addressed.
(1908) Formal Court Clans Come together
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Mable took the nod to mean they could approach. "Ms. Black, if you could follow me." Mable headed over to the Prince Alessandra and waited quietly to be addressed.
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AlliesLenora maintained the same small, cordial smile as others began glance at her discussion with Mable, but the Ventrue averted her gaze from the Keeper only to address on: Thomas.
"Thank you, cousin," she offers, her tone polite. Eyes roved momentarily to admire her fellow Lord's attire, but the distraction was brief. Learning the agenda of the Clan of Kings would have to wait.
Thus the newcomer's eyes returned to Mable, "As you say, Keeper Wood," she offers with a dip of her head. Then Lenora complied with Mable's request to follow, maintaining her position behind the Savage as they traveled to the Prince's chosen seat.
Upon their arrival, Lenora did not speak as she had yet to be addressed. Instead, the prudent childe of Louisa von Kleist bowed deeply, holding the position long enough to afford Alessandra the courtesy of honoring her place among the Damned. When she rose, Lenora remained composed, as she had felt the Prince's Beast earlier upon the completion of her descent into Elysium along with the horde of others. The Ventrue knew it was best to focus showing her best face here and now.
To that end, she didn't utter a word. She would wait until the Prince was ready to address her.
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-2 Vitae for Blush of Life and Drink, There was no movement from Ale or Cain, though both sets of eyes followed the approach. And as the weakness approached, her own Beast snarled in anger.
But a smile appeared, “Keeper Wood, good evening. I have to say, you’ve done a beautiful job.” The Savage was impressed, seemed her words were heard by her Cousin. “I’ll be looking forward to seeing more in the future.”
Dark eyes move to the new Ventrue, nodding, “And who might we have here?” her tone was as friendly as it could get. Which wasn’t overly friendly, but friendly enough to invite conversation.
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And like that, things were in motion to present Lenora to the Prince. Considering his role in it is at an end, Thomas turns his full attention to Edward Heinrich.
"Every Domain has its share of troubles, Mr. Heinrich. However, Sacramento seems pretty safe, with the few dangers present - taken care of... for the moment. Never fear, though, I'm sure you'll have opportunities to prove yourself a thousand times over with your skills"
He gives the Daeva a warm smile.
"I'm sure you have many"
An invitation to share? Oh yes. What Succubus can resist boasting?
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ContactsPatience comes to herself after a period of prayer.
Elysium. The Damned dancing all about her.
Her dead eyes move from one group of Kindred to another. All absorbed in their petty plots and disputes.
It's then she realizes: she is the only one in attendance. The only Nosferatu. The only member of the Church.
It's then she realizes what He would have of her.
Bulging eyes roll toward the ceiling.
Thank you, Lord.
Patience sits and waits for her moment. Eyes level again, she stares, unblinking.
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While Mable was with the Prince, she still had an ear out on the other conversations.
She noted Patience had returned to the group from her prayers. Mable completely understood that feeling, there were times she too went off to a dark corner to pray.
Thomas and Edward were having a tame but interesting conversation.
Jack, Derek and Dirt Nap worried her. Jack was frequently misunderstood and misunderstood others intentions. Perhaps due to seeing the world in a concrete black and white manner. It made him an excellent lawyer and great with words, but a bit socially inept. Derek was timid but his mind saw things in a network like the internet which may set Jack at odds with him. And Dirt Nap's curiosity might set Jack off, people often mistook him as soft and nonthreatening. That wasn't a bad thing.
In general, Mable would keep an ear out because none of them meant to insult any of the others. They were all just - different.
Mable noted where Twist was and realized it was one person she never had to worry about but someone she really wanted to learn more about. Perhaps, sometime out in a social setting where they can speak casually.
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As Derek departs the conversation, Dirt Nap also thanks Derek and Jaque for their consideration and drifts away, glancing around to see who else is currently unoccupied and who is occupied with whom. He does not make any immediate move to begin another religious discussion with Patience.
Elle was outside enjoying the hot summer breeze, smoking her last cigarette before entering the night club. One last draft of smoke before descending the stairs should help keeping her fears in check. But it wasn’t just her fears she needed to keep in check. There was something far more alien and madder lurking in the back of her limbic brain.
Each of the sociopaths encroached in the underground was possessed by a parasite that turned them into an aggressive and territorial predator thirsty for blood - Elle knew it all too well. The viciousness and savviness – psychopathy – was a consequence, from a slow and inevitable descent into madness and inhumanity, aided by the uncompromising nature of the beast. Monster I am least Monster I become.
The Carthian knew this and all of them knew this, so they played human among themselves hidden from humanity – delaying the inevitable – with rules like the Elysium, Presentation, Hospitality and the Masquerade. It gave it all a veneer of civility and it kept things somewhat bearable. What Elle knew and most didn’t was that those ancient rules were outdated, there were ways their society could change to help them cope with the beast’s nature – the human societies showed them the way…
Elle descended the stairs, unaware of any special requirements for attire. The Daeva was wearing a small black dress, black heels and over her shoulders a black leather jacket, there was also the briefest scent of tobacco surrounding her. She had her pack of Marlboro light in her clutch but left the zippo and the pepper spray in the coat room. Her white hair was her typical hot mess contrasting with the black outfit, her round grey eyes darted left and right and her beast protested as she lay eyes in each kindred.
Standing by the entrance unsure if she should approach she decided to make herself known by gently clearing her throat – she was sporting a beautiful impish smile.
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