(1909) Acolyte Reunions

[Alice Hart]

Sorry! I thought I replied to this

Alice considers, she would allow Ale, because of their history. All Haunts that would call Sacramento home, she'd allowed others through their hallowed halls because Gilroy had allowed Court held, showing their grandeur, but they were far from those glittering nights. "I will need to tend to the Necropolis first, before any decisions are made."


The Wraith rolls under her spine, gnawing on her vertebrae. Hissing between it's fangs. Alice stills, as uneven steps approach. "Alice Hart." she says, a pause in conversation. She hoped to meet Family, but to do so within the safety of Elysia and without the comfort of Below....she wished to sigh. "Speaking of cycles, when I first stepped foot in Sacramento, years ago, the Nosferatu Priscus was Kenneth Gilroy, Bishop of the Lancea et Sanctum, through him I found my faith." she angles her face towards her fellow Haunt. Awkward angles, and a presence of otherness, "I wonder what faith your presence with spark."

Lyssa collects the numbers given and shares her Mistress' in turn.

"Layer upon layers." she murmurs wondering at the games the Lords were playing and what she didn't know by dint of absence and return.

[COLOR="#E6E6FA"]"I would love to go to the Farm, and discover what you've done to the property. I was there when it burned and....I didn't do as much as I should have to restore what was lost."[color] a stain upon porcelain, no matter what else had been happening to the Domain, she shoudl have done more.

A rolling thread of fear kicks up at the contact. Remembering suddenly Asa's voice as she was lead in his arms, a dance. His drawl, asking, warning. Never without warning.

It takes a moment, "Yes. I would enjoy relearning the Domain and her denizens outside Court."

[Patience]

Patience offers her number to Alice's ghoul, and accepts the Doll's in turn. Her dead eyes examine Lyssa for a long moment before jerking back to her newly arrived cousin.

"Thank you, Keeper Wood," she replies to Mable. "I am fine." Not much more than that. Her focus is on Alice.

"Cousin, I agree that the Necropolis requires our immediate attention. I have only heard whispers of its existence, nothing more, or I would have tended to it myself." She gives a nod to Thomas, who had brought her news of its existence. "I would like to accompany you to assess its condition." A place of power for the Haunts. Outside of covenant or domain politics. A place where her Family can gather its strength. The thought lends her unblinking gaze a hungry caste.

Patiences jerks her head, cracking her neck. Her eyes blink rapidly, back and forth, out of sync. All of this in response to Alice's statement concerning Gilroy. If his presence inspired her heretical beliefs, how could this former Bishop be anything more than an abject failure? Had all of the former Bishops of Sacramento been total fools?

"Ms. Hart, I spread only one Faith. The Dark Faith. In word and in deed." It is a statement of fact and offered as such. But to push the matter further, at this time, would be counter productive.

To Thomas now: "Yes. Family is important, I'm glad to see you agree, Hierophant." Is the foul Bishop needling this heretic Lord after the obvious turbulence between himself and the Herald? Hard to tell given her flat affect.

[Mable Wood]

Sorry for the delay. It's been a distracting week

"Would you folks like some private family time?" Mable asks looking at Patience.

"I have been down in some of the tunnels. If you want me to show you where some of the hunters were meeting. Plus some of the hidden doors." Mable added quietly.

[Alice Hart]

Sorry again for the delay!!

"It does Cousin," Alice says, tilting her head towards the other Haunt. The sensory data she's gaining from the presence of the Bishop is...strange. Though that in and of itself isn't. They are Family. "I will call you, and we can, have a meeting." she says, without saying more. She wanted to lead the Bishop to the lamplit corner, and have her wait, or maybe even dive further and lead the women to the crooked, rotting wooden steps, but that was for Family. Wraith hissing and gnawing, she wasn't just around Family.

"Private Family time, can come latter, this is Court." she says, head tilting the arch of her neck, looks like it would ache if she was around living things, who's muscles and bones would scream and screech in protest. "So did Gilroy, Bishop. But it was his lectures, that opened a far away door to my own budding faith. Before I knew what it could become."

She smiles, wide, fake. "Tunnels?" the thought to warrens beneath her feet, nestles a small safety beneath her ribs. "Hunters? Did they infiltrate, come now, please tell the story?"

[Patience]

"Very good," Patience replies simply, her voice striking a note like sandpaper on glass. Her unnerving eyes still fixed on the sightless doll. "Your..." pet "...assistant has my information. Please call me when you are ready to meet." Because, as much as the foul Bishop wants to press Alice for further details, about herself, about the Necropolis, about their family history is Sacramento, she knows her cousin is right: this is court, not a time for Family Business.

Her gaze flicks to Thomas as he leaves. Happy to let him 'circulate.' One less Heretic to deal with.

Her eyes return to Alice and Mable, her own attentions visibly sharpening as the Doll insists that Mable tell her tale.

[Mable Wood]

Sorry, though I had posted here.

"Yes, one of our domain members who currently lives in a closet showed me a bunch of tunnels and where they come out. I even know where there is a map. I am pretty sure I could find it again. But Yes, they were holding meetings underground." Mable looked thoughtfully, "I'm not sure if we have weeded them all out yet or not. I do know that we have beaten them down. Perhaps a discussion with the Reeve and a tour of what I know and have seen?"

"There have been multiple battles, all of which they were on the losing end. We have had a great effort from most of the domain members to make sure we stay safe." Mable felt a sense of pride in the strength of the domain. "I think it is because we work together and play to our strengths."

"How do you folks feel about working with others?" ​Mable was curious how each would answer.

[Alice Hart]

He who claims Heirophant steps away and Alice feels the Wraith's coils loosen, as they tighten.

Alice gives a strings pulled nod to ger cousin. They would meet, they would talk, but not until layers above their heads, and layers below thier feet.

Alice is and isn't shickec that a closet is involved, "Is it the one at the Nox?" She asks, remembering tales of other Torpored bodies within, "or has this fellow decided the a closet is the safest place to be?"

Alice hums, it isn't only she who has learnec from bloody battle. A lesson in victory and defeat.

Though the strong words, might be gut a facade, proof that with this Domain now ruled by a new fist, isnt loose, isn't lax in its protection of that which they call, home.

"You have worked with me before, my stance upon that is not different."