(2007) Formal Court

[Alice Hart]

"Regrettably, Cousin I do not know which flowers are planted where, though Miss Wood would know..." the Wraith rears up, hissing in it's terror. Alice grits her teeth and resists the efforts to bare fang and flee. "Good evening Miss Wood, I just explaining to Lady Hazelton that you are the one responsible for this garden, though I'm afraid I might be able to join you just yet should you move. I do have duties to see to." If Quilz comes.

Another voice, though a lack of rumbling engine. "Dirt Nap. Greetings."

And there, the whelp. The Wraith seethes. Hissing and spitting vitriol within the ocean of her blood.

"Mister Quilz. It's Miss Mable Wood. Former Keeper of Elysia." She says, quite sure that the name was an intentional slight towards her battle sister. Though her darkening mood lightens as she hears the lumbering steps of another Cousin. "Greetings Mister Moore. - " she feels the wraith raging against the tide and bone, and a voice to accompany it. "I do hope you Acknowledgement goes smoothly."


"Mister Quilz, shall we?" she asks, already pulling away from the rest of the Kindred. The Shadow didn't really have a choice.

Continued in (2007) Third Times the Charm...

[Alessandra]

Formal Court. While usually at Nox, and once at one of her warehouses, was at the Crone Farm. Not a place she had fond memories, but she was curious. Curious to see what the Circle would do, how they would decorate and how the evening would go.

The throaty sound of her car could be heard as she pulled up. She had debated renting a car, or a car service, but decided against it.

A heavily tattooed leg steps out, strappy black heels on her feet, which were also inked. Standing, she takes a moment to look around, taking in the environment, and settling her Beast. Which paced and roared in anger at the weakness around her. Car door closes, and the Savage walks into Court.

Most of her tattoos could be seen on her legs and arms and a slight hint of more ink below the sheer fabric. Her long dark hair was up in a braid crown, her lips a blood red. But not with her? Cain. She could have brought him, but he was a Hell Hound, and didn’t look like a normal dog. So he stayed behind, in her office.

Walking up, she bows her head respectfully to Alice, “Seneschal Hart, good evening. You look quite stunning.” And that was more skin then she was used to the Haunt showing. But it looked good. A warm smile and nod was offered to Lyssa, while only a Ghoul, she still was owed respect. “Lady Hazelton, good evening to you as well. That dress is quite becoming.” The Notary always seemed well dressed. “Miss Wood, are those real feathers? It’s quite intriguing.” A smile to Dirt Nap, “I hope everyone is well this evening.” Finally, dark eyes settle on the new Dragon, the Savage not saying anything. He was unacknowledged, not once, but twice. And had been quite rude last Court. Would this one prove any different?

Now the giant? He was new, and she looks to him, curious, but remains silent. It wasn’t her place to introduce herself.

[Lenora]

Lenora Black was, of course, not far behind Edward Heinrich, the latter having instructed some time ago that it was best to arrive jointly - and to wear similar attire.

To this end, Lenora opted for a dress of black and gold. Given the complexity of the pattern, the Lord felt it best to accessorize the garment somewhat minimally, opting for a simple pair of gold earrings and a pair of black heels Her makeup, however, was a divergence from her usual minimalist approach featuring a prominent smoky eye pattern and deep russet lipstick that constrasted heavily against her pale form. The hair was also groomed, product utilized to ensure it was well under control.

Lenora had parked near enough to the Farm and spotted Edward's form near enough as she closed the distance. A distance long enough for her to settle the stirring rage of the Beast within.

"Good evening, Mr. Heinrich," she offered, her voice adopting its usual cordial tone. She granted the man her usual small smile before accepting his arm, "We shall."

Entering with the Daeva, the Lord granted herself a pause as a the rest of the assembled Kindred came into view. So many were Obfuscated and two, per usual, prompted the feelings of fear: Mable and Alessandra.

After readying herself, Lenora began her greetings. First, a deep bow to Alessandra Antinori herself, befitting of her position as Prince. Another, slightly lessened bow is offered to the Blind Woman that was their Seneschal. A bow of the head was then granted to Lady Hazelton. Curiously, the Lord even granted Mable Wood a slight dip of her head. The woman no longer held an official position in the Court, but the farm seemed a sanctuary of hers. The Farm was, of course, the property of the Circle and it was impolite to not acknowledge one's host. Dirt Nap receives a smile, as the Lord is want to do when she sees the Gangrel. He is quiet and understands his place. At the presence of his... superior, though, Lenora's mask is tinted with dislike. She does not need the rage of her Beast to paint her opinion of Mr. Quilz. Their last interaction had been far from perfect.

As for the Giant Nosferatu? Lenora does not spare the man much more than a glance. He is a visitor and, thus, it was neither Lenora's place nor in her interests to engage him until he had received his Acknowledgement. Thus far, he seemed to be operating himself well enough and so Lenora returned her gaze to the Seneschal and Horatio with some interest. However, Lenora did not move remaining with Edward at the entrance until the man had either determined their company or dismissed her to engage with the others at her leisure.

Naturally, though, if she was called upon as she had been previously, Lenora would respond. The needs of the Domain's elite easily trumped the decorum Edward may have wished to observe.

[Jacque]

Jacque made his way up the dirt path dressed for a black-tie affair in a tuxedo. The only color to be found was with his cabochon amethyst cuff-links and the glint of gold from his Rolex. Ass-chewings and introductions; just another night of seeing if anyone's primal urges start to boil over in this masochistic display of forced social interaction.

He steadied his beast against the ebb and flow that came from the masses gathered at the farm. His eyes flicked to two new faces, measuring up what new additions had occurred since the last Formal. He then turned his head back to the masses to begin the waltz of small talk.

"Your grace, good evening." a deeper bow was made in respect to the Prince's station. He then acknowledged the hosts for this evening, "Seneschal Hart, Miss Wood. I'm happy to witness yet another season here and how differently it colors the landscape." A humble bow of gratitude, seen and unseen.

"Lady Notary Hazelton, good evening. How are you?" he bowed his head acknowledging her seniority. "Mister Heinrich, Priscus Black," a flash of a grin, "You're certainly a riveting pair. I hope that all that glistens is, in fact, gold."

"Mister Nap," he nodded to the savage, "Looking sharp."

In between the several steps, a question caught his ear. One not addressed to him, but one he had not heard in the context of an acknowledgement. Gauging the authenticity of the response enthralled him for the moment.

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-07-03 21:14:28	Jacque rolls 6 to detect lies/deception (WIT+SUB) (10 Again)	5, 3, 1, 8, 2, 4	1 success

[Mable Wood]

Mable gave Dirt Nap a soft smile. He was always a welcomed sight for her.

To Jennifer, "Oh dear. Please accept my apology, Lady Hazelton." Mable was unsure if it was actually a domain title but she did like to call people what ever name they preferred. "I would love to show you around the gardens." Before they could start out the arrivals began piling in.

Mable's beast roared when Horatio entered. She gave him a polite smile of welcome. Before she could correct him on her name, Alice did so.

Then the Giant arrived. He had his beast masked and seemed polite...so far. And he asked for Jennifer, the tour would have to wait.

The Prince arrived. Mable gave a deep curtsy. "They are real, your grace. And may I say that dress is stunning on you."

Lenora and Edward were heading in together. Mable would give them both a warm smile of welcome when they were close enough.

[Dirt Nap]

Dirt Nap nods to Horatio, his superior in the order. "Evening, Sir." He says respectfully. He certainly hopes that 'being the life of the party' works out well for Horatio.


Dirt Nap alertly notes the approach of the twisted giant. The Nosferatu seem to be growing in both power and numbers, and in the size of its members. He remembers Krieg, the last giant he knew here, also a Nosferatu, and wonders what became of him.


Dirt Nap nods in the direction of Edward Heinrich when he enters.


He returns a respectfully and perhaps a hit of wary nod to Priscus Black, perhaps a smile in return seems like he'd be presumptuous and or intimate to offer in return.


"Lady Hazelton, kind of you to say so." Dirt Nap says, nodding. "Thank you kindly, Ma'am."


"Evening, Ma'am, Seneschal Hart." Dirt Nap replies softly to Alice Hart's greeting, his tone respectful and his nod deep.


Dirt Nap nods in the direction of the Prince, timed to be seen as a response to her smile without demanding any further acknowledgement from her than what she's already gifted him. His nod towards her is his deepest yet.




"Thank you, Harald Jack." Dirt Nap says, "Kind of you to say. Good to see you." His tone friendly and respectful.


Dirt Nap smiles slightly at Mable's entry and smile towards him. "Evening, Ma'am." He says softly.

[Horatio Quilz]

"Of course, my apologies Miss Mable. A slip of the tongue I assure you." Horatio notes that his joke fell on deaf ears, he tries not to sigh at this loss. With the arrival of the new haunt Horatio tamps down his beast and gives the man a nod.
Horatio notes the next arrivals, and gives a nod to Edward and a slight bow to Lenora. Tightening his jaw as his anger quells and admonishes the beast for it's flighty intentions it pours out upon the arrival of the Prince. Horatio gives a respectable bow and catches the Seneschal's words. "Yes, of course, lead on Seneschal Hart."
Before following the Seneschal, Horatio gives the next newcomer a nod and catches up to the haunt and her ghoul.


Moving to http://nwod.org/forum/showthread.php?p=42296

OOC: I did not catch that misspelling on my last post, sorry.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

"Your Grace," Jennifer bends herself into the proper curtsy at the arrival of the prime Predator, the Prince of Sacramento.
"My thanks, Your Grace. "
Jennifer's eyes take in the prince, her eyes noting the tattoos and the crown braid. It was gorgeous accompaniment to the prince's style of the evening.
"The Farm is lovely, is it not?"
She commented to the Prince. She might have been bold to praise the prince's choice to have the crone Host formal court. They certainly had stepped up to the honor.

Jennifer gave Alice a respectable nod as she moved onto domain business. She sought her cousin's ghoul for a departing nod. Hopefully she could speak to Alice before the eve was done, or better yet, she could join the tour by Mable.


"Please put it out of your mind." Jennifer assures the Crone Gangrel.
" I already have. The Farm is lovely, Madam Mabel. I look forward to the tour."
"Mr. Jack, so good to see you again.". Her eyes twinkled a bit, curious what he'd been occupying himself with. She hopes it was after a line that they had been conversing about.
"We should have a word."
Have you pursued your interest the Nosferatu thought.

" Mr. Heinrich, good evening to you. Miss Black."
Her eyes took in the matching outfits and statement, her eyes combing for any flowered statement.
Her brown eyes noted the behavior of the Lordess towards her newest Cousin.

"Dirt Nap, I hope you have been well since we spoke last."

"Mr. Moore, shall we go about with your acknowledgement?" She suggested graciously, her ruined voice crinkling over dead grass.

"Please, follow me."
She leads to a distance that suggested privacy. This was Court, however, the suggestion was all that there was.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer draws Mr. Moore away
http://nwod.org/forum/showthread.php...0#post14457620

[Alexander Moore]

A small hum filled him, then a song, and finally a storm as the court proper revealed themselves. Beast after Beast stepped onto the stage and left him wanting, a small broken thing hiding behind his monumental shape. As more members of the Court revealed themselves he was stricken by their attractiveness, the sheer beauty and aesthetics on display nearly drowned out the drone of his Beast’s frantic buzzing. Only the disturbing voice of his cousin pulled him out of his reverie, his head snapping to what could only be the other Nosferatu present. His Beast was silent at the sight of her, but she could be nothing else but a monster, a perfect horror to hold his attention.


“Good evening Seneschal Hart, I-'' He stopped himself before he went on, giving her a shallow bow before straightening his back, his arms at his sides and his head held at a slightly bent angle, so as not to seem to be looking down on the frightening party before him. He felt the eyes of the party goers’ Beasts slide over him occasionally, but refrained himself from looking around, his eyes so sunken into his skull he would have had to swivel his head to properly see them, eventually resigning himself to try and hold the attention of his in, Lady Hazelton. She is hidden behind a mask, and unlike many others of their Clan, she is unmarked by the Curse except for her voice; he felt his Beast pace back and forth across his skull, wondering whether to demand a hurried acceptance to Court, or to hold and await her attention.


Perking up once she turned back to him he listened in relief at her suggestion. “Please” He nods to her with his reply, and follows her when she moves outside the group that had collected. Moving slowly and quietly for one with such a large body, he carefully extricates himself from the growing cluster, not with natural grace, but with a more learned caution.

Alexander has joined Jennifer in the side thread