(2205) Formal Court

[Twist]

A shuffle amongst those already gathered, respects offered. Most noted, if not commented on even mentally. Except for... dark eyes sought the Prince. But the glance was not returned, instead, Alessandra looked to Jacque and ... ah, Quinn had arrived.


Dropping her head in a respectful gesture to the Priscus, she turned back to watch Ale's approach, her head tilted in slight curiosity.


These nights it was not good to test her. But it seemed they would make it through the night. Mable was not the only one to get chances afterall. Merely the latest to run out.


As Ale left the group and approached Robert, Twist let her feet carry her in a lazy wander about the room. It seemed that tonight would not have any revelations afterall.

[Connor OBrien]

"Excuse me for just a moment, Lady Notary. I have one more show of respect to pay before continuing our conversation." With that said, Connor slowly and deliberately makes his way to stand before Quinn Durant , bowing just as deeply as he had for Twist. As he rises, he makes of show of slipping the pocket watch out and checking the time before nodding to the Reeve and returning to the Lady Notary.

"Now, where were we?"

Continued in (2205) Of Whips and Notaries...

[R Quartermain]

Her peace said, she walks over to R Quartermain , a smile offered. “Alder Solder Quartermain, you’re looking handsome this evening. How have you been?”

"Alder Prince Antinori," he replied formally, offering another bow as she approached, before rising. An astute eye might notice the slight straightening of his back at even so minor a compliment from the Prince.

"Any small measure of grace I might possess is shadowed by the charm of your presence, Your Grace," he replied earnestly with an answering smile. "I am well. Settling into your Domain proceeds well and apace. How does the evening find you?"

[Alessandra]

Robert and Ale continue HERE

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer looked to Solider Quartermain for a long beat. Then her eyes continued to look over the Kindred who were entering and giving respects. Where was Whip Northbridge? Or the Hierophant?
The pair of Mekhet and Ventrue received a side eye glance from Jennifer as she looked around the Court. Yet her autumn eyes follow the Prince. Who could not follow the Prince? A Beast that made her own want to gnash its teeth and flee to the safety of the cool Necropolis. A small, satisfied nod at the Prince’s words. Solidarity in all things. Coterie meant something to Jennifer.
She continues to watch the two in her peripheral vision. Waiting for the correct behavior.
A look of commiseration was given to Seneschal Jack. A good ally. A Kindred who was steadfast in holding to what was true, even when it became hard. Or uncomfortable. She followed the look with a nod to indicate her deep respect for her ally. Solidarity before the crowd.

Connor speaks to her on a matter and Jennifer looks to him.
“I would be glad to discuss those matters with you.”
A slight pause in her step as Connor makes his bow to the Reeve. She raises an eyebrow to Connor. Jennifer’s mouth turns downward.

Her head now turns to Dr. Baker and the Kindred she believed was Mr. Walker. She is now clearer in her interest. Were the two still not bowing? That was a choice. Her head turned, glancing over the other Kindred. Watching. Weighing their reactions. After a few moments of observing, Jennifer decided that the reaction was not to her satisfaction.
To Connor, she said politely. “Excuse me a moment, Whip O’Brien.”

The Nosferatu strode to Dr. Baker and his conversation partner. She strides up with confidence.
“When the Alder Prince points out your shortcomings, what do you believe the correct course of action to be?”

Her cursed voice is heavy, supernatural. The snake- like aspect has frightened many before. The Lady speaks clearly and distinctively. She has not raised her voice. Lady Notary Hazelton remains composed. The only sign of emotion is the downward turn of her mouth. She waits for a beat. It is clear that she expects an answer to her question.
Jennifer continues to be calm in her manner of speech and bearing.

“I have no idea how you ignored the call of your Beast. You ought to know how to give proper respect. I will instruct you.
You bow to the court officials, Mr. Walker and Dr. Baker. When you realize that you make a mistake, do not continue idle chatter and continue to ignore the court officials.”
What shall you, Dr. Baker and you,” A piercing look to William Walker. “- be doing to fix your grievous errors to the Alder Prince, Seneschal Jack, Archon Twist and the Reeve?” She leans in slightly. “I am not pleased with you as well.”
That should be obvious, she hoped. Yet these two were failing at the most basic aspects.

“Did I hear you say that you will be touching the Alder Prince’s instrument?”

Continued in William & Albert Baker...

[Jacque]

Steel eyes watched the events unfold until another involves themselves in the matter.

The Lord hummed under his breath before making idle steps towards the group.

Continued in William & Albert Baker...

[Twist]

Twist pauses in her walking. It was in truth a stop, but something about how she stood - on edge, a breath away from motion made it appear to not be. To be instead only a pause.

Dark eyes watched unblinking.

Waiting to see if there would be a gesture, a pushing of play on her pause.

[R Quartermain]

The soldier's eyes met the Notary's with a deep nod to her, his eyes likewise watching the kerfluffle among the kindred. His answering glance was a clear sign of support if something went awry or otherwise sideways as he walked slowly with the Prince, speaking quietly.