(2402)Formal Court

[Albert Baker]

It was The Time again and thus Al was on his way to the Nox. After leaving coat and hat at the wardrobe he took some moments as usual to compose himself in meditation in order to resist the urge to run. Then he entered the main hall, dressed as usual in a three-piece-suit (this night pike grey) combined with black shoes, a light blue tie and a white dress shirt. As usual he wore the medaillon that displayed his covenant and the lapel pin.

Once in, he walked through the room to see who was already there and who wasn't.

[Alessandra]

Formal Court meant another dive into the world of fashion and dressing up. But this time, she didn’t reach out to her designer, but a local artist. The Savage had come across the woman on an art walk last year, and had commissioned her to make a dress.

In Ale’s opinion, it had turned out better then she had expected. And the artist had, of course, been paid handsomely for her work. The dress was like nothing she had ever worn before, and she was actually excited to show it off. Something that was rare for her.

No makeup was needed, not that she wore it often anyways. Usually only lipstick, but not tonight. As for jewelry, she only wore one ring. Cain was walking beside her as she entered Court from her office. Pausing, she observes the room, which Kindred were present and who in the faceless masses was there as well. Seemed their numbers were still going down, but the night was still early.

Pausing, not in conversation range, she lets the weakness of the Beasts nip at her heels, angering her own. Which she easily pushed aside, back into its corner. Cain stood on alert by her side.

A nod of respect was offered to Jenn, one befitting the stations and titles she held. Albert gets a nod as well, though not quite as deep, but still one of respect for his positions. Finally, a smaller, shallower one was offered to Verity, who held no titles or station.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

"Your Grace." Jennifer bent herself into a low curtsy as the Prince arrived. Noting the distance that the Prince created around herself, the Nosferatu respected it.
Dark brown eyes settle on Cain. The impressive Hellhound could not be ignored. The strong Beast that emanated from the Prince made Jennifer's own Beast quiver in her ribcage. Jennifer appreciates the outfit that Alessandra was wearing. It was a departure of her usual style. It worked nicely on the Gangrel.

Jennifer rose.

“Priscus Baker.” The voice was calm, although the timbre of that voice that slithered like a snake though crumbling leaves. A less pronounced nod to the Mekhet, as appropriate to someone recognized in Sacramento.
Jennifer glances to the Daeva that remained with her by the table where Jennifer had moved to. Dark brown eyes return to observing Elysium.

[Verity Carmen]

Huh, well that's one questioned answered, the sisters haven't got him yet then. But before she can offer the due respects Verity has to grab hold to her beast for all she's worth as it tries to make the rapid exit she is coming to associate with the arrival of an apex predator. With an effort crushing it back down into place.


Verity stands and bows low to the Prince of Sacramento. She offers no verbal greeting, the prince stopped to far to talk to and the rules about raised voices in Elysium being what they are. If the prince wanted to speak the prince would start the conversation. But Verity does admire the outfit, clearly well made, and the various ways it complimented the Prince. Wait did she just acknowledge my existence? Well this is playing out differently to last time.


Verity will straighten after a respectable amount of time has passed and then bow her head, not her full body, when his walk through the room brings the Priscus of the Mekhet close enough. 'Priscus Baker good evening.' Head back up. 'It's been a few months how are you?' Speaking of different this time I'm starting the conversation, lets see what, if anything that means?

[Jacque]

It was time once again for the Kindred of Sacramento to pretend they weren't the monsters they were.

Jack made his way into Court proper dressed in what looked to be his similar tuxedo, yet even the most trained eye would believe it was brand new from head to toe. Not a thread was out of place or a wrinkle found in his jacket or pants. His vest was a royal purple and gold trinkets peppered the attire from an amethyst tie stud to his Rolex watch and a gilded pocket square. His impeccably shone shoes tapped step by step after each other as he made his way through the faceless crowd. The beast within was ever angry, willing to show the pretenders what the reality of their situation was- but the man would not allow it on this night.

He bowed first and deepest to the Prince. She commanded the room in all regards.
This was followed by a lighter bow to the Seneschal.
His eyes strayed to the Seneschal's guest in conversation- it seemed the Daeva got settled in after all.

A nod was offered to the Priscus of Shadows. He wondered if the night would prove more interesting than he had expected.

[Seryna]

Every member of the Domain who has attended Court previously is in attendance here tonight. All give appropriate greetings to the Domain officials.

Ignore this Storyteller marble moving forward. I have no intentions of writing for NPCs during this Court. Doors will close on the 7^th. I am not posting in to remind people of this.

[Losh]

Wearing a Crimson Red Tuxedo he hoped wasn't too extravagant, Losh hoped too many Kindred wouldn't be able to tell that he bought it cheap at a thrift store and did some mild sprucing up. The dress shoes he had polished the night before and the pants were a bit too baggy, it was all he could afford on the meager income he lived night to night by.

Entering the club and heading to the appreciate area, Losh would be remiss to say he was relieved to see the familiar faces of the Seneschal and Verity, it was wrong, being in the presence of so many powerful Kindred it took every single ounce of training he had received at the Ordo to not cower like someone freshly Embraced, he had just entered into a den of lions, and he had a feeling they would make it known should it come to it.

Remembering the Seneschal's words, Losh stayed back, keeping a close eye on the gathering but not doing anything to make himself stand out too sorely. Making small chit chat and conversation with the faceless masses that amounted to nothing really, he waited to see if anyone would approach him first, already he was rehearsing the proper pleasantries and greetings in his head.

[Alessandra]

The Savage guessed she should be social, after all, it looked good. And she was actually attempting to put herself out there more.

So she walks over to where Jenn and Verity were, well, seated and not really talking. Which seemed curious to her. Cain stayed at her side, on alert. On her approach, she spots Jacque making his entrance, and offers a nod of respect. He might not be Seneschal anymore, but she respected him and what he had done for the Domain, and her nod showed that.

Then a new face, who not only stood out for the weakness of his Beast, but the red of his suit. Her own Beast snarled in anger, demanding the flayed skin of the new Kindred. But, once again, it was pushed off to the side, there would be no violence this night.

Well, unless needed of course.

But the Italian continues to where Jenn sat and sits down herself. Not asking for an invitation, it was her Elysia after all, her Domain, she could sit when and where she wanted.

“Seneschal Hazelton, good evening.” A smile offered to the Haunt, dark eyes then move to Verity, “Ms Carmen, a good even to you as well.” Cain stood in front of Ale in such a way to watch not only the two Kindred she sat with, but the room as well.

[Raul]

Raúl has yet again found his way to the Formal Court of Sacramento's Kindred. He's dressed to impress, as is most everyone here. He's dressed in a three piece suit this evening, tailored to his form in an Italian cut. It consists of a crimson shirt, accented with rosewood colored tie, and a black vest, jacket and trousers. Dark dress shoes and an expensive watch complete the ensemble.

The Savage pauses at the last step, steeling himself and gripping on that metaphorical chain of his Beast as he looks around at the gathered Kindred. Most faces are ones he recognizes but there's a couple of new ones. He gives nods of respect to both Priscuses Baker and Krait. A deeper nod, almost a bow, is given to Seneschal Hazelton while a proper bow is given to the Alder Prince, his Beast sensing that familiar and power Beast in the woman and wanting to test itself against that foe. Curt nods are given to the Verity and Losh respectively.

He slowly approaches Jennifer, glancing around for the Reeve as well, but not seeing her, he pauses a few steps away from the Haunt and the Prince, giving another bow to them, "Good evening, Alder Prince Antinori and Seneschal Hazelton. A pleasure to see you both, as always."

He glances to the nearby Daeva and gives a smile and a nod, believing he recognizes the face, if only fleetingly.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

The Mekhet Priscus is silent and is ignored. Priscus Jack is given a deep nod to show proper respect to someone who is respected.
“Priscus Jack, it is good to see you.” The Cursed voice slithers in the space between the two Prisci.

She gives a small nod to the Mekhet that she had to acknowledge. It was good that he saw to come and participate. Had he alerted Priscus Baker to his presence as she had told him to?
“Alder Prince,” Jennifer gives a slightly less pronounced curtsy as she had acknowledged the Prince earlier. “I trust that you have been well since we spoke last. You know Ms. Carmen?” She inquired.

Jennifer saw someone who she was looking for, as she was holding a space for a meeting with him.
“Mr. Dominguez.” The Cursed voice slithers like a serpent slithering over decaying autumn leaves. Was it somehow worse, here in the trappings of decadence? A slight nod and lady – like hand gesture of inviting him over to her. A clear signal to anyone watching that he was not being imprudent. There was an acknowledgement to undertake.

"I am glad that you recieved my response to you." A polite turn to include the very important person present. "The Alder Prince, Priscus of the Gangrel Clan and Lady of the First Estate," As though he would forget her. Yet niceties much be observed to transition smoothly to the next. A moment for polite introductions before I pull him for the function of his acknowledgement. Surely, he has not committed horrible crimes in his absence? He had been impressing me.

"Ms. Verity Carmen, of the line Daeva."

She has made note of who was not there, and knows a very Valued Kindred has chosen to skip Formal Court. Jennifer keeps on, her face pleasant. Those who mattered were here.

"Shall we handle your acknowledgement..." Jennifer returns to the table, a bit from the main hustle and bustle. Continued here