"Him? Heh, I stumbled across him shortly after coming to the city. He's a great guy, funny as hell."
Hearing Erika holler out for all the guests to sit, Taylor does just that. He/she walks toward the table and takes a seat, gesturing for Sean and Lori to take a seat nearby.
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Jack managed to locate the Hotel and make his way to court. His appearance didn't look much better than the night he woke up. He still wore that same battered baseball cap down and his collar up just to hide most of his face. He left his things in the hotel room for now. He was going to have to pick them up after tonight.
He managed to get in just as Erika was banging her gavel down on the table. I always though the term court wasn't meant to be taken so literally. He though as he quickly found a seat and waited for things to start. His beast was going crazy, but he kept it down as much as possible. No point in comming if your going to run out the door again if your a coward.
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Circe nodded at the order, and with a moment's focus she ended the two Obfuscate effects active on her person, letting the obsidian blade at her side come into plain view and also revealing the strength of her blood. Once again she looked around the room as others did the same, and she was pleased to notice that the strength of her blood still matched that of anyone present. Unsurprisingly, the veiled woman with the gavel seemed to have the strongest blood of any who had arrived by then, equalling the strength of her own.
((ST Note: Blood Potency 4))
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Konstantin found his way into the room just as it appeared things were getting started. He wasn't as hungry now as he'd been when he had awakened a few nights earlier, but he had to take a few moments to push down the Beast in the presence of so many Kindred. Although he wore somewhat nicer clothes than when he'd last been among his kind - thanks to the fools who had acosted him the previous night, mistaking him for some transient hobo - he was still dressed much less well than most here, and his long hair and thick beard were still tangled and untidy. Truth be told, he didn't really care. He knew that appearance was much less important than character and skill, and he was confident of how he measured up in those areas. Saying nothing, he took a seat next to male vampire dressed in black and the white collar of a priest.
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Sabri hears the order of Erika and lowers her Obfuscate immediately, allowing the relative thiness of her blood become apparent to all.
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Striking Looks
Twist stepped inside the door to the room and paused to get her bearings. Black jeans hugged her from ankle to waist. A black tube top was partially hidden by a man's green button up shirt, tucked in but left unbuttoned. Her hair was pulled away from her face and into a ponytail. Green glass earrings matching her necklace hung from her ears. Black flats and green bracelet completed the clothing side of her outfit.
From her hip hung a sheath that looked to be carrying a medium sized knife. It was in plain sight and she moved easily with it's weight. Of course she had more hidden about her, but that was nearly a given.
The press of kindred wasn't large- but it had a large number of kindred with beasts to rival and surpass her own. Not that she thought her own strength was that terrifying, she could still recall Freddrick's presence when he had revealed himself. What was also worrisome was the lack of familiar faces.
The crowd began to shift though- making their way to the tables. As they parted she saw Erika standing at the front of the room, or at least it looked like Erika with a bandana over her eyes. Her eyebrow raised slightly but she didn't move forward to approach. Instead she gave a brief nodd of greeting before stepping just to the side of the door. She remained there, her posture at ease and a neutral look on her face.
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Mariel looks apologetically at the priest, as the proceedings are already getting ready to start. We''ll talk after, she whispers, as she takes a seat next to him. Mariel is amazed at the wide variety of Kindred at court, and is frankly disappointed that she can't use her skills in majesty to impress the Prince, whenever he or she should arrive.
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"Ah, it appears court is in session," Heathcliff says to O-Yama and tries to chuckle like he doesn't feel the urge to run screaming out the door and into the night. The last thing he wanted to do was reveal his young blood among all these Beasts. Well, the second to last. The actual last thing he wanted was to be attacked by a room full of powerful and unfamiliar vampires, many of whom have revealed weapons. With one dull, gray eye on the exit, Heathcliff allows his Obfuscation to fade, revealing the treacherous Beast within as he takes a seat.
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Gideon moves to the table, taking a seat next to Stephen, leaving one empty on his other side for Headstrong. As he was not inclined towards martial ability he was content to be sandwiched between the two of them. He folds his hands upon the table and waits, curious to see what this Prince shall be like, and what the night will bring.
Mel just found a random seat at the table, blue eyes flickering around at everyone. Memorizing. Not bothering to pay much attention to those he was seated near.
A gathering this large of Kindred would likely attract things, which would mean he'd be less than coherent for a good portion of the meeting, but he was going to try and look as attentive as possible, and be as coherent as possible.
Flipping one of his coins through his fingers, he looked down at it before flipping five more times to get the correct number.
~Who do I offer my services to...?~
Honestly? Who would appreciate them the most? Keepers were highly prized as advisers, but who would know that enough to appreciate it?
Who indeed...?
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