"Right." Mick glanced around, anxiously looking for his Majesty, most Royal Highness. And was having trouble singling him out until... there! "Ok, found him. Turn left a bit. Taking about say... 300 steps forward. Turn right a little, head 50 steps up the stairs. And then stop where you are. He seems to be there."
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Victoria Stamford
From all the time that Victoria had spent with the man since her time in Sacramento, she instantly knew that something must be on his mind. She did think it odd that Ishani wasn't present, the three members of his house were as thick as thieves.
A measure of concern showed on her face, which was clear to the man in front of her but guarded enough not to draw any attention to Asa.
"I'm doing quite well all things considering recent events," she said politely but in a dismissive manner as if to press past the question to the source of her concern. The beautiful Ventrue approached closer and spoke softly so that they wouldn't be overheard. "I'm more concerned about you Prince Clarke. Is something the matter or is there just a lot on your mind regarding this regency issue?"
Dirge
"Thank you very much," Dirge said warmly. "I'm sure the Prince is busy at the moment? So I may have a few moments. Tell me how have you been? I hope things are going well for you? With so few of us in the city we really should stick together more. It is a shame that I haven't spent more time with you."
Thomas O'Connor
Thomas almost smiled at the concept of an underdog in the this whole existence. It was the nature of the Requiem that underdogs either fell by the wayside or succeeded and proved that they had simply been underestimated.
"That is half of the battle right there. Time is always the enemy of focus, your mind begins turning and before long you are bogged down with thoughts of everything that could happen. This entire fight might be decided by how each of them handle these moments before it even begins."
Ajax
"My prediction is that someone is going to get stabbed." His girls had split the vote and Ajax, showing a surprising wisdom for a Gangrel, decided to stay on the fence and not get into a debate with a woman. He usually liked fights he had a chance to win.
Looking around the room he notices a few new faces and decides to actually be social. He spots a lone dude with a weak beast who looks like a thug and seems to just ooze the promise of violence. Well at least he's probably not going to flash his tits at me like the last newbie I talked to.
"I'm going to go be social and welcome the new peoples."
Making his way over to Scott the 6'4 215 Gangrel offers the Haunt a nod and half of what might be called a polite smile.
"New in town?"
Tyler entered court and decided to appraise those in town with his presence, he had heard there was going to be a duel for the regency and like any good Daeva Tyler had too be in attendance. The past few nights had been hectic, especially with his research and he already missed out on quite a few shin-digs recently. As he entered, Tyler saw quite a few already in attendance and he heard his Priscus was going to be there as well. Spotting a free and empty chair, Tyler approached it as everyone was watching those up on the catwalk and Tyler noticed his Prince was up there. This made his mind go straight to an old song, sitting down Tyler shook his head to get rid of the catchy tune. 'I'm too sexy for my shirt...So sexy, it hurts...on the catwalk...on the catwalk, i do my little dance..On the catwalk... As Tyler sat, he looked on and watched, waited and paid close attention. He did look around at the others close by, Tyler looked to see if anyone was there he knew besides the Prince.
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Katrina chuckles at Ajax as he walks away. She smiles at Jillian. "I think I am going to do the same. There are people here I have not met yet. Think I ought to introduce myself."
Katrina looked around the room for someone that was free. It had just happened to be a coincidence that Tyler walked in at that moent. Giving Jillian one last look "If you will excuse me."
Katrina approached Tyler and held out a hand. "Hi there. I have seen you around before, just not had the pleasure of speaking to you yet. I am Katrina."
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"It's difficult being a Kings season ticket holder," Asa replied to Victoria, obviously obfuscating as he arched an eyebrow.
After a pause, he added, "Although you wouldn't mind running the show again for a couple of days after tonight, would you? I might take a small break."
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Victoria Stamford
Smiling in an understanding manner, Victoria nodded her head. She wasn't surprised that he chose not to share anything with her, especially in court.
"Certainly Prince Clarke take as long as you need. The city will be here for your return," she said honestly.
"I'll get out of your way and leave the two of you to your evening," Victoria said concerned that she was interrupting where they would rather be alone. "Besides I wanted a brief word with someone before the event begins."
Ariana had been listening to the conversation between Thomas, Alice and Natasha while she had been watching Conner out of the corner of her eye. It appeared that there was a lull in the conversation, so she thought she would put her curiosities to rest.
Smiling and pleasantly inquiring she asked, "I was wondering, Miss Lake and Madam Brown," Granted the Madam was a dead give away, but Ariana thought she would check. "To which Clan and Covenant do you both belong?" She was sincerely and entirely interested, after all, they were new in town.
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Natasha turned from observing Dirge when Ariana addressed her, a slihgt grin on her face. "Clan Daeva, Madam Donovan," she replies, using the title that Thomas provided, adding, "Currently, I am Unbound to any Covenant."
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"Thank you," Asa replied sincerely, nodding.
Twist nodded as well, giving the Seneschal another nod as she left.
After Victoria left, Asa scanned the gathered Kindred, finding what --who-- he was looking for.
"Thank you all for attending the resolution of last month's Court," he began in his Listen Up voice, waiting a few moments for conversations to die down.
"Before we begin, which will happen shortly, I wanted to address another outstanding matter."
Looking around, Asa's eyes finally settled on Jillian.
"Jillian Malloy, Priscus of Clan Gangrel," he continued, naming her. "A Priscus not only sets the standard, but is responsible for the actions of her entire Clan. I found the use of your Blood's most deadly gift at the previous Court distasteful. You will make amends by offering the victims a Major Boon and an apology. Do you understand?"
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