(2505)Formal Court

[Alessandra]

Eternal Court

The Nox Populi is an upscale experience that will take Sacramento nightlife to a whole new level.

In the heart of downtown Sacramento there is a place of intrigue, excitement and entertainment. The modern flare of this venue is host to exclusive parties. The seduction of this establishment may take you away as you drink, dance and socialize. There are private services available upon request. The best DJ’s in town are in line to play a wide variety of music. Some of you may dine…as long as you have your VIP pass.

However the Kindred arrive they are discreetly met and led to the back of the club. The space downstairs is decorated in dark, rich woods and expensive furniture. There's a coat room that will also hold one's 'unmentionables'; namely, weapons, at the foot of the stairs. There are also private areas, dark, and furnished with soft couches, as well as meeting rooms with conference tables and chairs, and an area with several televisions. The Court area is decorated with long black and brown silken drapes cascading from floor to ceiling. Draped in elegant bunches and gathered into valances across door frames and between supporting pillars; the lighting is intentionally low, but without the pulse of the music from above, the place has the feel of a sepulchre.

The common area circles the Court proper, and it becomes apparent that this is not decorated for a single evening. Small symbols note areas for Kindred only that branch off of the Commons, which will be necessary once those Kine privileged enough to see behind the Masquerade filter in: ghouls, herd members, or even devotees. The furniture setting is familiar now: a set of elegant chairs, all dark wood and red leather, arranged in a circle. The baroque lighting leaves the corners of the Elysium commons in deep shadow.

Another evening; another Danse. For some it will their first, for some it shall be their last. After all, this is the Prince's Elysium, and subject to the Laws of the Domain.

Formal Court has now begun...

Please remember that Predator's Taint is in effect and role-play is expected, or rolls will be asked for!

This is a great place to get Acknowledged


You now have 1 Week to enter Court before the Doors Close.

Formal Court a specific event. Announced to the Domain, you are expected to attend or you will find your Acknowledgement revoked. After 1 Week, the doors to Court close (no new entries into the thread). Once you have left Court, you are not permitted to return. Court is never truly empty: this can include 'faceless masses' of Kindred beneath notice, ghouls, herd members, devotees, or even officials in their offices.

[Otto Schneider]

Otto could tell that something was different as he strode into Elysium. It certainly wasn't his outfit as he was clad in the same navy suit he usually wore to Court, complete with a symbol of the Sanctum pinned to his breast pocket. No, there was something different about the way the Beast was whispering in his ear. It was just as cloying and insistent as before, but now it was more confident. The blood that flowed through his dead veins had grown more potent and the Beast knew it, urging him to assert his dominance above his fellow Kindred.

As usual, he was able to subdue the manic chattering of the Predator's Taint and present a calm facade, but he hadn't expected this change in sensation. This is what it means to grow older as a Kindred, eh? He mused to himself as he nodded appropriately to Acknowledged Kindred whom he barely remembered the names of. Despite himself, there was a measure of satisfaction as they bowed to him. He realized that, at least for the moment, he was probably the most important person in the room. Neither the Prince nor any other Domain officials were visible. It certainly wouldn't last, but the Lord felt good about it in the meantime. This must be the kind of feeling that every Ventrue longs for in their dead heart.

[Alicia Silvers]

False life flushing through her veins as she once more strides inside the halls of Elysia, curious to see who would be present this night, and who would be gone. Some faces seeming to only barely show up to even show themselves, the words of the Prince that people came and went having started to truly show before her as she walks past the coatroom dressed in her black and red lace gown, with silvery heels underneath , not wearing silver in some regards a cliché perhaps yet something she had long since made a part of herself. Colored contacts making her eyes appear blue for the evening, paired with a red eye shadow, red lips and her raven black hair styled into roses once more.

Wearing a new perfume of a slightly sweet floral scent that settles down into a spicy and earthy aroma with jasmine, cedar, and saffron in its center stage. Offering bows of her head to the masses of people in attandence according to their status, barely paying them any mind, they stayed in the backgrounds and if that is what they desired she would not drag them forth, not stopping before seeing her fellow Priscus with a stop, a sensation ringing within her. Not the usual one she was accostumed to around him, not the one of a new beast, but rather something new. Standing in silence for a moment to calm herself down before offering him his appropriate bow.
"Priscus Schneider, a pleasure as always. I trust you have been well, and that things are proceeding as well as can be hoped?"

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer strode into Elysium with confidence, Liam walking three steps behind her. The Nosferatu paused at coat check to turn over a long, then item about three feet long enclosed in a custom linen sewn sheathe. A metal pin box was produced and Jennifer removed the pins that kept a flesh colored scarf adhered to her dress, obscuring her neck and one of her shoulders. The pin case and flesh colored scarf was relinquished to coat check. The Nosferatu had flushed stolen blood through her skin, giving her the illusion of life.
Jennifer moved into Court proper. Liam unobtrusively moved off to stand at a wall where he would wait to be of service.

Jennifer wore a tailored dress that had been inspired by a runway fashion that she had noticed a few years ago. The main color was black. There were brighter colors in the bright floral embroidery that added interest to the gown. Jennifer wore longer interest earrings in sterling silver.

The Nosferatu glances around the room for a moment. The Nosferatu made two nods of respect to the two Prisci present.
"Priscus Silvers. Priscus Schneider." The sibilant voice sounds in the air.

[Alessandra]

At her age, it sometimes seemed like months and years blended together. Luckly, she had found herself a Ghoul who kept her schedule for her and had important dates prepared.

Hence, she knew it was Formal Court and had a dress ordered a couple months in advance. While she could careless about fashion, as Prince, she still had to look the part. This time she wanted one designed that showed her strength, so this one had taken a bit longer to come together.

Once again, the door opens and the inked Savage and Cain appear. The Hell Hound stepping out first, one-hundred and twenty-five pounds of supernatural muscle and hate, he didn’t go far from the Princes side.

The Italian walks out next, her dress not flowing like others, it was fitted, but it was not fabric. This was a dress made out of some sort of metal, pieces catching the low lights here and there as she moved into the room.

Pausing, she observes who is in attendance, and who was not. There was still time before the doors would be closed, but not much. Her Beast snarls, rows of razor-sharp teeth bared at the weakness within the room, demands of the flesh of those weaklings. But not this evening, as the chain was pulled and the Beast was put back into its place.

A nod of respect was given to Jennifer Hazelton , while small acknowledgements were given to the others.

[Otto Schneider]

Well, it was fun while it lasted. The momentary joy of being the only Priscus in the room evaporated, though Otto still managed a smile as he gave a polite bow to his counterpart from Clan Daeva. "Good evening, Priscus Silvers." At least in public, he'd stick to addressing her by her proper title. "Just so. As always, these matters take time. Though, on a more personal note, I was hoping to get ahold of Ms. Thistle..." He glanced around the Court, unable to find her.

Instead, he noticed a different Nosferatu approaching. The Ventrue Priscus bowed to Jennifer, as befit her station, and maintained his polite smile. "Seneschal Hazelton, a pleasure to see you. You look lovely, this evening." If he were being totally honest, Otto was judging the outfit more on how expensive it looked than anything else. Partly because he was fairly ignorant of women's fashion trends, partly because he supported showing off personal wealth. "Actually, that reminds me..." The Priest turned back to Alicia. "The Seneschal and I spoke briefly about Ghouls before. Do you happen to have any knowledge on the topic?" It was more than mere small talk for Court, Otto was growing genuinely interested in the topic despite himself, but he didn't want to advertise that right out of the gate.

Regardless of the slightly increased potency of his blood, the Beast registered the same tell-tale shiver that always came with an important evening at Elysium. The Prince is here. Reining in his brief surprise, the Ventrue managed to turn in her direction and bow deeply. "Good evening, Alder Prince Antinori," he muttered, by no means trying not to be heard but certainly not raising his voice above the mass of Damned in the room.

[Raul]

It feels strange to be out again, enjoying the night air as it were. If there were another choice, Raúl might still be out and about, but there are requirements for this existence. So once again, the Dragon stirs from his lair and makes his way across town to the gathering of Formal Court at the Alder Prince's Elysia.

He arrives late, but not too late yet. His Beast had stirred along the way and the Dragon fed to keep it placated. He checks to make sure all was in order with his outfit (a black suit tailored to his musculature, a cream-colored dress shirt beneath a matching crimson paisley vest and tie and sensible dark shoes) before heading into the basement beneath Nox. He pulls a bit on the blood he just fed on as he walks, filling his features with the lie that he's still alive.

His gaze is drawn first to the largest Beast in the room, bowing low with the respect due to the Alder Prince. "Prince Antinori, I hope the evening finds you well." He glances at her dress and smiles. "Stunning, as always."

He next acknowledges the Seneschal in a bow that's not as deep as the one he gave his Priscus but still one fitting for Jennifer's station in the city, "Seneschal Hazelton, a pleasure to see you again."

His late arrival and his recent lack of appearance at non-formal courtly functions are not helpful to him as he provides a curt nod to both the Shadow and the bewitching Succubus. "Mr. Schneider. Ms. Silvers. Good evening to you both."

[Alicia Silvers]

Turning towards the Seneschal at her entrance, head bowing in appropriate fashion of her status along with a light curtsy.
"Seneschal Hazelton, a pleasure to see you." Keeping her pose for a moment before slowly rising back up. "That is an exceedingly lovely dress you are wearing this evening, I love how the purple shift into yellow whilst keeping to the greenery."

Not having much time to speak much more or act before feeling the bone chilling entrance of the Prince and her to say the least scary beast, immediately falling down into a deep extended curtsy with her head held low before her and keeping the stance long enough for respect to be shown in proper.

Nothing more than a small notion of her lips at the way she was addressed, they were indeed in public and not in private, here they needed to act the part.
"Naturally they do, and haste only leaves openings that would come back to be used against us, better do it right from the start." Eyes wandering around the room. "I am indeed surprised she is not in attendance of yet, lets hope her entrance will soon be seen."

Eyes kept on the Ventrue Priscus with a moment of silence.
"That fully depends what parts of the topic you are interested in? I have met plenty, been around a few of them from my early days. Seen various reasons on both sides, and been interested in certain perhaps odder aspects myself." Leaving it at that, not wanting to dig deeper into the topic without direction or more raised.

Glancing at the usually silent dragon with a light bow of her head in proper for his station as her gaze intensifies.
"I believe you are quite out of the loop on how to properly address some members of court."

[Helen Kingsley]

There's not a lot of sense inj getting to court late, especially the mandatory one, but sometimes, business makes it so. Which is one of the reasons Helen hates cutting things this close.

So she quickly makes her way inside after passing the wardrobe. Not too crowded yet, but then, that can change at the drop of a hat. Will it though ? Sticking to the sidelines for now, she makes her bows for Prince and Seneshal and greets the others as per their station.

She wonders if some of those not yet there are bound to turn up.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

The clutching horror that filled her Beast announced the arrival of the Alder Prince. The Beast quivered in it's cage for a moment. The familiarity of the Prince was only a small comfort with a Beast that was so strong. Jennifer bent down low into a perfect curtsy at the arrival of the Alder Prince. She held this position for a moment to show her deep respect for the Prince. As she rose, she gave a more personal nod to the Alder Prince.

Jennifer let her eyes move over the room for a moment as her Beast quivered with impertinence, a restless desire for excitement. A voice addressed her and the reason for the Beast's reaction was found. Raúl Dominguez. Jennifer gave a long look to him, and this was pointed. There had been a rapport growing - yet how long ago had that been?

"Thank you." Jennifer made a small nod towards Priscus Schneider in response to his compliment.
"I would be interested in further discussion." Jennifer states. Although how much would be revealed in this setting, Jennifer would not divulge. The entire Court had no privacy. Knowledge was power. Priscus Schneider and she already had made discussion for a more private discussion. Her brown eyes move towards Priscus Schneider with an intrigued expression. She lifts her eyebrow slightly towards him. Would he guide the discussion somewhere interesting?
"Thank you." Jennifer replied to the Daeva. "Things proceeding as you had hoped?" Jennifer plucks out from the Daeva's words.
Jennifer gives a slight frown towards the Daeva at her respect shown towards the Gangrel. There were important ways that respect could be earned. There were so many ways respect was lost. Was this Priscus out of the loop on some aspects of respect? Had the former Priscus mentioned anything to her?
Jennifer thought.

The Reeve arrived. Jennifer made a perfunctory nod towards the Reeve. Her demeanor is different from how Jennifer has addressed the Reeve in the past.