(2505)Formal Court

[Aletheia Thistle]

Aletheia arrived late, but still well within the time frame available to enter the Court. Her dress, while different, followed Aletheia's usual style. Modest and a bit dated, but it bore finer material and design choices than her usual dress. Also unsurprising, the Haunt once more opted to dress in black, given the official nature of Formals, she felt it appropriate to dress in the manner expected of her office... within the confines of the dress code at least.

Steeling her Beast, the Nosferatu ventured within, fighting the urge to slaughter most and flee from some, each of the Damned within serving as a palpable lesson in the Curse.

Walking to the greatest gathering, the Haunt made note of those present. A deep curtsy and bowed head leveled at the Prince, a shallower, but still significant curtsy to the Seneschal. Bowed heads for the Reeve and present Prisci. Then came the stranger. Aletheia did not know him, but he was conversing readily enough for her to surmise he was either a recognized resident or a permitted guest, thus, she granted him a nod of acknowledgement.

Seeing her Priscus engaged with Priest Schneider and the Daeva Priscus, Aletheia chooses to insert herself on their periphery, quietly present with no wish to intrude.

"Good evening," she offered.

[Alessandra]

It still amused her to an extent that some would always decide to try and address her even though she had not walked over to the gathered Kindred.

No pleasantries were returned, she wasn’t standing with them after all.

But a nod of respect was offered to Helen Kingsley . Pushing the time, but, here none the less.

Metal drags along the stairs as she makes her way to her usual seating area, curious to see where the topic of choice was going to go.

[Otto Schneider]

The Reeve's approach drew another bow from Otto before he nodded to Raul, fitting an Acknowledged Kindred. The Priest had nearly commented on the lack of proper address, but Alicia beat him to the punch. Still, he couldn't help but chime in at the Whip's expense. "It is customary to bow to Prisci, I believe." The Ventrue gave Raul a sideways glance but otherwise was content to see how he would respond.

Turning back to Alicia and Jennifer, Otto gave a slight shrug. "I won't lie, I'm not particularly fond of Ghouls. However, I have been rather interested in learning about Mandragora, ghoulified plants." He decided not to speak for Jennifer, it wasn't his place to announce her particular interests in public without being told to do so. "It's a fairly obscure topic, I've learned, so I was curious if you knew anything. Or if you had your own curiosities on the subject."

Aletheia's greeting, along with the bristling of his Beast against a less-familiar presence, drew the Priest's attention to the Inquisitor's presence. "Ah, Inquisitor Thistle." A polite nod towards the other Sanctified Kindred. "I am glad you're here. I was hoping to get your opinion on something relevant to both the spiritual wellbeing and physical security of the Domain. How well-acquainted are you with the Brood?" Though his expression was still warm, Otto's tone was chilled as he spoke about Belial's Brood. It was hard for him to hide his contempt, even in passing reference.