"Very well. Priscus Connery if you will escort Mister Matias to the barrens. Miss Keyes, you are dismissed." Conner gave her a polite nod of his head. "Deputy Burns, will you get Seneschal Donovan, Herald Villiers, Mister Heinz and Priscus Grigoriev please?" Conner turns, and sits down, "We still have one other matter to attend to. This one, a bit more complicated."
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Tracy offers a polite nod to the Reeve. "Certainly, Reeve Greyson," she says in response. The redheaded Deputy stands up and exits the room with haste, not wanting to delay the matter at hand any further.
Tracy exits the scene and rejoins the main thread
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Catherine nodded to the Reeve, The mechanics of tale weaving running steadily in her head. At the sentence, she paused slightly. Her eyes shifted slightly to watch the dark-skinned Kindred.
A fair judgement and a choice. Mr. Matias, I do not completely know the workings of this domain, but you are being given mercy. She thought. You have yet to re-see the sun, be grateful for that.
“Thank you, Reeve Greyson.” the Mekhet said with a slight dip of the head in return. Although the remainder of the story she would have to assume for the time being, the formulating in her head was already underway as she quietly removed herself from the room.
Catherine exits the scene and rejoins the main thread
He sits in silence - supplicant toward the elder vampires here... but all the while his mind was churning.. as he held his face the best he could.. He didnt dare touch the fucking stake..
It was a mistake to get even the tiniest bit angry, the stake happy comment.... ah foolish!
He had done all he could to keep the beast calm - after such a beating, after the staking, and having to put up with the two moronic, stupid and vicious rabid Gangrel greeting comittee trying to weasel its way out of a sacred Kindred pact of Elysia, a pact as old as Kindred themselves no doubt...even before the Camarilla, and the nights were the Invictus covenant was barely in its infancy
Did he consider the penalty just?
Kindred Realpolitik at its finest - this is why the Tyrant, quite sometime before my embrace had driven this wretched thing, this Invictus covenant into hiding...the court had been more dangerous under the tyrant for sure, but his station within the tolerated order - and the Tyrants love for his Kindred - the Nosferatu he had not have to suffer as much as the other subjects
Inside he was disappointed naturally - but fear of his position, as the shock of the beating and staking and the anxiety the court produces slowly slowly slowly faded and clarity restored.
If only there had been time to return to some sense of calmness before he had to defend himself - beaten, confused, near torpor, near to the worse point of enraged and having to defend himself there an then..
He felt as if he should speak out loud, but knew caution was the better part of prudence..
No doubt those Animals (the gangrel) - felt as if it was prudent the way they had acted... And the Reeve, at least he knew I wouldnt be stupid enough to address him like that if I had had contact with this 'civlised' Invictus court
He addressed the Reeve as best as he could figure was an approximation of Gentileness, he had not employed what he considered disrespect - the price of near constant isolation in his research, his archiving... the cost of being a Haunt..
He hoped the the Nosferatu Priscus would understand the unease and disfunction the Curse left on his kinsmen.
It was something that the others would never be able to understand he felt.
All I want to do he thought to himselfIs find a safe haven here - become part of the local Chapter House / Academy and find a way out of this curse...
he had for a second forgotten his place and frowned out side (it was visible on the side of his face that was not a mess in his hand held, against the his skull).
I knew this wasn't to be easy, but this is fucking ridiculous He bit and tore his finger open and unconsciously resumed trying to put his face on as best as possible with - the appearance on the outside was that of an Anxiety sufferer picking at her clothes, biting her fingernails until they bleed
My books, my studies, my histories, my learning in the order -to end this --- THIS! God forsaken Curse and for the others too
Those who wanted to be anythign else than that piece of shit nosferatu filth stinking, general creepifying and uglying the requiem.....
or to be something more than this...God layed secrets in its universe for Kindred and Kine to improve their lot...
José will leave the room without any resistance as soon Priscus Connery escorts him out
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"Come on, Mister Matias, this isn't the end of your Requiem." Dillon begins to usher Zé from the Conference room. He stops before passing the silent Haunt.
He stops, and glares.
Perhaps in the future Alexander will be the first in Sacramento to see how uncivilized of a Gangrel Dillon can be. Unfortunately, for now, he looks rather like an angry six-foot-two Ken doll.
Bad cop fail :3
Dillon exits the scene with José to rejoin the main Court thread.
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*Max makes his way to the door of the Reeve's office, but neither knocks nor tries to open it. He had a feeling he wasn't the only person Tracy had been sent to fetch. Until the Gangrel Deputy returned, the thin Mekhet was content to stay out of the line of fire.*
Sidor approached the door, glancing sidelong at the loitering Mekhet. Beneath the shadows, his lips twitched into a very thin, faint smile. It wasn't a pleasant smile. It was the smile of a man who knew perfectly well that someone was in a lot of trouble, and that while it wasn't him, it was going to make his evening considerably more annoying.
If there was one thing the Nosferatu Bishop possessed though, it was confidence in spades. He rapped on the door to announce that people were arriving, and turned his head slightly so that the Seneschal would know he was looking at her.
"Sometimes, I think the Almighty sends these things to test us," he said quietly, for her ears only.
As Ariana stepped into the conference room with Sidor. She heard him whisper and nodded. "Indeed, some tests seem to take shape in unusual ways."
The Lordess looked to Max and Conner and to the seats around the table. Her eyes widened to the man decaying in the room. Oh, this cannot be good. Ariana remained standing for the time being and nodded to the two familiar faces with a pleasant face and smile. "Good evening Reeve Greyson and Mr. Heinz."
To Conner's left stood a stoic Mexican Lord. With the new arrivals, the balance of power had shifted. The Hispanic Ventrue went from of being one of the higest ranking members in the room, to being one of the lowest. Since Ariana didn't verbally greet him, he just gives her a deep nod that borders on a bow. Ricardo also gives Sidor with such a nod. If Max enters, he just gets a regular nod.
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