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As more people with titles arrived, Ricardo announced them as well. This looks like it could take a while.
"Vala Wooding
Grand Wyrm Heinz
Regent Hart of South Sacramento
Mr. Dog, Hound of South Sacramento"
He continued to stand still and stone faced. Although Ms. Keyes' outfit did get a hint of a smile, but it vanished quickly.
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Emma continued to watch the announcements of new comers from her corner of the room. She smiled and nodded as needed to those who walked by her. She smiled at some of the titles. In particular, it tickled her funny bone to hear Dog's title. It was almost a duh moment that someone named dog would be a hound. Of course it was not out of disrespect that she thought this, just her sense of humour, something others forgot to have at times. Emma's amusment disapated as the realization sunk in once again of the strict hiearchy and military-ish society she lived in. It wasn't any better in any other domain, and in some it was much worse. Emma frowned briefly then put on a fake smile she usually wore. Maybe after this she would go running in the woods. Physical activity was what she needed. Fresh air and physical activity. That's what she needed. And maybe some food. Fresh air, physical activity and food. Yup. That was it.
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Crap why I am nervous? I am not the one getting executed tonight.
At least, if Dillon Connery didn't talk shit about him backstage even more. Mr. high and mighty made it clear he knew only one place suited for Chris, the torpor closet. If the Savage, no, Gangrel only knew how experienced the young Vala is at crawling out of there again...
Chris looks around to find the Reeve, his Priscus, an influential man who he hoped to stay closer to in the near future. Still walking slowly, he approaches the man... but too slow. The Office of the Reeve is having a little meet up.
Damn then what?
He mentally sighs when a Dog barks like thunder through Chris' own Beast's cage. Maybe the apologizing can start already. The South-Sac couple has arrived,
'Regent Hart?' Chris bows his head, waiting to be acknowledged by Roxie. Selena
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Chase Ankers wore simple black to Court tonight. He had debated not showing up at all, though the consequences would certainly have been even more undesirable. He had no love for executions. He had already seen one final death and was not eager to see another.
He stepped out into the evening air to approach the unique choice of Elysium where his fellow kindred gathered. Chase had seen these particular ruins before, soon after his return to Sacramento. Now full of light and sound they were less intimidating than he remembered.
The Ventrue took note of his cousin, Ricardo, calling off titles of those ahead of him and was thankful he had none of his own worth mentioning. He wanted to slip in without drawing much attention, at least until he became more comfortable with his surroundings. He nodded respectfully to Ricardo as he entered, feeling the familiar yet still intimidating Beast of the Hispanic Lord. As he stepped inside, however, the surge of Beasts around him caused his knees to shake, freezing him in place. His eye became unfocused, his body wracked with fear for several moments. Eventually he regained enough of himself to press inside and move against a wall away from the center commons.
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Having a Master of Ceremonies was beginning to make Martha feel much more at home with the Court. She had often thought having someone perform the role would be a good idea and Ricardo was doing it with clarity and strong diction.
To make note of this, she offers Ricardo a respectful nod to show that his work is not ignored.
Respectful nods are offered to Roxie, Dog and Chase too. Though Martha is soon leaning harder on her cane as she watches Roxie's legs at work.
People seem to be pairing off and chatting already. Deciding to patrol the Courtyard again, Martha gathers her cane and hobbles off to inspect doorways and spy out elevated windows, points of vulnerability and any niches where a sniper may conceal themselves.
If anyone was going to try to 'spring' the condemned prisoner, Martha was determined to make them work a little harder.
A Court, they said. Not just any court- an execution, they say. Someone was getting his gods-forsaken head lopped off.
Nemo decided it was a bad day to be new to the city.
His eyes wandered the expansive building, arms guarded and self-protecting as if he could somehow keep himself from blowing away in the non-existant wind. His eyes spoke of that same hidden wind- a piercing blue and white that kissed the subject of storms as he stared vacantly around the room, trying to figure out what- and who- was what.
He wandered restlessly to a nearby wall, content to rest himself against it. Everything about him screamed mediocrity, from his white, button-up shirt, to the black denim pants, to the brown leather shoes that didn't quite match. Even his hair, blonde and razor sharp, was tossled in a way that suggested the hint of wasted potential.
If I stand here like a damn fool for long enough, he surmised, someone will tell me who I'm supposed to be talking to.
Or, like the last few cities, they'll tell me to get the hell out.
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Tracy was the next one to arrive, making a swift entrance through the front door of the building. The redheaded Gangrel was wearing a cute little dress and a pair of knee high boots of the same color. The petite Deputy looked around the room, awestruck by the decor found within the building. It was certainly a pleasant surprise, since the place looked like a condemned building from the outside.
Suddenly, her observation of her surroundings was quickly interrupted in an abrupt fashion by the numerous Beasts around her. Tracy's own Beast hissed and howled in defiance, attempting to make its dominance known. It demanded blood and violence, yet the tiny Savage subdued the animal inside, keeping a tight control over her own emotions.
Later. The time for blood will come later...
Under the alluring innocence she possessed, there lay a wild predator that couldn't be denied. Yes, she was here because a Formal Court had been called, and as a Deputy of the Domain, it was her duty to attend such a gathering. However, what had intrigued her the most about the notice that had been posted around the Domain's Elysia, was the fact that an execution was to take place.
During her own Requiem, Tracy had been witness to the death of a handful of Kine and Kindred alike. It certainly was nothing new, but a formal execution was something she had not seen before. The Gangrel's curiosity was certainly getting the best of her, and she could not deny that she was certainly looking forward to tonight's festivities.
The redheaded Deputy scanned the room with her emerald green eyes, offering polite nods and sweet smiles to any who looked her way. She took note of who was in attendance, paying particular attention to those faces that were unfamiliar to her. After all, it was her duty to protect the Prince's Domain from any potential threats, and she was well aware that tonight things could get interesting.
Even dead men have friends. Better keep my eyes open...
Dr. Kingsley strode through the crowd, his face open to conversation as he moved, his sharp blue eyes taking in the events at hand: the pairings-off, the meetings and arrivals, the little pockets that formed, and the patrols. It appeared that this evening's execution was well attended and most secure, a fact which the unarmed Shadow felt very greatful for.
The increasing number of predators was pressing on his silenced Beast, causing it to twitch and squirm, but one familiar Beast in particular was at least familiar.
Deputy Burns' arrival was expected, and it was always nice to see the capable Gangrel investigator. Circulating through the crowd in his suit and managing to avoid being bowled over by anybody, he made his way over and offered Tracy a polite bow. "Good evening, Deputy Burns," Neil said pleasantly, his tranquil presence lending a calm tone to his voice. "I hope you are well?"
Jag
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The Legalicious Regent watched as more vampires entered. Shit, theyre coming out of the woodwork now. Dog wasnt far behind her. She still preferred someone who didnt talk much for extra-curricular activities, for the most part.
She nodded to Miss Spitfire as she walked in with the blood red dress. That takes some balls. Maybe her fellow Gangrel was taking a precaution from the last time she wore a pretty dress to court which ended up with chunks of Mr. Stitches on it.
Roxie wanted a smoke. Having been there all of three to five minutes, all the different beasts were enough to irritate her own beast. Instead, she pulled out a pen from her cleavage and twirled it in her fingers. Just as Chris Wooding entered her bubble.
Yes? Answering the Mekhet and raising one brow high into her forehead. Oh, she remembered the Gangrel meeting. But there was no indication what was going on in that blond head of hers.
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