(1404) Who's Your Priscus Court

[Dog]

As the wood was revealed, finally, finally, so were Dog's ivories. A wet hiss marked an in-drawn breath.

There were a lot of choice words which the breath that filled the undead lungs could have been used for.
You dumb son of a bitch.
Son, you done fucked up.
Are you insane?
You go, boy.

In the end, though, it was just a singular word. Or name, rather.

"Dillon!"

The word came out a like a bark. Strident, piercing.

Dog stepped backwards. Away. Not his first rodeo. He wasn't with this man. Hell, he was doin' his civic duty.

Dillon Connery Wolven Pryde

[Roxie Hart]

Don't ask.

Just don't ask.

Roxie saunters into Court in a manner that suggests the party is for her. It's just what you do when you're late because you feel like a clown in costume. You walk in like you own the place, you fool the people who don't matter and show the right amount of respect to the ones who do.

Speaking of which, she can't help but look a little saucy when she curtsies to Asa first and foremost. Her shoulders cocked at different angles, a slight pursing of her lips... she stops short of winking at him.

Dillon might laugh at that shit, especially outside Court, but this is no place to act like a fucking brat.

The Regent's brow furrows at the absence of anyone at Camp Gangrel, and then looks around. Her eyes pass over Dillon and Mike, shooting them a bit of a grin that's more aimed at the Priscus than the Ranger, but what the hell? Guy's stuck around. That means something.

Her eyes find Dog talking to Roderick, with his hand on the guy's chest. One of Roxie's eyebrows crawl up her brow as she forms a scything remark. But as she continues over to deliver it, the rest happens so fast. Fast enough to make her tense up like a surprised cat.

Jaysus FUCK, Dog! God damnit!

Her shock turns practically indignant, at having been caught right in the line between Dog and Dillon. Eyes will likely fall straight on her, and wonder if it's her that's causing the outburst this time.

And I just had to wear this fucking dress.

Back to defensive snark. She crosses her arms and looks back over her shoulder at Dillon and Mike. For all it's worth, she looks like she knows exactly what's going on, and doesn't mind being in the middle of the scene.

[Jaqen]

August froze, seeing just over his shoulder the frame of Rodericks back, with someone the Ventrue didn't recognize calling for the Reeve...He knew the young-blood could be brash, hopefully he didn't start it...He gave a slight sigh, before looking to the Reeve, if Mr. Connery didn't call for security measures but simply walked over in a more subtle fashion, Mr. Galloway was certain to be in step after giving the proper 'Pardon me, I believe my dear cousin may need some assisstances' politely to the group he was trying to introduce himself to...

Rough around the edges indeed... he thought, praying to God quietly in the back of his mind that he wouldn't be embarassed at the court meant to honor his own position...It would be mighty unpleasant.

OOC: Basically he's delaying his movement in order to follow the Reeve's lead, he won't actually say anything if Connery says for all to hold their place of course.

[Cryotic]

Daniel would quirk an eyebrow up slightly at Mr.Regan's approach. Bastard's got formality down to a T. He nodded, and a small smirk came to the Carthian's face. "Family's family, no need to sound so formal. Mr. Regan right?" Daniel shook the man's offered hand firmly.

Similar nods would go to Brother Teo, Ms. McFarlane, Mr.Angustri... Shit it's like the entire Mekhet clan decided to come in one big wave. "Well, this is like one big family reunion already isn't it?" He'd say instead as the aforementioned approached.

The cry of the Reeve's name of course drew Daniel's attention. "That didn't take long." Really, he'd almost been looking forward to seeing how this regularly scheduled snafu runs it's course. If he didn't know any better, he'd say it was almost like everyone was pulling sticks on who'd be that guy to cause a disturbance at court. Thank fuck Daniel never checks his email for that memo.

[Xander]

James's head turned to the shout. He bit his lip just before asking what the fuck was that about. "Um.." He turns back to Hildegarde not sure how to proceed. It was probably by saying something though.

James Bolton and Hildegarde continue here.

[Asa]

Asa turned and gave August ( Jaqen ) a smile. His eyes over the man, fixing on his bow tie for a moment. He'd made the right decision. He nodded in approval -- at the tie, or announcement, or both. Penmanship, fashion sense, a new Title... what was there not to like?

"Congratulations, Priscus Galloway."

His eyes drifted past August as others entered, pausing as Roxie Hart curtsied. He looked where he was supposed to look, and gave a smile of approval of an entirely different sort. There were many attributes he appreciated about the Regent, some less obvious than others.

At a word, a disturbance seemed to begin rippling outward, and he focused his attention.

"Arnold."

A single word, soft but firm, and a rare occurrence -- a first name, rather than a label and a last.

Asa began moving; not towards the epicenter, but towards the Herald ( Chrisie ).

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer bowed as Asa stepped away, belatingly realizing that she likely should have informed him of recent events. There would be another time, she reflected. She nodded respectfully to the Herald when she passed Jennifer.

Dog's voice captured Jennifer's attention.


It took all of her effort not to roll her eyes. By all means, bring the sheathes of weapons to Court and flash your fangs when your called out on it. Your Daddy gave it to you, so it must be all right, right?

"My Sire gave me a lot of things," The Nosferatu mused in a voice like a snake slithering over dead grass. "- I learned to delay gratification."

She stated to whoever happened to still be standing near her. She had been beginning to search out old faces but she loved watching Dog. She was quite impressed with his ability to spot that sheathe.

"Mr. Galloway," She spoke quietly, catching Mr. Galloway and perhaps one or two nearest to them. Jennifer stepped beside Mr. Galloway so that he may hear her, ignoring Roderick completely. She was a petite woman and the Southern gentlemen could bypass her with ease. She made no move to touch him.

Jennifer's voice was quiet, calm and had a commanding tone as she spoke.
"- your dear cousin does need some assistance, but you can wait until the authorities call upon you. They may do that." She said reassuringly. Jennifer steps aside, farther from Roderick and any potential chaos. She glances back towards Mr. Galloway, perhaps suggesting he join her. An applicant inserting himself into an embarrassing faux pas that he hadn't committed could impact his chances.

[Martha Villiers]

She managed to sneak a respectful nod to Culler but before much more could be done Martha found her attentions drawn to the sound of Dog's call.

Wondering what could possibly require the attentions of both the Reeve and Dog, her eyes were wide...looking for the threat.

Seeing none immediate, she did, however, notice Asa's approach.

Leaning hard on her cane, Martha dipped a formal curtsy to acknowledge his approach.

"Good evening, Majesty." she offered with great respect.



Asa

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon closes the gap toward Dog and Roderick with Michael Redfill in tow. Acknowledging Roxie's over-the-shoulder glance with a bit of a smirk, he's tempted to compliment her on the dress as he passes by. Wouldn't be the first time he broke up the seriousness of Court by admiring a cousin's fashion sense.

He immediately regrets that line of thought, as it stirred a pang of grief at the absence of Tracy Burns.

Picking up the Regent along the way if she wishes, or politely slipping by with a touch to the back of her arm to excuse himself, Dillon closes in on the two men beyond. He comes to a stop aside and between them. Hazel eyes take in Roderick, a closer look at the astoundingly presentable Dog, and the process of Rod's hand returning something to his jacket.

A tanto of some kind?

"What's going on?"

The words are calm, professional, and delivered to Dog more than Roderick. Domain standing and common blood being what they are.