(1408) Court XXXI Super Heroes & Villains
(1408) Court XXXI Super Heroes & Villains
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His conversation with the two recently arrived Kindred over, Max moves away from the perimeter of the Court towards the center. Since the two women he needed to talk to were currently engaged, he keeps himself busy by studying the various projections that dot the theater's walls.
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Vivian had graciously taken Max’s card and thanked him before he walked away and said her departure to Notaku as well. Don’t worry Maxie, I’ll be paying you a call.
Curses, I forgot to ask him for another number… Which should have been on her list of priorities for the evening. The Succubus tucked the card with the Shadow’s number up beneath the shoulder of her spandex suit. There was no room in her cleavage with her ID on one side and cash on the other.
The Daeva had been watching Chris Wooding , still baffled about his first name. It would come in time she supposed. Her eyes fell on the guy next to him Edwin Bridges in the suit with the “S” beneath it. And having found out someone was far more important than she’d realized at first, Vivian made sure to steer clear of that side of the room.
Currently, she was content to observe the on goings of the evening. They had proved to be enticing even at a distance.
After max Heinz and the comely succubus, Vivian York, took their leave of Notaku his focus somewhat dwindled. While the gathering so far had been educational at best, the Gangrel was still not comfortable with socializing in this sort of setting. Rather than attempt to butt in on another's conversation, he simply made his way to a quiet corner and took a seat, electing to quietly observe the ebb and flow of the courtiers' interactions.
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Hildegarde drifts through the Court. Eventually, it appears that the Lord might be moving to join Max Heinz in his contemplations. She doesn't quite get there, however, pausing just short as another distraction calls her attention. Her whole body stiffens into a pose as she watches the blindfolded Kindred. Penelope Rebane LittleFox
At first, her doll-like visage maintains its composure. Slowly though, a smile is beginning to tease the corners of her mouth...
With a ceremonial steadying breath, the woman began to walk again.
She moved slowly at first, trying to keep straight, trying to regain confidence. After a few hesitant steps, she became reasonably confident that she was not about to hit a table or a person again just yet, and walked a little more upright and with confidence. At some point she deviated and bumped her leg on a chair. She winced, an action hidden by the blessed blindfold, and gently shifted it under its table, turning just slightly away once more. I will overcome...
The inner words of encouragement, rather than insulting herself again, seemed to be all she needed, when accompanied with the comfort of knowing that the kindred she had come to meet recently would in fact help her when she was failing, even at court. All of these things gave her the resolve to focus herself and catch that fleeting sound of Martha's voice as she drew near. The last few steps were slightly quickened with her excitement, and then she stopped dead, possibly a little farther away from Martha's group than she had intended, and she clasped her hands in front of her in the most polite way she could muster. She steeled herself and spoke much louder than she normally did, which was only slightly above normal 'indoor voice' for most, as it turned out.
"Please excuse me if I am interrupting, Seneschal Villiers, but I have an errand I would appreciate your help with, very much."
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Penelope Joins Marta etc. here
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Chris is only one step away from the beautiful Vivian York. Now he's "talking" with superman and... whatever Blake Flint is dressed as, but it's not going so smoothly.
So he takes that step.
'Miss Vivian York , I see you're still enriching our Domain with your stunning presence. Would you be so kind to let me introduce you to these fine gentlemen? They don't know it yet, but they're dying to meet you.' That said, he turns back to Blake and Edwin, hoping that the delightful Daeva will follow him.
Vivian had been contently observing the Domain residents and their costumes when suddenly snatched away by the Wooding man.
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"I understand, Miss." Martha offers politely to Penelope
Still holding Penny's hands, Martha turns to Zach, Juan, The Envoy Thad and Batgirl and, with obvious regret, offers, "Your Excellency, gentlemen, please excuse me, I must to my Official Duties! Miss Penelope, please accompany me and stay close... Hold my hand. Let us try to approach His Grace, with great deference. Once we are close, I shall squeeze your hand thrice in quick succession so we may synchronize our curtsy!" she smiles and chirps and, with a nod of respect again to the Envoy, she nods to the other Kindred close by and begins to hobble and limp heavily over towards Asa.
Hoping she doesn't incur his wrath in any way... at all...
Martha makes her way through the crowd. Taking extreme care to lead Penny with grace and a sensible pace.
As she approached the quartet of Thomas, Jospehine, Velma and, of course @Asa Martha took equal care to slow and make herself visible to Asa, offering a smile of greeting and hoping, somehow, to signal to him with a smile and nod, that she hoped to have his attention at his convenience.
With the pressure of doing this Right, Martha had no time to sneak a glance to Velma's scarlet latex sheathed legs and shoes.
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Her mouth twists. Hildegarde sighs. She continues on her way, joining Max Heinz as he contemplates the flickering screens. For the moment, the Lord stays silent and still. As she stands, her body stiffens into a more contemplative pose, right hand bought up to rest under her chin.
She doesn't notice.
Mykel Max Heinz
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Asa's walked slowly, arcing back into Court. His eyes tracked several faces; first Marth, then Daniella, before settling on Gunnar. As he walked, he stirred the cold, dead Blood within him, quickening it to fortify and strengthen his body. The eyes that found each of the Keepers were cold and considering before they narrowed slightly on the giant Crone.
One of the Keepers had read the man -- and completely dismissed the notion that they should notify him.
However. Velma Star could be lying. Whatever most of the members of the Domain thought they knew about her ascension, very few knew how the current Harpy had caught his eye. And so he chose to verify the matter for himself. Ishani Naetesh had been the premier Mekhet of Sacramento for a quarter century -- he'd learned more than just how to find her in the dark.
Diablerie.
The Amaranth was a beautiful word, perhaps for polite company. A euphemism. It was difficult to not react. A baring of the fangs. A recoil. Something. To end a Requiem was on thing -- to consume it, another. He wasn't naive enough to think that it wasn't done, and probably far more than anyone suspected, but one only had to consider draughr to understand where that path led.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, his voice loud and clear.
He paused a moment to let the conversations die down.
"Thank you for for attending Court and participating in the theme of the evening. I only have one announcement for this Court, to bring the evening to a close."
Asa smiled.
"As Prince of the Domain, I hereby and immediately call the Bloodhunt on Gunnar Haroldson for the crime of Diablerie."
Gunnar Is A Bad Man
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