(1412) Eternal Court XXXIV

[Daniella Sage]

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[Michael Travis]

For the second time since his arrival, the Shadow finds himself at Court. It will be even less pleasant for him this time. There had been a great many changes to his 'situation' since he last visited. Being disowned by the First Estate. Being presented to a beautiful but dangerous woman to be her retainer. The phone call. Michael's mind is in turmoil beneath the facade of impassivity. Still, there is much more to be gained from his second visit. He has a greater focus. And Michael has grown.

Tonight, he wears his favorite faded leather jacket and some simple jeans. Much like the clothes he wore on his first night in the city. Setting his jaw against the rush of new Beasts - and there were many - Michael retains his composure. He wonders when it will get easier for him. When the fear won't hold such power over him. It vaguely registers that his discomfort may be due to more than just the outcry of his Beast. So many Haunts tonight... The first, and easiest to notice was their new Priscus, Mr. Baldwin . A man to whom Michael owed certain... recompense. Then there was a beauty who looked a little 'off'. Not just pale. The wrong color. Finally, Michael's eyes come to rest on two more he had never seen before. It might do some good to show face among some of the fresher Kindred here. They probably haven't formed strong opinions of anyone. Yet.

Venturing closer, the Shadow catches the name Julian from one. He would have to learn the other .

"I hope I'm not intruding... I have not seen either of you before tonight." Michael says, in a voice devoid of inflection and through a distant look - as though looking for something about the two that couldn't be seen. Standing a few feet away from them, hands clasped in front of him like a proper former officer, Michael sizes the two up. One made his Beast cringe. The other, while emitting no Beast, was disconcerting in his own way. The way Nosferatu tend to be. "Michael Travis, of clan Mekhet. First Estate, until only recently. I'm thinking of taking up religion now." Though it might have been taken as a joke, the man did not deliver the last as a punch line.

[Josephine Sterling]

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[Cameron]

Julian flashed an easy grin at the woman in the black and white dress ( Vivian York ). He wasn't sure if the words were complimentary or a veiled criticism, but he made a mental note to find something a tad more modern for his next formal occasion. A nice dark, understated suit, if he could find one. Sometimes it was better to blend in, and well...

When in Rome...

His thoughts were interrupted, for his blood was boiling. What he wanted was hard to put into words, but it was visceral and violent. The first time was always the worst, so many Beasts had him right on edge. He suppressed it as best he could... the fear; the anger. Giving the monster within even an inch of ground was suicide. Not now, not tonight.

None the less, he dragged his features back into a smile as yet another of their kind approached.

"Nice to meet you...Mr Travis?" ( Michael Travis ) he remarked cautiously, unsure of how the Mekhet wanted to be addressed "I was just telling..." he paused, and realised he still didn't know who he had been talking too. He wasn't going to pry, people could tell him as much or as little as they wished "...my companion here that I was new in town". He didn't know how to take the reference to 'taking up religion', or why this man introduced himself as formerly part of the First Estate. It sounded far too much like politics for his liking, and if there was one thing his Requiem has taught him it was that politics could kill.

He nodded, his smile widening a little as Nolan Rhoads indicated their Priscus. The guy looked a little busy, but Julian figured his new friend could read the atmosphere better then he, and certainly didn't need something like that pointed out to him "Ahh, well, thank for you for the warning" Julian remarked with a slight grin "If you wouldn't mind introducing me I'd really appreciate it."

[Edwin Bridges]

The next Beast to enter the room caused the Man to pause, to feel the wave of anger and fear to wash through him. It screamed in his mind, wanting to both fight and flee in equal measure, confused in it's instinct. It took Edwin a few moments to compose himself, an act that took a little time seeing as the Lord was not exactly as poised as others. Sure, he wasn't a gullible sap but these moments needed concentration.

Edwin looked down at his feet, literally grounding himself. A pair of brand new, fresh-out-the-box Air Jordans. They were, without doubt, the most comfortable pair of sneakers he had ever worn and gazing at them just made the thug warm and cozy inside. His jeans were baggy in all the right places and he wore a belt with the most intricate buckle. Something not as new as the sneakers, rather an accessory he had owned for many years. Removing his coat and dropping it off at the appropriate place. A crisp, plain white tee was revealed along with two arms emblazoned with tats.

With a grin, Edwin entered Court and looked around, taking note of who had arrived. Many he knew, some he did not. One in particular the Skaald wanted to see and he was talking with a tattooed cutie. The grin spread to full on Cheshire cat as he headed over.

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