Hurm
Jayant looks slightly bewildered as the Oracle apparently ignored him. Perhaps it was a slip of the mind.
Know your place, Nagaraj.
And so he steps back to the shadows and simply observes.
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Hurm
Jayant looks slightly bewildered as the Oracle apparently ignored him. Perhaps it was a slip of the mind.
Know your place, Nagaraj.
And so he steps back to the shadows and simply observes.
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Ishani steps away from Twist and Asa and makes her way over to where Jayant is attempting to become one with the wall. She smiles and stands next to him, looking around the room at all of the kindred meandering about.
"I think you did a great job with the memorium, it looks wonderful. Where did you find their old things? Were they still around here?"
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Jayant gives Ishani a beaming smile and bows. If he could blush, he would be as red as the very source he fed upon.
"Thank you, Harpy Naetesh, it was all your idea mind." He looks at the memoriam and nods. "Yes, I found them in their rooms, covered in dust and..." Jayant almost said ash but bit back the word, remembering how much it still hurt to think of the Lost Nights. Instead, he looks at Ishani and changes the subject.
"I must say, you look radiant this evening, a gem of the court."
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Now it is Ishani's turn to look embarrassed. "Thank you." She looks him over with a smile. "You don't look half bad yourself. Nice jacket. Will you be performing tonight? Or are you going to claim you don't have any musical talent." She says chiding.
Her face becomes a bit more serious. "I was wondering when the next time the Grim Hand would be meeting actually. I think it is time to get this coterie into full swing, don't you?"
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"I make no promises," She says to Max only half joking, making eye contact with him.
Elanah bows to the Priscus of the Savages and makes her way around the room. Elanah admires the artwork and carvings. She looks to the Lady and sees that she is mingling. Elanah makes her way over toward Ishani waits for her to become available. I know better then to interrupt. She thinks to herself.
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Asa gestures to Portman and Vic to close the doors.
Making his way over to the Hierophant, he politely interrupts her conversation with Gideon.
"My apologies, Oracle. Keeper, I thought we would let everyone enjoy themselves and the performances before getting to official business, so the itinerary is in your hands," he said, before making his way back to Twist.
Seeing the few he might be interested in talking to already occupied, he and the Viscount began to make the rounds, observing the artwork.
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As the doors close Arnold makes another scan of the room. After a quick head count of the present Nosferatu he frowns, not seeing the Carthian, Taylor McCoy, amongst them.
Most displeasing. The little hermaphrodite better have an excellent reason for missing this tonight.
John took the question in for a second. [COLOR="Red"]"Why Ms. Victoria I was born here. My families home still stands, although it's seen much better days. I recently needed to leave my former city, so why not return home."[/COLOR] Jonathan can't help but give off a bit of shame, when he mentions having to leave his old city.
Is that the prince?
Nathanael watches, from a distance, as the young man begins to check out the art displays.
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*Max notices Asa moves to begin examining the art works. Faced with the prospect of having to stay one step ahead of the Prince and his entourage, Max decides the other side of the room is suddenly very interesting. Crossing across the floor, he's careful to take a quick look around at the gathered Kindred. A pretty good showing; but a damned lot of vampires to memorize. He settles for a secluded nook off to the side, taking a moment to collect his thoughts.
He keeps an eye out for other Dragons, having still not made contact with the local chapter; cursing himself for losing the small signet ring he usually wore to such occasions. It was usually some such small sign the Ordo used to signal each other to their membership. He'd just have to keep a better look out for any such clues tonight.
Everyone seemed engaged in conversation. Everyone he needed to talk to anyway. He lifts his hat, running his fingers through his hair as he steady his nerves. * I hate Court. Too much like Christmas with the family... *He mutters to himself, rejoining the crowd of Kindred; hoping Elanah has better luck with the Priscus as she waits patiently.*
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