(1603) The Seneschal and the Doll

[Alice Hart]

Alice allows the the Priscus and the Seneschal to speak, they're planning for later, speaking not as Priscus and Seneschal, but as Bishop and Acolyte(?) leaving Alice feeling more like her interrupting wouldn't be a welcome thing.

Instead the albino haunt casts her unreal amethysts about the room, taking note of those new faces - ice slithering up her spine, the wraith coiling and twisting within - and those that seems to be fascinated(?) by the white-white of her person. 'Maybe wearing eye catching colors was a bad thing...' Alice thinks with a touch of irony, knowing that she was wearing pale intimations of color.

[Kenneth Gilroy]

Kenneth considered. It was strange she’d suggest the Asylum and then say to choose another location instead of another time. Was this a test of some kind to see where he would pick? Then why not offer that at the very beginning? Well, she had but he had declined. It was more than a little frustrating.

Very well, if she was willing to give up the comfort and familiarity of where she worked, then he would take her up on that.

“I don’t believe you’ve been to the Necropolis. Miss Hart has been hard at work improving it. I'm sure she would like to have her talent appreciated by someone other than the men in her family,” he said giving a thin lipped smile to the pale wraith. He had noticed the rapid change taking place in the underground kingdom and this was letting her know he had. Still not finished but that would be fine. Show Katya the unfinished product and the final would be that much more impressive and letting the Seneschal know it had been Alice's determination that had brought it about. Strengthen the individual and the clan would get stronger. He'd just have to get Harding back to see it later. "Would that be amenable?"

The approach of David brought about a sudden hunching of shoulders and back into a bow.

"Priscus Regan. Good to see you are well tonight." If that didn't let Alice know who the scarecrow was, nothing would.

[Alessandra]

Her head nods as she listens, “An excellent point. Guess I’m so used to being on my own that I forget about those who only want to help.” It was hard to trust Kindred who offered aid. What did they want? What was in it for them? Or perhaps it was her time in the Mafia always having to be on guard. Someone was always trying to take you out and take your seat of power.

“Great! I’ll give you my phone number, just let me know.” Perhaps it was time to look at aligning herself with a group. What group it would be, she didn’t know. But, she had an open mind.

“Acat?” she repeats, which she is sure doesn’t sound right with her accent. “Really?! A god who is ok with tattoos? Now that’s type of God!” she says with a laugh. “Sure, I’m always willing to explain my art to those who are curious.”

As they got closer to Katya’s small gathering, more Kindred joined. One she knew, David, the other, no so familiar. But thankfully, they both seemed to have their inner creatures masked. Oh how that made nights easier!

It seemed smart to stop just outside the gathering and let Katya, the highest ranking Kindred in the group, acknowledge her and David.

[David Silver]

"I'm glad to hear you considering the joy and wisdom that comes from companions. Existence is far too lonely as it is.". He had the Goddess, merciless and omnipresent, generous and wise. And soon he would have a circle.
He nods, giving her cell number as well.

As they approach the others, his beast one again drives him to fight. The seneschal is no stronger than he. He should strike her down, destroy her. He can take her.
David closed his eyes for a moment, letting the darkness of the Goddess cool the rage within him. He will not attack a fellow aoclyte. He will not harm her.

Staying back from the main group until he is acknowledged, David turns back to his conversation partner.
"Not just OK with them." He chuckled for a little bit, not a cutting laugh, but warm "but she actively demands them of her worshippers. I will speak with you more about her sometime, she is not a deity I am very familior with. I will have to research of her rites."
"Which is one that you are particularly proud of?" he asks indicating her tattoos.

[Alice Hart]

Once again thankful that she hadn't counterfeited life, for she would be as red as a tomato at the Priscus' praise. She'd just hoped that her bumbling efforts hadn't bothered the man, but as it looked like the opposite was true, Alice allowed a pleased (too-too wide, too fake) smile appear on her porcelain features.

Then their small bubble is popped by the presences of others, two thankfully masked. The tattoo'ed beauty makes the Wraith coil and pull one way, she should flee, and the scruffy man has the Wraith's freezing touch pull the other way. She could take him, rend him limb from limb an-Alice closes her eyes, and takes a breath. She knows that it is a tell. She knows that the others will see it as a sign of her youth, and weakness but she needs that quiet moment to center herself.

Alice's strings slacken, as she brings her head down in greeting, then are sharply drawn taunt when her head raises. "Priscus Regan." she greats, while her gemstone eyes flick over to Jacob, then over to the Gangrel Whip "Hello again Alessandra." and then to her unnamed companion.

[Alessandra]

Seeing the gesture from Katya, Ale smiles and bows her head. She knew they were there and they simply had to wait their turn, that was ok.

Looking back to David, who she found to be really enjoyable to talk with.

At his offer to look into the God/Deity, "That would be great! I would love to know more about her. I can find my way around the internet pretty good, but that's about it. And I would have no idea where to even start." books and libraries had never really been her thing.

She considers his question, her mind going over each inch of her body. "That's not an easy one to answer." she says with a chuckle. "But picking one," she says, "would have to be the portrait of my mother I have on my shoulder. We didn't always get along, but I learned a lot from her. The tattoo was a way of her always watching over me."

When the pale wraith addressed her, she offered a friendly smile, "Hi Alice! I see we didn't end up too far from each other." she jokes.

"This is Mr David Silver, he's recently returned. And this is Miss Alice Hart. I've only met both of you tonight, so if I've forgotten a title or anything, forgive me."