(1806) Fast Court

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Eternal Court

The Nox Populi Nightclub.

In the heart of downtown Sacramento there is a place of intrigue, excitement and entertainment. The modern flare of this venue is host to exclusive parties. The seduction of this establishment may take you away as you drink, dance and socialize. There are private services available upon request. The best DJ’s in town are in line to play a wide variety of music. Some of you may dine…as long as you have your VIP pass.


Astute characters may note the dog eared pamphlets displayed here and there, still quietly proclaiming that the club is "Under New Management".

It is summer and the day is long. The night is short and the club's patrons burn with a frenzy as they squeeze what they may from the shrinking hours of darkness.

However the Kindred arrive they are discreetly met and led to the back of the club. The space downstairs is decorated in dark, rich woods and expensive furniture. There's a coat room that will also hold one's 'unmentionables'; namely, weapons, at the foot of the stairs. There are also private areas, dark, and furnished with soft couches, as well as meeting rooms with conference tables and chairs, and an area with several televisions. The Court area is decorated with long black and red silken drapes cascading from floor to ceiling. Drapes hang in elegant bunches and gathered into valances across door frames and between supporting pillars; the lighting is intentionally low, and even with the gentle pulse of music from above, the place has the feel of a sepulchre.


The common area circles the Court proper, and it becomes apparent that this is not decorated for a single evening. Small symbols note areas for Kindred only that branch off of the Commons, which will be necessary once those Kine privileged enough to see behind the Masquerade filter in: ghouls, herd members, or even devotees.


Another evening; another Danse. For some it will their first, for some it shall be their last. After all, this is the Prince's Elysium, and subject to the Laws of the Domain.

Eternal Court is open once more...

Please remember that Predator's Taint is in effect and role-play is expected, or rolls will be asked for!


This is a great place to get Acknowledged

[Twist]

The official start of summer wasn't for a few weeks yet, but it was California and the heat had the Kine dressing like it had long been declared the hot months. And Twist was more than happy to follow suit in a suede skirt and see through top that garnered plenty of attention as she killed time in the club before court.

Her Beast stirring as one and then another drifted past, heading for Elysium proper, was an indicator it was starting though and removing herself from the small crowd she had gathered, she moved to follow them in.

Despite having felt their brief passing, she steeled her Beast as she slipped past the coat check area and faced fully their presence. Blood. Rent skin. Cracked bones. The demands were sudden and fierce but she maintained her control and stepped closer without killing them, a smile on her face.

"Good evening. I don't believe I've had the pleasure..."

[Takeda Katsumi]

It was always strange to walk through the milling gathering of Kine who so greedily sought a release from the burdens that their lives placed upon them. So strange to pass from that realm of hedonism down into the bowels of Elysium where cold, dead eyes stared and hungry fangs waited behind bloodless lips. It was strange to think that even know, as she tread along the path to hell, she was passing from one realm to another as she strode into the cthonic chamber of Prince's court.

Takeda Katsumi, Reeve of Sacramento, did not pause to stare at the pale blonde whose face showed the ravages of age, nor to gape at the walking anachronism and the legacy of chains and whips that trailed in his wake. She did not pause as the waves of bloodlust began to roll off of them, a tide that roiled and tossed about the skulls and trailing intestines that rose like seaweed from the depths of Jigoku. They might have tread further along the Path to hell than she had, and the demon's soul inside her might have quivered and piteously mewled in fear, but this was not the totality of Katsumi. Her soul was clean and sharp edged, crescent of moonlight amidst the dark of night, and so she simply continued her measured pace towards the Duchess of Sacramento.

Takeda bowed, the black cardigan sweeping with the gesture before she rose and addressed the ruler of her Covenant.

"Good evening, most honorable Alder Twist, Duchess of Sacramento. Might I assist you, your Grace, in greeting these...guests?"

The Reeve's eyes paused upon each new comer, the weight of her own bloodlust alive in her dark eyes. And, should any wish her killing intent put to the test, her Soul and her Killing Sword hung, hidden by the eons of darkness and charnal pits that dwelled within her Blood.

  Hidden Daisho

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-06-09 10:21:30		[02] Takeda rolls 6 to Hidden Daisho (touch of Shadows) (10 Again)		4, 8, 4, 2, 3, 10, 6		2 successes
2018-06-09 10:21:30		[01] Takeda rolls 6 to Hidden Daisho (touch of Shadows) (10 Again)		9, 10, 1, 10, 1, 2, 3, 5		3 successes

[Mable Wood]

The heat of the daytime sun still warmed the night air which floated in through an open window. Mable chewed on a finger nail as she looked at her clothing. She opted for a sunny yellow romper with black strappy high heeled sandals. She pulled her hair into a pony tail and headed for court.

She flashed a sweet smile to the doorman and floated on into the building. Once she had made her way down stairs she paused, seemingly to take in the grand room. Mabel's beast pulled even harder than usual due to new faces and beasts who had found their way here. The growl in her ears was harsh and raspy. Begging to be let loose and kill. Mabel held her sweet sunny smile in place as she battled her instincts. Once beast was calmed she entered the room being careful too observe before she engaged with others.

She looked around for the Prince. Once locating her, Mable gave her a nod and slight head bow of respect. The Reeves and Twist seemed to be greeting the new faces so Mabel decided to watch and see which clans they belonged too. Perhaps she would get some fresh blood for her own clan.

[Lawrence Taft]

The roar and surge of dark, primal instincts wash over Taft as he enters Court once more. A new presence among them challenges him, begging the spider to attack and kill. To drive off this intruder or end her curse forever. Their curse by it's very nature makes coexistence difficult, but the Beast within makes this territorial urge manifest physiologically. This is, for all intents and purposes, the Danse. Existing alongside others who represent threats to one's unlife and competition over food. All under the guise of civility. Placate the strong, dominate the weak. But intelligence allows for a more complicated Danse - one not simplified to mere survival. A give and take that can overcome the monotony of the endless nights of the undying. For Taft... there is always a greater purpose in attending Court.

So as the intense, freshly shaven Man overcomes the Beast, his eyes seek out whom he might share a Danse with.

The southern gentleman returns to Court. An outspoken one, to be sure - if the previous Court was any indication. Mouthpieces have their uses, if their wits are sharp.

The rival woman - the newcomer - seems to wear receptiveness like a mask. Clan and Covenant are a mystery, for now, but Taft would certainly be checking on her as the conversations make their rounds.

Taft dips his head in respect at the passing of Sacramento's Duchess , though he doesn't impede her path to make introductions to the newcomer. Twist had spurned Taft's desires before, and likely viewed him with an air of suspicion. Speak when spoken to, with this one.

And then the contradiction manifests. A threat of death, coiled like a snake into a smaller, less intimidating form. Weak of blood, but ever so skilled at spilling it. Sacramento's Reeve moves quickly to assist the Duchess, and Taft pauses in his own wake. Better to let the affair of receiving another hungry mouth play out. He would seek her later. He offers her only a brief "Madam Reeve." as she passes.

So at last, dark unblinking eyes rest on the mouthpiece. The southern gentleman. Incubus of an insufferably long title. "I don't believe we have spoken before. I am Lawrence Taft, Priscus of Shadows. How are you finding your stay?"

[Clara E. Verne]

Court: a collection of the best liars, killers, and thieves that rule the Sacramento night. The Nox was usually avoided but tonight it couldn't be helped. The woman in the white dress with blooming pink flowers hopped off the stairs and took a step into Elysium. Slip-on sneakers adorned white ankle high white socks took step after step as the Beast and the specter of frenzy twisted in Clara's gut. This is why Court sucks. Every face is a reminder of the Beast that rides shotgun all our nights.

She skirted around the congregating predators and took a seat on a sofa in the common room, surrounded by neonates and ghouls gossiping about the vampires in attendance; apart but not separated from the Court. A post to learn titles and put names to faces. The Daeva leaned back into her couch and turned her head to watch the formal Court with a look of practiced apathy. Her ears and eyes focused in on conversation after conversation more out habit than actual interest.