(1001) January Court

[Jayant Nagaraj]

Arriving much later than he wanted, Jayant had spent a little time thanking the Dark Mother at the Old Crone temple, his renewed faith filling his heart and soul with nothing but devotion and duty.

And yet he was late, forcing the Hierophant to arrive alone. The old, pre-vision Naga would have begun a self-deprecating chain of thoughts which threatened to ruin his evening. Now, he just laughed it off as a strange twist of events. Being late had meant being jumped by two would-be thieves and having to defend himself in such a manner that meant he could also feed from thier unconcious states.

It was all most satisfactory.

Slipping into court and feeling his Naga hiss at all the Beasts around him, Jayant had steeled himself previously. Besides, he wasn't going to let his would be rivals spoil his evening. Wearing the same jacket he wore to the previous court, Jayant felt comfortable in his attire that included black pants and the slip-on-shoes-which-squeaked.

Moving besides Circe, he gives her a respectful bow.

"My apologies for being tardy, Hierophant, I had an unexpected delay." He tries not to smirk at the taste of his attacker's blood.

[West]

Asa Clarke | SL 2 | BP4
Ishani Naetesh | SL 4 | BP4

Asa and Ishani arrive; knowing the theme, and dressed... appropriately. Asa is neatly dressed in a crisp white suit, with a a gold tie and pocket square, and a gold watch.; Ishani wears an iridescent blue-green dress accented by a sunburst brooch. Asa enters, smiling, his outfit a sharp contrast to the others, and the Millarr womens' dresses a subtle statement as well.

Asa motions for the doors to be closed, moving slowly towards the throne. He understands, and appreciates his sister's symbolism...

...and decides to complement the effect. Some might be angered; but he was the Prince. If the Invictus, and Twist, wanted to celebrate power, he would honor their wish.
With a smile at Ishani, he reached the platform and ascended it, drawing upon the power of his Blood.

"Attend me," he spoke, capturing the audience, his Blood surging beyond his expectations to show them his power.

Holy SHIT

2010-01-28 14:42:28
Asa Clarke rolls 13 to Awe: Pre+Exp+Maj +3 Mod -4 Mod (10 Again, WillPower)
2, 8, 7, 1, 1, 10, 8, 8, 8, 9, 7, 9, 8, 10, 5
9 successes

[Twist]

Twist stood just inside and to the right of the second door of the Court. The black dress Regina had had delivered to her theater was a beautiful fit and it's soft material was pleasant against her skin. And although the dress alone would have flattered her figure alone, the addition of a cinching her waist made sure it was apparant that although petite, she still had curves. The sash was made of a iridescent blue-green material. A few other additions completed the outfit enough to make her still one with the Invictus and yet still stand alone as herself. A silver sunburst pin to hold the sash together. A scattering of tiny blue swarvoski crystals sewn in with the clear/silver ones that came on the dress already. And a mask. A beautiful silver mask inlaid with blue saphires.

Twist's Additions

Seeing Shadow approach she smiled in greeting and dipped her head a fraction. "Good evening. I am glad you approve- I am quite pleased with how it turned out myself."

Just past Shadow's shoulder Twist saw Asa and Ishani enter. A smile that spoke volumes lit up her face for a brief second and she made a subtle motion to indicate to Shadow that the Prince had arrived.

[Shadow]

Shadow turns to give the Prince and Harpy her attention as they arrive. She steps aside to stand next to Twist rather then block her view of Sacramento's lord. When Asa demands attention, her eyes are already locked onto him and a slow smile spreads across her face.

[BloodiedClaws]

Sebastian, all proper, turns to Victoria and smiles at her. He nods his head in greeting to the Invictus woman, internally wondering where her faith lay, if anywhere. He mulled his thoughts in his mind for a moment, but decided against asking her where her piety stood. "It is a pleasure to meet you Madam Stamford." He says, formally.

"The Unconquered have done a magnificent jo....." He trails off as the Prince makes his statement. Eyes lock on the powerful man, and he cannot help but lower his gaze in respect to him. His Beast rankles in fear, but to act on that fear would simply be disrespectful to him, an insult. He reigns his Beast in, damning it into the shackles where it belonged and stands as a statue, posture perfect as he watches the Prince with rapt attention.

[Yog-Sothoth]

Victoria

Victoria smiled warmly and nodded at Madison for the kind words and introduction. She turned her attention to Sebastian as he spoke and give him a less warm but certainly friendly smile.

She noticed the Prince and Harpy enter the room and knew they would likely not have much time. Victoria was a little disappointed when Asa arrived because he lacked that magnetism he had shown at the New Years Eve event just like he lacked it when he walked in on Ishani and Victoria at the Asylum. Because of the structure of the previous court she expected to have a time to mingle before the event, yet he closed the door as he entered and instantly went for the dais.

Turning her attention to the dais when Sebastian did, Victoria heard the Prince call attention to him. She felt anger for a brief instant at the sudden feelings of Awe that her brain told her was due to the Prince using his power on all the Kindred present. However, this Anger quickly disappeared the moment she felt it and was replaced by a reverence directed at the man on the thrown. She stood waiting Asa's instruction, because right now Asa was the sun to her solar system.

Dirge

When the Hierophant greeted her upon entering Dirge smiled and said a word of greeting in return. She did not wish to bother the Hierophant with her presence and was certain that the woman had far more important and interesting things to do and people to meet with than a poor, blind Nosferatu.

Dirge didn't need the herald at the door to inform her when the Prince had entered because conversations quieted down dramatically when he did. She looked toward the sound of the Prince's voice, unable to see him she was still struck suddenly by his charismatic pull and stood awestruck. Her mind was filled with her memory of the man she met in the dream, the striking, powerful, and commanding presence when she met him there. She imagined him at that moment even more amazing and powerful then even then.

[Konstantin Malevich]

Konstantin turns toward the Prince, as do Circe, Moray, Sofia and Jessi. Jessi smiles, her eyes widening, at the display of the Prince's power. Moray shudders, but continues looking at the Prince, entranced.

[Heathcliff Staley]

"Yes, Deputy, of course," Heathcliff says simply, glossing over his earlier faux pas. Damn, how his nerves distracted him on these occasions. "Hello, Sebastian," he says to the Kindred whom shares his Sire's name.

Before he can continue the conversation, his Regent arrives. Dressed impeccably, as always. What a guy. Heathcliff's dead eyes already give him their full attention before the Prince invokes his power. After, it's all the meek civil servant can do to not blatantly stare. He'd find some aid in that endeavor, however, from the beautiful women in attendance. "Oh, excuse me," the Seneschal tells the Exorcist before making his way toward two.

"Oh, hello, Hound Twist," he says in a voice full of grave-mud. "It is good to see you again. You have done a marvelous job with the decor, I must say." Unable to help himself, he adds, "Doesn't the Prince look smashing this evening?" He glances at his Regent before introducing himself to her conversation partner. "I don't believe we've met, young lady. I am Seneschal Staley."