(1005) Avalon Underground

[Regina Pia]

Regina, feeling quite happy tonight, especially after so many good things, has gone very very liberal in dress, going so far as to show her shoulders

dress

The screaming and shouting, the cacophony of anger and fear, the violent shaking of her insides reminded her that she was not some courtier in her father's kingdom. She was a damned soul, with her own personal demon trying to embarass and shame her clawing at the tatters of her soul.
It was nearly enough to kill her pleasant mood for the evening.
But she had not suffered through decades of courts, decades of struggles and failure and false hope, to be deterred.

She greats Scars Harlequin, giving the woman a polite nod, and noting her tomboyish attire. "Good Eve, Dame Harlequin."

[Jayant Nagaraj]

"Good evening, Harpy Stamford," Jayant says with a bow, before standing straight, smiling. "I must say you look rather splendid."

As Markos arrives, he gives the man a nod but keeps the smile. "I am very well, thanks you Deputy Connelly, and yourself?"

Do try to forget the library, Jayant informs himself. We all have our stumbles.

But it wasn't until Ishani arrives that Jayant looked enraptured, the bond created at the last court not dulling at all. He had been stupid to actually believe that by avoiding the Royal Hound, the infatuation would dimmer like a dying star.

However, it seems to be exploding once again and, once again, Jayant was thankful he was already dead as he bowed to her, hiding his face.

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Charlie

When Jayant bows to Ishani that he turns to Markos and asks "How's it goin brotha? Long time no see eh?"

Michael

Once inside, Michael realizes he had forgotten to take off his mask and does so immediately, last thing he wanted was another scolding from the Seneschal, or worse, the Prince

(BP 2)

[Premsyl]

Arnold Culler arrives to the newly refurbished Avalon, descending into the Prince's Court. Looking around he is pleased to see what had become of the place he had been manager of only half a year since. It resembled, somewhat, a traditional feudal court but with dark and modern motivations and he felt that it suited the situation perfectly.

Arnold had dressed for the theme by wearing a black suit with a sweeping dark purple cape. He wears a stovepipe top hat, rather than his usual fedora, and carries a long black cane, suited to his height and topped with a metal skull engraved with an 'A'.

Suit and Cape

Hat

Cane

Naturally, beneath the coat he kept his usual assortment of blades and stakes, and unlike many he did not have to check his bandolier at the door.

Accompanying Arnold is only his ghoul Gary, dressed in a simple white shirt with black slacks and vest. His normally spiked hair has been slicked back and his facial hair shaven into a clean looking mustache and goatee. He follows Arnold closely, silent but always looking around. It was his first time in the presence of so many Kindred and he was astonished at the Danse going on around him.

As he enters he stops at the threshold, stoically allowing his Beast to roar at its shackles, demanding blood, battle, and satisfaction. With the recent disposal of the Hierophant and the departure of Mother Superior he was somewhat pleased not to miss the sensation of having to flee for one's unlife.

Arnold smiles when he sees the Prince's attire, or nearly lack thereof, he felt that it showed a less formal side of the Ventrue that most in the city likely thought did not exist. Walking over to where he stood with talking with O-Yama, Shadow, and one other man who he did not know he bows to the Prince, removing the hat and sweeping the cape to its full effect as he does so. "Good evening, Your Majesty. You have furnished a most impressive Court." He rises, then turns to nod to Shadow "Oracle." and to O-Yama "Mister Hatori, thank you for handling that bit of Sheriff business in my absence. That seems to be the trend with you and I, doesn't it, my friend? When one of us can't make it they send the other instead."

Arnold laughs, referring, of course, to the time when Arnold had been 'forced' to assume the Priscus position, a position he now held officially.

[O-Yama]

O-Yama looks at Clarke, giving a bow to him. "Lord, shrubs and cats...," He attempts to remain serious, but his tone grows light. "That would simply be uncalled for." He says, a small laugh coming from him.

As Culler arrives and approaches them, he nods to the man, giving his fellow Nosferatu a curt bow. "Good eve Lord Priscus Reeve Culler." He remains silent, face having no emotion. "I simply was doing my duty my friend. It does seem we switch back and forth in positions." He says, leaving that the position of Priscus should be his unsaid. He finally smiles once more. "It is good that your ordeal with the blade was handled quickly and you were not out of your position for long." He says warmly.

[Frost]

Shadow

O-Yama can see the relief in Shadow's eyes as he comes in and stands by her. She has an urge to lean against him but resists, knowing it would show a level of weakness she cannot afford in the company of so many other kindred. Still, having him near makes her feel a lot more secure.

She bows deeply to the Prince as he approaches, a sapphire and silver collar carching the light as she moves. "Good evening Prince Clarke. It is good to see you well."

She also gives the Reeve a bow of respect as he comes closer. "Lord Priscus Reeve Culler, I am glad to see that you have recovered from your most recent adventure."

Ishani

Ishani looks around the main room again taking in the statues, vases, and other items that seem to give the area just the right touch to depict a theme without making the room seem cluttered and uncomfortable. "No, I do not think that will be necessary, althogh I appreciate the offer and I am sure Prince Clarke would as well. However, as soon as he decides on a standing theme I might require your assistence to get it set up properly."

She turns back to look at Victoria. "Lady Viscount Twist is teaching me the nuances of tasteful decor, but it always helps to have someone else who knows what they are doing."