Wyatt smiles. Lowering his voice "I am looking for the seneshal. I am new in town and need to see him. I was hoping to see him tonight before everyone arrived but he is a busy man."
Court: War of the Haunts
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Wyatt smiles. Lowering his voice "I am looking for the seneshal. I am new in town and need to see him. I was hoping to see him tonight before everyone arrived but he is a busy man."
Dwight wandered into Elysium wearing what finery he could muster, a nice white suit hung from his mild frame, the snow white bringing out the blue of his eyes and the shine of his hair. He had originally thought to go for a black suit or a street fashion look, but in the end it seemed it was only fit to wear something ‘elegant’ to an event where the Invictus and Ordo controlled things.
The area leading into court was filled with a few kindred, many that Dwight didn’t recognize and that his beast took offense to their presence. A spike of anger caught him for a moment on the stairs before he regained composure.
A smile quickly took hold as he noticed Ciara and Michael. Dwight quickened his pace to move forward and hope some introductions were in order. “Why hello Ms Maskelyne, How do your evening’s fair so far? Looks like there is a surprise for this evening?”
Outfit
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Arn Giessen
Blood Potency ••
with Michael Hall
Arn would be more than happy to be filled in and caught up... by carrier pigeon. Or perhaps he was trying to bait him into suggesting they round the corner and speak privately in one of the rooms where Michael could commit the Amaranth in relative peace, undisturbed.
No, he was not a naive neonate.
"That sounds like a good idea, after Court," he agreed. After Court, in Elysium. "It's good that you've been keeping busy, and with endeavors that will gain you favor. Who have you been working with?"
More like, what other degenerate monster have you chosen to ally and commit foul deeds with? Who must poor Arnoud watch for behind him whenever this one was in front?
Ishani Naetesh
Striking Looks •• (Graceful)
Mask of Tranquility
with Arnold, Ciara, Erika, and Dwight
Ishani turns to include Ciara in the conversation, smiling.
"Good evening, Keeper Maskelyne, have you met Erika Brady? She's been a bit reclusive lately, but was once very active as the Seneschal, then Harpy."
As Arnold approaches, she smiles and dips her head. As the former Sheriff, she can't help but dislike the murmurs she's heard, but she also knows that the man has always been a loyal supporter.
"Why thank you, Reeve. It's actually quite refreshing to not be drowning in lace and ruffles," Ishani says with a grin, and pats her midriff. "And to be able to breathe."
"You look quite nice yourself."
Erika Brady
Striking Looks •• (Green-eyed Irish redhead)
Mask of Tranquility
with Arnold, Ciara, Ishani, and Dwight
"A pleasure," Erika says softly, holding out a hand to Ciara. The green eyes fix on Ciara's face, studying it, searching for origins. "Erika Brady, of the Mekhet."
"Reeve Culler," she acknowledges Arnold, then smiles slightly. "Don't you know what a mistake it is to only compliment one woman in front of others? Tsk, tsk."
An innocent comment? Or a former Harpy letting Arnold know she knew he was under assault?
Dog
Blood Potency ••••
with Roxie Hart
An unfamiliar face descends the stairs, hunched slightly like an animal coiled to lash out at whatever lies in the depths of the unknown it's currently exploring.
Or rather, a familiar face, unusually well groomed. For all the feathered bangs, it was still Dog. A pause at the bottom of the stairs, nodding to the group there. A slight twitch of the lips as the urge to bare fangs at the small, pretty one with strong Blood. Eyes linger on Erika briefly before dropping down to her legs and then sweeping away; a silent inside joke.
"Yer honorables," he says gruffly, before moving on.
There's no hesitation, or deviation as he moves on, homing in on Roxie like a hunter; or like an animal that smells a familiar scent... or feels a familiar Beast. He moves in close, side to side, coming to stop with his arm against hers, like an animal leaning against a sibling or packmate in silent, comfortable companionship.
"Hey kiddo. How's it?"
He knew she like this shit as much as he did... less, as a matter of fact.
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Michael is surprised by this question as it was a who rather than what question, Who was good and who was bad to mention? "Much of my work has been through the Senechal." he says "Although really it's a matter of him asking me to do recon on things to which I report and not so much being out in the field. Occasionally I've met with the Keeper of Elysium as well. I try to keep who I work with small as it's more manageable but I'm sure you'd understand that."
Mention her last to assure him my ties are still closer with the Movement.
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Arnold nods at Ishani's compliment "Thank you. I received this suit as a gift from Mr. Michael Samuels before he left town. I'm sure you remember the Carthians' last court."
Looking back to Erika he smiles despite himself at her chiding, while simultaneously wondering what she meant by it.
"Ah, but when I said it was refreshing to see you again I was referring to your striking appearance. I suppose, though, that the methods by which I interact with women are arguably in need of adjustment."
In all honesty, the sight of beauty had begun to somewhat sicken Arnold. Gorgeous creatures using physical attractiveness to climb social ladders with questionable speed and fluidity. or as tools to up-end those who might crave the attention of such creatures
Why did I ever believe such a person would ever see something in a monster like me?
Well, whatever tonight's outcome, that would never happen again.
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"I am Seneschal Staley," Heathcliff tells the new arrival. "I agree, we seem to have some time before Court proper begins. I will meet with you now." The only questions Heathcliff wanted to ask Arnoud weren't for public ears, and he was happy for the distraction from his confusion that this Kindred provided him. Heathcliff unlocks his office, steps inside, takes a seat behind the desk and gestures for the other man to take one of the seats in front. It is an impressive office, a beautifully finished wooden desk, bookshelves full of impressive looking tomes behind him, and hung on the wall, the Laws of the Prince.
"So, tell me about yourself," Heathcliff says, withdrawing his clipboard and ball-point pen from the drawer and placing it in front of him. "Your name, your Sire, your place of previous residence, the reason you've come to Sacramento, your plans while here," he drones off in a permanently nasal voice, as though reading a list, though he's memorized his line of questioning long ago.
Conner Greyson, Clan Mekhet, BP2, Mask of Tranquility is Lowered
Conner Made his way inside the court. He was dressed in a gray worn trench coat and a drab gray suit. He was unassuming as always. Walking down the street he looked a business man or a teacher, maybe a banker. Few people would know how absolutely lethal he was. As Conner walked to the coat check he simply removed his Trench and handed it over. Most of his weapons were inside of it. Most of course being not all. He took a knife sheath on each forearm and one from the small of his back.
Once Conner was unarmed he made his way around the room. There were several new faces. One he recognized from the Acknowledgment court but he did not know her name. Wait she was the Seneschal at the time, Brady. Ms. Erika Brady. Conner remembered her. They had never been officially introduced but he knew her name, and recognized those Striking Green Eyes.
Conner saw that she was talking to the Reeve, Dwight and Hound Naetesh and decided to make his way over to them. He approached slowly, keeping a polite distance from the stronger beasts that were inside the Reeve and the Hound. His Monster cowered a bit but he soothed the beast. He stood waiting to be recognized or invited into the conversation
Conner
Jillian Malloy, Clan Gangrel, BP2, AotP is lowered
Jillian walked down the stairs and stopped at the Coat Check. She did not turn over any weapons, because she can't give them her fists, and once properly vetted made her way around the room. She looked for anyone she knew, once she saw Michael talking to a rather handsome looking man she decided to spoil to drop in. She wore what looks to be a white or light tan long coat that came down to the middle of her thighs. Her Smooth legs went down to her feet which were tucked carefully into a pair of red heals. Underneath the coat was a sexy strapless red dress. A Red Strapless dress that was barely noticeable, giving the illusion that she wasn't wearing anything under the coat.
She walked over to Michael and the Stranger. Once there was a pause in there conversation she said, "Hello Michael, how ya doing?" She asked. "Clean up pretty well don't I?" The Rebellious Savage said.
Jillian's Attire
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Michael turns when he hears his name being called and then double takes when he sees her dressed almost opposite of when he originally met her. Turning to introduce her he says "Good evening Jillian. Yes it is quite the contrast from our last meeting but then that's not a bad thing or good." Turning to Arnoud he says "Jillian Malloy, it pleases me to introduce to you Arnoud Geissen a friend of mine."
I imagine he'll be standoffish but best he know strangers' names instead of just knowing her to be a stranger.
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O-Yama, Presence •••, BP •••
O-Yama arrives wearing an outfit similar to the one he suit he had worn when visiting Lady Stamford. He smooths out the folds of the dark clothing just before stepping into the Court and takes a look around, noticing a few faces he had not seen in a long time. His aura has touches of Violet, Dark Blue, and Bright Red, but overall, they are dominated by a firm presence of Light Blue. He gives a short curt bow to Ciara, the Keeper out of respect and gives a nod to Ishani as his eyes pass over those in the room.
He looks at Culler and also gives the man a nod of respect. He did not hate Culler, he was an honorable man and that was something O-Yama respected. He stepped over to Ishani and bowed in respect once he was close to his fellow Grim Hand member. "Hound Naetesh, Ms. Brady, Reeve Culler, good evening. I hope the night finds you all well." He says, tone conversational but respectful to the two former Harpies as he says their names only slightly less so as Culler's name and title escape his lips.
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Wilhelm descended the staircase dressed simply in a formal black suit. Nothing fancy for this court, it seemed. Stopping at the bottom, he made sure to check his weapons. He always hated doing that, trusting his safety to the assumption that everyone else abide by the Elysium's laws or that someone exempt from them would be quick enough to intervene were they flouted. He had not endured as long as he had by taking matters out of his own hands. But sometimes it was unavoidable. Not that he necessarily had to like it.
He takes a moment to examine the room, its occupants, and where they were. His eyes lingering on the cordoned off area in the middle of the room, and once more on the rather large gathering of individuals clustered around Hound Naetesh. How interesting.
He also noted the redhead in the group, he would have to make it a point to speak to her, but perhaps later. He preferred to avoid the notably large clusters of Kindred at events such as these. She would likely be less busy later.
Instead he noted the Kindred from outside Club Raven, Dog, O-Yama had called him. Though he looked much cleaner than he had then. Because this was Court, probably, but perhaps the woman beside him had something to do with it as well. Either way, he mused as he made his way over to the pair, it made little difference. He felt his beast quail as he approached, as it sensed both of theirs and picked up on the subtle promise of bloody violence. But he shoved its reaction back to a corner of his mind, more or less ignoring it. Though with the sheer amount of the Predator's Taint to be found at an event such as this it was an ever-present bother that grated against his senses. Just another reason why he missed the comforting weight of his blades.
Roxie gets a slight, respectful nod of his head as he comes up to the duo. "Greetings, Miss Hart." And Dog a small, polite smile. "A pleasure to finally, properly, meet." Which really was a statement that could, and probably was, directed at both Kindred. Given that he had met Dog once before while obfuscated, and Roxie only briefly during that strange dream that had taken place so soon after his arrival in the city.
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