To Lexi
To Lexi
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Victoria descended the stairs slowly and stately. Then when she reached the bottom she turned sharply and slowly made her way further into court. She wore a modestly cut purple dress that complimented her curves, yet showed little skin giving her an elegant appearance. Her heals clicked softly on the floor while her skirt brushed her ankles as she moved. Each crease on her clothing in it's place and every movement appeared exact as if scripted and precise.
Moments after she began across the floor several well appointed men and women made their way down into the room and took their places without so much as a glance from the Ventrue. They gathered near one of the alcoves and quietly stood with eyes down cast in a submissive manner. If anyone gets close enough they see the kine are each equipped with a collar with the initials V.S.
As she came to a stop she couldn't help but glance toward Asa's office as if expecting to see him emerge. After silently chastising herself she pulled her gaze away and glanced about the room as if deciding where she would swoop. Finally she took several steps and approached Erika.
"Regent Brady, good evening," she said politely then turned to Conner. "Mr. Greyson," she finished in a subdued tone.
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Arnold moves through the Avalon, the short trip through the club invoking memories of a time - just over a year ago now - when he had been its manager.
He had left that position to make an ambitious business move. Purchase a somewhat failing hotel and dump what felt like tons of money into building it back into the thriving institution that it was today.
And it was thriving. One year since the purchase the Sundown Sacramento Hotel was amongst the most prominent lodgings in the city, catering to the finely rich and the middle class with rooms of varying luxury and accommodation. He was even considering adding a restaurant, maybe a nightclub.
He smiles, he had enjoyed his brief stint as a club owner and it had made Hunting as simple as pushing a button. When the handsome bartender asks you if you'd like to meet the manager there's little consideration that the manager is actually a 7 foot tall abomination with intentions to drink your blood.
For all the problems that had plagued him in the last year he had done well in one regard. Arnold Culler had made his money back and then some and tonight he was dressed to that point, having finally felt comfortable spending a little money once he'd viewed the months numbers.
He walks down the stairs into the Kindred Court wearing a tailored pinstripe suit, the material having been specially designed to be both elegant and also somewhat durable and functional should Arnold's calling require it. He wears a matching fedora with a red band which matches the necktie on the suit. Quite noticeable was a diamond studded ring in the shape of a skull that Arnold wears on his left pinkie.
Arnold's Ring
He first notices Erika Brady and Conner Greyson, and knew immediately that he needed to speak to the both of them - Erika particularly. Then as he considered those two he sees Jillian jump on stage and make her declaration. He regards her for a moment, a smile tugging at his thin lips. So was that how the Gangrel did business? Still, he remembered meeting her that night in his office and filed her name away. There seemed to be a shortage of combat ready Kindred in Sacramento and usually those of the Savages weren't shy about fights.
Looking back over at Erika and Conner he notices now that they were talking to Victoria Stamford, the newly appointed Seneschal, and he frowns. He had reasons to dislike Seneschal Stamford, and truly did not look forward to what he was about to do, but he was not about to allow the unattractive prospect of dealing with her deter him from his other business.
He approaches their group and smiles "Good evening, Seneschal Stamford. Regent Brady. Mister Greyson." he nods to each respectively, listing them in order of their significance. Looking to Victoria he adds "I believe that congratulations are in order in regard to your recent appointment."
Looking to Erika he says "When you have a moment to speak, Regent, there is some business I wanted to address with you. I'm sure Mister Greyson informed you of what I speak. There is no urgency, however, as I don't mean to interrupt." he looks around to indicate present company.
Conner bows his head to the Regent as she instructs him to make the introductions. Waving off his Blood Doll Conner looks to Amos and the Cripple, "May I introduce you both to the Honorable Regent of the Domain of Citrus Heights, Ms. Erika Brady." The Hound introduces his Regent.
After completing the introduction Conner feels the arrival of a familiar beast and looks to see the newly Appointed Seneschal and her entourage. The unmasked Mekhet's cold eyes look to the Lady of the Invictus as she walks toward the group. As she greets them Conner gives a head bow to the Lady Senechal and says only, "Good evening Seneschal Stamford."
Conner then sees the Giant Nosferatu make his way over to them, A night of infinite power it seems. The only one missing is his Majesty and the Judex.
"Good Evening to you Lord Culler."
This evening Cassandra chose to arrive to Avalon with little of her usual flare. She moved through Avalon almost completely ignoring the crowd and made her way to the back room. Business had been on her mind of late and how to deal with it to her liking so she wore a deep blue suit that was tailored particularly to her curves to flatter her form. She made no stop at the coat check to remove the suit jacket that hugged onto her form and the neck of it gave jsut a small tasteful look at the skin underneath.
Around her neck she wore a Lace Choker that was rather unadorned for the evening that was the real splash of colour. Being a deep red almost as if it had been dyed in fresh blood that hadn't dried.
Her heels for their part matched the suit and made their soft clicks upon the stairs as she descended the stairs and stepped slowly into the room where everybody seemed to be gathering for the evening.
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Erika inclines her head to the two introduced, even if that hadn't been who she meant. It worked well enough, however, as it led her to standing in the same place when others she had business with showed their faces and made them known to her.
"I hear that congratulations is due to both you and Miss Villiers, Seneschal Stamford. Both are respectable positions, and I am certain that you are both due the power given to you." She said it without a tone of emotion in her voice, and her eyes settled on Arnold as he also made his way towards her, joining in the crowd slowly gathering.
At his words, she nodded to acknowledge she'd heard him, but wanting to give the new Seneschal proper attention.
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Martha was suddenly surprised to find herself and Amos fully engaged by Connor and Regent Brady!
Finding herself formally introduced to the Regent and about to meet with the equally formidable new Seneschal who seemed to be heading...nay, gracefuly gliding, this way!
Martha smiles in sincere greeting to the Regent and Connor, listens to the introduction and bobs a respectful cursty accordingly, through sheer will she avoids sneaking a glance at the Regents' shoes, but cannot help but be held transfixed by her arresting eyes; "Thank you very much, Regent Brady!" Martha enthuses.
Martha had intended to talk to Amos, but her attention was now held fast by Erika...as Erika breaks the spell of her uncanny gaze to talk about other matters, meekly Martha fidgets momentarily with her hat before offering the Seneschal and Lord Culler a neat and respectful collective curtsy (when appropriate) and as they approach and engage.
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Amos bows respectfully before the regent, somehow still struggling with the idea of having been formally introduced to this powerfull kindred.
" Buenas Noches Regent Brady, Senor Connor. Nice meeting you tonight. And before the affairs of the state calls you, please allow me to thank you for granting the shadows feeding rights into your domain.
I know I am still young, but if the inexperienced mekhet that I am can be of assistance, please let me know. I'll be happy to oblige. "
He then politely let the regent get back to her businness and turns his attention to Martha Villiers. We don't wanna be greedy with her eminence.
" And congratulations to you Senorita Villiers. That's a pretty important position you just got there. Good luck in your new job. "
Finally, he salutes the other kindred coming in, each according to her or his status and office position.
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Max
*Another night, anther trip to the Court. Max makes his way down the stairs to Court, peaking around the corner to see who all had gathered for the evening. A rather lively gathering tonight it seems. He decides to put off heading to the cloak room for a little while, slipping silently into the back of the room to watch the interactions.*
Ciara
*Ciara steps out of her office after the commotion from the stage. She is surprised to see that large gathering of kindred, the Court was empty less than an hour ago. Maybe they all came in at once? She waits patiently for a break in the conversation to jump in, her hands cupped in front of her with a patient smile on her face.*
"Hound Greyson or Mister Greyson." Conner reminds his Venery Partner.
Conner looks to the Giant Kindred and wonders if he has thought anymore on Conner's request. Conner has facilitated a meeting between the two and has encouraged a alliance, at least subtlety. We will see how the conversation between the two Regents go. After all Conner is nothing if he is not patient. Now for other things.
Conner looks to the Keeper of the Elysium and gives her a Polite Bow. "Keeper Maskelyne, Good Evening."
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