Seeing the lady with a gimp Jillian gets up and walks over to her and the rest of the group, "Sensechal, Regent, Regent, Keeper" Jillian says in turn to each of the Kindred she recognizes, giving them the respect that is due. Just because she was a brash, loud, angry Gangrel doesn't mean she is stupid. "Hey Your Villars right? The New Harpy?" With Martha's acknowledgment of her identity Jillian says, "Congrats, You got a minute?" Jillian asked gesturing to the side area away from the crowd.
Thomas O'Connor
Dressed in a dark suit Thomas arrived at Avalon and scanned the room. If anyone he knows meets his eyes they're greeted with a small smile and a polite nod as the Mekhet finds a quiet place along the wall. There are a few new beasts in Court tonight as well as a lot of the City's "Brass" and even in life he not really been comfortable around the "Brass", so he is content to stand away from the main social group and wait for a chance to engage others on a more personal level than the large group conversations currently going on.
Thomas' Court Outfit
Ajax
The big Gangrel arrives a few minutes after dressed in a pair of black dockers pants and a black golf shirt, his leather jacket left with the coat check girl. He looks around for anyone he knows and might actually be able to talk to, wondering if the Gangrel Priscus, Charlie whatever his last name was, or Dirge, the leader of the Circle in the city, might be around.
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Martha nods happily to Amos, replying to his kind words; "Goodness, thank you, sir! Thank you, very much!" she looked eager to continue the conversation with Amos and the others when Amos seemed to become a little meek as Jillian padded up to chat!
Martha easily recognisd Jillian and was apparently very pleased to see and chat to her! A happy smile greets Jillian..."Good evening, Miss Malloy...and yes, Miss Malloy: I am." she chirps, all happy, to Jillian...then Martha listens attentively to the Gangrels words. Jillian meant business...so Martha responded in kind, nodding carefully.
Bobbing a fine curtsy to the various impressive Regents, Lords and Ladies gathered close by, while not wishing to interupt them or cause offence, she respectfully adds, with the refined tone of long rehearsed English manners; "My Regents, Lords and Ladies, please do excuse me a moment..." and, holding tight to her lame leg for support, Martha smiles carefully to Jillian.
Nodding to the Gangrel and accepting the offered gesture of the Gangerl, readily allows Jillian to take the lead - to find a private spot suitable to her needs...Martha takes the opportunity to scout out Jillian's gait and footwear again...hobbling heavily, but carefully, after the more agile - and seemingly deadly serious - Gangrel. Patiently and happily awaiting Jillian to outline whatever she needed to talk about.
Jillian gives a head nod and walks over to one of the wings, "I need you to make something known for me." Jill says.
"In eight days I will be at the Sacramento Wildlife Area in the Barrens, waiting for Charlie or anyone else who wants to Challenge for Priscus. The Prince wants 7 days, I will give him eight. Just make sure Charlie knows to bring a witness so I can put the little bastard down."
Jillian pauses for a moment and cracks her knuckles thinking of the fight to come. "That cool?" Jill asks
citing my resources
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"Sadly, I am in no position to judge whether it is cool or otherwise, Miss Malloy!" Martha adds with honesty of feeling, nodding carefully, "But it is certainly a most vivid challenge! One I suspect it is hard to refuse. Hmmm...The Wildlife Park, you say? Eight days from now? That must be quite a large area of land, Miss Malloy...is there a usual location that is well understood by all as the traditional venue for the challengers to meet; or should I make additional detail clear - so neither party misses one another on the night...and a time too, perhaps?" she nods, gets out her notebook and carefully jots down existing info and ready to add other details in full to it...not trusting her memory. "Forgive me if I appear ignorant, but I might not be as well versed in local custom as I ought to be...Please, Miss Malloy: will this combat be to the death? Will anyone from Court be required to attend as impartial witnesses and ensure fair play...or is this a sort of no-holds barred bout until one cries 'Craven' or one with a...er...last man standing outcome?"
Martha blinks, visibly intrigued...her first task as Harpy: announcing and apparently co-ordinating a bare knuckle prize fight. Not that any was lacking before, but Martha eyes Jillian again - with renewed respect, watching the cracking of the knuckles with wide eyes.
Jillian just looks suprised at the Gibson Girl. "You don't know much about Gangrel do ya." Jillian gives a small laugh, "Its to Torper. Its up to His Majesty if I get to put the Wannabe Lord down or not."
"As far as a normal Location? I don't know. The Wildlife Park is the best I could come up with. Seemed to fit the Gangrel don't ya think." Jill says, "Both of us are gonna need a witness there to report to his majesty. According to the Laws His Majesty is to be given a weeks notice so if he wants to show up he can. Either way a witness for each of us needs to be there to Report to the Prince if he doesn't show up. But anyone can show up if they want to."
Jill looks up and then looks back to the Little Gibson, "Ya know you should know the Laws if your gonna be the Harpy."
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Martha nods...she clearly wanted to say so many things! But, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9...don't...just don't say anything...1, 2, 3, 4...she meant nothing by it...her words...actually helpful... Martha grips hard at her thigh, very very hard...and tucks her notepad and pen away, nodding.
5...6... Martha nods sadly...more to herself than Jillian, almost whispering; "Well, yes...yes indeed, Miss Malloy...well...I shall do all I can to learn as I go...only; I wasn't certain if there was a difference in the written Laws and any parallel observance of accepted customs. Such a thing is possible, Miss Malloy...a time honoured tradition may have prevailed...it was worth checking." she tries a shrug, but ends up just rubbing even harder at her lame leg "I...I hope to attend the duel and watch with great interest; as a neutral observer, of course! I shall make...well, I hope to make an appropriate notice and announcement...though it would be hard to better your earlier declaration, Miss Malloy." Martha tries a shy smile, no insincere flattery was obvious, she seemed to mean her almost whispered words. "Did you think any particular time was appropriate for your duel, Miss Malloy?"
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Erika looks to Amos with a slight glint in her eyes, then offers the slightest hint of a smile. "I may indeed have work for one such as you, soon enough, at least. Inform Mr. Greyson here when you are available to talk, perhaps something can be arranged." Her eyes then flicker back to Martha, still granting that self-same smile before the woman is accosted by Jillian. It was always interesting to see others do the jobs she was once so good at; the young Miss Villiers would learn, though. Learn or die. That was the way of the world these days.
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Asa descended the stairs into Court proper, having spent the earlier portion of the evening looking at the numbers generated by the last block party. While he was by no means an accountant, it was still nice to know if you were losing money or making it. He had left Ishani at Reverence to tally her club's figures and decided to stop by Court as long as he was at Avalon.
Dressed in black slacks and a merlot button down by Burberry, he was slightly surprised to see so many Kindred -- and Herd. Curious, he began to examine the Kine, beginning with any attractive females.
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Amos thanked the regent with a smile before going back to his business. He was a little intimidated by the feral look on jilian's face. It looked like the gangrel meant business. It would be better not to be one she lays her claws on.
Still he salute her and any kindred that gives him attention politely, if only to prove he has good manners.
When hearing of the possible duel between Jilian and the Gangrel priscus, Amos skin shivers in cold for a moment. She DOES mean business after all, and not your usual, run of the mill kindred's plotting.
It would be interesting to check it out in order to measure the relative strength of those two gangrels, you always need someone bigger than you after all.
Speaking of big, the avalon was home to two big kindred tonight, one due to the size of his body and the other to the size of his status, as a giant kindred and the Prince Asa Clarke make their way into the elyseum.
Assuming the prince is close enough and if it is appropriate to do so, Amos will bow silently before the king of the sacramento praxis before turning his attention back to Martha and Jilian.
'' Sorry, Senorita Martha, I was a bit lost in my toughts for a while. It looks like your job as a harpy is starting fast. Speaking of the duel, what weapons will you be using for this fight Senorita Jilian ? Swords, knife, claws, bare-handed ? I am also curious to know if this is going to be a private or public event. I am also in need of brushing up my knowledge about the various tradition of the clan/covenant/domain traditions. ''
He heard a little bit of the word monomacy before though he never watched one before. From what he heard, this was serious business. He even heard that some of them lasted until one of the duelist met final death. Hopefully, that will not be the case here.
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