1501 Monomacy Court

[Michael Travis]

It is actually... painful to watch. Not for Michael's sake; for the priest. Here was a bloodsucker who was more man than any Michael had ever met. The Kindred are all monsters. Abgal is a cruel and manipulative recluse. Sacramento? Full of creatures who would easily put another's life on the line for a small gain. The Invictus. Michael's place among these monsters had been that of a pawn in a grand political scheme. And, of course, there was Michael - he drove the stake into his lover's heart and left her to the sun's fiery embrace. Why fight it any longer, Michael? You are no better than any of them. You are worse.

Thomas stands alone among these monsters. He would truly risk his life - his potentially infinite life - for another. For peace and understanding. Michael cannot take any more of it. If the Lancea et Sanctum have it right, Michael's soul is going straight to hell as it is. The only thing left is for him to die with dignity. He would waste no more time. The Viper approaches Baldwin and Thomas . He puts a hand on Thomas' shoulder and draws close enough to whisper.

"I'll take it from here." Michael's eyes might have spoken volumes. 'Thank you' is probably among the words he might have said. He turns to face Baldwin, face devoid of emotion once more.

"It is almost time, Lord Baldwin." His eyes search for the Prince , perhaps hoping those ten minutes were almost over. Time probably flies when the hangman calls.

[Hildegarde Bingen]

After pausing by Michael Redfill's side and waiting in silence, the Lord moves on. Her circuit now takes her closer to the cage as she homes in on the Grand Wyrms of past and present.

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[Velma]

The Asylum.

The place evoked distant memories. Some were somewhat pleasant but ultimately what the Succubus recalled was the Green Room, a bird’s cage and a brief conversation.

The events that had unfolded after that small exchange of words and the ones that had precluded it summarized Velma Star’s stay in Sacramento.

Tonight though, before the Green Room there was Monomacy. Apparently the kindred Velma had recently played Scrabble with at her office wanted to show the domain why you don’t fool around with the First Estate… how was the message being received by the rest of the domain’s denizens? A desperate measure of an old covenant struggling to keep its tight grip on power? Would it strengthen the Prince’s rule to apply the Lex Talionis?

It was her duty to know those things… but she had been away.

And now she was coming back.

Decked in a single shade of grey, Velma’s dress was severely pressed against her frame. A close fit, like a glove, keeping a subtle grip on her shape by a closed zip from the hem of her skirt to her neck. There was a thin buckle, a strap of black leather adorned with metal thorns and spikes around her thin waist. On her bag a single flower was peering, showing its reddish rose color, a lonely amaranth globe. On her shoes thin and delicate black heels that lend elegance and sophistication to her footsteps.

”Your Priscus is a young looking woman with red hair, she will be the one in charge of acknowledging you.” The songstress said looking behind her shoulder...

As the Daeva stepped inside she immediately recognized the Prince’s touch in the event. The Cage, the pristine white couch, the different paraphernalia on display and of course the black suit. Her eyes scanned the other kindred and she felt her beast’s protests echoing through her hollow shell. It demanded blood or it recoiled with fear as her steps shortened the distance between her and the cage. The Ravager recalled most but more than a few had arrived only in the past months. A few had returned, like herself, like Martha.

She smiled and she finally approached the center of all attention… not the duo who would be fighting to the death. The Prince.

”Your Grace.” Velma finally offered while performing a graceful curtsy. A quiet smile tracing her lips.

Her eyes momentarily escape to the walls and everything on display.

”I trust this will be a memorable event.” Despite the outcome…
Behind the Succubus there was another figure who seemed to be following her trail. Velma gestures for her to approach, should she decide to…

”Your Grace, this is Miss Hunter, a Gangrel from Arizona."

"She seeks your hospitality.” She informs.

Of course he would direct Velma and Jenny to Tracy Burns but that was her easy way out...

Beej Jag

[Jaqen]

August had approached Lord Baldwin just as he had turned to discuss the man he was likely to disembowel. This wasn't just mere speculation on Augusts part, he'd seen what Peter could do in person. It was most efficient.

Knowing that the battlefield began outside the cage, and that two men discussing the proceedings tonight that were going to both be taking place in them to be a somber event. Thus, he stood quietly with a smile and look that both showed his obvious pleasure at seeing Lord Baldwin and his recognition of the nights bloodbath to come.

Once it was clear that Baldwin and Travis had something to discuss, August quietly gave a bow to Lord Baldwin knowing they would have a chance to catch up later if that was what the Priscus of Haunts wished. Unless Travis got very lucky.

This all of course happened to, quite by chance, put the former Priscus of Lords directly diagonal of the Lord of Lords, His Grace, Duke Asa Clarke.

August gulped. Hard. He didn't get a reply to the letter he sent, and even the righteous surety of his willful mind couldn't fight back that silence, mirrored in the silence of the cloaked nature of what he was sure was a great and terrible beast that stood before him wearing his Asa suit.

When he had the chance to do so without interrupting, the former Priscus Bowed. Seeing that most of those who swarmed the Prince had calmed ever so slightly enough to allow Galloway a moment to bow once more in a similar manner as before, but this time to also address the most powerful vampire in a hundred miles.


What did the long winded southerner have to say as he looked up from his bow?


"Your Grace."

He watched for any sign of the Princes displeasure. He was far, far beyond nervous that it would be there.

[[ Asa West ]]

[Asa]

Asa glanced at the weapon Konrad Roth revealed as he listened to Father Galilei.

He was probably more familiar with the weapon than most, having seen his sister practice with it, as well as other weapons from her heritage. For a few moments, he lost himself in the bright reflection on the metal, remembering another Court he had illuminated.

Well, that's unsurprising.

He hadn't expected Baldwin to give in. Perhaps a week ago, behind closed doors, it might have happened. Here? In front of everyone?

The price is always higher when the purchase is made in public.

A slight nod returned Michael Travis' look. The time had not yet come, but it was a small acknowledgment, an added measure of respect, that the man had chosen to stand his ground. Asa Clarke would not have. He had, in fact, left this very city following the Bloody war between Straiphen and Freddrick.

He had lived. And returned.

"Lady Star."

A delighted smile lit his features at the appearance of another who had returned. For a moment, the Daeva's stunning beauty outshone the others with her; eventually, he noticed.

"Mister Galloway."

[Allison Black]

Richard Black and Allison Black continue here

[Michael Redfill]

Such interesting faces returning to the Domain... At the very least, August and Velma are people he is itching to talk to and he might have done so, were he free tonight. But until half of the challengers are turning into ash in some closet of the Asylum, Michael would have to keep watch near the most obvious exit.

After all, this is where a Frenzied Beast will go. Toward the obvious.