Court: War of the Haunts

[West]

This is beginning a few days early because of the number of NPCs being handled and to give characters a chance to meet/interact before the official agenda begins. Please remember, as of this time, the purpose of this Court is unknown, although the Harpy's censure of Arnold Culler is public knowledge.
This Court officially begins and happens on 8/9, and the doors will close on 8/11.

Arn Giessen
Blood Potency ••

Wiki: Arnoud Giessen

Arn arrives to Court; early, and alert. It was a simple fact that if you arrived early, you could not only pick your 'spot', but see who arrived with whom... and scout the exits. Being as it was his first time at Avalon's 'Underground', he was suitably dismayed to not only give up his blade, but find that the stairs he had come down were the only means of egress as well.

It had not escaped his notice that he was the youngest among the newly landed, and he felt the weight of the target on his back like a mill stone. However, none of this showed, for this was a sign of weakness. As he had so often demonstrated before at public affairs, the Blood of the Daeva was truly his, and his appearance and demeanor were calm and pleasant. So, too, was his suit neatly pressed and hair perfectly groomed: the very picture of the confident, landed Toreador.

Erika Brady
Striking Looks •• (Green-eyed Irish redhead)
Mask of Tranquility

Wiki: Erika Brady

Erika Brady glides down the stairs, watchful eyes taking in the new Court. As one of the longest residents of the city, former Harpy and Seneschal, she knows many here, and many that she knows are Kindred of quality. Unlike most, she has heard the omen of the new Harpy's words, and expects this night to be eventful. Eventful enough that she is reluctant to part with her daggers, which her dress seems to produce like a fish spawning eggs. Still, relinquishing them does nothing to diminish the quiet confidence about her.

Once finished, she makes her way around, nodding to Arnoud, before finding a seat to perch upon; back straight, hands folded. If not for the red hair and piercing green eyes, this Shadow would be mistaken for decor, so silent and still.

[Matt]

Wyatt swiftly walks into Avalon. His suit looking brand new, ironed perfectly not a crease can be seen.

What Wyatt is Wearing

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His suit was the latest Japanese fashion, however he was sure the majority of the people here tonight would not know that. As far as they were aware it was just another suit.

He sees the two new faces and nods to them as he passes. He heads straight to the seneshals office and knocks on the door.

Knock Knock

(OOC: Hope I posted that in the right place)

[Michael Hall]

Michael left his gun and sap in the car as he smoothed out his black suit for the occasion. He lowers his beast before stepping in and then goes down the stairs, feeling the presence of others as he arrives. When he looks around he stops when he recognizes a young man standing there.

My goodness, Arnoud? It's been months since I'd heard from him again. This is a surprise seeing the Prefect here.

Approaching Arnoud from the front Michael smiles and says "Good evening Mr. Geissen, it's good to see you again, it's been quite some time. How have you been?"

[West]

Ishani Naetesh
Striking Looks •• (Graceful)
Mask of Tranquility

Wiki: Ishani Naetesh

For the first time in a long time, Ishani arrives alone. For those who might wonder if her status as Consort has been changed, they only have to remember that she is also a Hound. Watchful eyes and a form fitting suit replace an evening dress; clothing which, while still elegant and accentuating her beauty, allow for free movement.

She smiles at Erika Brady, and the women converse quietly. Careful observers might note both watch the entry, and remember that both are more than capable in their Clan's signature ability.

Arn Giessen
Blood Potency ••

The smile remains, although he wants to recoil from the predator of equal strength. Part of him says that the man is challenging him, directly, publicly, homing in on the weakest in the room like a shark. The more rational part recognizes a fellow Carthian being sociable, greeting him after his long absence from public view.

The smile remains, light and welcoming. Maybe this is an opportunity.

"Mr. Hall, it's good to see you again, I trust you've been well?"

Not that he trusted anything, but using key words like that often put others at ease.

[Heathcliff Staley]

There is no answer from the Seneschal's office. Even vampires need to rest occasionally.

Heathcliff is, in fact, outside, busy making the final adjustments and inspections of his wardrobe before Court this evening (his customary, simple white collared shirt, grey slacks, and black dress shoes). As he makes his way into Court alone, he notes the presence of Erika Brady, whom he had not seen in quite some time. She looks more delicious than he remembered, figuratively speaking, of course.

He smiles at Hound Naetesh, then his eyes find Michael Hall speaking to...speaking to...Arnoud.

Heathcliff tries to act natural, smiling politely at the Toreador and letting his eyes glide away naturally, though the results were decidedly mixed in that regard. He was distressed and full of questions for the man he trusted with something more important than his life...

He walks to his office to find the new arrival at his door. "Good evening," he croaks, "May I help you?"

1 sux on Hiding Emotions for those watching him

2010-08-06 14:52:45 Heathcliff rolls 6 to Manip+Sub (10 Again) 5, 3, 7, 8, 5, 2 1 success

[Roxie Hart]

Roxie Hart
Blood Potency ••
Striking Looks (Sexy Legs) 2
Presence •••

It took Roxie slightly more time to disarm than some others and, if she saw anyone else with as many guns hidden on their person, she'd make some nasty little comment about overcompensating. Of course, at least she wasn't the guy with the sword.

Honestly, some people have no sense of subtlety. At least she knew to keep the shotgun and fire axe in the car.

As she entered court proper, she looked around as a thread of Bright Red/Black/Light Green clawed it's way through her aura at the presence of the Others while leaving her face untouched. It had been a long while since she had... participated in one of these, for more reasons than that, though to her it was enough of one. The last one being the one the wretched little Carthians put together. She came out on top of that though, even if Black vanished on her and the brat Sanctified and that withered old witch she had leashed somehow did their level best to screw her over. Hrmmmm, I wonder where they got to, she thinks as she sharpens the mental knives, and Violet-Purple threads streak through the assorted colors of her aura, like a barracuda cutting through a school of fish, at least to those with the eyes to see it.

She hums a little ditty as she considers the things she'd like to do to the girl, as well as several others she's dealt with who seem to be gone now. Those skanks that seemed to attach themselves to the Reeve for one, though they hadn't really done anything to deserve her scorn. The announcement regarding the Reeve had taken her by surprise though, she hadn't thought he'd be the type to suffer that kind of abuse quietly. Maybe he was just subtle.

Or weak.

She'd have to see. However, until the evening got underway she would explore this new habitat, in a process not unlike a tiger exploring it's new habitat in a refurbished zoo.

[Ciara Maskelyne]

*Ciara curses herself for running behind with the preparations, but to say tonight was a balancing act was an understatement. She'd been busy setting up the Court proper for the debate to come, and things were finally ready for the big reveal later that night. She makes her way to the cloak room, greeting those that are still there, including the Hound and the other woman. She smiles pleasantly, while also keeping an eye out of anyone new that descends the staircase.* Good evening everyone.. *She says softly*

*For now the Court's inner area is cordoned off by VIP ropes , the doorways covered by thick curtains held up by tension rods the span the length of the openings. Nothing can be seen inside save for the very top, where a passerby can catch a glimpse of green patina brushing against the ceiling, as if some ancient bronze statues had been moved into the Court area. Beyond that, way lay inside remained a mystery.*

[Joseph Hartman]

Joseph enters Court and walks past the weapons check with a shake of his head. He had never bothered to carry weapons around with him, probably the foolish notion of a neonate. Or his over reliance on the Claws his bloodline gave him such convenient access to.

He smiles as he sees new Kindred. Have I seen them before? A nagging part of his mind reprimands him for not paying more attention at previous courts. He moves to the side of Court and quietly watches the arriving kindred while trying not to pull on his blue dress shirt too much or get caught oggly the irish redhead.

[Michael Hall]

Michael nods to Arnoud, wondering if his appearance here is due to a personal vendetta against the Reeve, after all he had missed many Court ceremonies before. What was it about this one that inspired him to come out of hiding? Is this a sign for the Carthians?

"I have been well, keeping myself busy with some of the more serious nuisances in the city. Perhaps I could fill you in some time after the business here is finished?"

There was something else Michael wanted now that it was fact that Arnoud was out and about again, he had heard that he had regency in the area and if it was true, he figured it best to speak with the former Prefect now about it, although he was hesitant to do it out in the open as he didn't want to cause anymore suspicion with two "former" Carthians meeting than it already appeared to have.

[Premsyl]

Arnold Culler
Mask of Tranquility

Arnold Culler arrives to his trial, impeccably dressed in the suit that he had been gifted by the Carthian Movement following their fiasco Court.

He was here tonight to defend his honor and his position. He had been beset upon by enemies - both of whom had once claimed to be his friends and allies. O-Yama's treachery was not nearly so unexpected as Victoria's obvious attempt to weaken the First Estate's hold in Sacramento.

Perhaps someday Arnold would know what the woman had to gain by such a thing. Indeed, Arnold had fantasized of tearing the words from her throat while she bled under blades, tongs, and hammers.

He stopped, closed his eyes, and composed himself. For now he would remain stoic and face his attackers with steadfastness.

Looking around, he both feels and sees Kindred whom he knew but had not seen in quite some time, most surprising being the arrival of Erika Brady and Arnoud Giessen. It was odd to see Ishani entering alone, but he had expected her. It had also been quite a while since he'd seen the Hart woman who had helped him during the Bloodhunt, but he had not been surprised when she had disappeared.

He walks over to Ishani and Erika, smiling at her "Hello, Hound Naetesh. Miss Brady. I hope you're both faring well this evening. Miss Brady, it has been quite a while since we've had the pleasure of seeing you. It's quite refreshing."

Looking to Ishani he comments "Hound Naetesh, that suit is quite stylish and suits you perfectly if I might make a compliment."