2025-01-02 Camarilla Court
| 2025-01-02 Camarilla Court | |
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| Date of Scene: | 02 January 2025 |
| Location: | Crimson Hall |
| Synopsis: | First Camarilla Court of 1995 |
| Thanks to: | Alucard |
| Cast of Characters: | Abraham, Adam, Athalayah, Ana, Barbara Ann, David, Dove, Eddie, Ha-Joon, Isabella, Jason, Luke, Murk, Olivier, Sonja, Trixie, Vincent, and Vormund |
| Cast of NPCs: | Silas |
======================Eddie=======================
With Court coming tonight, Eddie's already here. He sits in his usual spot, reading a newspaper. As Murk comes over, he looks up and grins, "There you are my winged friend."
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======================David=======================
David arrived not long after Eddie, having settled into the seats in the back where the Tremere seem to congregate.
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=======================Murk=======================
Murk doesn't sit in that right section in a chair. But he does bring in his own cubed block of a stone over to where Eddie sits. He's going to block someone's view from about 3-4 of those seats, because he plops that stone right onto the ground with a thud. It's his pedestal from GRIM. He steps up onto it and perches, where his taloned feet can hang more comfortably over the edge. He also swivels slightly to look at Eddie and leans down in his direction. "You. Me. We need to meet soon."
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======================Trixie======================
Trixie makes her way into the court wearing a crimson bohemian dress with her usual sandals and she happens to be on Luke's arm smiling as she mentions, "And this is where we hold court, it will be starting shortly. I usually sit with the other Primogen but I'll sit with you tonight Luke." She makes her way over to some seating near the front but not reserved for the Primogens.
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======================Eddie=======================
Eddie looks to Murk and smiles. Then he looks across the room and then back to Murk, lowering his voice to speak quietly.
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======================Jason=======================
Jason walks into the room and heads for the primogen section, smiling at Trixie as he sees her, finally taking a seat.
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=======================Luke=======================
Luke strides into the Crimson Hall with Trixie, his sharp green eyes sweeping the chamber as if sizing up the room's every shadow and the other kindred. The grandeur of the Elysium doesn't faze him; instead, he seems to take it in stride, offering a faint, amused smile as his gaze lingers on the ornate dais.
"Quite the stage," he murmurs to Trixie, his tone warm and tinged with wry humor. He gently guides her toward her chosen seating, his steps deliberate and confident. "I can see why they call it the Crimson Hall." Motioning to her regular seating, he shakes his head, "Please, take your normal seat." Nodding to show he'll be fine he smiles to the others that are already gathered.
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=======================Murk=======================
Murk tries to do something strange this evening. He lifts his head up toward Trixie as he talks to Eddie. She and Luke get a big grin from him as if he attempts to look 'somewhat' disarming. It most likely fails but then he narrows his red eyes over on Eddie, pondering on something he said.
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=====================Olivier======================
Having arrived for his first actual court, other than the impromptu presentation following the building assault over the weekend, Olivier has chosen a seat off to the side that is otherwise vacant for now. Sensing that the front is likely for the Primogen, and not wantingf to intrude upon anyone else, that advantage of arriving early enough to secure a seat without having to make any social paux is his. Wearing a rather professional looking suit, well tailored to fit to his form nicely, the newly arrived Ventrue sits in relative silence, quietly observing the others as they arrive and converse with each other. He has little to contribute of his own, after all.
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======================Trixie======================
Trixie gently shrugs her shoulders and slips off to the Primogen seating, a pleased little smile curling her slips as she slips into her usual seat.
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=====================Vormund======================
In his seat already is Vormund, wearing his customary red tied black business suit, the red eyed grey skinned corpse like Nosferatu is casual in his Primogen seat tonight as he simply silently observes the court, as is routine for him, hands steepled in his lap.
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=====================Abraham======================
Abaham has been here since other Kindred began to arrive in Court. For those who are new, the Sheriff is standing in his typical spot, to the right and below the dais. He is dressed in his standard outfit -- a dark, western suit. A pistol sits at his waist in a gunfighter's position and a long Scottish claymore is slung to his back with a leather band. The Brujah's dark eyes watch as others arrive.
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======================Eddie=======================
Eddie folds his paper and sets it aside. He smiles to Trixie and Vormund as they're present. "Good evening." He looks at the gathering, "Glad to see we've got such a good turn out tonight."
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=======================Luke=======================
Luke gives a bit of a salute towards Murk and his greeting while Trixie moves off. Looking for a seat for himself, he unbuttons his jacket before settling in and pulling a deck of cards from his inner pocket. Quickly shuffling the deck with practiced ease he runs through a few shuffles while looking around the space.
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=====================Ha-Joon======================
The double doors at the back of the room swing open, and the Prince enters with his signature poise, every movement deliberate and commanding. At his side trots the infamous Gustav, the Prince's impeccably groomed poodle, his steps as regal as his master's. Together, they make their way up the aisle.
Reaching the dais, Ha-Joon gestures with a graceful flick of his hand toward the gifted and elaborately crafted puppy throne. Gustav, obediently hops onto the throne.
The Prince allows himself a brief, amused smile at his companion before turning his attention to the gathering. His gaze sweeps over the assembled Kindred. "Good evening, all, and thank you for setting aside your nightly endeavors to join us," he says, his voice smooth and resonant, carrying effortlessly across the room.
Clasping his hands behind his back, he scans the crowd, his smile deepening. "As is our custom, we shall first hear from our Sheriff before attending to the matters at hand." He pauses for effect, letting the silence settle just long enough to draw attention.
Then, with a slight incline of his head, he continues, "Before I yield the floor, however, I believe we have some new faces among us tonight." His eyes land on Luke, then shift to Olivier.
"Though I have had the pleasure of meeting our newest member of Clan Ventrue, I shall leave it to him to properly introduce himself to the Praxis." Turning to Luke, his tone softens ever so slightly. "And you as well."
the Prince steps back and lowers himself onto his throne.
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======================David=======================
David stands as the Prince arrives and gives the man a respectfull bow. David stays standing until the Prince sits himself, then lowers himself back into his seat, his attention turning to the New Ventrue.
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=====================Vincent======================
Leaning against a silvery wooden panel on the western side of the room is Vincent Valdez. He wears a faded camouflage tank with army green cargo pants, and little else--he's clad in no jewelry, shoes, or other accessories, save a necklace of wooden prayer beads he silently fumbles with in his left hand.
The massive Gangrel is anything but human. Grayed and pallid skin, pointed ears and fur down his chest and back, icy blue corpse-like eyes, and fingers too pointy complete his bestial visage. There's an aura of menace about him that's palpable and otherwordly, though it exudes from a calm expression like a lightning storm caught in a bottle.
Vincent's been sparse for the last turn of the moon, and truth be told he doesn't look particularly happy to be here. He peers towards those gathered, offering little but a cougar-like rumble that echoes from his oversized vocal cords, tapping his fingers along the wall.
When the Prince speaks, he crosses his arms and listens, gaze eventually moving towards the Sheriff.
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======================Eddie=======================
Pointing out some of the new people to Murk, Eddie's speaking quietly with the Gargoyle. When Ha-Joon enters, Eddie stands as well, offering a bow of his head to the Prince. Once business begins, he'll sit himself back down and folds his hands in his lap.
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======================Trixie======================
Trixie stands up as Ha-Joon arrives, only sitting back down once the Prince does, her hands resting in her lap as she settles back in. Her eyes briefly flitting to look over Vincent before she looks back to Ha-Joon.
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======================Jason=======================
Jason stands as Ha-Joon arrives, nodding his head in respect and then re-taking his seat once the Prince takes his. He eyes the new faces curiously as this is the most new people he has seen at once time since he first arrived not that long ago himself.
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=======================Murk=======================
Murk gives a rock tap to his chest when his fist folds in. He gives the honor for Ha-Joon once he's up front and he settles back down. His red eyes peer over at Vincent next by the wall and grins once more revealing his sharper teeth. He gets the lay-out of the room with the people he's either not seen for awhile or are completely new.
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=====================Olivier======================
With a brief but deep nod of acknowledgement towards the Prince, Olivier turns his gaze to the gathered kindred of the Camarilla as he offers an introduction. His voice is clear and tone polite, accent tinged with a bit of French giving it a certain lilting quality. While wearing an expression as befits the serious occasion, there is a certain light to his eyes that matches the minor twist of a smile upon his lips.
"Thank you, Your Grace, for your welcome and granting me residence here within your domain." Those words come with another bow of his heat. "As His Grace mentioned, I am Olivier Barre, of the Ventrue. I am here by a rather mortal assignment, attached to an identity that serves a diplomatic capacity for the country of France and the United Nations, and while my purpose for being here is strictly mundane and doubtful of any interest to our kind, I fully intend for my presence here to be in support of and in loyalty to this Praxis. I do hope to do my best to continue to maintain the good name of my clan, and provide any and all assistance that I can render to any of you who would have any need for it." His lips shift to a more discernible smile. "I have already had the good fortune to meet many of you, and have been impressed with the skills and cohesiveness of this Praxis, and hope to join with your common good for the advancement of our kind, and of the Praxis in the specific."
He spreads his hands to either side as he bows deeply, but not quite as deeply as he did to the Prince, in a gesture that accompanies a slow turn to include all that are present.
Including Gustav, who earns his own smile from the Ventrue.
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=======================Luke=======================
Luke rises smoothly from his seat, his posture relaxed but purposeful. His sharp green eyes flick briefly to the Prince and then to Gustav, a hint of amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth before he bows deeply—graceful but not obsequious while waiting for his turn to speak.
"Your Grace, esteemed members of the Praxis," he begins, his voice steady and rich, carrying just enough to reach all corners of the room. "I am Lucian Vayne, though most simply call me Luke. Childe of the elder Malkavian most have known as The Magician. Newly arrived to your fair city and most grateful for the hospitality of this domain. I have already met and discussed my arrival with my Primogen." Smiling with a respectful nod to Trixie, he waits a beat.
He straightens, his hands resting loosely at his sides as his gaze sweeps the room. "I'm but a humble wanderer and purveyor of... perspective, seeking to lend my talents where they might best serve. I pledge my respect to you, Prince, and your Praxis and my efforts to the continued strength of this city." A subtle smile dances across his lips as he adds, "And I must say, the elegance of this court leaves a most striking first impression." With that, Luke bows once more, a touch more briefly this time, before retaking his seat with an air of calm confidence if not asked to speak more.
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====================Athalayah=====================
Athalayah steps into the court, her usual sharp, tailored aesthetic softened for a more casual yet elegant 1990s-inspired look. She wears high-waisted black trousers with a silky cream blouse tucked in, the top few buttons undone to reveal a delicate gold chain resting against her collarbone. A tailored denim jacket with subtle embellishments adds a touch of edge to her outfit, while sleek black loafers complete the ensemble. Her makeup is understated but polished, with a neutral lip and a hint of eyeliner accentuating her expressive gaze. Her hair is styled in loose waves, framing her face effortlessly. From the rear of the chamber, she picks up a glass of champagne and raises it in silent toast to the Prince, and the Sheriff.
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=====================Isabella=====================
Isabella sits in her seat and looks on to the happenings of court. She does look over towards Eddie and gives him a small smile. Then returns back to the court introductions.
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=====================Ha-Joon======================
The Prince inclines his head slightly in acknowledgment. “France’s representation in our midst is not only welcomed, it is necessary. Your knowledge, skills, and diplomacy will be put to good use as we continue to secure the future of this domain, as well as the unity of our kind. The Camarilla in Houston thrives on the strength and support of individuals such as yourself.”
Ha-Joon’s gaze shifts, briefly locking with Gustav's before returning to Olivier. “We hold high standards for all who enter our ranks, and I trust that you will contribute to the Praxis. Welcome, Mr. Barre. Should you ever need anything in your endeavors, you need only ask.”
Ha-Joon then turns his attention to the new Malkavian. "Wanderers often bring a unique perspective. I trust you’ll find your place here, and should you wish to lend your insights further, the doors of this court are open." He gives a subtle nod towards Trixie, acknowledging her connection to the newcomer. "Your presence is a welcome addition, and I believe your talents will serve us well in shaping the future of our city."The Prince allows the briefest of pauses, "And yes, elegance is something we strive for, Mr. Vayne. I am pleased you noticed." An amused smirk now overtaking his expression.
His attention then turns to Athalayah, to whom he offers a brief nod of the head, his smirk turning into a grin.
From his throne, he gestures to the Sheriff, "And, now..... Proceed, Sheriff." The Prince says as he relaxes in his chair, his attention on Abraham.
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=====================Abraham======================
Abraham glances toward the Prince as he enters the Elysium and nods to the Toreador as he ascends toward his seat. He waits while Luke and Olivier dispense with their pleasantries, waiting in the wings of the Prince's throne.
When all of that is completed, Abraham steps forward and looks toward the assembled Kindred. "For those who have not heard," the Brujah begins, his tone implying that few could not have heard by now, "last week, a three-pronged attack was executed at the forces of the Federal Bureau of Investigation." A pause. "The Camarilla, the Sabbat, and the Giovanni combined forces to strike three different locations in an attempt to cripple the Special Affairs Division in Houston." Another pause, then, "The attacks were all successful and both black site bases were functionally destroyed. Their Special Ops team was crippled, with the aid of the Giovanni and their Restless Dead allies. Not a few Kindred in this room are to thank for the success of this operation." He looks toward Trixie, Jason, Eddie, Ana, and David in turn. "But, this victory would not have been possible without the hard work of other Kindred in his Praxis. I extend my sincerest thanks and congratulations. I cannot see how SAD can carry on past this point, but we'll see what the future holds. I expect they're done."
A gesture is made toward the wings and ghoul emerges from the wings, carrying a silver tray. On it, are vellum scrolls that are sealed with red wax. They are passed out to Vormund, Trixie, Jason, Eddie, Ana, Olivier, and David. "An invitation to the Hunt, that I promised. Those who were chosen were those who did the most for this Praxis during the situation with SAD. You are free to refuse or not but the invitation is extended. It is a rare opportunity to hunt a unique quarry and to rid our Praxis of some nasty vermin in the meantime." Abe looks to the Prince and gives Ha-Joon a nod, indicating that he is completed his words.
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======================David=======================
David accepts the scroll and places it in his jacket pocket, seems he intends on waiting till after court to look it over.
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=====================Vormund======================
As the invitation is offered, Vormund takes the scroll and offers a nod as he does so, placing the scroll in his lap, also seemingly intending to wait for court to finish.
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=====================Vincent======================
Another rumble from Vincent, and a glance to Athalayah, but the gruff Gangrel adds nothing to the proceedings. He watches the scrolls get handed out, and shifts his weight to his other foot as he recrosses his arms in silence.
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=====================Olivier======================
Olivier pockets the scroll after a brief nod of acknowledgement in gratitude for receiving it. It would appear it is destined to be read later.
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======================Jason=======================
Jason accepts his scroll and holds it at his side as he continues to pay heed to the court proceedings.
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======================Eddie=======================
Taking the scroll, Eddie looks to it and then to Abraham. He offers a bow of his head and smile that says it all. He's definitely in. He'll tuck the scroll into his jacket pocket for the moment.
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=======================Murk=======================
Murk proudly looks over the group of people called out upon. He puffs up his chest and gives Eddie a fist thump to his left shoulder. Anyone else who helped bring the BIG BAD down, he nods their way.
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======================Trixie======================
Trixie's eyes light up as she reads over the invitation, a grin curling her lips as she closes it and looks pleased as she sits back.
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=====================Ha-Joon======================
The Prince stands from his throne and glances to the Sheriff to whom he gives an appreciative nod. He then glances out to the rest of the kindred, "Congratulations are in order! To all those who took part in aiding in the security of this Praxis and its inhabitants. To /all/ of the missions that took place." His eyes glance to Athalayah, though extremely brief. He then looks back to the rest of the Kindred. "And, it is with impeccable timing as I have received word that the Justicar will be returning to our fair city this time next week." A glance is given to David and Dove, "Rumor has it she will be accompanied by someone from Vienna." That is all he says on the matter before looking back to the rest. "I am aware her last visit was less then ..... agreeable.... I am hoping that with us bringing news that the situation with the Federal Bureau of Investigation has been dealt with and dealt with without us seeking aid from her or any others outside the city that she will be most... " Flourishing his hand, he searches for the word. "pleased." He says, offering a brief chuckle.
"That being said..." He then clasps his hands behind his back as he paces back and forth on the dais, "With this previous situation being dealt with, I want us to begin looking to the future and it means to be rid of this problem." Stops. About faces. Paces. "Most of our attention has been focused on this and now, I believe, it is time for us to bring back our focus to internal matters." He pauses, turns around and paces to the other side, "It should be our goal to further secure our influence over the nightly affairs of our glorious city. We have fought for it. We have shed blood for it. It is now time for us to dominate it." He pauses and looks back to the Kindred. "While we have lost some Kindred in this skirmish.... We have also gained." He pauses to look at the newer faces in the Praxis. "We are left with some of the strongest... " He glances to a few of the Kindred, "The bravest... and the most talented." Another pause, "Therefore, I want to see these skills and talents put forth in each of you working together with your clan to claim its dominance on your respective domains. You will work together in dominating, expanding and providing security for these domains until we are in such a position that there is nothing that occurs in said domain with you or your Primogen's notice." He offers a nod as though satisfied with what he says before he turns back to his throne. "I will allow questions regarding this."
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=====================Abraham======================
Abraham watches as the scrolls are passed out, one by one, then nods as the ghoul finishes. Then his attention shifts to the Prince as he continues to speak. His hands remain behind him, at parade rest, head canted vaguely to one side.
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=====================Olivier======================
Listening attentively, Olivier remains silent, watching for others who may have questions. Or whose faces betray aditional knowledge or insight that he may consider troubling later for his own information.
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=====================Vincent======================
"I've got a question," says Vincent from his place on the side of the Crimson Hall. He takes a step forward and narrows his eyes. "Last we spoke Your Grace, you told me you wouldn't allow the approval of a Primogen without the support of their Clan. Last I checked, Jason never got my support. I guess my question is, do your traditional ways go out the window when it comes to flea-bitten dogs like me? Or do you impose your will equally?"
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=======================Murk=======================
Murk appears ready to step off his rock pedestal cube. He lunges slightly forward as if ready to spread his wings in the split second it will take if another insult flies in the room. He growls toward Vincent with a deep rumble of dislike to his words used before all.
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=======================Dove=======================
Dove skulks in, likely unnoticed due to the situation unfolding before the dais. Her eyes remain fixed on the stage as she joins David Frost in the back, where the Tremere tend to lurk.
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======================Eddie=======================
While giving the Prince his attention, Eddie was pondering his words. Then Vincent speaks and Eddie looks in his direction, lips curling in a snarl. He looks to Murk and rests a hand on his arm.
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======================David=======================
David remains quiet his gaze narrowing as he eyes Vincent. He nods to Dove as she nears him.
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=====================Vormund======================
Instead of talking, Vormund stands up from his seat, placing the scroll inside his jacket, before his hands clasp in front of himself, his red eyes calm as they flick around to those agitated visibly. He doesn't move yet, but the Keeper does not have a casual demeanor now.
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=====================Olivier======================
As the accusation is tossedout, Olivier turns his attention to the Prince. He knows little of the politics but can tell the shift in the mood of the room, and his curiosity is aimed at how the Prince addresses the situation.
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=====================Abraham======================
As Dove enters, a ghoul with a silver tray runs up to her. On the silver tray is a rolled up vellum scroll that's been sealed with a red wax stamp. It is hers.
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=====================Isabella=====================
Isabella raises a brow as the question is asked. Things seem to be getting more and more intresting.
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=====================Ha-Joon======================
Ha-Joon leans back in his chair, a faint smirk playing across his lips as his piercing gaze settles on Vincent. The room falls silent as the Prince’s voice smooth yet cold, withamusement.
"Ah, Vincent. How charming of you to remind us all of your... unique perspective." He tilts his head slightly, as if considering something profoundly unimportant. "It’s true, I value tradition and the support of one’s clan. But let’s not overestimate the weight of your endorsement, shall we? After all, you’ve made it abundantly clear that you’re more of a spectator in these matters than a true player. Jason, unlike yourself, has earned the trust of this Praxis and, more importantly, has decided to not shirk my support. And while I do love to entertain questions, I do so with those who have earned the privilege of my attention."
Ha-Joon leans forward now, the smirk fading. "So, Vincent, if you wish to debate my impositions or insinuate favoritism, I suggest you first ensure your own standing is something more than an afterthought. Perhaps then, we might find your concerns worthy of discussion."
He waves a hand dismissively, the smile returning faintly as he leans back again. "Do feel free to continue observing, though. It seems to suit you."
"As to the matter of Primogen, that is something that should be discussed amongst the Clan and not brought into Court." He then looks back to Vincent, "But, I will issue this piece of advice, is it not wise that a Kindred stepped to the plate to ensure the Gangrel are heard amongst the other Primogen and are also present to protect your clan's interests?" He then shrugs and leans back in the seat. "Does that answer your question, Mr. Valdez?"
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=======================Dove=======================
Dove looks away from Vincent and the Prince to take the scroll, looking it over briefly before breaking the seal and unrolling it to read it quietly in the back.
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=======================Ana========================
Ana has been here the whole time. Truly. The fancied up Toreador has been quietly listening, accepting the scroll from Abe and then watching the Gangrel showdown with her scroll in her lap.
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=====================Vincent======================
"I get getting shot with a fucking anti-tank rifle to protect you all ain't enough. Neither is helping brainwash the fire chief with the Ventrue. Or ripping up SAD agents myself. You speak out both sides of your mouth, Prince--and you have the gall to say I haven't earned the trust of the Praxis?" He shakes his head. "Earn the privilege of my ass."
Vince pushes off the wall, passing by Murk. "Oh, can it Rock. Go play twiddly dicks with your Brujah fuck buddy."
Then to Jason, "Congrats, Cub."
After that, he's walking out the door.
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======================Jason=======================
Jason stands and pulls something out of his pocket, "My prince, if I may, I had met with Vincent that night before I submitted myself for the post of Primogen. He told me that he was considering the post and that was fine with me, as you may know we wanderer's pay less heed to the trappings as others do. But that evening as I was reaching the Elysium an owl dropped a note in my hand, this is that note, I have kept it all this time.....
'Decided not to accept Primogen from the Prince after all, despite his efforts in grooming me for the position. Don't want to be on the council of someone who disrespects our Clan. Know this though, I'm behind the Clan all the same. If the Prince relents, perhaps the Gangrel will return to the Praxis. Until then, I have a wild place for all of us to roam that doesn't smell like garbage. Meet me at the Sam Houston Park sometime.'
and after reading the note and seeing that Vincent had chosen to not pursue the posting I felt that the seat needed to be filled if for no other reason than to be sure Gangrel had a voice
=======================Dove=======================
Dove settles in and watches quietly with gleam in her eyes. She welcomes Adam with a smile, however, when he joins them in the back.
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=====================Abraham======================
As Jason reads the note from Vincent out loud, the always stoic Sheriff actually cracks a grin. Abe doesn't look at anyone involved in the conversation.
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=======================Luke=======================
Luke leans back in his seat, the faintest smirk curling at the corners of his lips as his green eyes flick between Vincent and the Prince. The tension in the room doesn't seem to faze him; instead, he appears almost amused, as if watching a particularly entertaining performance. His fingers move deftly in his lap, shuffling a deck of cards that seems to have appeared from nowhere, the soft whisk of the cards a subtle counterpoint to the rising tempers.
As Vincent's tirade reaches its peak, the Malkavian idly fans the deck with one hand, his gaze following the Gangrel's stormy exit. "Quite the dramatics," he murmurs with a wry grin. He slides a card out of the deck with a flick of his wrist and holds it up, a joker, its smirking face a silent commentary on the proceedings.
Sliding the card back into the deck with a practiced flourish, Luke turns his attention to Jason, raising an eyebrow as the younger Gangrel produces the note. Chuckling softly with a shake of his head, he returns to shuffling and pulling cards from the deck.
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=====================Vincent======================
"Mmmhmm," says Vincent to Jason as he reads the note. "This was after he -reprimanded- me for helping take out an elite SAD strike team. Disrespected me, after I gave my all. But I didn't get a scroll for that. I just got a talking to, and stepped over as usual. I ain't offended. But I also ain't waiting around for another slice of whatever it is he's serving. He wants yes men, then he'll get 'em. But hopefully not with you." A nod to the younger Gangrel, and he continues walking out.
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======================Eddie=======================
If it weren't for the Swear Jar, Eddie'd probably have some words for him as well. There's a vein popping out on his forehead he's trying to so hard to keep it together.
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=======================Adam=======================
Adam walks inside. He bows his head respectfully to the Prince then makes his way to one of the backseats.
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=======================Luke=======================
Luke leans back in his seat, the faintest smirk curling at the corners of his lips as his green eyes flick between Vincent and the Prince. The tension in the room doesn't seem to faze him; instead, he appears almost amused, as if watching a particularly entertaining performance. His fingers move deftly in his lap, shuffling a deck of cards that seems to have appeared from nowhere, the soft whisk of the cards a subtle counterpoint to the rising tempers.
As Vincent's tirade reaches its peak, the Malkavian idly fans the deck with one hand, his gaze following the Gangrel's stormy exit. "Quite the dramatics," he murmurs with a wry grin. He slides a card out of the deck with a flick of his wrist and holds it up, a joker, its smirking face a silent commentary on the proceedings.
Sliding the card back into the deck with a practiced flourish, Luke turns his attention to Jason, raising an eyebrow as the younger Gangrel produces the note. Chuckling softly with a shake of his head, he returns to shuffling and pulling cards from the deck.
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=====================Vincent======================
"Mmmhmm," says Vincent to Jason as he reads the note. "This was after he -reprimanded- me for helping take out an elite SAD strike team. Disrespected me, after I gave my all. But I didn't get a scroll for that. I just got a talking to, and stepped over as usual. I ain't offended. But I also ain't waiting around for another slice of whatever it is he's serving. He wants yes men, then he'll get 'em. But hopefully not with you." A nod to the younger Gangrel, and he continues walking out.
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======================Eddie=======================
If it weren't for the Swear Jar, Eddie'd probably have some words for him as well. There's a vein popping out on his forehead he's trying to so hard to keep it together.
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=======================Adam=======================
Adam smiles to both Dove and David when they join him in the back.
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======================Trixie======================
Trixie mere just glances at Vincent's words, lightly shaking her head at his response to the Prince's words. Amusement briefly crosses her face at Luke's words before she returns to her usual, poised demeanor.
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=======================Murk=======================
Murk speaks up, and his gravelling voice carries throughout the chamber. "Ignorant Pup. Before I became this body of hard stone - I was told I was once Gangrel longer than you have walked this earth. IF anyone can tell you to shut it in this room, it is ME. But don't worry pup, I'll come find you next the sun rises and we'll discuss this twiddly dick mouth of yours."
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=====================Vormund======================
There's a quiet look to Murk at the words; a slight narrowing of his eyes, but Vormund doesn't move from where he is yet, simply observing for now still as he looks back to Vincent and Jason as they converse.
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======================Sonja=======================
Sonja steps into the room, making her way towards the dais. She inclines her head towards the Prince before moving to take her seat, hands folding in her lap.
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======================Jason=======================
Jason nods towards Vincent, "Ill do my best to not simply be a yes man, but I will say yes when it makes sense. All that aside, I am still looking forward to visiiting you at some point out in the park lands. It will be good to visit the wilderness again, erase some of the city for at least a time.", he nods to the Prince and re-takes his seat.
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=====================Ha-Joon======================
Ha-Joon looks unphased by Vincent's words as he watches the Gangrel walk to the door. "So, now I have disrespected the Gangrel, have I?" He cants his head to the side, a smirk on his lips. "I have never issued disrespect to any of the Clans present." He pauses, "I can not speak for every Kindred of this Praxis nor can I speak for any kindred that sit upon my council. While you may have proven yourself in defending this Praxis, there is still your standing within this Praxis - Something that I do not control, Mr. Valdez, only you do and your efforts to improve your standing amongst the Kindred of this Praxis has been..... mediocre.... at best."
He now stands, glancing around the room. "It is true, I thought that Vincent Valdez of Clan Gangrel had merit and thus I sought to aid him in improving his standing amongst the Kindred of this Praxis." He then glances back to Vincent, "But, it would seem that by disagreeing with him proves that I now speak out of both sides of my mouth." He shrugs, shaking his head. "It has become quite apparent, Mr. Valdez, that you take issue with how our society works." He steps closer to the edge of the dais.
He offers a quick glance to Athalayah before returning his gaze to Vincent.
"Perhaps a lesson in etiquette and decorum are in order." He looks to Athalayah, "My dear Athalayah, Alastor of Clan Assamite...." He looks back to Vincent, "I would like you to see to Mr. Valdez and perhaps educate him in what it means to disrespect the Prince in open court. For he is not to return to this Elysium until he understands what it means to be a Kindred of the Camarilla." He shrugs and waves a hand dismissively, stopping mid way. "That is not a request, Mr. Valdez, that is an order. Ignore it and reap the consequences of disobeying me."
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=======================Murk=======================
Murk looks like he was about to grumble more things but simmers down once another shark in the room is released. He grimaces slightly but he leans toward the row of chairs he's near upon his perched block. His stone nostrils flare when he eyes Vormund for a split second.
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=======================Dove=======================
At the back, Dove murmurs in conversation with David and Adam. The Tremere seem to be having their own conversation about the matter, discussing it with mild distaste, and maybe a little smarminess.
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======================Eddie=======================
Eddie cracks his neck and reaches up to pat Murk on the arm. He leans in to speak quietly to him.
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=====================Vormund======================
His eyes finally look to Vincent, now staring, "Sheriff, Vincent of the Gangrel is now considered barred from Elysium once court is done until such time as I am informed he is suitable to return." Vormund informs Abraham without taking his eyes off Vincent, "If he attempts violation, forceful detainment is authorized to bring him to me."
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====================Athalayah=====================
Athalayah inclines her head gracefully, her expression composed and unreadable, save for the faint gleam of amusement in her eyes. She steps forward slightly, acknowledging the Prince's command with a serene smile. "As you wish, Praetor, so shall it be. Mr. Valdez will come to understand the gravity of his actions," she replies smoothly, her voice carrying just enough edge to suggest the lesson will be both thorough and memorable. After offering a respectful fist over heart salute to Ha-Joon she follows Vincent out of the court with an air of quiet satisfaction, her steps purposeful, a pleased curve to her lips hinting at her anticipation for the task ahead.
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=====================Abraham======================
Abraham nods to Vormund as the Nosferatu speaks to him about Vincent now being barred from Elysium. It is a short, curt nod, his face set and serious as such a task demands. His gaze drifts to Athalayah and Vincent leave the Elysium.
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=======================Murk=======================
Murk hears Eddie say something quietly to him but he tries to respond back. Unfortunately, Gargoyles aren't great at whispering back. "We have dungeons." He nods back, watching the other two walk out now.
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=====================Vincent======================
"Maybe, maybe not," responds Vincent to Murk. He doesn't shirk away at the threat, in fact seems animated by it. Finally, someone with some grit. It's plastered all over his pointy grin.
"Not so long ago, I stood ready to die before I gave my blood to a mad Tremere because of what happened to your Clan so long ago. Before it was a Clan--when you, and two other lineages were torn and reformed into what you've become. I didn't want it tested and experimented on. For history to repeat itself. I weep for what was done to you. I'd fight to not let it happen again and tear at the gates of Ceoris just like my ancestors. Can you say the same about the Brujah? Be careful what friends you keep, for it was your 'friend' who was ready to have me drained and tested at the Tremere's behest." A thumb to Eddie, with no eye contact. A little old-timey intonation slipped out there, but it dissipates.
"If you want to know who I am, then I'll show you. And maybe I can get to know you without this lamprey on your shoulder. If I've misjudged you, we'll figure it out."
To the Prince he shrugs a shoulder. "I'm no dog to be tamed, and you better not expect me to do fucking tricks. Luckily for you, I like Jason. I support his bid for Primogen." Then Vince walks out with Atha.
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======================Sonja=======================
The Seneschal glances around as the conversation continues, catching herself up as best she can. It seems to be enough, because there's a sigh and a shake of her head, glancing from the Prince to Vincent. There's no look of surprise as he's banned from Elysium, just a frown as she watches him being escorted out by Athalayha.
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=======================Murk=======================
Murk does have grit. He looks down between his legs, and makes a show of it that he doesn't have a dick. He's more stone beast than man. He lifts one clawed hand and just shrugs. But his deadly grin following Vincent out of the room is precious. "I chose this body to kill our enemies more efficiently. I am Valmuren and the Valmuren are me. I am no slave." He holds his head high. The Gargoyle looks at the Prince, "His whining is terrrrrrrrrrrible." He groans. "Everyone knows he's the worst politician in the room. Helena told me so. Otherwise, he'd not be calling me twiddly dicks with Eddie." He harrrumphs!
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=======================Luke=======================
Luke watches Vincent's fiery exit with raised eyebrows and a slow, deliberate shuffle of his ever-present deck of cards. He lets the silence linger just long enough for the tension to dissipate before leaning slightly forward, his voice pitched just loud enough for those nearby to hear.
"Shame he won't do tricks," Luke quips, flipping a card between his fingers with practiced ease. "I had a leash in mind and everything. Tasteful, of course. Silver to match the decor." He flicks the card into the air and catches it deftly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Though I suppose it's hard to teach an old dog new politics."
He shrugs lightly, slipping the card back into the deck with a flourish, his expression one of exaggerated sympathy. "Ah well, at least we're all blessed with his parting wisdom. Truly, the Elysium is poorer without him."
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=======================Dove=======================
All this talk about the Tremere, and what they did. Or may do. Or will do. Dove gives Vincent a dark smile as he retreats. "See you later, maybe."
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======================Eddie=======================
A look to Sonja, Eddie's about in tears right now. His jaw is clenched and he looks to those speaking. He growls when Vincent talks about him. Nope, it's all he can do to hold his tongue.
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=====================Ha-Joon======================
The Prince watches Vincent leave, his expression calm and unreadable at first. Then, with a slight shrug, he glances sidelong at the Seneschal, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The moment lingers just long enough to suggest amusement before he turns his attention back to the gathered Kindred, his demeanor shifting seamlessly to one of measured authority.
"Now," he begins, his tone sharp yet composed, "before we are annoyingly interrupted again, I have a few announcements to share regarding positions that must be filled within the Praxis." He pauses, his gaze sweeping the room to ensure he has everyone's attention.
"First," he continues, "we are in need of a Chancellor—a role vital to the smooth functioning of our Praxis." His tone is deliberate, each word carrying weight. "Additionally, given that the duties of a Primogen must take precedence over those of Keeper of Elysium, we are now seeking a Kindred who can fully dedicate their time and evenings to the position of Keeper of this Elysium."
He gestures subtly toward Primogen Wulfgar, his expression softening slightly. "While Primogen Wulfgar has served admirably in this capacity, providing unmatched security and steadfast service, it is time to appoint someone who can devote themselves exclusively to the role. Let it be clear," he adds, his tone firm, "that the office of Keeper extends beyond ensuring safety. It requires a vision and commitment to maintaining the sanctity, elegance, and tradition of this sacred space."
Another brief pause. "Those interested in the role are encouraged to speak directly with Primogen Wulfgar for further guidance."
The Prince shifts his stance slightly, allowing the gravity of his words to settle before continuing. "Finally, I wish to announce a unique position within this Praxis—a Kindred to serve as Ambassador to the various supernatural factions of Houston." His voice takes on an almost cautionary edge. "This is no small task. The individual who assumes this mantle must possess an extraordinary talent for diplomacy and a keen ability to navigate the labyrinth of political intrigue inherent in such dealings. It is a role that requires patience, finesse, and a certain... resilience."
With that, the Prince leans back ever so slightly, his gaze sweeping over the room once more. "Those who feel they are suited for this responsibility should make themselves known to the Seneschal."
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=====================Olivier======================
To say that Olivier's interest when the Prince speaks of the last position was written acros shis face would be an understatement. His eyes drift over towards the Seneschal briefly, as if already beginning to formulate a potential statement, before looking back towards the Prince.
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=====================Vormund======================
As court begins again, Vormund moves to take a seat, not interrupting when he is mentioned, simply bringing his eyes over the court to gauge those who may look his way.
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======================Sonja=======================
Sonja lifts her hand lightly, acknowledging the bit of apoplexy that Eddie is enduring. She moves her shoulders lightly as the Prince looks her way and seems rather done with the whole thing, "Well, you know how Old Yeller ended up." is all she says before quieting while he makes his announcement. As those interested in the positions are pointed her way she adds. "You can either leave a missive for my office or make an appointment, whichever works best for you."
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=====================Alucard======================
Amid a lull in the conversation, all the Kindred in the room would feel the hairs on the back of their neck and arms begin to stand on end. A tingle on the skin. Then, a sudden flash of light from the ceiling and what can only be described as a 'beam' of light that looks a lot like a pillar from heaven or something, materializes into thin air. It is purplish in color and flecked in dark black pools that seem to mirror the utter darkness of the void. The 'beam' is gone in a flash, and in its place, stands a tall, serious, handsome man in an impeccable black and white suit. He looks to be in his 40s, with salt and pepper hair that is greying at the edges. He wears a pair of dark sunglasses and for all of it, looks like he was straight out of the Men In Black movie, save that move didn't come out until 1997. He appears to have materialized right into the middle of the isle, a bit of smoke seeming to float up from his form as he looks around.
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=====================Ha-Joon======================
Rising smoothly to his feet, the Prince steps forward, his commanding presence filling the room. His piercing gaze shifts between Sonja and Abraham before snapping toward the source of the disturbance. Without hesitation, several ghouls move into position, forming a protective line in front of their Prince as they draw their weapons.
Remaining just behind the line of his loyal retainers, the Prince’s hand reaches out with an unexpected gentleness, clasping Sonja’s arm and drawing her closer to his side. His grip is firm but reassuring, a silent gesture of both protection and command.
Fixing his eyes on the intruder, his voice cuts through the air, resonant and unyielding. "Name yourself," he demands, the words carrying the weight of his authority. The bellow echoes through the chamber, daring the trespasser to respond.
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=====================Vormund======================
"Security!" Vormund snaps, "Stand by, but be prepared for anything." Vormund goes from sitting to standing immediately. His dry voice has a clear authority to it now as he watches the stranger, noting with a side glance to the ghouls as the Prince is protected, his red eyes going back to the stranger.
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======================Eddie=======================
With the retreat of Vincent, Eddie can slowly start to relax some. He's trying to Feng his Shui as the column of light happens. Seeing someone standing there, Eddie gets up and moves to stand between the Prince and whoever this can be. His hands ball into fists and he seems poised to react should it be necessary.
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======================David=======================
David stands as the stranger materializes, he turns to Vormund. "Permission to use disciplines?"
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=====================Abraham======================
Abraham watches as the light appears and this man literally beams his way into the Elysium. His reaction is fast, real fast -- he already has his hand on his pistol and moved so fast to stand in front of Ha-Joon's throne that if someone blinked, they'd missed it. His face is set and serious, but he has not drawn his weapon yet. The Brujah has placd himself between the new arrival and Ha-Joon.
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=======================Dove=======================
Dove was murmuring pleasantly with David and Adam, but as the room goes tingly, the palpable magick and the appearance of the MiB drains the smirk from her face. She stands with David and readies to engage --- she seems the type to use disciplines and ask permission later.
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======================Sonja=======================
Sonja starts to rise to her feet as the light appears, so when Ha-Joon reaches for her she's already partway; having started in his direction as well. She doesn't object or move against the hold he takes on her arm, simply resting her hand on top of his as she moves next to him. Does she try and crowd a little in front of him? Yes, but it's in his ball-court if she succeeds.
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=====================Olivier======================
Up into a stance, Olivier seems poised to do ... something. His eyes linger upon the intruder, watching as others race into action.
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=====================Vormund======================
"Self defense only if the stranger initiates hostilities. Elysium has NOT been broken yet." Vormund barks.
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=======================Adam=======================
Adam stands up witih David and Dove. "If permission is granted for us to use our powers, I'll need a moment to warm up, then the real magic shall happen."
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=======================Murk=======================
Murk pulls his jagged bladed weapon from his spindley looking backside in between the spikes and horned protrusions. It was hard to tell he even had one as it camouflages in with his own stone hide. He launches off the stone block as his wingspan ignites outward and he pairs off with the beamed in man. The Gargoyle is now standing in full height at a 90 degree angle from where Abraham now is defensively holding position.
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======================David=======================
David, nods to the Keeper as he moves through the isle to get closer in case he is needed.
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======================Trixie======================
Trixie remains in her seat, for now. Her eyes a fixated on the stranger but she is on her guard just in case she does have to get self defensive. She sits up a bit straighter.
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=====================Alucard======================
The man in the dark suit looks to be doing nothing threatening apart from appearing. He looks at all the vampires readying themselves and keeps his hands at his sides. He looks to Vormund. "Wise." His voice is a deep, calm one. "I am not here to harm any," his gaze settles on Ha-Joon, "Kindred of the Camarilla. I am, Agent Drake, and I was sent here on behalf of an organization which seeks to see a cessation of the violence between the vampires of Houston and the Special Affairs Division." His gaze drifts from Ha-Joon to the others that stand to his left and right. "There has been enough blood shed in this city so far. Believe it or not, we value your Masquerade as much as you do, and this violence threatens to shatter that thin veil that leaves them all in ignorance."
"Prince Ha-Joon," the man says softly, speaking to Ha-Joon, "Will you stop your efforts against the Special Affairs Division and the FBI agents here in Houston? In exchange, I can assure you that the FBI will bother you all no longer. That is, unless your kind fail to keep themselves a secret again. In that case, I cannot guarantee anyone's continued safety. My organization's patience was worn thin with this latest series of events. But, even though we have calculated there is a ninety-nine percent chance that we could wipe you all out with minimal losses, there is a sixty-eight percent chance of significant risk to the Consensus to do so." He adds, "Therefore .. I am here to offer you terms."
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=======================Ana========================
Ana waits. Watching the stranger, her leg still crossed over another. There's an arch of her brow as she listens.
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=====================Ha-Joon======================
The Prince’s gaze shifts to Sonja, one brow arching in subtle curiosity before he returns his attention to Agent Drake. His expression remains composed, yet the intensity in his eyes betrays a keen interest. "Speak your terms," he says, his voice calm but edged with authority. He steps forward deliberately, his movements measured and purposeful. Straightening his posture, he locks his piercing gaze onto the man, his presence radiating quiet dominance as he awaits the response.
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======================David=======================
David pauses short of getting into the man's personal space, looking to the Sheriff. His hands lace behing his back as he waits.
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======================Sonja=======================
The Seneschal's face remains blank, though she slants a look at Ha-Joon as he speaks to the interloper. She doesn't seem keen on him moving forward though, so she moves with him but remains the step behind showing support rather than trying to body block further. Her focus remains sharply on the unwelcome visitor, waiting for him to step out of line.
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=====================Alucard======================
Drake remains in the same spot that he first appeared. "You will end all hostilities against the FBI and it's associated officers. The legal cases will be settled, with generous payouts to the affected parties. The city officers will be pacified and no longer care as much for this cause as they did before. You will retore and repair any breaches to your Masquerade that remain. Quietly and cleanly." That was clearly the end of the Camarilla's terms. "We will agree to remove the threat of the Special Affairs Division from this city. We will also expunge any remaining records of your identity from the bureau's systems. Those agents who know anything will no longer remember what they knew of you. We will ensure that the government complies with settling any outstanding cases you provoked." The agent goes quiet as that is clearly the terms that he is offering here.
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=====================Ha-Joon======================
Ha-Joon looks from Sonja for a moment as he leans over to whisper to her.
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=====================Abraham======================
Abraham remains stock still as Agent Drake speaks. His gaze never leaves the man. His body does not move but there is a coiled nature about him that implies he could at any moment. He's watching the agent's movements carefully.
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=======================Dove=======================
Dove listens, her amber eyes curious as the corners of her lips rise ever so slightly.
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======================Sonja=======================
Sonja's eyebrow arches and she leans in to say something to Ha-Joon in return. There's a faint pursing of her lips as she does.
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======================Eddie=======================
Eddie also stands between the Agent and Ha-Joon. His eyes always on the target, waiting for him to flinch wrong.
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=======================Luke=======================
Luke rises slowly from his seat, his movements calm and deliberate, as though the chaos unfolding around him were nothing more than an unexpected flourish in an otherwise rehearsed performance. His green eyes flicker toward the mysterious figure materializing in the aisle.
With practiced ease, he shuffles the cards once, twice, the rhythmic sound soft but deliberate as it cuts through the tense silence. A single card slips free, dancing between his fingers before he flips it outward with a sharp wrist snap. It arcs gracefully in the air before landing neatly back in his palm. The whole time, his eyes are on the Agent.
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=====================Ha-Joon======================
Ha-Joon nods his head at Sonja before looking back to Drake. "There is one addendum to these terms. The SAD agents took one of ours and turn her into a spy. We would require her to be returned to us to be dealt with." He comments, his voice confident in its request.
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=======================Luke=======================
Luke rises slowly from his seat, his movements calm and deliberate, as though the chaos unfolding around him were nothing more than an unexpected flourish in an otherwise rehearsed performance. His green eyes flicker toward the mysterious figure materializing in the aisle.
With practiced ease, he shuffles the cards once, twice, the rhythmic sound soft but deliberate as it cuts through the tense silence. A single card slips free, dancing between his fingers before he flips it outward with a sharp wrist snap. It arcs gracefully in the air before landing neatly back in his palm. The whole time, his eyes are on the Agent.
"Your Grace," he begins, his tone smooth but edged with a quiet seriousness. There is a change as he continues; his tone becomes more monotone, almost as if he's reading or seeing something beyond. "Our guest may appear human, but he's far from ordinary... superhuman, almost. It's something I've never quite seen before." He flicks his green eyes briefly toward Drake before continuing, his words measured. "He isn't alone. There are allies or resources positioned nearby, likely ready to act at a moment's notice. And as for his warning about the ninety-nine percent chance of wiping us out?" The Malkavian pauses pauses, letting the weight of his words settle. "I don't think he's bluffing. He believes it, and frankly, I do too."
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===================Barbara Ann====================
Barbara Ann tilts her head as she moves closer to her sire as she listens - she whispers to him softly
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=====================Alucard======================
Agent Drake does not smile. He never has so far. He's a stoic, cold. But there is something about the way that he replies to Ha-Joon that seems to be amused. "Ah, Anya Isabella Lacroix-Duchen. A traitor to your kind. She is in Philadelphia, under a new name. The Prince there has taken her in and she has already provided more valuable intel to the agency. Kindred have died because of her already." His eyes remain unreadable behind his glasses. "I could have her in Houston with a phone call. But can the Camarilla offer anything in return?" A gesture is made toward the Prince, "Certainly the childe of a Justicar can make it worth our time? After all, we are giving up a valuable asset, even if she's a traitor." Luke speaking up just gets a glance from the agent. He says nothing more on it as the Malkavian strengthens his bargaining position further with his words.
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=====================Abraham======================
The mention of Anya's name and the fact that even more Kindred have died because of her gets a set of Abraham's jaw as the finger on the handle of his gun twitches, a finger tapping on the hammer of the pistol. He clearly is not happy to hear that. He looks from the agent to Ha-Joon and then back again, then over at Luke as he speaks up about the agent's assets and intentions. He remains quiet.
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=======================Dove=======================
"These so-called magicians have their weaknesses, your Grace." Dove offers, to counter Luke's assessment. "Their statistical methodologies is one of them. They seem shackled by their own static philosophies. And maybe they have advanced technology, but they won't risk a 68% chance that we blow their consensus to all hell."
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=====================Ha-Joon======================
Ha-Joon looks over to Luke, nodding to the kindred for a moment before he looks back to Drake. Ha-Joon’s expression remains calm, his tone measured and deliberate as he leans forward slightly, letting his presence dominate the space without effort. His gaze locks onto Agent Drake, steady and unwavering.
“Agent Drake,” Ha-Joon begins, his voice sharp and cold as winter steel, “I acknowledge the value of what you are offering. A traitor, yes, but let us not overestimate the capacity of Anya Isabella Lacroix-Duchen. Her betrayal may have caused disruption, but that is not a reflection of her intelligence. It is merely proof that even a dull blade can wound if wielded in the right hands.
“Let me be clear: Anya lacks the brain capacity to be anything more than a temporary nuisance. Whatever intel she has provided your agency is fleeting at best and shallow at worst. She operates on borrowed time, a pawn deluded into thinking she is a queen. Do not mistake her brief utility for genuine capability. She will unravel, as all such weak links do, and when she does, the consequences will be felt most acutely by those who rely on her.”
He lets a moment of silence fall, a calculated pause to draw attention to his next words.
“The question isn’t whether we can make it worth your time. The question is whether you and your agency truly want to wager what happens if Anya Duchen continues to operate freely. Her so-called insights may have some value now, but how long before her existence becomes a liability—to you? To the agency? To Philadelphia’s Prince, whose naivete already puts him on shaky ground with his peers? The Masquerade is fragile, and Kindred patience even more so. A few poorly chosen moves, and your ‘asset’ may become your downfall.”
He straightens, allowing his presence to grow heavier.
“And should you require further assurances, my Justicar will not overlook such cooperation. Madame Guil has a long memory when it comes to those who strengthen the Praxis.”Ha-Joon leans back, his posture more relaxed now but still commanding.
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=====================Ha-Joon======================
Ha-Joon says, “Of course, if your agency prefers to gamble its position on the whims of a second-rate traitor whose competence is questionable at best, I won’t stop you. But the Camarilla does not reward hesitation. Nor does it forgive miscalculation. Nor, am I willing to bet, is your institution.”
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======================David=======================
David continues to stand his ground as the Agent and Prince negotiate.
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=====================Olivier======================
Olivier also simply observes, quietly.
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=====================Alucard======================
"True," Agent Drake says, looking to Dove, "But, I would advise against playing brinksmanship with us, Tremere. Killing only half of you would reduce that chance to thirty-three point six two precent. And, I assure you that your kind would come to terms in the face of such .. inevitable odds. Terms that would likely be less generous than what is offered here tonight. In truth, you value your skins too much to endure true, prolonged suffering. In truth, to get me here to offer terms was an effort that some did not want. Fortunately, cooler heads prevailed. For now, at least." He quiets as Ha-Joon speaks, listening him.
He considers for a moment and gives a reply, "Not us, Prince Ha-Joon. The Special Affairs Division. You do not fully understand what I represent and that is fine. It is better that way. Your wayward child is no more threat to the people I represent than a single ant is to you. If her incompetence caused the collapse of your Court in Philadelphia it would do the world a service. Better to be rid of your kind than to see them continue to plague this world." A finger is raised. "But, in the interest of the terms that I am trying to facilitate, at some point in the future, we will come calling to you and your Kindred and ask for a favor. It will be our expectation that you all will do your best to honor that."
"Are we agreed?" Agent Drake says, "If we are, then I will see to have Miss Duchen-Lacroix delivered to you within twenty four hours." He waits on the Prince.
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======================Sonja=======================
Sonja's lips purse lightly again and she leans back over to Ha-Joon before straightening up and folding her arms.
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=====================Olivier======================
The negotiatior in Olivier wants to scream a warning to the Prince, no doubt one that he is already familiar with. He looks towards Sonja as she offers her counsel. While the new Ventrue has no real concept of Anya and her history, he knows the incredible potency of a 'favor to be redeemed later'.
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=====================Ha-Joon======================
“You speak of ants, Agent Drake, yet you offer terms that suggest you recognize the necessity of dealing with those who hold the power to shape the world from the shadows. Let us not pretend you are doing this out of benevolence or disdain for Kindred. Your ‘interest’ in these terms serves your agency’s goals as much as ours—perhaps more. But I will indulge your theatrics for now.” Ha-Joon straightens, his tone sharpening like a blade.
“Understand this: we will honor your favor if it falls within the bounds of what is reasonable and does not compromise the integrity of the Masquerade or the Camarilla. My Kindred are not pawns to be moved at your whim, nor will I allow you to exploit this agreement to further your own ambitions unchecked. A favor, yes—but one that will be weighed carefully, with the understanding that our cooperation is not given lightly.”
He pauses, letting the gravity of his words sink in before continuing.
Ha-Joon leans back, his expression unreadable. “Are we agreed, Agent Drake? Or shall we continue posturing?"
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=======================Dove=======================
Drake's warning hits a wall with the Tremere Primogen, demonstrating her overconfidence flaw, if nothing else. Dove smiles softly, but doesn't interfere further, as the Prince seems ready to seal the deal.
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=====================Alucard======================
"The Kindred are not the only ones who are shaping this world, Prince Ha-Joon," Drake says in a deadpan voice. One would swear they see a flicker of red behind his glasses as he tips them downward just a bit. "We also are an organization who understands the value of not sacrificing your principals. Paradigms exist for a reason. You serve your purpose and we would ask you to do no more, no less." There is a moment that he considers the rest of his words.
Finally, the Agent says, "We are agreed." His gaze moves around to the room as he says, "Thank you for your cooperation. Good evening." And then, with a tap of his hand to a small silver ball on his jacket lapel, there is a flash of light once again as the 'beam' shoots down from the ceiling above his head, engulfs him and in a flash, the spot that Drake stood is empty, smoking from the floor.
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=====================Ha-Joon======================
Ha-Joon glances over to Sonja and then to the rest of the kindred as he moves back to his throne. "Well...... That could have gone a lot worse." He then looks over to Luke, arching an eyebrow. "The wisdom you spoke of.... how did you know it?" He asks the new Malkavian as he sits down, his eyes moving to Olivier. "What do you think of the agreement?" He asks, crossing his legs over one another, his eyes flicking to Sonja as he nods to her.
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=====================Abraham======================
Abraham watches as the beam comes down once again and whisks the suited agent off to god-knows-where. He narrows his eyes and relaxes his hand at his pistol as he sees the spot is now empty but he does not move from where he has stood, as if he half expected the guy to teleport back in again. Finally, a glance over his shoulder as he nods to the Prince, "Now, it finally seems to be over."
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=====================Vormund======================
As the beam comes back down, Vormund stares at it, then at the ceiling, before he dryly mutters loud enough for most of the world to hear, "just what I needed to deal with, star trek teleporters in the middle of court." He brings up a hand to his forehead and rubs it, the gaunt, stretched skin barely moving from the effort before he waves at security, "do a sweep of the building and check for issues. Bring anything out of the ordinary to me at once."
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======================Sonja=======================
Sonja makes a non-commital sound under her breath as the man blinks out as easily as he blinks in. She follows the Prince's look towards the two new faces, at least to her, before finally following after to sit down in the seat next to him. An arm rests on her chair as she settles in, one hand propping up her chin. Her expression remains blank, if slightly thoughtful as she looks out over the Court.
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=======================Luke=======================
Luke steps forward slightly, his usual casual demeanor giving way to a composed seriousness, though the faint curve of a smile still lingers at the edges of his lips. He inclines his head respectfully before speaking. "Your Grace, let's just say that our clan has its... peculiar ways of seeing threads others might miss. Patterns in the chaos. Cutting through the mundane to see the real of things." He taps his temple lightly as if to emphasize his point. "Sometimes it strikes when needed." Looking at Trixie, he offers her a polite bow of the head, an acknowledgment that she knows.
His gaze shifts briefly to where Drake had vanished, his green eyes narrowing slightly as he continues, "I pieced together what I could from his demeanor, words, and a little intuition. The way he carried himself and his confidence suggested he wasn't bluffing. The presence of backup wasn't hard to guess either, given his calculated manner. Men like that don't walk into a den of Kindred without a safety net. But when I know, I know..."
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=======================Dove=======================
"Seems they found a place for us on the ark after all." Dove adds, with a smirk, clearly finding it amusing. "I don't think their pithy Markov chain analysis on the evidence they had could even begin to prepare them for the likes of Madam Guil and our other elders."
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=====================Olivier======================
Considering the Prince's question, Olivier nods slowly. "I think you handled it as best as you could, Your Grace. An open ended favor poses significant threat, but I believe that not only did you add sufficient caveats upon it to protect yourself and the Praxis on first blush, but that will also give enough latitude in the future to evade favors that are distatesteful, with some clever connecting of the favor to harm." Olivier nods. "The devil is sometimes in the details, and any details can be manipulated to your benefit."
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=====================Ha-Joon======================
Ha-Joon nods his head and glances around, standing as he approaches the end of the Dais. "One good thing has come from this. This situation is FINALLY over. So, let us rejoice in that." He announces to the kindred.
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======================Sonja=======================
Sonja looks from Luke to Olivier, the same expression on her face for both. Despite Ha-Joon's declaration of such, she seems to be more reserved in her feelings on the matter. She straightens up in her seat as he moves from his, but seems less inclined to count chickens just yet.
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=====================Abraham======================
Abraham moves from his position in front of Ha-Joon, finally. His hand is now firmly removed from his gun. "I suspect we saw the true owners of the cyborg that you all faced in the black site," the elder quietly observes and of how the Special Affairs Division got the advanced technology they had in their possession." A glance to Dove. "I am very confident in my abilities, Primogen Voltari, but I am unsure that is a fight any of us want. Thankfully, we will not have it. Not today at least." He resumes his spot in the shadow of the Prince's throne.
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======================David=======================
David relaxes a bit and makes his way back up to his Clanmates.
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