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| Date of Scene: 02 February 2025 <br>
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| Location: Elysium<br>
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| Synopsis: Camarilla Court <br>
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| The Prince’s Courtroom is an imposing and meticulously designed chamber that exudes authority and gravitas, setting the tone for the weighty decisions and declarations made within. The room is expansive, with high ceilings that emphasize its grandeur, and the walls are clad in dark, polished wood panels, inlaid with subtle silver accents that form intricate, almost imperceptible motifs of Kindred lore. Warm, ambient lighting emanates from chandeliers designed to mimic a ring of suspended candles, casting flickering shadows that give the space an air of timeless dignity.
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| At the head of the room, a raised dais commands attention. Upon it sits an ornate throne, carved from rich ebony wood and upholstered in deep crimson velvet, its high back adorned with silver filigree in the shape of intertwining roses and thorns. The throne is flanked by two smaller yet equally regal chairs, reserved for trusted advisors or favored Kindred. Behind the dais, double doors of heavy, dark wood lead to private offices and the council chamber, their surfaces engraved with the Camarilla’s insignia.
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| The seating for attendees is arranged in an amphitheater style, with curved rows of leather-bound chairs that ensure clear lines of sight to the dais. Each chair is finely crafted, offering understated comfort while maintaining the formal atmosphere. A polished stone floor, veined with streaks of silver, reflects the soft lighting, and a long, plush rug in crimson and black runs from the entrance to the dais, guiding all eyes to the Prince’s seat. The room is a masterpiece of form and function, its every element reinforcing the power and control of the Prince while providing a space for Kindred to witness and participate in the politics of the night.
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| Eddie 0s Bruiser in a Business Suit.
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| Vain 1m Imposing figure with wings and horns
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| Giancarlo 2m Handsome older Italian man in a suit.
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| Olivier 15m A tall man with intense eyes.
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| Veronica 37s Badass black gal in a silk wrap
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| Sonja 4m Tall redhead, usually serious.
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| David 2m Tallish man with dark hair and steel blue eyes.
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| Abraham 4m 5'10", handsome, deathly pale with onyx eyes.
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| Vormund 2m Red eyes, grey gaunt skin, stretched.
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| Ha-Joon 2m A tall, slender Asian man with hunter green eyes
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| Luke 2m A tattooed man with dark hair.
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| Isabella 36m Brown long hair, 5'6" toned body build
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| Trixie 1h Early 20's Hippie Chick
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| Prince's Office <PO> Patio <P> Primogen Council <PC> Keeper's Office <K> Sheriff's Office <Sh> Seneschal's Office <Sen> Out <O>
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| ===================================Eddie===================================
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| It's time for court! Tonight, Eddie's not wearing a suit. He's dressed for the club or some other nightly activities. He looks around as he makes his way to his usual seat. He settles in and folds his hands in his lap. His usual smile is subdued tonight, his expression mostly neutral.
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| ===================================David===================================
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| David has arrived early as per usual, though rather than his usual seat in the back of the room, he has set himself up where the Primogen normally sit.
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| The Seneschal walks out of her office, closing the door behind her. She approaches the dais and waits, her hand coming to rest on the back of her chair.
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| =================================Veronica==================================
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| Veronica enters the auditorium-styled chamber with a measured grace, each step deliberate yet effortless, the flowing green silk of her wrap catching the light as she moves. Her amber-tinted sunglasses veil her sharp gaze, but there is no mistaking the quiet confidence in her posture — an artist who knows her worth, yet respects the stage upon which she now walks.
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| Alone but undaunted, she glides into the room with the poise of a woman who has walked through fire and emerged refined, taking a respectful and demure seat in the back, watching and listening, and patient. She is an unknown. For now.
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| Veronica sits down at Back Seats.
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| =================================Isabella==================================
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| Isabella enters for court dressed in a purple dress that suits her well and her hair pulled back in a pony tail she moves to take a seat.
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| Ana comes in from Elysium - Crimson Hall
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| Ana has arrived.
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| ==================================Vormund==================================
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| As per usual, Vormund is decked out in his formal black business suit with red tie, his grey gaunt corpse like skin stretched visibly. His red eyes simply observe the court for tonight, even as the Nosferatu Primogen and Keeper stays silent for now. He sits in his Council seat, relaxed.
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| ===================================David===================================
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| David stands when the Seneschal arrives and clasps his hands behind his back. He gives her a respectfull bow.
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| Jason enters into the room and heads for his seat hoping he isn't too late
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| =================================Giancarlo=================================
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| Giancarlo is already currently residing in his usual seat, brandishing a form-fitting and custom-tailored black suit with his standard bright white undershirt that is left unbuttoned a few notches to show off the toned and tattooed flesh beneath. His fingers are adorned with gold rings with precious stones, and his dress shoes are mirror-shined without a single scuff. He has his usual warm and inviting air about him, and an infectious smile rests upon his lips as he waits for court to begin.
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| ==================================Abraham==================================
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| Abraham has been in the Crimson Hall since before anyone arrived. The Sheriff always seems to arrive first, as he's often in the Elysium the earliest at nights. The Brujah has assumed his place to the right and below the dais, hands behind his back as he watches the other Kindred begin to arrive for the Court. Those who are new would note he is dressed in a old-style gunfighter's outfit, complete with a revolver pistol set on each side and well within an easy reach. On his back is a large Scottish claymore, held there by a leather strap.
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| ====================================Ana====================================
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| The click of Ana's heels indicate her arrival, only a little late tonight. She tucks herself into her usual seat amongst the other primogen, smoothing her skirt as she settles.
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| Luke steps into the Crimson Hall with the easy confidence of a man who knows how to navigate a room, even one as steeped in power as this. The flickering light catches in his sharp green eyes, a glimmer of mischief barely tempered by the weight of the occasion, dressed in his usual dark layers. He takes in the room with a slow sweep of his gaze, clocking familiar faces and offering smiles and nods to those he spots.
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| His smile tilts as he makes his way inside, the soft sound of his boots barely registering against the polished stone floor. Sliding into his usual spot, he leans back slightly, draping one arm along the chair's back with practiced ease. His expression is unreadable, but there's always that glint of quiet amusement just beneath the surface. As the anticipation of court builds, he exhales a slow, unneeded breath, watching, waiting.
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| Vain enters, horns brushing the doorway. He is the sort who can easily draw all eyes with his appearance. He steps with grace and care into the courtroom, moving smoothly and extremely quietly. He smiles at those present, showing off his pearly whites.
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| ==================================Ha-Joon==================================
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| Ha-Joon enters from his office and approaches the dais, taking a seat upon the throne, padding behind him is the infamous Gustav who trots behind the prince and takes his seat on his little custom throne that is placed next to the Prince's throne. "Good evening and thank you all for coming this evening." He crosses his leg at the ankle and continues, "As we have not gathered since the party with the Justicar, I wish to inform you all that she was .... well, not much pleases her.... Let us just say we are able to keep our heads." He says in a sarcastic tone.
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| Standing, he approaches the edge of the dais. "Before we get into the thick of it..." He looks around the room, his eyebrow arching. "I see that we have some new faces amongst us." His eyes moves to the Veronica, Vain and finally to Deja. "Come. Present yourselves." He says, gesturing those forward.
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| ==================================Olivier==================================
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| Olivier had managed to slip in just before the Prince did. Perhaps he had been tied up with some last minute negotiations. Either way, he had evaded the scorn of arriving late, and was settled into place by the time the Prince initiated the tradition of presentation.
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| ===================================David===================================
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| David, still standing from when the Seneschal arrived, turns as The Prince arrives and gives him a respectfull bow as well, waiting until Ha-Joon sits before he himself takes a seat.
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| =================================Veronica==================================
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| Veronica does not move at first, eyes stuck on Vain as she's watched him arrive. In fact, the Prince's entry catches her with her sunglasses tilted forwards as she stares at the gargoyle. But, it's a quick recovery. She'll stand from the Back Seats, offering a polite and quiet, "excusez-moi' to both Luke and Giancarlo.
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| Renata has arrived.
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| Sonja inclines her head to the Prince as he enters and makes himself comfortable. She settles into the seat next to him, crossing her legs before resting her hands in her lap. Following Ha-Joon's gaze she looks out over the crowd, eyes seeking out the new faces.
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| Deja makes her way into Elysium handing her coat, okay outer hoodie to a ghoul near the door as she looks over the room from behind tinted sunglasses. She seems a little fidgety at either being around so many other kindred, or maybe its just being inside. She takes a moment to twist her hair with her fingers looping a lock around over and over before coming fully into the room. She does remove her Lennon style shades to reveal wolf yellow eyes as she slides them into her pocket.
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| Deja steps closer as she looks to the prince and gives him a bow of the head as she says simply "I'm Deja of the Gangrel, most recently from Savannah." If nothing else she isnt chatty, and isn't going to be need to be told to shut up anytime soon. As she speaks it is with a unique accent all her own consisting of a little Irish tilt that never got shaken, and 17th century Texican thrown in for a unique coloring of its very own.
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| As the Prince enters, Luke rises smoothly to his feet, his smirk dimming slightly into something more measured, respectful tempered with his ever-present ease. His sharp green eyes flick briefly toward the dais before he bows his head toward Ha-Joon in silent acknowledgment. The flickering candlelight catches along the ink, tracing his forearms as he straightens, his movements effortless and unhurried. As Veronica moves forward at the Prince’s summons, the Malkavian catches her eye and gives a small, knowing wave before settling back into his seat, his arm draping lazily over the backrest again.
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| With the Prince's arrival, Eddie will also stand and offer a bow before the Prince speaks again. Once things start, Eddie settles back down in his chair, looking to Ana, David and Vormund. His attention turns to the crowd and the new arrivals being presented.
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| =================================Giancarlo=================================
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| Giancarlo will rise from his seat when the prince comes in, paying him the proper respects with hands at his side. Once the prince takes his seat, though, Giancarlo will return to his seated position and glance around the seats near him to see who is around.
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| <OOC> Ha-Joon says, "Think its safe to say for the new peeps that court definitely falls under the 3 pose rule :)"
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| ==================================Ha-Joon==================================
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| Ha-Joon looks over Deja and nods his head slowly. "Welcome, Deja of Clan Gangrel." He to her as he looks to the rest of the the new Kindred. His eyes fall onto Veronica, as he quirks an eyebrow which seems to be his signature look. "And, you are?" Once Vain enters, the Prince looks over to Sonja for a moment before turning his head back to Vain. "And, another Gargoyle. Interesting." He then falls silent as he awaits the new Kindred to come forward.
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| Veronica approaches - a woman of mixed race, her dark skin constrasted by the vivid green of her silk wrap. Her heels are stylish, but sensible, and her bared shoulders show a spiral of tattoo ink. Her hair, at the moment, is tied up into two buns, held back by an amber colored silk sash. She wears a pair of thick-rimmed sunglasses, with orange lenses that match the head wrap.
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| "It is an honor to stand before you and this esteemed court, in a city that thrives under your vision and refinement. I am Veronique Yasmine Chevalier, born in Paris during the Great War. I have spent a decade as an apprentice to my Sire Francois Duval, and have travelled far and wide in the years since my Embrace. " she bows to the Prince and then others of the Court. Her accent is light, but clearly European. French, to be exact, if one were to know these things.
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| "Houston’s reputation precedes it — not only as a beacon of culture and power in this part of the United States, but as a sanctuary where art, fashion, ambition, and elegance intertwine. I have seen many cities in my nights, but few with such vibrancy, where the pulse of creation beats as strongly in the neon-lit skyline as it does in these halls of Elysium. "
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| "Your domain is a testament to your guidance, and I would consider it a privilege to contribute to its grandeur."
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| "I come to you as Clan Toreador, seeking both shelter and purpose. My Sire, as you may have heard, was lost to the Sabbat some years ago, and since then, I have walked a path of discretion, moving where necessity demanded. Hoerver, I do not wish to merely pass through—I wish to build something lasting. As such, I humbly request your permission to reside within Houston, and to lend my talents to this city’s cultural and clandestine affairs. "
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| "Should you find it fitting, I would also petition for a modest Domain, one where I may cultivate beauty, influence, and security in service to the Camarilla and, above all, to you."
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| Abraham remains still as a stone statue, and nearly as pale. He stands at parade rest, hands behind his back. As the others are summoned forward to be introduced, his gaze rests on them one at a time, starting with Deja. There is no expression on his face, but each Kindred is studied in turn with unblinking eyes. Something about what Veronica says 'the beacon of culture and power' gets a tiny whiff of a smile from him. Only someone looking closely at Abraham might see.
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| Jason gives the Prince a respectful head nod as he listens to the new Toredor introduce herself. He lets out a long breath possibly at the thought of yet another hypersocial member of the court since he himself prefers to stay quiet and in the background as much as possible.
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| The doors open, and Renata steps inside, the soft click of her heels breaking the quiet. Her gown, a striking blend of black and crimson velvet, clings to her frame with elegant precision. Diamonds glitter at her neck, and ruby earrings sway with each graceful step. Her hair falls in perfect waves, framing a face of serene beauty, her deep red lips curling in a faint, unreadable smile. She moves with unhurried confidence, her gaze sweeping the room—calm, composed, and observant.
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| Though the lavish details of her attire and poise hint at something extraordinary, there is an unmistakable human charm in her restraint, leaving her a subtle enigma among the gathered Kindred. Ater a brief scan of the room she finds her quarry and makes her way to Giancarlo's side.
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| Sonja looks from Deja to Veronica, an eyebrow lifting up as she mentions Domain. There's a soft laugh from the Seneschal, but she says nothing yet, just looks to the Prince with an arched eyebrow.
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| Vain folds his wings neatly about himself and remains standing as others sit. He steps forward when called, and says, in a cultured tone, "I am known as Vain," he makes a leg, a sweeping bow with one arm held outward to his side, holding out his wing like you would a cloak. After his bow is complete, he rises, and says, "I have heard that this domain is afflicted with interesting times, and I thought that I might come and offer my services to those who doubtless shall require them in the near future."
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| Giancarlo is thankfully in the back of the area, and when he hears the familiar click of heels, he stands up once more to greet Renata with a light hug and a kiss on her cheek, "Mia Sorella, you have made it just in time to introduce yourself." He will motion to the others who are new to the city and have begun their introductions. "You should do the same before taking a seat." He will give her a wink and a squeeze to her hand to encourage her.
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| Ha-Joon looks over Deja and nods his head slowly. "Welcome, Deja of Clan Gangrel." He to her as he looks to the rest of the the new Kindred. His eyes fall onto Veronica, as he quirks an eyebrow which seems to be his signature look.
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| As Veronica makes her introduction his smile deepens, "Houston thrives because those who call it home do not merely exist within its borders—they shape it, elevate it. You speak not as a guest passing through, but as one who seeks to leave an indelible mark. That is a language I understand." He then clasps his hands behind his back as he appraises the woman, "I have heard of your Sire and his unfortunate demise, but it seems as though he has done his job in educating his Childer on how proper etiquette."
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| Ha-Joon gestures gracefully toward the court with an open palm, then back to her. "You are welcome here, not just to reside but to flourish. Your talents will find fertile ground in Houston’s vibrant tapestry, should you prove as adept in action as you are in presentation."With a slight incline of his head, both acknowledgment and approval, he adds, "As for Domain, such matters are not granted lightly. But ambition tempered by service has a way of opening doors. In time, we shall see what you cultivate. But, this will be a topic I will be speaking on in just a moment."
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| He returns to his throne with fluid grace, crossing his leg once more at the ankle. "For now, consider yourself under the Prince’s protection. Make good on your words, Veronique Chevalier, and Houston may yet become your canvas. And, I will say from a personal note, it is a pleasure to finally gain another Toreador to the fold." With a hand, he gestures to Ana. "Ana Whaldon is Primogen of Clan Toreador. I am sure she will get you up to speed."
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| His attention then turns to Vain as he cants his head to the side in quizzical observance. "Yet, another Gargoyle." He glances once to Sonja, "This should be interesting." Looking back to Vain, he offers a nod of approval. "Welcome Vain of the Gargoyles." He scans the room once before looking back to it, "I hope you will be taking some comfort in knowing that you are not the only of your kind within this Praxis." He nods once before looking to Giancarlo and then to Renata. "It would appear we have another introduction?" He asks, a warm smile on his face as he inquires.
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| With a respectful curtsy to the Prince, and then a -slightly- less dip to Primogen Ana, Veronica Yasmine Chevalier will return to her seat in the back with a clear and appreciative, "Merci."
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| Vain bows somewhat more slightly this time, to the Prince, and then says, "Indeed, I look forward to meeting him." and then he steps aside to let the new introduction take place.
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| Renata steps forward with the poise of a practiced orator, the faint sway of her gown catching the light as she takes her place in the center of attention. She inclines her head first to Ha-Joon, her expression composed but warm, then lets her gaze briefly sweep the gathered Kindred before settling back on the Prince. Her smile is subtle, measured, yet undeniably charming.
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| "Good evening, Your Grace," she begins, her voice rich and smooth, laced with a distinctly Italian accent that lends her words a musical quality, though her English is flawless. "I am Renata Lucia Giovanni, and I have the honor of calling Giancarlo my dear brother." Her smile deepens just slightly as she nods toward Giancarlo. "It brings me great joy to stand here tonight under his guidance and in the presence of so many distinguished members of this court."
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| Her hands fold neatly in front of her as she continues, her tone measured yet warm, conveying both respect and confidence. "Though I am newly arrived to this city, I come with the intent to contribute meaningfully to its growth and prosperity. My expertise lies in matters of the unseen, those dealings of the Underworld that often remain shrouded, misunderstood, or unspoken." She pauses, her gaze steady as she looks toward Ha-Joon once more. Whether or not the word underworld was used in the colloquial or literal sense seems to be open for interpretation, she was a Giovanni after all. "Should my knowledge or skills be of service to this Praxis, you will find me both capable and eager to assist."
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| Renata dips her head slightly, while placing a delicate hand over her heart, the gesture elegant and deliberate.
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| There's a smile from Ana to the newest Toreador to Toreador in the city and a little wave such that Veronica can identify which one Ana is.
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| Sonja watches as the line of introductions continues, giving Ha-Joon a glance. "Quite the influx. I expect interesting nights ahead." She muses to the Prince before settling back into her seat. She looks from the newest Gargoyle to the new Giovanni faces, nodding lightly to Renata. "Signore Giovanni has been a valuable ally to the Praxis to date, I look forward to seeing what you can do." The Seneschal looks then to Gian himself. "Your family continues to grow. Quite a few of you now it seems."
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| As if on cue, Immacolata walks in, tailored sophistication and swagger. Her sleek suit --- impeccably fitted in a dark shade with a sharp lapel --- like practical armor for a world that often demands blood over silk. She sticks to classic staples --- crisp white shirt, leather oxfords polished to a mirror shine, and a blue pocket square folded into perfect symmetry. She moves to join Renata and Giancarlo, to greet the Prince and Seneschal, removing the toothpick from her lips as she walks.
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| "Yes. I would have to agree." He comments to Sonja as he looks back out to the rest of the Kindred. "Interesting would be an understatement." He then flashes his usual charming smile as he nods to Renata. "Welcome to Houston, Signora. I look forward to becoming acquainted with you." He says with a nod before looking back over to Giancarlo and then up to yet another newcomer. As she joins Renata and Giancarlo, "And.... behold... there is more." Those who know the Prince would see that the smile does not quite reach his eyes. "Should I be worried, Signore Giovanni?" Without waiting for a direct answer, he raises a hand with languid precision, gesturing smoothly for Immacolata to step forward. "Please," he says, his tone returning to that refined charm, "do continue."
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| Abraham's gaze studies Vain as he introduces himself, then to Renata, as she does. Lastly, Immacolata as she enters. There's a particular focus paid to the toothpick -- one can tell he looks at it, likely for longer than one should do so. It almost seems timed to the Prince's question if he should be concerned.
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| Giancarlo will listen to his sister do her introduction and beam with a certain brotherly pride as he stands by her side, "I assure you just like the rest of my family. My sister is quite capable of helping this praxis and being a valuable ally to all." A pause to flash a smile at the Senschal's words, "I have a big family."
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| The older Italian gentleman hears more steps coming towards them, this time catching gaze upon Immacolata and gesturing towards her with his tattooed and ring-covered hand while speaking to the prince, "Of course not, Your Majesty. I think, however, there was a misunderstanding on the starting time this evening. I will take the blame for that. This is my cousin." He still gestures to the newest arrival, "I'll allow her to introduce herself to you all."
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| Immacolata lowers her head to the Prince, and replies demurely. "Yes, your grace. I am Immacolata Giovanni, cousin to Giancarlo and Renata; I've been in Boston for a long time without my family, and I am just glad to be back with them after so long. Fiorenza Giovanni is my sire."
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| "I have heard many great things about the area, about your power here, and I'm happy to help." She isn't the most smooth, especially next to Giancarlo and Renata. However she does shift a look to Abraham, checking him out, while stowing the toothpick into her pocket, then looks back to Ha-Joon.
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| Ha-Joon nods his head and smiles to her, "Greetings and welcome to Houston. I am sure your family is happy to have you back in their graces." He nods his head and smiles to her before standing once again to approach the edge of the dais as he looks to Abraham. "Before I move to making a few announcements. Sheriff." He says looking to Abraham, "Seneschal." He looks to Sonja, "Is there anything either of you wish to bring before the court before I continue?" He then takes a step back before scanning those who have gathered.
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| Jason raises his hand and waits to see if he is called upon
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| Sonja looks over to the Prince and lightly shakes her head, "Nothing this evening from me Your Grace." The fingers in her lap lightly fluttering for a moment. She looks to Jason as he lifts his hand, but waits to see if the Prince is up for the diversion.
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| Tonight is people watching night. Eddie looks to people as they speak. Mostly studying the new people and trying to put them to memory. His attention returns to the dias and the Prince.
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| David is right there with Eddie.. Not litterally but people watching. He does take note of the new arrivals.
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| Isabella is watching as well, as people come and go from the dias.
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| Vain, aware that he is the center of attention, does his best to shine under the appraising gaze of the court.
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| Veronica remains quiet at the back row. She may be Toreador, but isnt the spotlight-stealing kind. At least, not tonight.
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| Abraham nods to the Prince as his title is called. He steps out enough to be heard. "Nothing notable tonight, Highness. It remains quiet, for now. Though, if my contacts are accurate, I sense it will not remain that way for long. When we know more, the Praxis will." A look to the assembled Kindred and he adds, "Some of you have been tapped to help. If anyone else wishes to lend their aid to some of the ongoing investigations. Those who are new. Come and see me."
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| Ha-Joon nods his head and looks over to the Gangrel Primogen, gesturing to him. "You have something to say, Primogen Asano?" He asks, arching an eyebrow.
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| Vormund raises a hand to Abraham, "may I have a moment for the floor?"
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| "The floor is yours.. Primogen," Abraham says to Vormund, clearly he is done.
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| Sonja looks to Vormund as Ha-Joon calls on Jason, "One at a time, please Primogen Wulfgar." Then looks back to the Gangrel Primogen.
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| Giancarlo will reach over and tap Renata and Immacolata and then gesture for them to sit next to him. He will adjust his suit jacket, with it still unbuttoned, and take his seat so he can continue listening to the others speak this evening.
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| Jason stands and nods in respect, "Thank you my Prince, I apologize for the itteruption but I was running late and did not get a chance to do this before court. Primogen Trixie approached me earlier today. She knew she would miss court tonight and asked me to distribute these.", he holds a stack of paper, "I believe it is a summary of a recent vision she had and she wished for all those interested to see what had occured." He walks to the stage and places the papers off to one side. http://retromux.org/index.php/Trixie%27s_Vision_Talk
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| Jason returns to his seat and sits down
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| Immacolata joins Giancarlo and Renata, listening to Jason and looking at the stack of papers with interest.
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| ==================================Ha-Joon==================================
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| The Prince receives the papers and nods, handing them to Sonja. "I will get to them as soon as court is over." He then looks over to the Nosferatu Primogen, "You wished to speak before I continue Primogen Wulfgar?"
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| He stands, the Nosferatu bringing his hands behind his back, "I have been tasked with a matter that is of some concern to the court, and while I will develop the resources to make this quicker for investigative purposes, it would be easier to simply request any assistance that would help. I am seeking a specific target, and I need anyone with expertise or contacts in the police or in the underground to come to me for this matter. COme see me after the court, please. I will be happy to discuss mutually beneficial trades for this help." Vormund states.
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| Sonja nods and takes the offered documents before turning her attention to Vormund as he's given the floor to listen to the Nosferatu Primogen.
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| "Is this matter secretive enough that it should not be spoken of in open court, Primogen Wulfgar?" Abraham asks, arching his brow at the Nosferatu as he speaks. Abe remains in the open enough that his voice carries all throughout the room.
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| Deja watches from her spot in the back as she fidgets idly with the end of a pigtail. Her yellow eyes watch with passing intrest as she watches and listens, her yellow eyes shifting to each person that speaks.
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| Renata joins Giancarlo and Immacolata, quietly sinking down into her seat as the conversation unfolds with a curious glint in her eye.
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| "Better safe than sorry, Sheriff." Vormund replies, "information control is... an interest, after the Anya saga." He notes, before he sits down, "That is all, thank you."
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| Veronica listens, paying quite close attention to Vormund's report. An eyebrow arches over the rim of her sunglasses.
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| Immacolata is not one for subtlety, but after years working within a hierarchical organization, she knows how to mind her manners in another person's temple. And one gets a kind of laissez-faire energy from the Italian. She listens with the relaxation of someone who doesn't worry about details. She is not a stiletto, she is a cinquedea. She listens to Vormund, not surprised by the Nosferatu's desire to control the information, then looks back to the Prince.
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| Abraham nods to Vormund and says. "As you say, Primogen," his tone is serious, but not directedly so. The Brujah resumes his spot, clearly having done and said all that he had to say. Hands go behind his back as he resumes a parade rest.
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| Isabella watches the happenings of court happen right before her eyes and she smiles listening and crossing one leg over the other.
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| ==================================Ha-Joon==================================
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| "How… ominous," Ha-Joon remarks dryly, his gaze flicking from Vormund to the Sheriff, then back again, one brow arching with deliberate precision. His tone carries just enough weight to suggest both amusement and mild irritation."Either way," he continues smoothly, "I would like to proceed with what I intended to share with the Praxis—before we are derailed any further."
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| Rising from his throne with effortless grace, Ha-Joon steps forward to the edge of the dais. His hands clasp behind his back, the familiar rhythm of his pacing beginning.
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| "With the influx of new Kindred arriving in Houston, it has become clear that reorganization is not just prudent—it is paramount for our continued prosperity in this great city." His voice carries easily through the chamber.
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| He pauses briefly. "It is no secret that while our numbers are strong, we are scattered across the various great clans of the Camarilla. As such, I believe it is time to—how shall I put it—break from tradition."
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| Ha-Joon’s gaze sweeps the room, lingering on the gathered Primogen before shifting to the assembled Kindred. "The longer I serve as Prince of this city, the clearer it becomes that our ways must evolve. The Camarilla has long relied on rigid clan structures and the counsel of the Primogen. But in Houston, our diversity is both our strength and our challenge. It demands something more."
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| He stops pacing, standing squarely at the center of the dais, his posture regal yet fluid. "Therefore, I am extending the responsibilities of the Primogen. No longer will you serve solely as the voice of your clan. You will also hold the authority to grant domain within your purview—to those Kindred who seek purpose, stability, and the opportunity to build something lasting."
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| Another brief pause, his eyes sharp as they scan the room, "To the Kindred who aspire to form their own coteries," he continues, his tone softening slightly, "I expect you to establish yourselves within the Camarilla’s domain—under the guidance and jurisdiction of the Primogen whose domains you choose to inhabit."
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| "Through these changes, we will cultivate bonds that transcend clan lines, fostering collaboration, resilience, and influence greater than any we’ve known before. In time, this will not only strengthen our Praxis but ensure Houston’s place as a beacon of power within the Camarilla."
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| Ha-Joon falls silent after he finishes.
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| At the back row of chairs, Veronica gives a slight nod, crosses her legs, and places one finger against her lower lip. Thinking.
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| The allocation of the Tradition of Domain to the Primogen earns an upraised eyebrow from Olivier as he watches Ha-Joon reorganize the city with but a few carefully constructed and well thought out words. He gives a slow nod in support, not that the Prince needs it, but to show his own alignment with the Prince's vision.
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| Then he resumes his quiet observation of the gathering. With a few more frequent glances towards the new Toreador than the others. He certainly had placed that accent without much trouble.
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| As Ha-Joon's decree settles over the room like a well-placed hand on a chessboard, Luke steps forward with the effortless grace of someone who knows how to make an entrance without demanding one. The golden candlelight flickers against his sharp green eyes as he inclines his head to the Prince, his usual smirk softened into something more thoughtful and measured but no less self-assured.
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| "Prince Ha-Joon," he begins smoothly, his voice carrying with an easy cadence, "In the spirit of this reorganization, of granting those who serve the Praxis a place to cultivate something lasting... I'd like to formally request domain over the Crimson Phoenix Club alongside my fellow Harpy, Aaliyah."
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| He lets the words settle, his gaze sweeping the chamber before returning to the Prince with a knowing glint. "A Harpy's influence is not just in whispers and well-placed words, but in the control of where those words are spoken. The Phoenix has already established itself as a gathering place for the influential and the ambitious, those who understand that reputation is currency. With your blessing, we would see it elevated further: a domain where those who serve the Praxis with distinction are granted the honor of feeding within its walls, a rack for those who have earned their place in Houston's upper echelons."
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| Luke's smile tilts just slightly, a flicker of mischief behind his expression, though his posture remains wholly respectful. "Naturally, it would remain open to the Court, to those who understand the weight of status, the value of discretion. A haven where power is recognized, cultivated... and rewarded. Perhaps even Amelie could be allowed to assist us there if her responsibilities are not needed elsewhere?" Bowing his head, he remains standing.
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| Sonja's head tilts as she listens to Luke, then glances to Ha-Joon. "Isn't that your club Your Grace? How odd to turn it over to a Harpy or two." She muses lightly before looking back.
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| Vain reaches up and strokes his chin thoughtfully, which sounds faintly of stone scraping on stone.
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| That makes Eddie's eye twitch. He looks to his hands in his lap and then back to the dias. His expression as bland as oatmeal.
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| David tries to keep a straight face at Luke's request, he fails to do so as he cracks a smirk.
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| Isabella raises a brow at Luke's request of the prince.She is watching to see what the prince is going to say to this. She is trying so hard not to laugh.
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| At this point, the only thing surprising at Court would be a lack of surprises. Olivier watches impassively as the request is made, and then turns his gaze over towards the Prince in anticipation of the response.
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| Ha-Joon’s gaze shifts to Luke, one brow arching. "You do realize," he begins, his tone smooth but edged with cool amusement, "that you are asking for domain over a nightclub that I own, yes?"
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| His eyes flick briefly to Sonja, offering a subtle nod,. "Interesting request," he muses, the faintest curve of a smile ghosting his lips—though it carries no warmth.
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| Ha-Joon studies Luke with the kind of patience that feels both timeless and suffocating, the pause lingering longer than comfort allows. Then, with a slight cant of his head, he speaks again—each word measured, deliberate.
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| "While I have no desire for the nightclub to be branded as a rack," he says slowly, his gaze narrowing, "I expect that, should its custodianship be granted to the Harpies, they will honor the significance of managing the Prince’s establishment—and serve that honor with the dignity it deserves."
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| Another pause, his expression unreadable, "Let us speak after court, Mister Vayne. Perhaps we can work out the details."
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| Luke meets the Prince's gaze with quiet understanding, the flicker of his usual smirk tempered into something more composed, more respectful. "Of course, Your Grace," he inclines his head, acknowledging the weight of Ha-Joon's words without hesitation. "Dignity and discretion... nothing less."
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| The faintest spark of amusement plays at the edges of his expression as he catches the reactions rippling through the court, but he remains poised, unmoved by the murmurs. "I look forward to that conversation after court," he adds smoothly before taking a measured step back.
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| With the same effortless ease with which he rose, Luke returns to his seat, draping an arm lazily over the backrest, his sharp green eyes flicking to those nearby with a smile.
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| Ha-Joon glances around the room, "Is there anything else that needs to be brought before the court this evening?" He says with a clap of his hands.
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| Vain glances about the room, waiting for others to speak up.
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| Ha-Joon has voted for you.
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| Looking around, Eddie contemplates a moment and then shakes his head. Nope, nothing from this end.
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| ==================================Ha-Joon==================================
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| Ha-Joon glances around the room and nods, "Well then! I think we can conclude this evening's court."
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| Sonja looks over the court, taking in the reactions over the club before she glances back to Ha-Joon. There's a small tilt of her head, then a sigh and she shakes it, "Nothing else it seems Your Grace." Then nods as he calls Court to a close. "Thank you for attending, welcome to the new faces. We look forward to seeing what you have to offer in the upcoming nights."
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| Isabella looks to the prince as he concludes court and she will give him a slight bow, and stands up to exit the crimson hall after Sonja makes her speech.
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