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by Finsternia » Sun Aug 22, 2021 8:12 am
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Soon, the penguins shall rule the Earth with a cold flipper
by Morrdh » Sun Aug 22, 2021 1:05 pm
by Luminesa » Sun Aug 22, 2021 1:20 pm
Morrdh wrote:Morri
Morri shuddered with disgust and was filled with repulsion as Silvanus took her hand, her very being reacting to the perceived taint of the Wyrm. For a moment her hand seemed to change as it briefly sprouted fur and became like more claw like, her nails thickened and sharpened. A brief, low growl escaped Morri's lips before she quickly regained her composure and put on a forced smile. She took a deep breath before replying. "Yes...short fer Morrigan, the Celtic goddess."
If there was ever a time were being born under the New Moon was both a blessing and a curse, this was it. Out of all the auspices that a Garou could be born under, hers was the least prone to rage and thus she was far better at keeping her fury in check and showing restraint than a Garou born under Luna's full glare of the Full Moon. It meant with the monster stood before her in her own territory, Morri's primal anger was subdued rather than burning fiercely if she was born under Luna's glaze. There was probably no question that Silvanus knew this and was taking full advantage of it, making Morri wish that she didn't have such....constraints.
Kaya, for her part, was still quite wary of the man who'd presented himself as Uncle Silvie. The dolls had piqued her interest, though she was still too cautious to simply take them. Her face screwed up as she was lost in thought for a moment before she answered. "I'm...not sure. Put them down for now."
by Imperialisium » Tue Aug 24, 2021 8:15 pm
Oblivion2 wrote:Imperialisium wrote:
Anna's Mansion
November 4th
The person who retrieved Etienne was none other than a youth. A young girl of approximately fourteen, maybe fifteen, years of age. Her pale skin and short pixie black hair gave her a modern scene vibe. Something Etienne, as a club owner in Los Angeles, would be well aware. However, there was something about the girl which belied this apparent extreme of youth. Yes, there it is, the way her blood flowed in her veins. She was a Revenant. A Revenant from no doubt an entire bred line of Revenants that operated loyally as servants for their vampiric master. "My Master bids thee welcome. You and your," she glanced in the direction of Thinbloods outside for a moment, "staff." She finished that with a touch of effort. Yes, thin bloods, caitiff to boot, were not necessarily the most well received in Kindred society. She turned politely, "If you would follow me, just yourself, the employees you've brought will have to wait in the foyer, should they choose to enter."
Leading the way and not checking to see if Etienne was following, which of course he would be, she pushed open a set of doors to reveal a long gallery. Tables, chairs, and a raised dais to one side were a beautiful woman with raven black hair touched with blue sat. Her electric green eyes shown in the darkness while rose red lips lay with mute expression. Her hands clutched the arms of her plain throne. A pair of Rothai bearing halberds, in full livery, stood at the base of the dais. A further two guarded the interior by the doors while another four were about the gallery.
The gallery itself was full of milling about, socializing, vampires. In one corner lurked Bulehard, the Nosferatu Elder, with his ilk. Some surviving Ventrue and Toreadors discussing or possible flirting for one couldn't be sure. A couple Gangrel off to the side. With all the rest from Tremere to Brujah in between.
The Revenant child led Etienne forth, more than one pair of eyes watching him pass, as he was brought to within a few feet of the dais first step. Within a swinging blow's length from either Rothai and their halberds.
"I present Jean Luc Saint Francis, also going by the name of Etienne for short."
The young girl bowed before backing away. Anna's eyes flicked to Etienne. Boring into his own, into his skull, as if to peer into his very unlife powered brain. "I take it Janus is doing well? You are aware of the observances being conducted for this night?" She beckoned him to begin rolling off with the formalities. Tribute, any new kindred to be presented, concerns, a modern meeting of Prince and denizen of the former's territory was much more abridged than what it had been several centuries prior.
As Etienne was presented before the court and the Prince, Étienne dipped down onto a single knee and bowed his head briefly in a show of submission. Often times a deep bow on the waist was enough to satisfy a Prince of a City. But this particular prince was a recent victor of what essentially amounted to a war, with a deep and rich history. History needed to be respected, and so Etienne respected its embodiment. Getting back to his feet, the Ventrue allowed a richness to pervade his tone, so that all in the Court might hear its timbre. Older than more than a few of the Kindred here, this was his opportunity to make an impression in many a collective mind.
“Oui, mademoiselle.” Etienne answers warmly, “Many things flow from the Janua unto me; mortal currencies, precious metals, artifacts, information. I am humbled to have had the opportunity to settle here as I have, for it has taken many life times to assemble the network required to make such a thing possible. So it is tonight that I wish to share with you, my benefactor, the fruits of these good fortunes as the bonds of my fealty require and as I feel I personally owe to you for this opportunity.”
Turning to a lesser servant, the French Vampire smiled his most charming smile and asked, “If you would please, retrieve the items that have no doubt been laid aside in an adjacent chamber?” The servant, seemingly hypnotized by the attention paid him, scurried off to do as he was bid.
“I hope you will find my Tribute to be to your taste and of appropriate quality, My Prince.” He says as the side doors open and a small gaggle of servants hauls Etienne’s treasures inside. “To begin, a small chest of Silver coinage dating back to approximately two hundred and one years before the death of Jesus Christ. These coins bear the face of one Hannibal Barcid and the sigils of the city of Carthage. One of the last minted sets of coins to come from the Silver mines of Hispanic during the Second Punic War. Lost to the ages, and recently found buried in a Mediterranean cavern. It’s worth is not in the silver itself, but in the legacy of the coinage and the conflict between its minter and greatest rival.”
A servant holds up a small relinquary cylinder, inside appear to be a pair of sun bleached bones, no bigger than the joint of a finger. “Knuckle bones from the left hand of Saint John the Baptist, recovered at great cost in Bulgaria before my fealty to you.” The Ventrue allows himself a brief smile, “I need not remind you of the history behind such an item. Ah, and there we have The Storm on the Sea of Galilee by Rembrandt. Stolen in 1990 and recovered by an associate of mine just this last year. I had also hoped to recover The Concert by Vermeer along with it, but C’est la vie, no?”
“A small jade sculpture of an Eastern Dragon, circa second century China. A bust of Julius Caesar, dating to the same period in Rome, that one has an interesting story if you wish to hear it later. There are some other bits and baubles in there, but perhaps the most curious and the most useless is a bottle of The Macallan Valerio Adami, a Scotch Whiskey dating back to 1926. I was fortunate enough to be in Britain at the time, and even then a glass of this whiskey was supposed to be worth it’s weight in Gold. Though of course, it cannot match the Kiss, it’s flavour notes were subtle and well crafted enough to have left an impression with me almost a century later. This is one of the twelve last bottles in existence, unopened and acquired from a private collection for a small favour in the early two thousands. And as always, I offer you the services of myself and the networks of The Janus. These gifts I give freely unto you, without let or lien, to do with as you desire. It is my hope that we may continue our relationship as we have these past few years, and that my service to you shall only continue to be of use.”
Bowing less steeply this time the suited Kindred seemed more to resemble an old world noble; he had put everything he had into this final act of courtly respect and the gesture showed all the dignity, chivalry, and charm that the Ventrue seemed to possess. A glimpse into how things once were, and how the Ventrue had come to be the leading Clan of the Camarilla all those centuries ago.
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by Morrdh » Wed Sep 22, 2021 4:58 pm
Luminesa wrote:Alexei - A Carefully-Threaded Peace
Silvanus and Morri had managed a tense truce, as Morri’s disgust had become a forced smile. The kind of smile a parent wears when they see another parent they utterly despise at a school’s bake sale. Alexei was glad for any sort of peace and quiet, and he smiled at Kaya as Silvanus approached her. Anything to make his daughter feel calm. He remembered how shy and sensitive he had been at her age. Perhaps he could still give her a less stressful childhood.
“Uncle Silvie’s” dolls did give him a pause. They were sweet and quaint, the kinds of dolls a doting grandparent might have on a special antique shelf. Yet Alexei knew that Silvanus did not just give gifts, and those gifts were often made with…questionable materials and motives. Even so, he was acting as generous and doting as his nephew had asked, and so he had to play along. When Kaya shunned the dolls, he gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, love. Look, why don’t I hold onto them for you? We’ll play with the dolls before you go to bed. Hm? They’re quite cute, I think,” he played.
The stew Morri had started to cook was very pleasant to smell. Hot, hearty, and spicy, he figured that everyone might have a better mood once the food was on the table. He searched quickly for wine glasses, and he found a good bottle of wine. 2007, vintage enough for this evening. He had others, and the taste would make both Morri and Silvanus happy. Mikhailov was not much of a drinker, but he was not the main concern.
“Everyone come sit! Here we go. I’ll serve everyone a plate. There’s nothing to worry about here, I’ll make sure we all have some good food in our stomachs and wine in our throats. Except for you, Kaya, dear. How about soda?”
by Luminesa » Wed Sep 22, 2021 5:54 pm
Oblivion2 wrote:"We are, not all of us, savage to our cores." Etienne explains. "But all of us did come from the same place, once. It is the only thing that every last person who enters these halls shares. It is an important thing to remember when people like me have to make the decisions that they do. I am, by my very nature, required to move people about like pieces on a board. But, it is what is human in me that requires friends. Edith was my friend, one of the very best that I have ever had. I wish I could have kept her forever, but it was not to be." His gaze turns to Stapes, down there on the floor, so smoothly seeing to his duties. "That man, Stapes, is my friend. Though he is a servant of a different sort as well, I value his life just as much as I do my own."
He gestures to the musician across from him, "And you too, I would like to be friends with, I think. I make up my mind quickly about most that I meet. Usually they go into two categories; tool or obstacle. For you, I offer the third. We may be friends, and we may do this without let or lien, without fear or obligation." His gaze settles on the little silver pin in Nightingale's hands, "That is what that means. Though you should be warned, to be my friend is a dangerous thing at times. There are those who might try to kill me, and they would think nothing of doing the same to you. Worse, perhaps if they suspected your nature was not as it appeared to be. Think carefully on that, and know that regardless of your answer, Janus remains a safe haven for those who come here."
by Luminesa » Thu Sep 23, 2021 6:43 am
Morrdh wrote:Luminesa wrote:Alexei - A Carefully-Threaded Peace
Silvanus and Morri had managed a tense truce, as Morri’s disgust had become a forced smile. The kind of smile a parent wears when they see another parent they utterly despise at a school’s bake sale. Alexei was glad for any sort of peace and quiet, and he smiled at Kaya as Silvanus approached her. Anything to make his daughter feel calm. He remembered how shy and sensitive he had been at her age. Perhaps he could still give her a less stressful childhood.
“Uncle Silvie’s” dolls did give him a pause. They were sweet and quaint, the kinds of dolls a doting grandparent might have on a special antique shelf. Yet Alexei knew that Silvanus did not just give gifts, and those gifts were often made with…questionable materials and motives. Even so, he was acting as generous and doting as his nephew had asked, and so he had to play along. When Kaya shunned the dolls, he gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, love. Look, why don’t I hold onto them for you? We’ll play with the dolls before you go to bed. Hm? They’re quite cute, I think,” he played.
The stew Morri had started to cook was very pleasant to smell. Hot, hearty, and spicy, he figured that everyone might have a better mood once the food was on the table. He searched quickly for wine glasses, and he found a good bottle of wine. 2007, vintage enough for this evening. He had others, and the taste would make both Morri and Silvanus happy. Mikhailov was not much of a drinker, but he was not the main concern.
“Everyone come sit! Here we go. I’ll serve everyone a plate. There’s nothing to worry about here, I’ll make sure we all have some good food in our stomachs and wine in our throats. Except for you, Kaya, dear. How about soda?”
"Okay daddy..." Sighed Kaya, still dubious about the whole affair. That said, her glaze drifted from the dolls to 'Uncle Silvie' and back again as she remained undecided regarding both of them. She was still wary of this new 'Uncle', as the man had presented himself as, and something about him...bothered her. Kaya was also picking up on her mother's agitation with their unexpected guest for dinner.
Morri, for her part, was keeping her fury in check. It was clear that she was less than happy with Silvanus being present and the, brief, pleasantries she exchanged with him were forced. She was furious with a kindred so brazenly violating what she considered to be her territory and her family's own home, but for Kaya's sake she had to keep up the appearance of being 'civil' and 'nice'. If the child wasn't presents things wouldn't be so 'friendly'...
by Oblivion2 » Sun Oct 17, 2021 6:27 am
by Luminesa » Sun Oct 24, 2021 10:09 am
by Kingdom of Irhk » Mon Oct 25, 2021 9:42 am
by Morrdh » Wed Nov 03, 2021 9:42 pm
by Luminesa » Sun Nov 07, 2021 12:42 pm
Morrdh wrote:Morri
Ever since Morri was young she had a sixth sense, or the 'touch of the fey' as her grandmother had put it, that acted as a de facto early warning system. It had certainly helped her dodge trouble on multiple occasions, even if it was trouble that she'd gotten herself into in the first place. Silvanus was setting it off big time, sparking a deafening and continuous clamour of alarms within Morri's head to the point that she could feel the beginnings of a headache. Yet despite this, something faint and distant had popped up on her mental radar. It was a small presence, but one that was steadily growing larger and larger. It wasn't long before she could sense something familiar; hairy, red, whisky...oh and anger.
Connor.
It had been five years, but now it looked like he was back in the ironically nicknamed City of Angels. Morri got all the confirmation she needed when, though the pack's totem, Cait gave her a heads up. She didn't relish the prospect of her, and Alexei's, home becoming Ground Zero when her old pack alpha rocked up and met the kindred who was there as a dinner guest. Ideally, Connor wouldn't come within a couple of miles of the house.
Making some excuse about 'needing to check on something', Morri got up from the table and then sneaked out to the street outside. Checking the coast was clear, Morri used one of her garou gifts to conceal her from prying eyes as she made her way a short distance down the street. Practically invisible, Morri loitered as she waited for Connor to show himself so that she could then steer him clear of the Bancroft residence. Though part of her hoped that Silvanus would depart long before the Fianna Auhorn arrived.
by Kingdom of Irhk » Mon Nov 08, 2021 7:53 am
Morrdh wrote:Morri
Ever since Morri was young she had a sixth sense, or the 'touch of the fey' as her grandmother had put it, that acted as a de facto early warning system. It had certainly helped her dodge trouble on multiple occasions, even if it was trouble that she'd gotten herself into in the first place. Silvanus was setting it off big time, sparking a deafening and continuous clamour of alarms within Morri's head to the point that she could feel the beginnings of a headache. Yet despite this, something faint and distant had popped up on her mental radar. It was a small presence, but one that was steadily growing larger and larger. It wasn't long before she could sense something familiar; hairy, red, whisky...oh and anger.
Connor.
It had been five years, but now it looked like he was back in the ironically nicknamed City of Angels. Morri got all the confirmation she needed when, though the pack's totem, Cait gave her a heads up. She didn't relish the prospect of her, and Alexei's, home becoming Ground Zero when her old pack alpha rocked up and met the kindred who was there as a dinner guest. Ideally, Connor wouldn't come within a couple of miles of the house.
Making some excuse about 'needing to check on something', Morri got up from the table and then sneaked out to the street outside. Checking the coast was clear, Morri used one of her garou gifts to conceal her from prying eyes as she made her way a short distance down the street. Practically invisible, Morri loitered as she waited for Connor to show himself so that she could then steer him clear of the Bancroft residence. Though part of her hoped that Silvanus would depart long before the Fianna Auhorn arrived.
by Imperialisium » Thu Nov 18, 2021 7:36 pm
by Luminesa » Sun Nov 21, 2021 12:24 pm
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