07-30-2013, 10:59 AM
Lux's body art had been duly admired by the Brujah upon meeting for the event, his gaze sweeping over the display with an appreciative smile and a "Honey, you look like a painting. Everyone's gonna want to steal you from me."
Now it would seem that the two of them had formed a bit of an unusual social circle, with the approach of both Samantha and Gotfred. The former received a brief nod and an easy smile from Everett, who held out his hand in informal greeting. "Lovely to meet you, Samantha. Everett Stone." His own accent sounded markedly more local, and it looked for a moment like he meant to ask the Ventrue a question, but then Gotfred approached.
Lux managed to look anywhere but at the Nosferatu Primogen's face. Everett, to his credit, looked the Rat King right in the eyes and held his gaze steady. A shift came over the Brujah's demeanor when Gotfred uttered that name (Greta.) No longer smiling. No longer open. The Nosferatu had asked if he intended to rejoin the fight, and Everett's answer was: "I am. On my own terms."
When Lady Adelaide entered, all eyes were upon her - including those of the Anarchs. When she drifted into their space to greet the Nosferatu Primogen, Everett held back politely and, if she happened to acknowledge his presence, would offer a respectful bow of his head. (Ever the courteous creature this evening, it would seem.)
He watched her move across the room, curious perhaps as to what she intended to do now that she had all their attention. Her speech, short and to the point, was met with a look of guarded approval. (There was a weariness to it though. So many years of politicians and their pretty speeches meant to cover selfish designs.)
Nonetheless, he stepped forward and approached Adelaide and Wenceslao. "I can't speak for all the Anarchs, but this city is my home. I came back to protect it and the people living here. The Camarilla can count me as an ally."
Now it would seem that the two of them had formed a bit of an unusual social circle, with the approach of both Samantha and Gotfred. The former received a brief nod and an easy smile from Everett, who held out his hand in informal greeting. "Lovely to meet you, Samantha. Everett Stone." His own accent sounded markedly more local, and it looked for a moment like he meant to ask the Ventrue a question, but then Gotfred approached.
Lux managed to look anywhere but at the Nosferatu Primogen's face. Everett, to his credit, looked the Rat King right in the eyes and held his gaze steady. A shift came over the Brujah's demeanor when Gotfred uttered that name (Greta.) No longer smiling. No longer open. The Nosferatu had asked if he intended to rejoin the fight, and Everett's answer was: "I am. On my own terms."
When Lady Adelaide entered, all eyes were upon her - including those of the Anarchs. When she drifted into their space to greet the Nosferatu Primogen, Everett held back politely and, if she happened to acknowledge his presence, would offer a respectful bow of his head. (Ever the courteous creature this evening, it would seem.)
He watched her move across the room, curious perhaps as to what she intended to do now that she had all their attention. Her speech, short and to the point, was met with a look of guarded approval. (There was a weariness to it though. So many years of politicians and their pretty speeches meant to cover selfish designs.)
Nonetheless, he stepped forward and approached Adelaide and Wenceslao. "I can't speak for all the Anarchs, but this city is my home. I came back to protect it and the people living here. The Camarilla can count me as an ally."