07-30-2013, 11:37 PM
"Something light, and more of a short story than some drawn out epic. We can only hope," he nods to Jack, and then looks to Donkey Teeth as the Nosferatu finished his own analysis and predictions. "A minor role... Yes, I'd rather take part in the chorus. They spend less time on the ground playing corpses."
Samit only looks up as Jack's elbows come down to rest on the piano and even then he continues playing. The strength of the tune begins to taper off like the pulse of one whose veins are slowly emptying. By the time Adelaide is at the door he has withdrawn his fingers from the keys, swinging one leg over the bench and then the other so that he is facing the assembly and its newest and most dangerous addition. Will the Assamite refuse to rise for Lady Adelaide's arrival?
Of course not.
The assassin rolls forward onto his monk strap shoes, a dulled back hatch of woven leather. Circles to the side of the piano, to join with Jack, Donkey Teeth, Oliverio and the necromancer's nameless (barely seen and never heard) body guard.
As if he hadn't missed a step in the conversation, his smooth baritone voice finds an exposed moment to pierce itself into. "Oliverio, we both know you, as I, will take this more as the reading of a ledger."
The familiar tone he takes seems to hint he looks past the religious condemnation much of his clan might place upon the Giovanni in order to find a common ground. Still, he entirely ignores both of the Nosferatu, offering neither even a nod as his attention goes to Adelaide. He only seems to pay her much mind when she is through with her introductions and addressing the entirety of Elysium.
Then Donkey Teeth whispers his last quip and it manages to get a rise out of the Assamite, who fold his arms to hide the subtle shake of laughter is summons.
On the other side of the hall Narcisa seems almost glad for that rumble that emerges from Mercy, and even more so as it's followed up with a question. It's a distraction from the steady flow of Kindred now stepping forward to make their presentations, claims on domain, and pledges of fealty to Denver, if not to the Camarilla directly.
The Malkavian turns and takes a few steps so that she's maybe a yard from where Mercy is crouched. She wears a linen blazer, black with only white stitching along its hem, lapels and cuffs to break up its darkness. It's her only nod to the formality of the event, a plain black t-shirt, a pair of dark navy jeans, and black jackboots rounding the outfit out.
She turns her head and returns the outlander's glare with her own. "I know you, but I don't know you. I'm wonderin' if you plan on bringing any of the wild from out there in with you, s'all."
Everett's assertion to Gotfred gets a nod, hands out and fingers open, from the Nosferatu Primogen. “Of course. From a childe of Greta's I would expect nothing less.”
When the Brujah Anarch advances on Adelaide and those accompanying her, all the arrayed eyes go to him as he is first to out-and-out break the (relative) silence in the wake of the Ventrue announcements and ally with the Ivory Tower. Adelaide returns them with a nod once Wenceslao has leaned over to whisper something into her ear. Rasmussen, on the other hand, again appears more moved by Everett's words and gives another nod and a pleased smile in his direction.
Kali's introduction comes with a more thorough regaling of pedigree and intent, and the look on Jun's face hints she may be the one chosen to take notes.
The Settites step forward next, as if in response to some measure of that intent and purview the Ravnos outlines.
Kamal stands at the fore, with Atef a step back and to the right.
"I am Kamal Moussa of the Settites, and with me is my childe, Atef Karim. We have similar assets and means of distribution to the Ravnos who spoke last, as do other Kindred in the city," and though that Ravnos is present, the Settite never turns to regard her.
"Where, outside of our havens and storefronts in Park Hill, our personnel come in contact with any who would impede our business interests we will leave the kine to settle the disputes by whatever means their bands find effective," his voice a harsh and gravely thing that continues reverberating through the chamber. "We find this an even playing field of power that does not endanger the Masquerade your Camarilla holds so dear."
"We are also pleased to see the Camarilla express such an interest in keeping Denver a bountiful city where all vampires can pursue profit and power undisturbed by the vagaries of war. We offer our own strength to this alliance," now one hand folding over his stomach, the other out, as he gives a bow toward Adelaide. Atef does not mimic it, only nodding – perhaps with even a little hesitation. The older Settite continues: "We hope that with it, the Camarilla will see fit to reverse its tightening of law enforcement's grip on the city, at least where it relates to those pursuits. It will allow us to bring our full strength to bear in defending our domain and Denver as a whole."
A few more neonates, a Brujah of consequence, a Toreador of notable siring, a Malkavian of laudable brevity, and still others step forward to claim this block and that game, this high rise or that office building, this vice or that business, until...
The three Tremere with Marguerite Hill step forward with Jeremy now at their helm.
"Jeremy Cabot of the Tremere, subordinate to Lady Hill," and first he gestures to Malcolm, "Malcolm Redknapp," and then to the female Tremere with her short cropped hair and tuxedo jacket, "and Anne Benton." His voice has a certain solemnity to it that seems uncharacteristic for such social proceedings.
"The Tremere claim Ives, Sullivan and Company, a publishing house of Lady Hill's, and the University of Denver with its surrounding territories – bars, dormitories, and other businesses – as our domain and feeding ground under the new established praxis, whenever it is decided. We are in the midst of establishing a chantry, but with the city at war it will be our haven, and we find it best to keep its location private." With this Malcolm finally returns that amused look from Kali with one of his own.
Probably because he knows what is coming next.
"We also thank Lady Hill for accepting us into her newly established chantry. We were placed in Denver for a reason. We are trained and ready to fight the Sabbat that harry Denver," and this time a look to Samantha, Jun, Jonas, Wenceslao, Rasmussen and finally Adelaide before he continues. "We are experienced in fighting the Sabbat because none fight them more than they fight amongst themselves. And all of us, Malcolm, Anne and myself, once counted ourselves amongst their number," letting is sink in, his hands folding before his waist, lips thin, and none of them are smiling. Even Malcolm has wiped that smirk off his face.
Adelaide first merely nods, as she waits for the ensuing din to die down.
Oliverio takes this presentation (announcement) as his cue, the Giovanni never stepping forward to make his own introductions, leaving his clan as neutral as before the Elysium's beginning. He gives Donkey Teeth and Jack a final nod and his own rasp of lengthy murmurs, lost in those that come from around the room at Jeremy's words:
"I think whoever wrote tonight's feature presentation is trying to surprise us, and using blunt force to do it. Not very effective; an ax where a pinprick might do," shaking his head. "In any case, I was mean to be more eyes and ears than voice. And I must now be going," turning toward the door and walking to leave, his bodyguard stays close.
And when the room regains a quiet semblance of order the eldest Ventrue speaks again. "We welcome you all," to Jeremy and the two ex-Sabbat flanking him, "and thank you for your candor."
Samit only looks up as Jack's elbows come down to rest on the piano and even then he continues playing. The strength of the tune begins to taper off like the pulse of one whose veins are slowly emptying. By the time Adelaide is at the door he has withdrawn his fingers from the keys, swinging one leg over the bench and then the other so that he is facing the assembly and its newest and most dangerous addition. Will the Assamite refuse to rise for Lady Adelaide's arrival?
Of course not.
The assassin rolls forward onto his monk strap shoes, a dulled back hatch of woven leather. Circles to the side of the piano, to join with Jack, Donkey Teeth, Oliverio and the necromancer's nameless (barely seen and never heard) body guard.
As if he hadn't missed a step in the conversation, his smooth baritone voice finds an exposed moment to pierce itself into. "Oliverio, we both know you, as I, will take this more as the reading of a ledger."
The familiar tone he takes seems to hint he looks past the religious condemnation much of his clan might place upon the Giovanni in order to find a common ground. Still, he entirely ignores both of the Nosferatu, offering neither even a nod as his attention goes to Adelaide. He only seems to pay her much mind when she is through with her introductions and addressing the entirety of Elysium.
Then Donkey Teeth whispers his last quip and it manages to get a rise out of the Assamite, who fold his arms to hide the subtle shake of laughter is summons.
On the other side of the hall Narcisa seems almost glad for that rumble that emerges from Mercy, and even more so as it's followed up with a question. It's a distraction from the steady flow of Kindred now stepping forward to make their presentations, claims on domain, and pledges of fealty to Denver, if not to the Camarilla directly.
The Malkavian turns and takes a few steps so that she's maybe a yard from where Mercy is crouched. She wears a linen blazer, black with only white stitching along its hem, lapels and cuffs to break up its darkness. It's her only nod to the formality of the event, a plain black t-shirt, a pair of dark navy jeans, and black jackboots rounding the outfit out.
She turns her head and returns the outlander's glare with her own. "I know you, but I don't know you. I'm wonderin' if you plan on bringing any of the wild from out there in with you, s'all."
Everett's assertion to Gotfred gets a nod, hands out and fingers open, from the Nosferatu Primogen. “Of course. From a childe of Greta's I would expect nothing less.”
When the Brujah Anarch advances on Adelaide and those accompanying her, all the arrayed eyes go to him as he is first to out-and-out break the (relative) silence in the wake of the Ventrue announcements and ally with the Ivory Tower. Adelaide returns them with a nod once Wenceslao has leaned over to whisper something into her ear. Rasmussen, on the other hand, again appears more moved by Everett's words and gives another nod and a pleased smile in his direction.
Kali's introduction comes with a more thorough regaling of pedigree and intent, and the look on Jun's face hints she may be the one chosen to take notes.
The Settites step forward next, as if in response to some measure of that intent and purview the Ravnos outlines.
Kamal stands at the fore, with Atef a step back and to the right.
"I am Kamal Moussa of the Settites, and with me is my childe, Atef Karim. We have similar assets and means of distribution to the Ravnos who spoke last, as do other Kindred in the city," and though that Ravnos is present, the Settite never turns to regard her.
"Where, outside of our havens and storefronts in Park Hill, our personnel come in contact with any who would impede our business interests we will leave the kine to settle the disputes by whatever means their bands find effective," his voice a harsh and gravely thing that continues reverberating through the chamber. "We find this an even playing field of power that does not endanger the Masquerade your Camarilla holds so dear."
"We are also pleased to see the Camarilla express such an interest in keeping Denver a bountiful city where all vampires can pursue profit and power undisturbed by the vagaries of war. We offer our own strength to this alliance," now one hand folding over his stomach, the other out, as he gives a bow toward Adelaide. Atef does not mimic it, only nodding – perhaps with even a little hesitation. The older Settite continues: "We hope that with it, the Camarilla will see fit to reverse its tightening of law enforcement's grip on the city, at least where it relates to those pursuits. It will allow us to bring our full strength to bear in defending our domain and Denver as a whole."
A few more neonates, a Brujah of consequence, a Toreador of notable siring, a Malkavian of laudable brevity, and still others step forward to claim this block and that game, this high rise or that office building, this vice or that business, until...
The three Tremere with Marguerite Hill step forward with Jeremy now at their helm.
"Jeremy Cabot of the Tremere, subordinate to Lady Hill," and first he gestures to Malcolm, "Malcolm Redknapp," and then to the female Tremere with her short cropped hair and tuxedo jacket, "and Anne Benton." His voice has a certain solemnity to it that seems uncharacteristic for such social proceedings.
"The Tremere claim Ives, Sullivan and Company, a publishing house of Lady Hill's, and the University of Denver with its surrounding territories – bars, dormitories, and other businesses – as our domain and feeding ground under the new established praxis, whenever it is decided. We are in the midst of establishing a chantry, but with the city at war it will be our haven, and we find it best to keep its location private." With this Malcolm finally returns that amused look from Kali with one of his own.
Probably because he knows what is coming next.
"We also thank Lady Hill for accepting us into her newly established chantry. We were placed in Denver for a reason. We are trained and ready to fight the Sabbat that harry Denver," and this time a look to Samantha, Jun, Jonas, Wenceslao, Rasmussen and finally Adelaide before he continues. "We are experienced in fighting the Sabbat because none fight them more than they fight amongst themselves. And all of us, Malcolm, Anne and myself, once counted ourselves amongst their number," letting is sink in, his hands folding before his waist, lips thin, and none of them are smiling. Even Malcolm has wiped that smirk off his face.
Adelaide first merely nods, as she waits for the ensuing din to die down.
Oliverio takes this presentation (announcement) as his cue, the Giovanni never stepping forward to make his own introductions, leaving his clan as neutral as before the Elysium's beginning. He gives Donkey Teeth and Jack a final nod and his own rasp of lengthy murmurs, lost in those that come from around the room at Jeremy's words:
"I think whoever wrote tonight's feature presentation is trying to surprise us, and using blunt force to do it. Not very effective; an ax where a pinprick might do," shaking his head. "In any case, I was mean to be more eyes and ears than voice. And I must now be going," turning toward the door and walking to leave, his bodyguard stays close.
And when the room regains a quiet semblance of order the eldest Ventrue speaks again. "We welcome you all," to Jeremy and the two ex-Sabbat flanking him, "and thank you for your candor."