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 Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2022 12:28 pm
It had been a long time since Kitrye had hosted a party at his mansion. It was an open invitation to mortals and immortals alike. As long as both behaved themselves. He had hired the best decorators. The best entertainment. The best food and drink to get the mortal’s blood pumping. It was almost too much. No, no. It was not enough! But it would have to do. What an embarrassment. But he would have to lament later as guests had begun to filter in. It was obvious who was who of course. Most Vampires couldn’t hide who they were without a glamour. Luckily Kitrye didn’t need one. He didn’t know if he could create anything better than himself. For now he would mingle and leave everyone to their own devices.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2022 12:37 pm
Ravnos had turned up to the party. Of course he could never turn down the chance to crash a Toreador’s precious gathering. And he was not in the least bit surprised that there were mortals here too. Maybe he would grab a bite later. The dark haired Disciple made his way to the bar ordering himself a drink. As he waited he leaned up against the bar. Lights reflecting off his gold bracelets and earrings as he pulled out a thin cigar and lit it. The air around him filling with the scene of cloves and a light hint of something floral. Dark eyes swept across the large room. Scanning for any familiar and perhaps not so familiar faces. He honestly wasn’t here to socialize. More so just to scope who was still kicking and to see what he could get out of this gathering.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2022 12:55 pm
 The Artistes always threw the best parties.
That, Artemis found, had not changed over the years. It was pleasant, almsot comforting, really, to know that even after her long torpor, some things remained the same. She hadn't been awake for long, really; long enough to get herself cleaned up and...persuade a few mortals into her manor to begin putting it back into proper order. She'd fed, too, though it had taken some time to find prey that matched her particular palate.
The point was, she was presentable, as the First of Clan Ventrue ought to be. And when she sashayed into the party like she owned the room, her eyes flicked over the gathered group. There were many here, mortals and Kindred alike, and as she wove throguh, evaluating who was here and who was not, her eyes landed on a familiar figure.
Artemis smiled. Picked up a wine glass, although it would do nothing for her. Raised it, in the direction of the dark-haired smoker at the bar.
It was good to know that she was not alone.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2022 1:20 pm
 She didn't often feel the need to leave her palace and her endless Party to attend someone else's, but she was bored. The constant stream of mortals in her home had started to blur together. She needed something new.
She moved with the practiced grace and calculated beauty of a wild jungle cat. Her muscles moving in synchrony to give her the best lines and most seductive poses naturally, effortlessly, as she stalked into the room, gently caressing any beautiful mortals she passed. They seemed enamored of her for the moment their eyes met, but she was gone before they would utter a word. She waded through the throngs of creatures around her, not all of which were mortal she knew, though low-level vampires bored her.
She noticed a blue-haired lovely from across the room, her purple dress clinging to her in the most pleasing manner. Ishtar sashayed her way over to her, a lustful grin on her face. "Hello there," she said, her voice dripping with sexual desire.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2022 1:44 pm
Ravnos had been “marking” several party patrons as easy targets for late on in the evening. Weither it be valuables or souls he would leave with something tonight.
He noted the blue haired female out of the corner of his eye as she raised her champagne glass to him. He in turn raised his own glass, the ice cubes within clinking together. She didn’t approach but was in turn being approached by what only smelt and looked like trouble.
The Disciple likes trouble but not that kind of crazy trouble. So he kept to the bar and far away from the situation.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2022 6:39 pm
Illyes was not normally one for big, flashy gatherings, but it had been so long since he felt the stirrings of the clans, he felt he needed to show up and see what he had been missing. As always, his attire was immaculate and freshly pressed. As he stepped through the entryway and into the mansion proper, he adjusted the cuffs of his suit and turned the ring on his finger so that it sat just right. His cold and calculated gaze swept the room, taking in all those who had already arrived while making a mental note of who had not. So far there were few other disciples. He noted one near the bar and two who were preening away in front of each other. Nobody who he'd want to associate himself with.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2022 7:32 pm
 Anita valued her studies over parties. But it could be a improvement over the books she had been reading for past days. Her research was stilled. So it could very well prove a interest in gathering information as whom was around and what clans. Not that it matter but she was raised to interested in the books the Artistes had in their library. Books she could read to farther her own reseach.. she spots a table and watches the motrals and more vampires around her. Before sitting down watching the crowd.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2022 8:14 pm
Marconius normally would not seek the pressence of others, he didn't care for the pressence of other vampires, but he could observe others here and perhaps learn what was going on in these most recent nights. He'd been busy in his books, and studies, and had not paid much mind to other clans, bloodlines, and the like. It wasn't his buisness really, he didn't care much in all honesty, but perhaps he'd learn something worthwhile when other ancients were around. Many were older than himself, and from them he might learn something. That didn't mean he planned on being social, far from it, the alien like vampire kept to a corner of the room trying his best to stay hidden - an impossible task. He was very much aware of how he stood out, it could not be helped of course, but he wasn't about to take center stage either. He'd leave the attention seeking to others...those who enjoyed that sort of thing.
As he sat he took the time to look around, black eyes roaving over those gathered. He knew who many of them were, he wasn't so disconnected from the vampiric world, but he didn't know any of them personally. (Quote me to get my attention. I don't always check threads.)
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2022 9:01 pm
More and more were arriving. But so far not the one he had hoped would. A pity. There was so much to learn from parties. As his gaze swept over the ever growing crowd they landed on a slightly familiar, black eyed Vamp. Ravnos waved a hand to him . “Hey Mar….Mar….Marco…..” s**t what the ******** was his name again? It had been so long since their last encounter Ravnos had forgotten. “Marconius!!! You old stuffed shirt did you bring the book as your date?!” Ravnos practically screamed over the sounds of the party. “Never thought I’d see YOU here!!” He laughed equally as loud before raising his glass to the Kiasyd Disciple.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2022 9:11 pm
If ever there was to be a gathering of note, it surely was this one. Amid the throng of mortal and kindred there were those whose power and splendor made all around them drab and dark by contrast. Although Alessandra de Conti was not of them, she was among them, a neonate of the Ventrue Clan who surely knew a bit more than some of the partygoers who would unknowingly offer up their blood in the hours to follow. But for all her low state, the vampire gave no indication that she was intimidated by the glitterati that surrounded her.
As a Ventrue, Alessandra had a certain reputation to uphold. She entered the room with a poise that was innate, for all that her composure itself was something she had learned after careful study. But her presence was not immense, a mere glimmer amid the crowd, faint and rather unremarkable in its simplicity. It was not difficult to acquire a glass of wine, and though not particularly appetizing to the neonate, it did rather add to the image she was portraying. Seeming to mull the glass of wine at a table of her own, Alessandra took her place in the throng, observing the goings on.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2022 9:27 pm
Of course someone would notice him, he expecgted it really, but it just had to be Ravnos himself. Thankfully, for both of them, he had no book on his person tonight. While the other had no issue yelling ,and shouting, across the room the younger disciple was far more proper and settled for nodding his head once. He knew the other would see the gesture, Ravnos was far from blind, he was certain that little escaped the others gaze in fact.
Knowing the other was likelyh to carry on shouting, rather than approach him to talk in a peaceful manner, the Kiasyd got up from his seat and approached the other calmly. He kept an even pace, slow and steady, he didn't rush to anything - he had no need to. Finally he stood in front of the other.
"Ravnos, a pleasure. It has indeed been a long time. I do hope you've been well." The smile on his face could be taken in oh so many ways, it might even be seen as something to fear, but it was still a smile. "You really should mind you're manners. I would never bring a book to such a place, it might become dirty." The idea of a book, especially one of his, becoming dirty would not do well for whomever caused it to become dirty - very bad things might happen. However, Ravnos really should mind his manners a bit especially in front of so many young ones, this part however was left unspoken by the paler vampire. So far he hadn't seen any from his parent clan - good. He held no ill will towards the Lasombra but he also didn't wish to deal with them, not really.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2022 9:39 pm
Ah good. He heard him. As Marconius got up from his table and slowly, slowly made his way towards Ravnos the darker colored Vampire watched him intently. Marconius was always so proper he wondered what he would be chided for this time. Oh wait there it was. Manners.He rolled his eyes lightly as he listened to the other speak. Now he was kind of regretting this decision. He had forgotten how….proper the Kiasyd could be. Proper was not in Ravnos’ vocabulary. “Manners, right.” The Disciple took another sip of his drink but nearly spit it out into the face of a nearby Gangrel who was ordering drinks. So he swallowed it as fast as he could. “Really? I mean…. Yea I can understand that I mean just having it in the presence of the Ventrue and Daeva Disciples right now would probably get it very dirty.” A wry smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he shook his empty glass at the bar tender. The ice cubes clinking in unison with the chiming of his gold bracelets against one another. “But if you are really curious which I doubt you are I have had curious times recently. Very curiously….” A new glass found its way to his hand and he merely swirled the liquid. “Ah but enough about me how are your books?”
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2022 9:50 pm
A chill permeated the air. A sharp scent of blood, dark red wine, and death. The lights flickered, and the edges of the room darkened for just a moment...
....and then it was gone.EVERYONE Someone's here, and he's watching~
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2022 10:05 pm
 It could be said (and would be said if someone were to ask Dia Chela), that no party was complete without a Lasombra. They held, even now, though their numbers had dwindled, a place of power amongst the clans. Puppet-masters, quietly at work from the shadows, constantly seeking more. Thus Dia Chela was here, though she had not the overt sexuality of the Daeva nor the delightful beauty of the Ventrue, she had her own... charm. If one could call it that. Mortals, without even realising it, shied away from her. Instinctively they knew to avoid her. Even amongst the Lasombra, she was an oddity. A creature of the shadows, obtenebration her speciality. She would not have been the first choice to represent them but a Lasombra was necessary and so here she was. For now she lingered, perhaps even lurked, around the edges of the crowd, the shadows deeper wherever she stepped, flickering though there was no light to move them. Oh how delightful it was to see so many powerful beings in one place. It had been a long time since she had last mingled with those so distinguished. It offered a great chance for connection, to cement her place of power in the clans. She had high hopes for the night. Then she felt it. Something, or someone, else was here. She felt the shadows darken. Who is it? She asked them but they were silent.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2022 10:22 pm
Ziska, ever curious, followed the growing trail of mortals and immortals to a mansion. She peers around curiously, twitching every now and then spasmodically before heading towards the bar, her stitched and permanently smiling face dipping in what could possibly be a greeting to those around her. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Nightmare makes his way cautiously and curiously in to what was apparently a rather large party. There were a variety of fae around, he notices, some dancing, others sitting, visiting, and still others drinking. This looks like a very interesting gathering, he thinks to himself as he goes to try to find a place to sit and observe the proceedings for the time being.
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