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Her nerves were already on edge and did not take well to being approached in such a boorish manner. Dia Chela blinked very slowly and deliberately, staring at the rabid vampire, her arms held loosely across her chest. The shadows coiled protectively around her.

“Nothing,” she answered finally, her head tilting slightly. “Nothing is wrong with me.” Nothing she would admit to anyway. Not to some stranger with terrible manners.

Emppu tilts his head slightly as Ravnos gives Cassius and himself a counter-offer, twining his fingers with Cassius' when the other grabs his hand. He sighs slightly, then carefully places his pouch of purloined goods into Cassius' other hand, a habit he'd taken to doing quite some time ago, not because Cassius demanded it or anything, but simply because he could. "Pardon me, love, but why are you asking if 'you' have a time limit? Should we not both participate in this task?" He glances back at the Disciple, tail flicking slightly. "No offense to you, Ravnos or to Cassius, but I wish to participate in some form in this task. Especially since it would benefit Cassius and his happiness." Emppu would do almost anything to ensure Cassius was happy, after all.

From beneath a nearby table the sound of barking and growling rose above the dull hum of the party. The table shook. Stopped. Shook again. And then a splash of water came from beneath the table cloth. Splashing onto Amadeo’s fancy shoes.

A loud, audible gasp. “Faucy! I told you to behave! You just peed on Mr. Rich Guy’s fancy shmancy shoes! GO APOLOGIZE!!”

Another series of barks and growls, the table shook again before a pink haired Malkavisn crawled out from underneath. “That is not a nice thing to say he does not look like a shined up turd!” In her arms; attached to a red leash was a swan shaped….water faucet. Madeline waggled a finger at it before her gaze turned to Amadeo. A wide grin spreading across her grey lips as she lovingly stroked the water faucet. “Sorry! Faucy has a potty mouth.” She leaned forward, covering the faucet’s ‘ears’. “He also has bladder control issues but we’re working on that.” She said matter of factly with a nod.

-Fleur looks a little sad- " I sadly when I met my husband. My sister chose a different path and J'nesst was always a traveler. I haven't seen her in years but I hope one day I will see her again." - she smiles looking over towards were she finally spotted her mate. She smiles and waves at him looking at the brothers she smiles- " our host is heading this way towards us. He is one with mask covering half his face. He is a kind and friendly." - She was at him again-

Amadeo had just received his libation when a disturbance shifted his attention from the delicate crystal chalice and it's delightful looking amber contents to the.. whatever happened to be lurking under the table.
He was about to reply when he realized.
Malkavian.
There was no point in fighting against the onslaught of insanity that would no doubt come spewing from this vibrant lunatic should he try to gain any clarity from her.

"Signora." He began, his voice calm and even. Her insults seemed not to phase him. He'd been called worse. "There is no harm done." He shook his shoe off absently. "What can you do with an untrained animal? Patience is the best answer. He'll come around."

Something nagged at him. Where had he seen that faucet before? It looked.. uncomfortably familiar. Suddenly it all came back to him. The night of the Masquerade. The Malkavian Prank. So, THAT'S what became of the faucet in the upstairs guest bathroom. Her little puppy was solid gold. "Quite expensive taste you have in dog breed. Where on earth did you acquire such a... fine specimen?"

A snoring noise could be heard as the doors to the castle were opened, in walked a small pale woman whose sweater hung off her shoulder. On her other shoulder hung another fae who appeared to be sleeping. Ayia began by looking around nervously, trying not to catch anyones eye, before skittering to the closest couch she could find and plopping the other fae on it unceremoniously. She brushed the orange and yellow hair out of her master’s face before carefully setting a hat upon the fae’s head.



The sleeping fae snorted and snored for a minute longer before her head flopped back on the couch. Her hat almost flew off her head as she snapped back up and opened her eyes wide. She looked around, very confused, then stared for a long moment at Ayia. ”Arana is kidnapped? No.. no that isn’t right. OH!” She looked around excitedly as many of the faces around her became familiar. ”A poppet party just for Arana! Or Arana for a poppet party?…Eh.. Where is Arana?”

Kitrye had finally made his way over to where his beloved was. Wrapping a protective arm around her waist he eyed the two male vampires situations she was conversing with.

“What is so urgent my love?” It hadn’t been that long since he had left her and obviously the two were the reason she called him back over. What was it? More politics? He supposed that with such a grand party there was bound to be those that would show up looking for boobs.

“Can I help you gentleman?”