23:14:24 [Masquerade] It was but a mere month until the annual gathering. Whilst the Masquerade did indeed run every year, it was only every fourth in which the entire society would congreate, given that members were scattered far and wide. This year, the event was to be held at the new Luxor Manor, home of Viktor Julius Luxor. Given that his old abode was burned and pillaged by those who deemed him unholy due to his failure to attend holy ceremonies, he'd had but no choice to buy a new Estate, and rebuild. The Estate stretches over seven hundred acres, two small villages, few farms and woodland dotting its surface. The manor or more suitably, 'keep' in question is at least triple the size of the his last. Mammoth by any standards, it boasts five floors, complete with a basement and underground dungeon or, 'kitchen' and five spires at the roof. From the bottom, a cavernous area has been built. Dungeons are kept here for the more unruly prisoners, whilst there are more comfortable locked rooms to house blood dolls and food. More -
23:14:47 [Masquerade] -favored 'pets' of sorts can be housed on the upper floors or rooms adjoining their masters, but such is a rarity. Viktor himself prefers to hunt and has little use for the dungeons but the build is most perfect for The Masquerade. The basement houses suitable rooms for servants, groomsmen and maids of the house, and of guests. Of course it is expected that personal attendants to guests and ladies maids be roomed closer to their employers, and so this is not meant to house them. Rooms here will be comfortable, not too small seeing as the master is a generous one, and housed with plain, but appropriate furniture for the tenants. The basement too is wear the kitchen and laundering oocurs. Mending, washing will be taken here, whilst food too will be prepared there. There are three exits from the underground, the basement has a more secret exit for emergencies, and gardeners to the lush gardens, whilst one opens to a small kitchen and another to the undergrounds. It is said there is a tunnel from the -
23:15:11 [Masquerade] -undergrounds. It is said there is a tunnel from the undergrounds to the outside, but few know whether this myth is true. The fist floor contains a grand foyer, small kitchen that leads off to the grand dining room for feasts, in which can seat up to one hundred guests, and a smaller more private breakfast room. Four sitting rooms, two drawing rooms, grand ballroom, library, study and a number of other private rooms. The second floor houses more entertaining rooms along with the council chamber in which meetings will be held. Above is a room for ladies maids and the more privleged servants. Fourth floor is guest rooms, drawing rooms, sitting rooms, parlours and ensuites as is the fifth. There is indeed more than enough to house all guests in indulgent luxury. The center spire is of course the largest. It houses Viktor's own personal chambers and study. The second spire houses his charge Adaloura, a third is Junipers and the last two remain empty. Perhaps used for storage? The surrounding grounds contain a -
23:15:23 [Masquerade] - rose garden, a lavish hedge maze, a grand courtyard and other private nooks and gardens. There is a large stable housing many prize horses nearby, and a shelter with sole purpose of housing the carriages of any guests who choose to bring their own, along with the masters own. The manor itself is architectually pleasing, whilst the inside is draped with the finest decoration and art pieces. A palace in its own right, it indeed fit for a King and of course, for the prestigious guests of The Masquerade. Already carriages are being drawn up, Viktors own groomsmen coming to attend those of the patrons. Fashionable ladies and gentlemen emerge from their coaches and begin to enter the Manor. The festives have begun.
23:37:25 Emiliana_Dimitri : was one of the early arrivals. The femme in question sat poised in her carriage, all prim and proper despite her true nature. Here she sat, fidgeting as subtly as she could whilst she waited for the grooms to cease urging the coach forward. Finally, the party came to a stop and the hosts Groomsmen came to open the door and lend a knee to get the lady down. A frown marred full lips, and deep emerald occulars were cast heavenward. All this fuss when she could have simply jumped down from her seat. Better yet, she could have been riding astride. A look was cast over her shoulder toward a following carriage. Hers, and filled to bursting point with clothing and such unmentionables for her stay. A whole lot of rubbish, if you asked Emilia'. Ebony lace gloves dusted off her skirt, before she picked her skirts up slightly and allowed herself to be escorted to the door. Who else had arrived? Almond shaped eyes narrowed speculatively as she inspected the carriages ahead of her, and then behind. >>
23:37:41 [Emiliana_Dimitri] << behind. The procession was a long one, and she could only make out a few emblems she recognized on their sides. The woman winked playfully to one of her most familiar footmen, only to stop and wait for the Lord of the house to greet her. Quite a spectacular vision in her own right, a feminine and yet slender frame donned a corsetted gown of burnt scarlet. Lined with black lace, ribbons pulling the front taut and to her figure, whilst small sleeves slipped just off of her shoulders. Matching evening evening slippers and gloves completed the ensemble. Emiliana had an air of confidence about her, something exotic, was it? Nevermind that, her stylish fashion was all compliments of her dutiful ladies maids. No she was much more interested in philosophy and politics, and held little patience for trivial events. In fact, she was most put out that she'd have to attend the ball.
23:50:10 Jonah_Cain - He followed behind a large and obviously expensive carriage, not by choice, but the driver had cut from around the prior bend and nearly thrown him from his horse. Jonah waited calmly for the obese entourage to pass-by, and kept a close distance as he followed the wagon ruts. When the owner stepped out in his high leather boots and ornate surcoat, Jonah was there to make his aggravation well known. He dropped from his saddle and drew his pistol. “Sir, your driver is arrogant and steeped in dregs,” his finger rolled across the hammer as the vampire began to open his mouth and contest. “Unless you plan to apologize and pay me for the offense, I suggest you curve your tongue and ready your pistol!” – The vampire, who’s dress reflected his high station with its engraved buttons lining the hems and curling with floral stitching, was nearly struck down with contempt at the crude dispatching of his honor. He faced Jonah fully, before glancing to his driver, then back to his challenger. “…Then I will meet you after my introduction, and see to this affair properly.” – Jonah lowered his weapon and nodded with the acceptance of the duel.
23:50:19 Jonah_Cain - “Then by all means, get to it.” Waving his hand, the vampire and his servant entered the mansion. Jonah stood by and waited alone before entering himself.
00:04:03 Viktor` paused to look over his immaculate foyer and halls. He had already instructed numorous servants to triple check that the guest rooms were perfect, and that each had a chilled bottle of fresh blood on a bed of ice to fill their travel-hungry stomachs. Fresh goods had been hunted and harvested. All in all, everything was ready for the big event; his guests would be well catered for. His head high and his stance most exemplary, the stern male crossed to the grand foyer where guests had already entered. A codial and polite smile found his lips. The expression itself was hardly warm no, his real emotions were saved only for a select few, his charges included. Mind you, both of which were tucked away, not to be presented until later. He bowed respectfully to fellow council members, and allowed those beneath himself to bow or curtsy to him. His gaze ran with a hint of approval over Emiliana. Viktor was a friend of hers, and knew very well she'd hardly find her clothing anything but a nuisance. A hint of -
00:04:18 [Viktor`] - a smirk graced his lips and he bowed regally to her. "Ah, madame Dimitri. A pleasure as always. And might I say, you are quite a vision this eve." Now nodding to his servants, he allowed them to take the coats, gloves, parasols and what have you from his guests and begin to lead them up to their rooms to rest for a an hour or so before dinner. Their luggage was taken seperately, and brought quickly and efficiently up the numorous floors. Among those already greeted was Jonah's apparent duel partner. One of the masters groomsmen had caught the fiery conversation and had discretely informed him as quickly as possible. Sharp gray eyes rolled heavenward a moment, before he drew forth to bow and greet Jonah. "Ah, Sir Cain. A pleasure it is." Sly as a fox he added with a good natured grin, "This peaceful event is indeed a treat, is it not?" The Society had forged an agreement of peace between all vampires attending The Masquerade. He would not have someone breaking the age old tradition when it-
00:04:35 [Viktor`] - was his turn as hosting; it would only look badly on his part.
00:09:46 Jonah_Cain - After the appointed time, Jonah brushed away the remnants of his ride through the thicket, and straightened his collar. He wore a dark suit that had been his fathers, its silver clasps pressed his cuffs tight along his wrists and a gold pin with diamond inlay hung at his chest. After making himself agreeable, Jonah arrived at the main doors and pulled the large brass knocker twice, then waited to be welcomed into the manor. When Victor met him at the door, he gave an equally graceful bow, hardly missing the twice contrived comment and his disapproving voice. “Perhaps you should make such conditions known to those attending. I will not allow my respectable nature to be trampled upon by unruly dogs.”
00:10:40 Emiliana_Dimitri smiled knowingly back to Viktor had dropped into a graceful curtsy, that masked her troublesome ways. "It has been too long, Viktor." She was familiar enough to assume to use his first name. Indeed, it had been too long. Emilia was one of those who simply lived too far to return to the event anymore than every fourth year. She allowed him to kiss her hand as was customary, before then following after a servant and some of the other guests to the upper floors. It wasn't like her to bother involving herself in their silly small talk and so, merely greeted them and remained silent. Fickle dullards, the lot of them. After being admitted to her room, a dramatic sigh of relief left full lips. "The agony of it all." Was her complaining drone sent to her ladies maid, Nathalie. She propped up her feet after flopping into a chair, and helped herself to the provided meal.
00:15:59 Viktor` rose an articulate brow. "I will be sure to do so, Sir Cain." Apparently, he was going to have his hands full this year. The man remained in place in the center of his foyer, and nodded at his footman to continue admitting guests. Gray eyes avert toward Jonah as his shoulders give a shrug. "We must all deal with uruly dogs for the sake of our kind." Beckoning a maid over now, Viktor whispered something unintelligable to her obediantly bowed head and watched her scurry off like a child to do his bidding. The servant in question, Mary returned within a minute or so to offer a tray carrying two glasses of blood for the master, and Jonah Cain. Viktor's pallid hand reached for one without a thought, "Care for a drink, Jonah?"
00:20:13 [Aztec] ~Hooves pounded the ground endlessly it had seemed. One in front of the other and so forth until at long last they had arrived. Pausing momentarily, lashes fluttered in an array of charcoal amusement at the grandeur of the mansion that lay ahead. Excited would be the least of the emotions flowing through her mind, excitement, entrancement, the list could expire after she did. Black gloved hands gripped tightly upon the reigns of the horse beneath her, pulling steadily until the steed slowed to a gentle but rapturous pace, idling his way to where the grand entrance was it would seem. The 2 men behind her slowed their horses as well, matching her trot but staying a few feet behind her at all times. They were dark and ominous yet held a boyish quality that would not put them above the age of 18. <c>
00:20:25 [Aztec] A gloved hand motioned a stop as they arrived, and she slid from the seat she had ridden so far on. A drapery of a dress adorned her body as she sat side saddled upon the large animal, she slid her hand to pat the stallion and then to hold her dress while she slid from his body. A wiggle of her nose and she had settled herself on the ground, looking down to her dress, sighing gently at the disarray upon her.<c>
00:20:33 [Aztec] She reached down idly and brushed a few absent bits of dust off of the trailing hem of the gown, she was used to wearing immaculate gowns, however she had found this one not as easy to ride in as others, which had frustrated her to no end. She would not have these clan members see her in such a disheveled state, it was not the way of her family. The Taele were refined and proper, business owners and old money…..they also preferred their women leaders over men, and as the highest ranking available female, she was asked to attend this important event. <c>
00:20:37 [Aztec] Meeting with these others would be of great interested to the Taele’s interest in expanding their empire. A light frown pursed against her pale lips, as she glanced upwards at the footmen moving to give her aid. She waved them off. “Non.” She partialed from those scrunched lips and stood up straight once more. Rising a hand to her hair, she let loose a gentle tumble of light chocolate curls from a well placed pin for the ride, and let them slide onto her shoulders. Finally believing she was ready, she uttered gentle words to the men who accompanied her and they took the reigns of her stallion and their own and brought them to the stables. Azzalyne however, took her first steps into the mansion, one crafted brow lofting in mild curiousity, her lips staying pursed but plush in an overtly obtuse manner, taking her first sights to who had arrived already.<e>
00:33:21 Jonah_Cain - The taste of regret swept across his senses, and the idea of ‘peace’ was enough to procure a residual anarchist to his limits. “I may stem my hand, if but for my host. But you will not let my query relieve himself of this event without announcing his vacancy. Do so otherwise, and I will see to this debt, by his head or any others that stands in the way…but, leaving such business alone, I think a drink would be handsome.” Jonah took the glass, and gave a curt nod. “I will see myself in…unlike the pompous ass in the coach.” – Without another word, Jonah walked through the foyer, tossed his coat to the coat-man and finished his drink simply to toss the glass aside as well, testing the hands of a nearby servant girl. When confronted with the short-worked army of servants ready for his luggage, he pressed his hands against them and stood away. “Stay your picking at me, and break down my horse. And you,” Jonah snapped another hand maid to him with all haste. >
00:33:56 Jonah_Cain - “I expect brandy, cigars and an adequate meal in my room.” The maid spun away, simply to acknowledge Jonah’s command, though his requests were already well prepared. – When Jonah caught sight of his repugnant duelist, he stopped shortly to announce the retraction. “Out of respect for the event, I’ll allow you to enjoy the festivities…but we are not finished, and to leave with be an insult to yourself and to your kind...So enjoy your night, my lord.” The two shared a quant acceptance and Jonah left the vampire to his own tidings. Making his way into the raised booth, over looking the ball room floor, Jonah found a comforting seat and stayed his long ride with a warm hearth and a quickly replaced drink. “Be off with you,” he snapped at the servant, who bowed and left the vampire to his vices.
00:57:05 Viktor` ignored his urge to frown. The dullard thought to order him about in his own manor? On his own lands? "Unfortunately, Sir Cain that is not an option. As you know, Sir Mocrezu is of the council and it is not in my power to dismiss him of a council meeting, especially not one as important as this. My apolgies sire." A hand rose to his temple as if to scratch, but then dropped. Hopefully Jonah didn't pull anything funny. He didn't want to have to remove the man, or order him to leave the premises. A calculated swig of the meal was taken whilst his brows rose. It was with Viktor's utmost restraint did he force himself not to spit the contents of his drink when Jonah further insulted their fellow council member. "Mm." The servant girl caught his glass, wideyed. The man servant followed suit. What was this barbarian doing, throwing things at him? Mind you, the servants did try to take his things at the door as they did with everyone else, it was with his own decision did he keep them upon himself. They were well-
00:57:15 [Viktor`] -trained and so, groomsmen had already gone to tend to his horse and luggage, and needed not to be ordered about like slaves. Viktor replaced his glass to the tray and frowned at the other man. He was not one to begin trouble in Society events but he would not have himself, or his servants treated in such an appalling fashion. "Sir, there is but a glass to sustain you in your room. This is because all guests will be expected in the grand dining room for a proper meal rather soon." As for the man Jonah was 'talking' to, he'd already moved off with the other guests and was not in the vicinity. It will be known that Jonah will have only been lead to his guest suite. Given his earlier tantrum, the servants would have been brisk and left him to fend for himself. They would not be helping someone who acted so surly and poor during such high society events. It was a wonder why this man was on the council at all! In fact, Viktor had made a mental point to have him removed as soon as possible, and to assure that he -
00:57:48 [Viktor`] - not invited upon the next Masquerade. Not quite the socializer, and already vexed with his last guest Viktor drew a loud sigh. Meanwhile, groomsmen had already come to the aid of Lady Azzelyne and her party. The luggage horses were taken to, and the proper parcels were sent to the suitable suites at once. She would be immediately escorted up the steps by an obediant servant, whilst another at the door relieved them of their coats and what have you. Viktor waited as they were led to his own station in the middle of the foyer. Ah! Lady Azzelyne, of Paris. Relief drew over the vampire, given that he was quite sure the maiden was hardly going to be as difficult as Sir Cain and he even bowed, and pressed a polite kiss to her knuckles. "Welcome to my homestead." He shook hands with her attendants, and gave another of his proper little smiles. "I do hope you'll enjoy the festives." As a few servants came to escort the guests to their rooms, Viktor nodded. "Our dinner feast will not long, my servants will-
00:58:04 [Viktor`] - take you to your rooms to... freshen up?" They looked well enough, he thought but women were always fussy, werent they? He went back to greet a few more guests as they were led onward.
01:04:54 [Tyler-Jackson] ||Outsider. Was there a better title? In no way. Tyler was not elegantly articulated. He was not versed in eloquence. He did not understand the necessity of cordiality. He did not have the experience of era-old ages. No. Then why was he here? Because his liege could not be. And of the so many that were active within his liege’s coven he was the one. The trusted. He was, and still is; enigmatic. He was far too young to be at such a gathering as a representative, yet here he is. Remarkably unremarkable. The worn coat that gripped his torso failed at its sad attempt to bring his appearance to a level of prim propriety. The frilled hems of his sleeves barely offsetting delicate hands. His appearance was strange, and barely befitting. His skin was pale, yet far from pallid. His eyes still held intrigue and mystery; far from the bored expression that most, if not all, the other attendee’s held. His relatively short life had yet to nullify him to first-time experiences, and as such, he was stunned -
01:04:56 [Tyler-Jackson] --by the magnificence of the others arriving. As close to human as can be without a beating heart. -He was told he’d grow out of it.- The approach. The extravagance of chariot or carriage had not been denied of the protagonist, no. He had merely declined them. The well trodden path to the Mansion fore’ left his travel boots lightly dusted. His eyes, still retaining their emerald valour rose to the adorned entrance to the mansion. Extravagant. He did not quite understand the point. Again, his liege’s voice echoed in his head. “With time.” He started his way up the steps. Duty calls.||
01:26:14 Adaloura had avoided the commotion of guests arriving in torrents in her own little nook. Her room was like a large octogon, completely outfitted with the most fashionable furniture and draperies money could buy. She was his favourite, no? Spoiled rotten and yet she couldn't help feel like a bird in a gilded cage. It had been two weeks since she'd left Luthor Manor, and upon careful interrogation of the servants, had come to the conclusion that no word had been sent from the Luthors regarding The Masquerade. Would they come? The belle stirred on her window seat, peering out the high window as a man trudged forth, unaccompied and with little carried on him. A brow perked curiosly and she leaned forward, deep emerald orbs narrowing as they strained to better identify him. He was no one she knew, that much was sure, and without a marked carriage she could hardly guess which coven, family or land he hailed from. Eventually giving up given the darkness that was hardly improved by lanterns along the road. Finally, she >
01:26:27 [Adaloura] < rose. There was no point hiding up here all day, no? Plus, if she didn't attend the grand feast people would talk and Viktor, poor Viktor, would worry over her. A quick glance to a large gold rimmed mirror revealed a youthful looking femme, curvaceous and of petite stature. Delicate features, almond shaped eyes of jade lined with lush lashes. Cream and rose skin peeked from her pink, rose and gold gown, whilst blonde tresses hung in artfully pinned curls. She was a decorative piece this night, and looked every bit the favored doll that she was. Adaloura bit down against her lip fretfully. She didn't want to be a part of the Masquerade, not when she missed him but, unfortunately, the undead belle had little choice. With that she flounced off down the spiralling stairs from her secluded spire, only to wind her way through the maze of halls and rooms until arriving on the first floor in the grand dining hall where the arrived guests, were just about getting seated. It was early in the event, and >
01:26:43 [Adaloura] < and there were only about forty, or perhaps fifty attending the meal that looked as if to cater for two hundred. Ada greeted everyone in a sociable fashion, a charming smile fixed at her lips. This was going to be a trial, no doubt. Viktor was not among them yet, probably greeting a few stragglers.
01:42:36 Viktor` watched as his servants repeated their process time and time again; see to the patrons, see to the horses and carriage, bring the luggage through a seperate entry to their suite, while another escorts the guest to the door where their coat and the like will be removed before they are then brought to him. A tiresome little course that the vampire was quickly losing patience for. As a servant or two hurried off to escort a lady to her temporary chambers, the footman brought forth a man. An ordinary man with little with him. Ah, so this must be him. A reply to the invite was most compulsary and so, Viktor had heard prior to the date that a lesser man would be sent in the stead of one of the council members. With a nod, a solid arm extended as to shake the others. "Good Evening. I trust your journey was pleasant, Sir.....?" Could it be helped if he didn't know this lads name? Slate gray eyes dropped to scan slowly over the man, calculating and yet, somehow not rude and pointed. "You'll find that you -
01:42:45 [Viktor`] - are just in time for the feast. You will be dining with us, yes?" Hopefully he wasn't the fussy sort that demanded he be given time to 'freshen up' and rest in his suite. No doubt he wouldn't, even though he was likely to be the only one who had done any hard travel.
02:02:43 [Tyler-Jackson] || All that he had been told about etiquette and protocol slipped from his focus as the man extended his arm. This was familiar. Being called ‘Sir’? A little less then usual. He raised his hand to grip the others firmly. His own hand was roughened; the man knew what it was to work. Still, his eyes were diverted. Whilst he was here to represent a Council Member, he held no illusions; he was not one. His eyes were diverted out of respect. Emerald hues flickered to the left in remembrance, his voice resonating out with sonorous warmth. Tickling with emotion. Odd. “My name is Tyler, sir.<i>” He did not endeavour to tell the host what he could or could not call him.<i> “Here in representation of Tiresias, of the Polynices Coven. He sends his regards and is regretful that he could not be here in person.” After a firm shake he’d let go of the hand and let it fall to his side. He had been offered to dine, and whilst he was relatively tired, it was not pressing enough to dare to be rude enough to decline--
02:02:46 [Tyler-Jackson] -- such an offer, even if it was just formality. “It would be an honour.” He affirmed this with a nod. This was about as far as he had been versed in formality. Introductions. He had planned to stay out of the way for the proceedings, until the meetings of which his sire’s interests would be addressed, at which he would dutifully attend. Until then, he intended to make as little of himself as possible.||
02:05:07 [Count_Borjigin] It had been a long journey from Kharkhorin to attend the Masquerade but there had been remarkably few incidents along the way. Perhaps his guard of soldiers had put off any potential bandits from attempting to waylay the black coach. It would be a stretch to say he'd enjoyed the journey, after all he'd spent most of it inside the coach or a few hostelries along the way. Refreshment had been easy enough to come by in the local villages he'd visited and when he arrived he was alert and relaxed. He'd left the eight soldiers and their mounts at the nearest village where they would stay until he collected them to return to his homeland. In the meantime his driver, one guard and the coach had made the journey out of town to the large manor house, following directions given by a rather dubious looking character who'd not made any efforts to hide his distaste at the idea of going there. Once the coach had stopped and the driver opened the door Grigori stepped out and looked around at the impressive structure. It -c
02:05:13 [Count_Borjigin] was of relatively recent manufacture, lacking the signs of age that marked more ancient buildings and appeared to be well designed as a fortress and a manor house. The driver walked up to stand by his side, holding the invitation until his master was ready. Eventually Grigori offered him a nod and they walked up to the door. The driver lifted the metal knocker and rapped it smartly against the door, both of them waiting until it was opened before the driver could present the invitation and announce his master's presence.
23:14:47 [Masquerade] -favored 'pets' of sorts can be housed on the upper floors or rooms adjoining their masters, but such is a rarity. Viktor himself prefers to hunt and has little use for the dungeons but the build is most perfect for The Masquerade. The basement houses suitable rooms for servants, groomsmen and maids of the house, and of guests. Of course it is expected that personal attendants to guests and ladies maids be roomed closer to their employers, and so this is not meant to house them. Rooms here will be comfortable, not too small seeing as the master is a generous one, and housed with plain, but appropriate furniture for the tenants. The basement too is wear the kitchen and laundering oocurs. Mending, washing will be taken here, whilst food too will be prepared there. There are three exits from the underground, the basement has a more secret exit for emergencies, and gardeners to the lush gardens, whilst one opens to a small kitchen and another to the undergrounds. It is said there is a tunnel from the -
23:15:11 [Masquerade] -undergrounds. It is said there is a tunnel from the undergrounds to the outside, but few know whether this myth is true. The fist floor contains a grand foyer, small kitchen that leads off to the grand dining room for feasts, in which can seat up to one hundred guests, and a smaller more private breakfast room. Four sitting rooms, two drawing rooms, grand ballroom, library, study and a number of other private rooms. The second floor houses more entertaining rooms along with the council chamber in which meetings will be held. Above is a room for ladies maids and the more privleged servants. Fourth floor is guest rooms, drawing rooms, sitting rooms, parlours and ensuites as is the fifth. There is indeed more than enough to house all guests in indulgent luxury. The center spire is of course the largest. It houses Viktor's own personal chambers and study. The second spire houses his charge Adaloura, a third is Junipers and the last two remain empty. Perhaps used for storage? The surrounding grounds contain a -
23:15:23 [Masquerade] - rose garden, a lavish hedge maze, a grand courtyard and other private nooks and gardens. There is a large stable housing many prize horses nearby, and a shelter with sole purpose of housing the carriages of any guests who choose to bring their own, along with the masters own. The manor itself is architectually pleasing, whilst the inside is draped with the finest decoration and art pieces. A palace in its own right, it indeed fit for a King and of course, for the prestigious guests of The Masquerade. Already carriages are being drawn up, Viktors own groomsmen coming to attend those of the patrons. Fashionable ladies and gentlemen emerge from their coaches and begin to enter the Manor. The festives have begun.
23:37:25 Emiliana_Dimitri : was one of the early arrivals. The femme in question sat poised in her carriage, all prim and proper despite her true nature. Here she sat, fidgeting as subtly as she could whilst she waited for the grooms to cease urging the coach forward. Finally, the party came to a stop and the hosts Groomsmen came to open the door and lend a knee to get the lady down. A frown marred full lips, and deep emerald occulars were cast heavenward. All this fuss when she could have simply jumped down from her seat. Better yet, she could have been riding astride. A look was cast over her shoulder toward a following carriage. Hers, and filled to bursting point with clothing and such unmentionables for her stay. A whole lot of rubbish, if you asked Emilia'. Ebony lace gloves dusted off her skirt, before she picked her skirts up slightly and allowed herself to be escorted to the door. Who else had arrived? Almond shaped eyes narrowed speculatively as she inspected the carriages ahead of her, and then behind. >>
23:37:41 [Emiliana_Dimitri] << behind. The procession was a long one, and she could only make out a few emblems she recognized on their sides. The woman winked playfully to one of her most familiar footmen, only to stop and wait for the Lord of the house to greet her. Quite a spectacular vision in her own right, a feminine and yet slender frame donned a corsetted gown of burnt scarlet. Lined with black lace, ribbons pulling the front taut and to her figure, whilst small sleeves slipped just off of her shoulders. Matching evening evening slippers and gloves completed the ensemble. Emiliana had an air of confidence about her, something exotic, was it? Nevermind that, her stylish fashion was all compliments of her dutiful ladies maids. No she was much more interested in philosophy and politics, and held little patience for trivial events. In fact, she was most put out that she'd have to attend the ball.
23:50:10 Jonah_Cain - He followed behind a large and obviously expensive carriage, not by choice, but the driver had cut from around the prior bend and nearly thrown him from his horse. Jonah waited calmly for the obese entourage to pass-by, and kept a close distance as he followed the wagon ruts. When the owner stepped out in his high leather boots and ornate surcoat, Jonah was there to make his aggravation well known. He dropped from his saddle and drew his pistol. “Sir, your driver is arrogant and steeped in dregs,” his finger rolled across the hammer as the vampire began to open his mouth and contest. “Unless you plan to apologize and pay me for the offense, I suggest you curve your tongue and ready your pistol!” – The vampire, who’s dress reflected his high station with its engraved buttons lining the hems and curling with floral stitching, was nearly struck down with contempt at the crude dispatching of his honor. He faced Jonah fully, before glancing to his driver, then back to his challenger. “…Then I will meet you after my introduction, and see to this affair properly.” – Jonah lowered his weapon and nodded with the acceptance of the duel.
23:50:19 Jonah_Cain - “Then by all means, get to it.” Waving his hand, the vampire and his servant entered the mansion. Jonah stood by and waited alone before entering himself.
00:04:03 Viktor` paused to look over his immaculate foyer and halls. He had already instructed numorous servants to triple check that the guest rooms were perfect, and that each had a chilled bottle of fresh blood on a bed of ice to fill their travel-hungry stomachs. Fresh goods had been hunted and harvested. All in all, everything was ready for the big event; his guests would be well catered for. His head high and his stance most exemplary, the stern male crossed to the grand foyer where guests had already entered. A codial and polite smile found his lips. The expression itself was hardly warm no, his real emotions were saved only for a select few, his charges included. Mind you, both of which were tucked away, not to be presented until later. He bowed respectfully to fellow council members, and allowed those beneath himself to bow or curtsy to him. His gaze ran with a hint of approval over Emiliana. Viktor was a friend of hers, and knew very well she'd hardly find her clothing anything but a nuisance. A hint of -
00:04:18 [Viktor`] - a smirk graced his lips and he bowed regally to her. "Ah, madame Dimitri. A pleasure as always. And might I say, you are quite a vision this eve." Now nodding to his servants, he allowed them to take the coats, gloves, parasols and what have you from his guests and begin to lead them up to their rooms to rest for a an hour or so before dinner. Their luggage was taken seperately, and brought quickly and efficiently up the numorous floors. Among those already greeted was Jonah's apparent duel partner. One of the masters groomsmen had caught the fiery conversation and had discretely informed him as quickly as possible. Sharp gray eyes rolled heavenward a moment, before he drew forth to bow and greet Jonah. "Ah, Sir Cain. A pleasure it is." Sly as a fox he added with a good natured grin, "This peaceful event is indeed a treat, is it not?" The Society had forged an agreement of peace between all vampires attending The Masquerade. He would not have someone breaking the age old tradition when it-
00:04:35 [Viktor`] - was his turn as hosting; it would only look badly on his part.
00:09:46 Jonah_Cain - After the appointed time, Jonah brushed away the remnants of his ride through the thicket, and straightened his collar. He wore a dark suit that had been his fathers, its silver clasps pressed his cuffs tight along his wrists and a gold pin with diamond inlay hung at his chest. After making himself agreeable, Jonah arrived at the main doors and pulled the large brass knocker twice, then waited to be welcomed into the manor. When Victor met him at the door, he gave an equally graceful bow, hardly missing the twice contrived comment and his disapproving voice. “Perhaps you should make such conditions known to those attending. I will not allow my respectable nature to be trampled upon by unruly dogs.”
00:10:40 Emiliana_Dimitri smiled knowingly back to Viktor had dropped into a graceful curtsy, that masked her troublesome ways. "It has been too long, Viktor." She was familiar enough to assume to use his first name. Indeed, it had been too long. Emilia was one of those who simply lived too far to return to the event anymore than every fourth year. She allowed him to kiss her hand as was customary, before then following after a servant and some of the other guests to the upper floors. It wasn't like her to bother involving herself in their silly small talk and so, merely greeted them and remained silent. Fickle dullards, the lot of them. After being admitted to her room, a dramatic sigh of relief left full lips. "The agony of it all." Was her complaining drone sent to her ladies maid, Nathalie. She propped up her feet after flopping into a chair, and helped herself to the provided meal.
00:15:59 Viktor` rose an articulate brow. "I will be sure to do so, Sir Cain." Apparently, he was going to have his hands full this year. The man remained in place in the center of his foyer, and nodded at his footman to continue admitting guests. Gray eyes avert toward Jonah as his shoulders give a shrug. "We must all deal with uruly dogs for the sake of our kind." Beckoning a maid over now, Viktor whispered something unintelligable to her obediantly bowed head and watched her scurry off like a child to do his bidding. The servant in question, Mary returned within a minute or so to offer a tray carrying two glasses of blood for the master, and Jonah Cain. Viktor's pallid hand reached for one without a thought, "Care for a drink, Jonah?"
00:20:13 [Aztec] ~Hooves pounded the ground endlessly it had seemed. One in front of the other and so forth until at long last they had arrived. Pausing momentarily, lashes fluttered in an array of charcoal amusement at the grandeur of the mansion that lay ahead. Excited would be the least of the emotions flowing through her mind, excitement, entrancement, the list could expire after she did. Black gloved hands gripped tightly upon the reigns of the horse beneath her, pulling steadily until the steed slowed to a gentle but rapturous pace, idling his way to where the grand entrance was it would seem. The 2 men behind her slowed their horses as well, matching her trot but staying a few feet behind her at all times. They were dark and ominous yet held a boyish quality that would not put them above the age of 18. <c>
00:20:25 [Aztec] A gloved hand motioned a stop as they arrived, and she slid from the seat she had ridden so far on. A drapery of a dress adorned her body as she sat side saddled upon the large animal, she slid her hand to pat the stallion and then to hold her dress while she slid from his body. A wiggle of her nose and she had settled herself on the ground, looking down to her dress, sighing gently at the disarray upon her.<c>
00:20:33 [Aztec] She reached down idly and brushed a few absent bits of dust off of the trailing hem of the gown, she was used to wearing immaculate gowns, however she had found this one not as easy to ride in as others, which had frustrated her to no end. She would not have these clan members see her in such a disheveled state, it was not the way of her family. The Taele were refined and proper, business owners and old money…..they also preferred their women leaders over men, and as the highest ranking available female, she was asked to attend this important event. <c>
00:20:37 [Aztec] Meeting with these others would be of great interested to the Taele’s interest in expanding their empire. A light frown pursed against her pale lips, as she glanced upwards at the footmen moving to give her aid. She waved them off. “Non.” She partialed from those scrunched lips and stood up straight once more. Rising a hand to her hair, she let loose a gentle tumble of light chocolate curls from a well placed pin for the ride, and let them slide onto her shoulders. Finally believing she was ready, she uttered gentle words to the men who accompanied her and they took the reigns of her stallion and their own and brought them to the stables. Azzalyne however, took her first steps into the mansion, one crafted brow lofting in mild curiousity, her lips staying pursed but plush in an overtly obtuse manner, taking her first sights to who had arrived already.<e>
00:33:21 Jonah_Cain - The taste of regret swept across his senses, and the idea of ‘peace’ was enough to procure a residual anarchist to his limits. “I may stem my hand, if but for my host. But you will not let my query relieve himself of this event without announcing his vacancy. Do so otherwise, and I will see to this debt, by his head or any others that stands in the way…but, leaving such business alone, I think a drink would be handsome.” Jonah took the glass, and gave a curt nod. “I will see myself in…unlike the pompous ass in the coach.” – Without another word, Jonah walked through the foyer, tossed his coat to the coat-man and finished his drink simply to toss the glass aside as well, testing the hands of a nearby servant girl. When confronted with the short-worked army of servants ready for his luggage, he pressed his hands against them and stood away. “Stay your picking at me, and break down my horse. And you,” Jonah snapped another hand maid to him with all haste. >
00:33:56 Jonah_Cain - “I expect brandy, cigars and an adequate meal in my room.” The maid spun away, simply to acknowledge Jonah’s command, though his requests were already well prepared. – When Jonah caught sight of his repugnant duelist, he stopped shortly to announce the retraction. “Out of respect for the event, I’ll allow you to enjoy the festivities…but we are not finished, and to leave with be an insult to yourself and to your kind...So enjoy your night, my lord.” The two shared a quant acceptance and Jonah left the vampire to his own tidings. Making his way into the raised booth, over looking the ball room floor, Jonah found a comforting seat and stayed his long ride with a warm hearth and a quickly replaced drink. “Be off with you,” he snapped at the servant, who bowed and left the vampire to his vices.
00:57:05 Viktor` ignored his urge to frown. The dullard thought to order him about in his own manor? On his own lands? "Unfortunately, Sir Cain that is not an option. As you know, Sir Mocrezu is of the council and it is not in my power to dismiss him of a council meeting, especially not one as important as this. My apolgies sire." A hand rose to his temple as if to scratch, but then dropped. Hopefully Jonah didn't pull anything funny. He didn't want to have to remove the man, or order him to leave the premises. A calculated swig of the meal was taken whilst his brows rose. It was with Viktor's utmost restraint did he force himself not to spit the contents of his drink when Jonah further insulted their fellow council member. "Mm." The servant girl caught his glass, wideyed. The man servant followed suit. What was this barbarian doing, throwing things at him? Mind you, the servants did try to take his things at the door as they did with everyone else, it was with his own decision did he keep them upon himself. They were well-
00:57:15 [Viktor`] -trained and so, groomsmen had already gone to tend to his horse and luggage, and needed not to be ordered about like slaves. Viktor replaced his glass to the tray and frowned at the other man. He was not one to begin trouble in Society events but he would not have himself, or his servants treated in such an appalling fashion. "Sir, there is but a glass to sustain you in your room. This is because all guests will be expected in the grand dining room for a proper meal rather soon." As for the man Jonah was 'talking' to, he'd already moved off with the other guests and was not in the vicinity. It will be known that Jonah will have only been lead to his guest suite. Given his earlier tantrum, the servants would have been brisk and left him to fend for himself. They would not be helping someone who acted so surly and poor during such high society events. It was a wonder why this man was on the council at all! In fact, Viktor had made a mental point to have him removed as soon as possible, and to assure that he -
00:57:48 [Viktor`] - not invited upon the next Masquerade. Not quite the socializer, and already vexed with his last guest Viktor drew a loud sigh. Meanwhile, groomsmen had already come to the aid of Lady Azzelyne and her party. The luggage horses were taken to, and the proper parcels were sent to the suitable suites at once. She would be immediately escorted up the steps by an obediant servant, whilst another at the door relieved them of their coats and what have you. Viktor waited as they were led to his own station in the middle of the foyer. Ah! Lady Azzelyne, of Paris. Relief drew over the vampire, given that he was quite sure the maiden was hardly going to be as difficult as Sir Cain and he even bowed, and pressed a polite kiss to her knuckles. "Welcome to my homestead." He shook hands with her attendants, and gave another of his proper little smiles. "I do hope you'll enjoy the festives." As a few servants came to escort the guests to their rooms, Viktor nodded. "Our dinner feast will not long, my servants will-
00:58:04 [Viktor`] - take you to your rooms to... freshen up?" They looked well enough, he thought but women were always fussy, werent they? He went back to greet a few more guests as they were led onward.
01:04:54 [Tyler-Jackson] ||Outsider. Was there a better title? In no way. Tyler was not elegantly articulated. He was not versed in eloquence. He did not understand the necessity of cordiality. He did not have the experience of era-old ages. No. Then why was he here? Because his liege could not be. And of the so many that were active within his liege’s coven he was the one. The trusted. He was, and still is; enigmatic. He was far too young to be at such a gathering as a representative, yet here he is. Remarkably unremarkable. The worn coat that gripped his torso failed at its sad attempt to bring his appearance to a level of prim propriety. The frilled hems of his sleeves barely offsetting delicate hands. His appearance was strange, and barely befitting. His skin was pale, yet far from pallid. His eyes still held intrigue and mystery; far from the bored expression that most, if not all, the other attendee’s held. His relatively short life had yet to nullify him to first-time experiences, and as such, he was stunned -
01:04:56 [Tyler-Jackson] --by the magnificence of the others arriving. As close to human as can be without a beating heart. -He was told he’d grow out of it.- The approach. The extravagance of chariot or carriage had not been denied of the protagonist, no. He had merely declined them. The well trodden path to the Mansion fore’ left his travel boots lightly dusted. His eyes, still retaining their emerald valour rose to the adorned entrance to the mansion. Extravagant. He did not quite understand the point. Again, his liege’s voice echoed in his head. “With time.” He started his way up the steps. Duty calls.||
01:26:14 Adaloura had avoided the commotion of guests arriving in torrents in her own little nook. Her room was like a large octogon, completely outfitted with the most fashionable furniture and draperies money could buy. She was his favourite, no? Spoiled rotten and yet she couldn't help feel like a bird in a gilded cage. It had been two weeks since she'd left Luthor Manor, and upon careful interrogation of the servants, had come to the conclusion that no word had been sent from the Luthors regarding The Masquerade. Would they come? The belle stirred on her window seat, peering out the high window as a man trudged forth, unaccompied and with little carried on him. A brow perked curiosly and she leaned forward, deep emerald orbs narrowing as they strained to better identify him. He was no one she knew, that much was sure, and without a marked carriage she could hardly guess which coven, family or land he hailed from. Eventually giving up given the darkness that was hardly improved by lanterns along the road. Finally, she >
01:26:27 [Adaloura] < rose. There was no point hiding up here all day, no? Plus, if she didn't attend the grand feast people would talk and Viktor, poor Viktor, would worry over her. A quick glance to a large gold rimmed mirror revealed a youthful looking femme, curvaceous and of petite stature. Delicate features, almond shaped eyes of jade lined with lush lashes. Cream and rose skin peeked from her pink, rose and gold gown, whilst blonde tresses hung in artfully pinned curls. She was a decorative piece this night, and looked every bit the favored doll that she was. Adaloura bit down against her lip fretfully. She didn't want to be a part of the Masquerade, not when she missed him but, unfortunately, the undead belle had little choice. With that she flounced off down the spiralling stairs from her secluded spire, only to wind her way through the maze of halls and rooms until arriving on the first floor in the grand dining hall where the arrived guests, were just about getting seated. It was early in the event, and >
01:26:43 [Adaloura] < and there were only about forty, or perhaps fifty attending the meal that looked as if to cater for two hundred. Ada greeted everyone in a sociable fashion, a charming smile fixed at her lips. This was going to be a trial, no doubt. Viktor was not among them yet, probably greeting a few stragglers.
01:42:36 Viktor` watched as his servants repeated their process time and time again; see to the patrons, see to the horses and carriage, bring the luggage through a seperate entry to their suite, while another escorts the guest to the door where their coat and the like will be removed before they are then brought to him. A tiresome little course that the vampire was quickly losing patience for. As a servant or two hurried off to escort a lady to her temporary chambers, the footman brought forth a man. An ordinary man with little with him. Ah, so this must be him. A reply to the invite was most compulsary and so, Viktor had heard prior to the date that a lesser man would be sent in the stead of one of the council members. With a nod, a solid arm extended as to shake the others. "Good Evening. I trust your journey was pleasant, Sir.....?" Could it be helped if he didn't know this lads name? Slate gray eyes dropped to scan slowly over the man, calculating and yet, somehow not rude and pointed. "You'll find that you -
01:42:45 [Viktor`] - are just in time for the feast. You will be dining with us, yes?" Hopefully he wasn't the fussy sort that demanded he be given time to 'freshen up' and rest in his suite. No doubt he wouldn't, even though he was likely to be the only one who had done any hard travel.
02:02:43 [Tyler-Jackson] || All that he had been told about etiquette and protocol slipped from his focus as the man extended his arm. This was familiar. Being called ‘Sir’? A little less then usual. He raised his hand to grip the others firmly. His own hand was roughened; the man knew what it was to work. Still, his eyes were diverted. Whilst he was here to represent a Council Member, he held no illusions; he was not one. His eyes were diverted out of respect. Emerald hues flickered to the left in remembrance, his voice resonating out with sonorous warmth. Tickling with emotion. Odd. “My name is Tyler, sir.<i>” He did not endeavour to tell the host what he could or could not call him.<i> “Here in representation of Tiresias, of the Polynices Coven. He sends his regards and is regretful that he could not be here in person.” After a firm shake he’d let go of the hand and let it fall to his side. He had been offered to dine, and whilst he was relatively tired, it was not pressing enough to dare to be rude enough to decline--
02:02:46 [Tyler-Jackson] -- such an offer, even if it was just formality. “It would be an honour.” He affirmed this with a nod. This was about as far as he had been versed in formality. Introductions. He had planned to stay out of the way for the proceedings, until the meetings of which his sire’s interests would be addressed, at which he would dutifully attend. Until then, he intended to make as little of himself as possible.||
02:05:07 [Count_Borjigin] It had been a long journey from Kharkhorin to attend the Masquerade but there had been remarkably few incidents along the way. Perhaps his guard of soldiers had put off any potential bandits from attempting to waylay the black coach. It would be a stretch to say he'd enjoyed the journey, after all he'd spent most of it inside the coach or a few hostelries along the way. Refreshment had been easy enough to come by in the local villages he'd visited and when he arrived he was alert and relaxed. He'd left the eight soldiers and their mounts at the nearest village where they would stay until he collected them to return to his homeland. In the meantime his driver, one guard and the coach had made the journey out of town to the large manor house, following directions given by a rather dubious looking character who'd not made any efforts to hide his distaste at the idea of going there. Once the coach had stopped and the driver opened the door Grigori stepped out and looked around at the impressive structure. It -c
02:05:13 [Count_Borjigin] was of relatively recent manufacture, lacking the signs of age that marked more ancient buildings and appeared to be well designed as a fortress and a manor house. The driver walked up to stand by his side, holding the invitation until his master was ready. Eventually Grigori offered him a nod and they walked up to the door. The driver lifted the metal knocker and rapped it smartly against the door, both of them waiting until it was opened before the driver could present the invitation and announce his master's presence.
