The Opening Feast

02:18:09 Viktor` was relatively pleased with his newest guest. Other than Adaloura, Juniper, Emiliana and a select few others, he was probably going to the only level headed one. Alot of the guests, and some council members too he recalled upon thought of Sir Jonah Cain, had a few screws loose. "And I do regret his absence. He has been greatly missed." The man couldn't remember why the council member was not attending the event, he was sure it was outlined in the letter, but he'd had much better things to do than analyze every notification that had arrived. Viktor merely nodded as one of his footmen took up whatever luggage the man carried, and with an unheard growl of his stomach decided it was time to leave his post. Anyone who came later than now was late for dinner, and would have to be greeted by servants. He was not a mere footman to wait around for tardy guests. "Come." Was all he said as he turned as if to head for the dining room. It was at that point he was stopped by the sound of another carriage approaching. -
02:18:29 [Viktor`] - One more couldn't hurt, could it? Viktor breathed a sigh before pausing in his actions. Meanwhile, groomsmen came to tend to the horses and luggage, after of course helping down the master of coach, himself. He was escorted promptly to the door where more servants recieved him, going through their usual motions. If he had complied in all their actions, his invitation would be taken, his name crossed off a piece of parchment, his coat, hat and gloves (If he had any) would be taken and stored in a cupboard behind a thick drapery. The same polite smile graced Viktor's handsome yet, stern features as he moved to recieve his guest. "Ah. Count Borjigin, you are just in time." In fact, he was a few minutes late. But that would be telling, wouldn't it? A hand was extended to the others to shake and he noted, as he had to Tyler "Dinner is about to be served in the Grande Dining room. I hope you arent hard pressed to find your chambers yet? You shant have time." His driver and any entourage he might have -
02:18:52 [Viktor`] - would be catered for by a smaller servant entrance off to the side, and taken to respective rooms after carriages and horses were taken care of. This left Viktor to guide his guests through a maze of heavily decorated and luxurious halls, until he came to a grand guilded set of double doors. The Dining room, apparently. None of the guests were seated as they had waited of the master of the house. With a smile, he led the newest additions to the part up to the head of the table. Viktor took his seat at the head and gestures for Tyler and the Count to sit next to each other on the right, while at his left Adaloura and Juniper had moved to sit. The other forty of so guests followed suit and found their places around the decorative table which was filled with a glass of blood distilled with fine red wine. A spicy taste, it had. More humane food littered the table, delicas are delicasy strewn out to cater to the every whim of his guests. It was a feast fit for a King.

02:24:09 Adaloura took her seat as was expected, her indulgently dressed frame sliding into the seat at the left of Viktor. A warm, genuine smile formed at her lips in regards to him before she nodded to her table partners. Juniper was met with a few hushed words of greetings and she but nodded to those in front of her. Introductions were not needed for anyone. After all, they saw these vampires almost year after year. That was all save for the man in front of her. Was he the straggler she'd seen from her window? Lush lips pursed as her emerald gaze narrowed, homing in on his own. Why, he must be! The belle spoke communally to those around her, "Good Evening." her melodious voice ringing out sweetly. Now to the curious man in front of her, "How do you do, Sir...?" The blonde paused as to take a demure sip of the liquid before her. Eyes fluttered closed as the familiar taste slipped down her otherwise parched throat, allowing that usual warmth to spread. Mmm. Wondrous. This sip was of course taken after Viktor had raised his>
02:24:23 [Adaloura] < own glass and toasted or rather, 'saluted' all the guests.

02:38:05 [Count_Borjigin] He took the hand and shook it firmly as he sized up his host for the first time. Grigori's face was like many of his race, an inscrutable mask, but there as no sense that this meant anything but respect. He had travelled far to meet those assembled here and he meant to size up the people of this land carefully for his report to the others of his council of the east. He let the servants take his coat and gloves before following Viktor through the halls, his eyes taking in the grandeur of them while ensuring he does not get left behind. He followed into the dining room, impressed and amused to see other guests stood waiting to be seated. It would seem Viktor's home did not belie the respect that he wwas accorded by those who visited here. He walked with calm assurance to the place which Viktor indicated, waiting until a servant assisted him in sitting down before he looked around at those nearby, offering nods of his head to those who caught his gaze. He looked at the arrayed food, different to what he was -c
02:38:16 [Count_Borjigin] used to but still appearing to be very well presented and created. He reached for his wineglass, taking a sniff first before taking a cautious sip. The west was renowned for it's weak wines but this was well mixed, the blood and the dark red working well together. He took a deeper sip, enjoying the feeling of the powerful liquid on and around his tongue. When finished he turned to Viktor and offered a sharp nod. "A fine vintage," he commented in his clipped accent.

02:43:59 [Tyler-Jackson] || Doing good to linger as much as possible as Viktor knowingly led his way through the maze like corridors to the Grande Dining room, Tyler couldn’t do much to chaste his wandering eyes. Along the walls, skirting board, pictures and their very frames. Everything was outdone by far. His own sire’s homestead was in no way bland, but every new place hade it’s own taste. As he is whisked to his seat he couldn’t help but to forget to breathe at the sight of all the food. And at the most of the guests so openly helping themselves in the most unreserved of manners. At least, as unreserved as one could be whilst still keeping up appearances. How quaint. It was as if the front of friendliness was purely for formality, and they didn’t even try and hide the fact, if it was present, that they were here for purely their own interests, and not in the least to strengthen bonds between covens, or anything of the sort; diplomatic. The wine glass before him was raised for the toast, and as he raised it to his lips--
02:44:06 [Tyler-Jackson] --he could not help but sniff the drink. Chilled blood with a wine chaser. Hm. He was not a fan. Still, he took a drink, and the blood did spread a tingling warmth throughout his body. In the haste of his travel he had put aside the mounting thirst. Still, the idea of chilled blood, from a glass, did not sit well. His existence, as far as he was concerned, now centred around the substance. But not just in it’s consumption. The hunt itself was equally as fulfilling. Ripe from the withering body of fresh victim, still warm and quivering with their fading pulse- stop. He pulled himself back to reality. He was being addressed. His own emerald hues, sparkling with the fading remnants of his own thoughts, locked quickly onto the gaze of she who was speaking to him. Though he was completely stumped as to how to react, and quite dumbfounded at his bad luck of being singled out so quickly; his reply was not delayed. “Tyler, ma’am. In representation of Tiresias.” His mind was buzzing as he constitutes--
02:44:26 [Tyler-Jackson] --this articulation on the run. He should have practiced more. He had named dropped in the hopes that the other partaker in the conversation would start a running monologue. It happened a lot when one stated that they were in trust of the leader of the Polynices Coven. Well known. Well respected. He ventured on. “Quite well, thank you. Our host” He chose not to use his name out of respect, “has been too kind with his hospitality.” he finishes with a bow of the head directed to Viktor beside him. The warm and subtle melody hinted at general respect, and not the ass-kissery that it could be mistaken for. Dear Tyler, it seemed, was out of his comfort zone.||

02:51:07 Viktor` gave a smirk of sorts. Though his cold eternal life was lived in quiet misery and irritation, his wines was something he truly took pride in. "Ah. It is from my own distillery." Not to far a ride from here, nearby one of the masters villages was a well tended vineyard. His trick was matching the finest, aged wines he owned with the most fresh, healthy blood he could produce. There was a secret ingrediant or two, his trademark, if you will. "I am flattered." He said no more on the matter and instead took a spoonful of his 'starting' broth. Course meals were ridiculous! What Viktor wanted was meat. One course of meat, and that was all. He pushed the bowl to the side and barely blinked as one of the attending footmen, in full livery whisked away his dish. Now, Viktor helped himself to a hunk of steak. Rare and bloody. His gaze roze to Adaloura and he eyed her a moment, before nodding in regards to Tyler's praise. He chewed thoughtfully before turning his attention to the Count. "Do forgive us of the usual -
02:51:18 [Viktor`] - formalities." Apparently the social facade and party would continue until approximately four o'clock in the morning, when the council members will congregate in the meeting room. He chewed in a refined fashion, mouth close, posture correct though he lounged back in his seat a little. Like a King on his throne, his level gaze drifted over the faces of his guests. Did he hate them? No. Did he respect them? Not one.

02:58:04 Adaloura picked at her food. She hadn't much of an appetite, as of late. "Tyler." Repeated the femme, using an age-old trick to commit it to memory. Something told her though, that she wouldn't be forgotten this one's name any time soon. "Why could your master not attend our grand event?" Her tone wasn't accusing, but friendly and caring. It was almost as if she worried for Tyresius' well being. The belle nodded in agreement, casting a wistful glance Viktor's way, before leaning to his side and tapping his hand with her fork gently. Not correct ettiquite but Adaloura didn't care, and she was far too charming for anyone else to, either. "Viktor <i> does <i/> throw the most fabulous parties." Now, she leant forward to Tyler. "Have you heard? Our neighbors." Humans, as everyone knew, and far enough not to ever know their secret. "Were most put out that they werent invited to such a 'high class' event!" A bout of feminine laughter left Ada, and she nudged Juniper in the ribs with her elbow. "To think of the scandal!" >
02:58:15 [Adaloura] < With a twinkle in her eye, the vivacious femme added "I hear they have hopes we will invite them for the Masquerade of Midsummers Night. Precious, isn't it?" Her last question was sent the Count's way. She was hardly one to snub another but was merely attempting to make conversation and she found that the usual snobbish attendees of The Masquerade were most prone to ridiculing their former race. Now that, was precious.

03:18:01 [Tyler-Jackson] || Why wasn’t Tiresias here to speak for himself? Was he scared? Preoccupied with other events? Perhaps he was sick? Whatever the case, the reason had been vague in the RSVP and kept that way. “He truly did want to be here, but he was otherwise engaged.” He didn’t lie, but didn’t answer the question. It was a nice way of saying that he wasn’t allowed to answer. Or else, wouldn’t. He smiled wearily as the lass continued her light conversation, but his concentration was truly slipping. He was more tired that he thought. He was feeling lethargic from the whole ordeal. Ordeal? Well, this level of… pompousity was surely a shock to his system. He needed air. He dabs his lips with his napkin, though he hadn’t eaten anything, and offered a genuine smile to Adaloura, “If you’ll excuse me, ma’am, I…” he falters for the words. He really was tired. “I feel that I underestimated how much the travel was worn on me.” Yes. Because that made sense. He offered a bow of the head to Viktor then pulled --
03:18:06 [Tyler-Jackson] --out from the table. He would hopefully be able to catch a few hours of sleep before the Council Members were summoned for the intial meeting.||

20:00:01 [Viktor`] gave a smirk of sorts. Though his cold eternal life was lived in quiet misery and irritation, his wines was something he truly took pride in. "Ah. It is from my own distillery." Not to far a ride from here, nearby one of the masters villages was a well tended vineyard. His trick was matching the finest, aged wines he owned with the most fresh, healthy blood he could produce. There was a secret ingrediant or two, his trademark, if you will. "I am flattered." He said no more on the matter and instead took a spoonful of his 'starting' broth. Course meals were ridiculous! What Viktor wanted was meat. One course of meat, and that was all. He pushed the bowl to the side and barely blinked as one of the attending footmen, in full livery whisked away his dish. Now, Viktor helped himself to a hunk of steak. Rare and bloody. His gaze roze to Adaloura and he eyed her a moment, before nodding in regards to Tyler's praise. He chewed thoughtfully before turning his attention to the Count. "Do forgive us of the usual -
20:00:16 [Viktor`] - formalities." Apparently the social facade and party would continue until approximately four o'clock in the morning, when the council members will congregate in the meeting room. He chewed in a refined fashion, mouth close, posture correct though he lounged back in his seat a little. Like a King on his throne, his level gaze drifted over the faces of his guests. Did he hate them? No. Did he respect them? Not one.

20:01:02 [Adaloura] picked at her food. She hadn't much of an appetite, as of late. "Tyler." Repeated the femme, using an age-old trick to commit it to memory. Something told her though, that she wouldn't be forgotten this one's name any time soon. "Why could your master not attend our grand event?" Her tone wasn't accusing, but friendly and caring. It was almost as if she worried for Tyresius' well being. The belle nodded in agreement, casting a wistful glance Viktor's way, before leaning to his side and tapping his hand with her fork gently. Not correct ettiquite but Adaloura didn't care, and she was far too charming for anyone else to, either. "Viktor <i> does <i/> throw the most fabulous parties." Now, she leant forward to Tyler. "Have you heard? Our neighbors." Humans, as everyone knew, and far enough not to ever know their secret. "Were most put out that they werent invited to such a 'high class' event!" A bout of feminine laughter left Ada, and she nudged Juniper in the ribs with her elbow. "To think of the scandal!" >
20:01:15 [Adaloura] < With a twinkle in her eye, the vivacious femme added "I hear they have hopes we will invite them for the Masquerade of Midsummers Night. Precious, isn't it?" Her last question was sent the Count's way. She was hardly one to snub another but was merely attempting to make conversation and she found that the usual snobbish attendees of The Masquerade were most prone to ridiculing their former race. Now that, was precious.

20:01:29 [Masquerade] Tyler-Jackson] || Why wasn’t Tiresias here to speak for himself? Was he scared? Preoccupied with other events? Perhaps he was sick? Whatever the case, the reason had been vague in the RSVP and kept that way. “He truly did want to be here, but he was otherwise engaged.” He didn’t lie, but didn’t answer the question. It was a nice way of saying that he wasn’t allowed to answer. Or else, wouldn’t. He smiled wearily as the lass continued her light conversation, but his concentration was truly slipping. He was more tired that he thought. He was feeling lethargic from the whole ordeal. Ordeal? Well, this level of… pompousity was surely a shock to his system. He needed air. He dabs his lips with his napkin, though he hadn’t eaten anything, and offered a genuine smile to Adaloura, “If you’ll excuse me, ma’am, I…” he falters for the words. He really was tired. “I feel that I underestimated how much the travel was worn on me.” Yes. Because that made sense. He offered a bow of the head to Viktor then pulled --
20:01:42 [Masquerade] 03:18:06 [Tyler-Jackson] --out from the table. He would hopefully be able to catch a few hours of sleep before the Council Members were summoned for the intial meeting.||

20:22:45 Ivan_Luthor Proper travel. A vague definition that one would commonly define as packing a few bag planning a trip carefully and whisking off in a calm mind set. Such means of travel were complete opposite in term of use from within the Luthor household. The prime example being Ivan and Ivy. While Patricia would decline the invitation to the masquerade due to tedious travels on another continent, Ivy was simply tickled. And since he was given an offer for a Council seat Ivan was forcibly persuaded to accompany his darling sister to such an even that he once hosted himself. By the next night Ivan had one medium sized black case packed with a few of his usual clothes and a weapon or two to soothe his insecurities. Though as he packed light the carriage would surely drag with the five bags Ivy soon added to the back. After several hours of travel they would arrive at the front of the newly constructed manor that Viktor had built. Green irises scanned over the entrance curiously as the door to the carriage <c>
20:23:01 Ivan_Luthor <c> swung open and Ivy was carefully aided down the small iron steps to the cobblestone pavement below. Judging herself as too roughed up by travel to be even thoughtfully acceptable in appearance Ivy sought off to the door first in need of an attendant to show her a room to freshen up in. Ivan on the other hand simply left the carriage with little haste. Inside were two people he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to see. A man of proper custom, the opposite of himself. And one of the few women in his lengthy lifetime to ever make him consider emotion. Standing in the archway of Manor Ivan would soon light a cigarette fondly placing it between his lips as he waited for someone to lead him to wherever he was assigned to make an appearance.

20:31:43 Viktor` 's many servants tended to the late arrivals. Groomsmen milled about to aid Ivan's own manservant with the carriage and horses, whilst others sought the guests luggage, efficiently moving as to bring them to the respective rooms. Another manservant bowed low to the haughty Ivy, and escorted her cordially up the extravegant steps and to the door of the manor. Here she was recieved only by the butler, Eamon; Viktor had already retreated to the dining hall. "Mademoiselle Luthor, you are just in time. The guests have begun their feast in the dining hall. Do you wish to join them, or would the fair lady prefer to freshen up in her suite?" His speech was polite and said in the most doting and respectful manner a man could possibly muster. He nodded of course to Ivan as he sidled up after his sister, then bowed low. "Master Luthor. A pleasure it is to recieve you. Shall I take you to your suite, or to the Grande Dining Hall? The evening meal has yet begun." With a smile to the scarlet haired belle at his side, -
20:37:44 [Viktor`] - Eamon added. "The opening ceremonial ball will begin later in the eve." He stood, merely waiting for the two to answer him. Mean while, the fussing servants had already trekked to the rooms and deposited their luggage. Ivan's manservant and Ivy's lady maids, had they brought any, would have travelled ahead of their masters and begun to unpack the noble's belongings. If indeed they hadn't, Viktor's own staff would tend to the deed. In the dinging hall, everything continued on as it had, Viktor made a polite farefwell to the ailing Tyler, and then turned his attention to Adaloura who was chattering on happily. Unfortunately for Viktor both the Count and Tyler had departed, leaving two empty seats on his right side. A livery donning manservant was ushered to the grande dining hall doors, head bowed as he listened to a quick word from one of the other servants. Ever diligent, he sidled up to Viktor. "The Luthors have arrived, master." The lounging vampire who seemed to be propped up in a throne remained stoic,-
20:38:17 [Viktor`] - only his momentarily raised brows betrayed his interest and he waved the man off. "Ah, good."

20:46:11 Ivy_Luthor Glistening emerald hues danced about the marvelous entrance room before slowly coming to focus upon the head butler before her. “Oh if you would be so kind as to escort me to my suite, to have traveled so very far I have much need to freshen up a bit before the night indeed does continue on without me.” With a velvety tone paired with an almost genuine smile. “Do send my compliments to your Master on how lovely his new home is.” She stated secretly quite fond of Viktor, even if he was rumored to be more of a monster than vampire by most. Long crimson curl would bounce along her shoulders as she gave one vile glance back toward her brother a low hiss of a whisper soon meeting his ears before she departed. “Don’t screw this up.” With that she was gone. Her servants surely scrambling to unravel all of her possessions and correctly place them in her temporary suite before she completed her steady climb up the stairs trailing kindly behind whomever was in charge of directing her.

20:52:40 Ivan_Luthor gazed bluntly toward the butler for many minutes before deciding to listen. Though so undeniably sweet on the outside, Ivan knew well of Ivy’s not so sweet insides. Thus he would offer nothing more than a cold glare as she demanded him to behave. Unlike her he never really cared to make anything of a impression, it still did truly surprise him sometimes to receive invites. Though as the butler prompted the same options as Ivy Ivan offered a mild shrug. “I have no one to impress here. So, let’s say the dining hall.” Plucking the cigarette from his lips Ivan released a slow murky cloud of smoke from his lips before slowly strolling behind the butler with little interest for anyone or thing that he walked by. To fit perfectly with his blunt persona, Ivan wore the minimum of proper attire. A dark pair of dress pants and boots pair with a deep green silk button up with a button or two left open about the collar. Around his neck he had a chain and in hand he now held a small bag. This bag was soon handed off <c>
20:52:55 Ivan_Luthor <c> to the sole house servant he had attend to him, they had quite the job. He wanted nothing unpacked, instead only wanted the small precious bag to be given a comfy stay in his suite while he was away….mingling.

21:09:28 Viktor` 's butler Eamon smiled a warm smile. "I do regret that I have to remain at my post, mademoiselle but another servant will escort you to your abode. The master does hope it is to your liking." And how could it not be? Each guest room was bigger than a regular master suite. Everything gilded, the most expensive fabrics, the most stylish furniture. Each room had its own sitting room and and ensuite, whilst those of council members even had private studies. Ivy's particular room was also equipped with a balcony. A pretty little boudoir, but nothing in comparison to Viktor's darling's Spire. No, Adaloura's residence simply outdid Ivy's, something that the fiery headed lass would be most displeased about, should she learn of it. Eamon nodded at her compliment, continuing in his solemn respect. "Of course, madameoiselle Luthor." Though the vigilant man seemed to notice Ivy's remark to Ivan, he played the fool and simply looked away. These nobles preferred when everyone believed them to be perfect. Silly things, -
21:09:42 [Viktor`] - no? A female servant came forward, head bowed dutifully. Her pristine clothing swished as she gave a most humbled curtsy to the madame and she piped up in a feminine voice, accented heavily with french. "If Mademoiselle Luthor pleases, I will escort her to the Luthor boudoir." If the woman complied, the maid notable, Annabel turned and moved as to direct her through a maze of lavish halls decorated with paintings of serious looking ancients, and many of the beautiful Adaloura. Viktor did dote on her, did he not? She was his favourite. Nevermind that for Ivy was quickly brought to the upper floors, before being taken to her beautiful room. All scarlets, pinks, honey and gold the bedroom in itself seemed 'warm.' No cold mosoleums for these vampires. Eamon beckoned forth a manservant who hurried on over after hearing Ivan's decision. He too was led through a labrynth of sorts before coming to gilded double doors, The Grande Dining hall, as it was. Two liveried men opened the doors revealing a chattering, and-

21:10:09 [Viktor`] -and most lavish scene. About forty of the one hundred invited guests had arrived at this early date, and were seated around a beautiful table in which was draped with the most rich food one could imagine. Plenty of delicacies there were, whilst there was many of Viktor's own brewed wine and blood. Something he prided himself on, as it was. Upon first sight of Ivan, Viktor smiled and rose from his seat, despite being the master of the house. "Sir Luthor, a pleasure." Apparently Viktor believed himself in Ivan's debt, after the obscure man took in Adaloura for a season. It was only by luck that he knew not of the betrayal. A hand was offered for him to shake, before the handsome and stern figure of Viktor gestured toward the empty seat beside him, of which had already been cleared and reset from its former inhabitant. "Do join us."

21:16:29 Adaloura hadn't heard what the servant said to her guardian and so simply continued nibbling demurely at a sweet meat. Her emerald gaze gave a casual sweep of the room and just as Ivan entered, the vivacious femme gave a good natured bout of laughter. She'd joined into the conversation on her side, and exclaimed with a charming smile "Of course! How si-." Her mirth was cut off as she stopped to follow everyone elses gaze. What were they looking at? Adaloura's long dead heart skipped a psuedo-beat, and the food she'd just swallowed seemed to stick in her throat. Cheeks acquired a most becoming pink flush whilst her gaze quickly diverted to her plate. Tears of surprise were blinked back whilst a million thoughts rushed into her mind. He was here, he had come. A quick peek to her face. Had he noticed her? A part of Ada' wanted him to, whilst another wished he wouldn't. What would he think? Dressed up in a ridiculously priced gown of rose with its daringly low bust, and skimpy sleeves, she seemed as >
21:16:41 [Adaloura] < superficial and ridiculous as his sister; something Ivan was sure to hate. Feeling much more meek that she had ever felt, the girl steeled herself and bit down against a full lip of rose as Viktor beckoned him to sit next him, and in turn, directly accross from her.

21:37:29 Ivan_Luthor again would pause now being in the archway of the Grand dining hall. Looking over the company briefly his attention soon landing on Viktor as he stood greeting him in a manner that some seeking his debt or adoration, like Ivy would simply have died for. This almost special amount of attention annoyed Ivan to no end, he simply just didn’t find the need to stand out in a crowd anymore than he already managed to. Nodding modestly toward Viktor he offered his hand giving a brief shake before taking the seat offered to him. At this point the cigarette would be replaced between Ivan’s lips as he looked over the food requesting nothing but a goblet of Master’s chosen blood for a meal. After doing so he again would continue his gaze about the table, this overlook also ending short as ne noted just who sat across from him. Nearly dropping the cigarette from his lips in surprise Ivan maintained his composure with a brief cough before removing the cigarette from his lips and briskly diverting his gaze a moment. <c>
21:37:57 Ivan_Luthor <c> Once over the impulsive desire to vacate the area his lips would part to speak. “Many thanks from myself and Ivy for your generous invitation Viktor. I see your event has been well received by your new neighbors. The house is…lovely as well.” Turning his attention to Adal Ivan’s clear disgust for her attire and overall pompous composure soon faded behind the large goblet served to him. After taking a quick sip he disposed of his cigarette where ever was most suitable before speaking once more. “I assume you have settled in well here Adaloura? Quite the social one you have become. Im sure in time you will be almost unmistakable as an elder like your Sire.” This comment given in a tone hinting at the odd flurry emotions that she often stirred up within him. Hopefully an immense flood of foreign blood through his veins would rid him of such thoughts and memories.

21:50:02 Viktor` was quite like Ivan in some ways. A solemn creature that preferred to be locked away from everyone else, who didn't deem himself worthy of, or foolish enough to harbor emotions. He had always been part of the council though, merely for his money, name, blood and wise manner. He was definately not a social butterfly and was glad his antosocial demeanor was hidden well behind his talkative charges, Juniper and Adaloura. As Ivan and he moved back to sit, Viktor paused as if thinking of something. His slate gray gaze was fixated on Adaloura, but after a moment his finely clad figure lowered into his seat. Never one for sweets and fickle foods, he cut himself another chunk of rare meat. "Generous?" Viktor shrugged his shoulder. "As a council member and leader of your coven you were entitled to an invitation and well, Ivy is a lovely addition to any party." Hardly. Like Ivan, Viktor hardly appreciated her lack of depth. "Plus," Added Viktor with a hint of a friendly smile, "Isn't it time she found a husband?" It-
21:50:48 [Viktor`] -was well known that Miss Luthor had many a suitor, but it was high time she settled down and married, giving Luthor and his coven more lands and power by her marriage. Yes, Ivy's would be a match made for wealth. As for the tension between Ivan and his charge, Viktor barely noticed. With a small solemn smile that was perhaps the most genuine he had made all night, he shot a fond look at Adaloura. "I have decided it is time for Miss Adette and I to become engaged." Funny, seeing as he hadn't even asked her. He took another mouthful of his meal, apparently unaware that anything he had said might cause surprise from either Ivan or Ada. Didn't everyone know he meant to marry the belle? Before anyone managed to say anything, he added. "I expect you are prepared for the council meeting tonight, Ivan? There is much to discuss."

21:57:57 Adaloura finally found her voice, though it was shaky and a little uncomfortable. "Yes." Was all she said, the word coming out much smaller than she had intended. Settled in? Ha! The woman had been moping about the second she'd left Luthor manor. The once most aethetically pleased Ada had taken absolutely no delight in her new boudoir, nor in any of the new gowns Viktor had sent for. A shame, wasn't it? To Ivan's next words, the vampire responded in the most proper way she could, "You flatter me." And yet, the flush at her cheeks and glassiness of her downcast eyes spoke more of hurt, than pride. She too sought solace in her cups and so, a delicate hand reached for her own goblet, delivering it to her lips where she took a few mournful swigs. And to think! The torture didn't end there. No, the cruel world had much more in store for her, much more punishment for her indescretion. Viktor's words hit her like a ton of stones, a knife in the chest. Eyes widened and Ada choked loudly, and most unlady-likely on her >
21:58:14 [Adaloura] < beverage. Her glass was set down and almost knocked over whilst a hand sprung to her chest. Nothing serious, for the belle quickly caught her breath and managed to keep from screaming at her sire. What the Devil? The very color drained from her cheeks and room became a blur. All the other guests were mere background, forgotten about in the trecherous symphony of her hammering heart that was trying its damndest to immitate the action of her living. Eventually it stopped at returned to its usual dead self, and Ada merely stared at Viktor. "Viktor?!" Her voice came hushed and a little urgent. "You.. you surprise me?" What was she to say? A 'yes' clearly wasn't in order since the man had already decided for her.

22:12:38 Ivan_Luthor continued to wallow completely frustrated at how emotional he had become in recent months. Looking over toward Adaloura he felt quite satisfied to assume that she was certainly hurting from his disguised insults and clear emotional anguish. But things seemed to smooth over as Ivy was brought into the center of attention. “Ah she has been looking to engage recently and to my knowledge she had closed in on a small group of options. All of considerable wealth and title of course. She was always one for outstanding reputation. Though it seems that this generation of Luthor’s notably the least productive with marriage. Neither of my sisters or even myself have yet to marry or even engage. Surely my parents would shame me for such poor representation of my name. But I believe my advancements else were in the coven and manor have leveled out my lacking factors for now.” Once done he took a quick sip of his blood placing the goblet down on the table just as Viktor made a statement that literally stopped time to <c>
22:12:56 Ivan_Luthor <c> Ivan. Everything in the room seemed to loose its color as he looked from Viktor to Adal. Noting as she seemed to mildly loose control he could only hope that this was an unexpected announcement. Of course the emotional end of his mind would mark this as a cruel trap wanting Ivan to suffer with such news. Opening his mouth to speak Ivan soon shut his jaw tight the grip over the goblet to be released before completely destroying it. Once color returned to his vision Ivan seemed rather rigid, clearly uncomfortable. “Congratulations Viktor.” He managed to hotly mutter.

22:24:23 Viktor` didn't notice either of their reactions, he was much too busy struggling with a tough piece of meat. "Mm." Was all he said to Ivan before turning to Adaloura with as warm a smile as the stern man could muster. He was handsome as he was, but with such emotion upon his face, if even for a minute, he did indeed look quite dashing. A hand reached over and patted the back of hers. "That was my intention, pet." That said, Viktor turned to Ivan in a hushed tone. "You will not speak of it, will you? I intend to announce the good news at the masquerade." Now, he turned back to his apparent fiance, his hand still on hers, bringing the delicate appendage to his lips. Never one to dally on emotional matters in public, the master of the house became all business. Again. "You have heard that Tiresius will not be attending, havent you?" A council member, as it were. "He has instead sent a confidant, or charge of his in his stead. I trust you will be vigilant. Though he may trust him, this other is -
22:24:53 [Viktor`] - a stranger to us all." And for all they knew, he was an imposter who had simply imprisoned the elder, rather than be sent by him.
22:24:29 [Beckett] - Arriving upon the grounds of the manor in perhaps the most unimpressive of manners when compared to the other guests, there would come striding one whose presence would indicate a number of things most impressive. First and foremost, the rather simply-clad traveller was not on the guest list. It's true, he did not have an invitation of his own. This was directly correlated to the next series of impressive feats, raising a number of questions. Perhaps dancing in the minds of those who would see his deep earth-hued boots plodding slowly toward the manor would be questions akin to Who is he?, How did he know about the Masquerade?, How did he find this place? and What is he doing here? To receive answers to these questions, one would, naturally, have to present them, first. With the tail of his long, brown coat furling in the wake of his strides, the face of this pale-fleshed traveller was obscured beneath the wide brim of a black hat. Unlike the impeccably <C>

22:25:33 [Beckett] dressed others, this 'wanderer' was not adorned in the finest of materials in pristine condition. Instead, he seemed very much like a commoner, his clothes those of practicality rather than of exquisiteness. Around the edges of his bowed head, ebon locks fell past his shoulders, contrasting with the visibly pale flesh of his taloned fingers even as they seemed to fit in just perfectly with his attire of varying browns and blacks. While he strode, the traveller's left hand was tucked into the pocket of his jacket, while the other rested idly atop the faded brown satchel slung across his torso to hang at his right hip. As he would draw closer to the gate (if there was one, if not, the front door), further details would become clear. To the keen observer, the fadedness of the shoulders and upper arms of the brown jacket would strikingly resemble the damage caused by prolonged exposure to sunlight. Beneath and behind that brim of his hat, the traveller would afford himself a wide, toothy grin. It <C>
22:25:36 [Beckett] was a gesture that, if it could be witnessed, would not give off the impression of humor or happiness, but a sinister forboding. It was a predatory grin, to match the slitted yellow eyes of madness that were also hidden from view, by opaque black lenses that just barely held back the madness swirling within them, as well as the brim of that hat, and perhaps a lock of hair or two that has been blown about during his approach. (The appearance being used is the link in the profile, not the armored warlord at the bottom of the profile, to clarify.)

22:35:12 Adaloura barely heard a word that was said. That was, save for Ivan's speech. Though Viktor didn't notice it, every little ounce of emotion in the two words her lover had spoken was both blatant and gut-wrenching. Earth-shattering, heart-breaking. Whatever it was, it was painful. Painful to watch, to see, to hear and be a part of. The girl uttered but a slight "Mm." In regards to Viktor's 'intention' and simply brought her left hand up, fingers pressing gingerly to her temple. Adaloura needeed to keep her emotions in check; her thoughts in order. Any mistake could be fatal. Any caught breath, any word could alert Viktor and all those around her to her foolish dalliance. This was without mentioning that eagerness on her part, even be it false, would but heighten Ivan's anger and sense of betrayal. "She allowed her hand to be kissed and simply smiled in a far-away manner. Despite her beauty, it was hardly exaggerating to say that Miss Adette indeed looked a little sick, and pale, even? Perhaps she had too much to >
22:38:26 [Adaloura] < too much to drink, or perhaps too little? Either way, this festive eve would prove to be a long one. To think after this torturous dinner she was to prepare for the the Opening ball in which she would most customarily have to dance with Viktor, in front of Ivan. Offhandedly, Ada noted grimly how amused her 'dear' friend Ivy would be and then it hit her. Eyes opened wide and a short gasp left her breath. Ivy knows. Ivy knows, and Viktor doesn't. Ivy talks to Viktor, Ivy talks to everyone. The younger Luthor could not be trusted with the most simple of things and yet she knew of their secret, one so horrid it could ruin them all. The belle groaned inwardly and slunk a little in her chair.

22:46:03 Viktor` 's groomsmen were still standing by for any guests who were late or, who simply chose to arrive upon this hour. The Masquerade was indeed a long event, and not everyone arrived upon the opening night. Nae, some simply made an appearance at the ball and the most crucial council meeting before simply leaving. For this reason, their were many there to recieve the newest arrival. He stuck out like a sore thumb, to be true. The Masquerade was an annual event and given that Viktor had hosted it a number of times, the servants were familiar at least with the faces of most of the guests. This was, of course, without saying that he arrived without a carriage. The only guest without one, at that. No groomsmen rushed forth to tend to his transportation seeing as he had none, though those at the door discretely ushered forth the more barbaric of their entourage, forming a group of those neatly dressed, large forboding vampires. Those who were not afraid to take a little snack themselves, if it meant preserving the -
22:46:16 [Viktor`] - secrets of the council. Acting calm and friendly despite the adrenaline building up within him, the one who was seemingly in charge called out to the quickly approaching Beckett. "Good Eve there, traveler. I trust you are not invited to the grand event?" A smile steeled itself on his lips, and he gave the other a chance to speak. Words of course, that could very well be his last if he did not choose them wisely.
22:46:54 [Viktor`] Excuse me for interrupting and posting again, but I thought it would be best if Beckett didn't have to wait ages to join in with everyone. Continue! ]]
22:49:50 Annabelle sat silently at a small desk in the corner of her assigned suite. Seated in her ballroom gown, she worked heatedly upon a letter on a piece of parchment, with the smell of melting wax heavy in the air. Dipping her quill into the ink she scrawled with elegant penmanship upon the paper, nearly filling the entire body of the sheet with words to be sent back to her sire back home. Spain was far from this manor, a home she never left before. Unfortunately, her sire summoned her here. While the invitation was not directly to her, she was merely representing her sire in this formal event, making sure to note back to him everything she experienced here. Signing with her personal signature, she folded the paper gently before folding it once more inside of a thicker parchment. Dipping a metal seal in the hot wax, she pressed the symbol into the parchment’s corners, ready to send it off. <c>
22:50:49 Annabelle - Standing, she brushed aside the red gown that adorned her figure, fabric slowly folding along her sides before it landed around her ankles. The torso of the piece nearly looked like a seamless corset as strings tied along her back side, stopping at her shoulder blades with sleeves at the same level. A golden necklace accented her collar, matching the earrings adorned either side of her slim expression as auburn hair fell freely around her shoulders and neck with a hair piece of a golden flower seeming to finish the entire masterpiece. Stepping down the grand staircase, she made her way to the ballroom, unannounced. Greeted by a personal servant, Annabelle nodded in recognition before passing him. She didn’t care for formalities at this time as all the faces seemed new to her. Unfortunately, she was known in this crowd as the mistress of the west, representing the population of her kind.
22:51:52 Annabelle Sevilla had arrived and assumed her seat as quietly as she entered, dark eyes watching with a gloved hand receiving her glass.
22:55:46 Ivy_Luthor After an hour or so of serious primping Ivy felt suitable to have eyes laid upon her, especially those she found most wealthy. But with a devious spike to her title Ivy did not come to this wondrous ball without some trouble to stir up as well. When in the Dining hall Ivy had briefly departed her room to greet another guest discretely informing Eamon that this was a surprise and for him not to alarm anyone of their arrival. Now Ivy would slowly descend the grand stairs in a grand ball gown. Black silk waves of fabric seemed to blossom at her waist hiding her delicate shoes beneath and tightening at the waist as a corset embroided in crimson roses fit snug to her thin frame giving a firm push upward to her bust. With a black shall draped over her shoulders she clearly presented herself of high esteem walking with her chin held high in confidence as her long crimson curls bounced lightly with her every step down the stairs. Beside her stood a woman of a feminine look yet with an underlying athletic shape. <c>
22:56:03 Ivy_Luthor <c> Even in a gown she seemed less delicate than the woman here, though her beauty was certainly just as equal. Steel hues gazed about the room slowly as her far simpler mermaid styled down was simply ebony, a fine set of diamonds embroider in silver complimenting her neck, ears, and left wrist. Silver white tresses of hair lay along her shoulders as she seemed quite uncomfortable beside Ivy. But just who was she? And why had Ivy brought her here? Before Ivy could enter the dining room she noted that others were arriving. Including a man of roguish attire. Though clearly not the type invited here she lay in a curious gaze almost hoping that he was given passage to the manor. Just to see what his purpose was here.
22:56:56 Jonah_Cain - Descending the main stairwell, Jonah dangled a crystal goblet between his ring and middle finger. He tipped the cup to his lips and finished the drink, his smile was wide and his improved mood echoed into the next room along with a fourth coming laughter. “And so I said the him, your driver is a fool, and you smell of the dregs!” Jonah handed his glass away as he stepped onto the floor. “Was I of lesser spirits I might have killed him then, but let the fop have his ball room dance, for now.” Jonah’s audience was a young and voluptuous woman who smiled, laughed and giggled with insight that the vampire made. “But you must excuse me my dear, my guest will arrive soon.” Taking the young women by the arm, Jonah pressed against her, biting at her lip and taking a long and passionate kiss from her, then spinning her away without another word. He clapped his hands beckoning any servant in hearing distance to him. >
22:57:07 Jonah_Cain - “Lackeys! My dear Luz is moments from arrival and I see no red carpet and none of you on your knees!” he laughed again and smacked one young man in the head who came far too close to his enigmatic reach. “Faster dogs, faster!”

23:03:30 Ivan_Luthor felt completely nauseated. And thus he pushed himself back from the table offering a pained nod to Viktor. “No worries, secret it safe with me.” Cold in tone Ivan made no attempt to hide his clearly pained emotional condition offering a side excuse to lower the alarm of the other guests. “Please excuse me. I need to….freshen up for the main event of the night.” Pacing out of the room briskly Ivan soon placed a hand over his eyes walking blindly straight for a few moments before coming to a pause in the center of the entrance hall. Here a new situation was to unfold. Making him seriously regret ever accepting such an invitation. Coming to pause in the center of the main entrance hall Ivan’s eyes again would look away from the floor his heart likely dropping into his stomach when looking over to Ivy and her guest. Though no one else would really know of who was beside her Ivan clearly did. Jaw dropping some he stood rigid before them. “…Amelia.” He managed to mutter while in a state of awe and confusion. <c>
23:03:56 Ivan_Luthor <c> “How did you? Why? With Ivy?!?” Sending a glare toward Ivy Ivan knew it would be ignored as she was clearly distracted by the commotion at the doors to note that her own deceitful trick was well on its way to fully infecting Ivan’s overall night. Things could either drop to miserable or return to a slow uncomfortable grind. Ivan was standing before his first love, a woman with as much bite to her as beauty. One who ran out on him when he actually accepted the concept of loving emotion. And of course Adaloura, a woman of which he hadn’t known too terribly long, but had a significant favor for. One thing was for certain, he was never accepting another invitation to anything.

23:15:37 Adaloura didn't dare raise her gaze to meet Ivan's upon his hasty departure but simply sat still in her seat hoping desperately for the event to end. The desserts had already come and the ladies whom were not already dressed and 'freshed up' for the ballroom were discretely escorted from the table to do so, whilst everyone else remained and continued the festives. The manor being a labrynth as it was, Adaloura had taken the less scenic shortcut and did not meet those in the Grande entrance. Luckily. The belle in question but hurried up a few flights of steps before choosing to turn into the servants stairwells. She didn't want them to see her. By now the tears that filled her large emerald eyes were falling freely, streaming down her delicate features with thankfully, no one to see. Apparently Viktors staff were all busy tending to the dining room and readying the ballroom. Too busy to care, to notice. As though the world was crashing down around her, the distressed damsel as she was paused in the narrow >
23:15:49 [Adaloura] < stairwell, uncaring of the steep steps nor the cold draft. No, she sunk down onto one of the steps, her rose gown fanning out about her like the petals of a flower whilst her head bowed, face hidden in her hands. Shoulders shook with each silent sob before girlish whimpers dared leave her throat. She felt like a child again, a helpless child in which had no opinion nor any influence in what was to become of her. Viktor had decided everything. She had spoiled everything. Ivan had complicated things, given her a happiness that she was sure to never have again. And Ivy, Ivy had them all in the palm of her pretty, little, hand. Eventually the belle calmed herself enough to stand a morosely make it up the final steps and into her spire. Up the winding staircase and into her boudoir where her ladies maids were waiting, a hot tub ready and a gown laid out on her bed. It would take a miracle to get her through this night.

23:19:40 Luz had spent quite a few hours preparing for this evening’s outing---The masquerade. Leaning against the carriage door with an elbow propped against a cushioned armrest she gazed out into the night. Her spirits were high this evening, and it shown within those unseeing eyes of blue. Wisps of snowy hair curled around the side of her face, bouncing with the movements of the carriage as it traveled towards the grand manor holding this evening’s festivities. Inhaling a breath of air and closing her eyes Luz leaned away and straightened her posture when the carriage began to slow. Reaching up with one hand she brushed the single braid of white locks and pearl embellished silver thread behind her shoulder. Before the carriage had made it to a complete stop she made a few last minute adjustments to the soft lavender material hugging her shoulders pleasantly. She had chosen this particular garment carefully---even if she couldn’t see it herself. It felt lovely to wear, and so she ---
23:19:59 Luz did without a second thought. Once the carriage had ceased it’s movements forward Luz blindly reached out towards the door, feeling it pull away under her fingertips by the footman. Carefully she slid a foot out until the flooring ended, pressing down and lifting her self up whilst offering a hand to the air, hoping it would be taken by someone. Sadly, she needed help down from where she was now stooped and poised---Alas, she would never ask for such assistance. If a hand didn’t arrive from anyone else the footman would have taken it and generously guided her down to the ground. The train of her dress spilled down behind her. It’s lace hissing on the way down to the ground where it puddled in a mass of lavender and light rose; her colours for this evening.
23:22:57 [Beckett] - As he would come upon the group that had been ushered forth from within the manor, the traveller's strides would halt. Near the door, he could spy one rather familiar to him -- the form of one Ivy Luthor. She, of course, would not recognize his sight. However, the nearer her grew, there would be something further about him. It was that unplaceable feeling, the sensation of deja vu, even when the mind knew for certain that they were experiencing something for the first time. Yes, she had never seen him as he was at current, but when he lifted his clawed left hand from within the pocket of his jacket to pluck the top of his hat within the palm and extract it from his head, the revealed grin would be all-too-familiar. Of all walks of life, there seemed to be only one who possessed such an unnatural gesture even in the most disadvantageous of times. As the right hand left the top of that satchel to raise and allow taloned forefinger to lower those lenses enough for him to peer over them, the <C>
23:23:09 [Beckett] red irises, for but a fleeting moment, were not upon the seeming opposition before him, but were locked upon the gaze of she who looked upon him, upon the eyes of Ivy. But after that moment, the glasses were returned and the threatening madness held once more at bay. That right hand moved to the traveller's abdomen, his left ferrying the hat to the small of his back as he afforded the gathering a low bow. "A sleight, assured," are the first words spoken from pale lips that enclosed those teeth. "But one that can be forgiven in lieu of an address to which to mail it." A hint of truth from the Ravager, as he had of his own no structure within which to store riches and acquisitions. "I would not have anticipated," continues a cool, comfortable tone, perhaps unnerving as the syllables caused his lips, still in vast grin, to continually reveal the predator beneath. "Such a welcoming committee for a stilted guest." Having long been standing erect following that <C>
23:23:11 [Beckett] overly courteous gesture of greeting, the traveller's right hand slipped back to rest upon the satchel. "It begs the question," more words slithered force in serpent's song. "Of if my name had even graced the lips of those kindred whom had conspired such an event." With his hand still holding the hat at the small of his back, the decidedly vampiric man, whom appeared similar to the others, except in his attire, fought back an urge to laugh. Hardly unused to causing a stir where he went, the usurper had expected such an unraveling upon his arrival. "Shall I leave your premises?" he inquires rather bluntly, his grin having faded outright. "And allow you the festivities of your sharing of unmeant complements of your accumulations?" As he spoke, his right hand deftly undid the catch on the satchel to allow the hand to slip within. The keen eye of those gathered would see the movement of an object larger than the the man's hand moving against the pliable fabric. <C>
23:23:17 [Beckett] "Or shall I, perhaps," he continues, extracting from within the satchel whatever it was that made the impressions against the case's exterior. "Present an antiquity in exchange for permittance?" The object that had been extracted glitted gold in the scant light of the night. It was only about a foot long, and perhaps half wide. Mostly rounded, it held the shape of a small man whose proportions were not near to realistic. Engraved across it was exquisite detail of a tribesman. Encrusting the statuette in ornamentation were gemstones of varying color to provide for various colorations, such as eyes, tribal markings, etc. Stooping low, the statuette was then placed before the traveller's feet before he righted his posture and took a single step back away from the object, gesturing an up-turned palm in wave toward it. "My gift," he comments. "Whether I am to leave or not, it shall stay here. From one master to another."