18:05:24 [Viktor`had just finished tending to his latest guests before excusing himself and making his way for the dining room. He was hungry. Large gilded doors met him, before being pulled out by full liveried footmen revealing the splendor within. Every food and delicasy imagineable was laid on the great table which since yesterday, was set for an extra fifteen people; more guests had come. Already people were milling about and he exchanged a few pleasantries before approaching the head of the table. He stood near his seat, chatting to an older gentleman about horseflesh whilst awaiting the remainder of the guests; he had come early, after all.
18:22:09 [Seraphin] "That will hardly be necessary, Viktor-" Tristan would begin to speak, but before he could finish, Viktor was off once more. Bother. With a laugh on his lips, he would turn away from the departing man and towards the maid that had been summoned to his service with a smile - and a raised finger. "Ah. Pardon me a moment." With a small sidestep, Tristan would pull at the neckline of his ragged clothes up and over his head, folding the fabric carefully over one arm before looking towards the maid once more, the full splendor of his clothing now revealed. A ruffled shirt beneath a stylish vest, matching breeches and a stylized crest at his breast. Tristan's style of dress was always tasteful, though he always seemed to err, if at all, on the side of conservativism. He'd follow the maid to his room, and thank her both verbally and with a small coin in the exchange of palms before she would leave, but not before inquiring about her name first. The twenty-third room, on the right. Fancy, as always -
18:22:13 [Seraphin] Viktor always did have an eye for extravagance, Tristan decided - and however much he appreciated the offer of a bottle of wineblood for himself, it would be rather remiss of him to enjoy it by himself. It would continue to chill in the bucket, untouched, while Tristan busied himself with unpacking his chests and freshening up; inside each of the ragged and broken-down chests was hidden a slightly smaller, but much more appropriate chest, full of clothing and other necessities. This...would take some time, but Tristan would be on his way downstairs soon enough.
18:22:58 Luz sat against the edge of a chair in her quarters. One leg bent up with a bare foot seeking the shoe held between both her hands. Carefully sliding her foot into the nearly flat sapphire embellished sandal she felt over the straps, winding them around her ankle and trying to neatly secure them the best she could. Luz ran her fingers across the buckle a few times, making sure it was smoothed out and placed with perfection. A gentle smile reached her lips and she lowered her leg, planting both firmly on the ground as she stood up. Patting at the air with both hands, Luz would find her way towards a little dresser where her jewelry box, and other goodies were placed. A matching sapphire necklace was drawn out---the colour and shade lighter like her eyes, bringing them out from beyond her snowy complexion. Tonight her hair had been completely let down and curled under at the ends. It was simple, yet elegant. Just like the soft blue lace dancing around cream coloured gown wrapped about her body.--
18:23:17 Luz Feeling the necklace with her fingers she flipped ends, making sure it faced the correct direction before applying it to her neck. There. . .“Perfect.” Luz whispered to herself, smoothing her fingertips across the simple silver chain and back towards the clasp making sure it rested properly. Turning away and extending a hand out she stepped forward and groped for the handle of the door, finding it on the second try. This was pretty good considering she’s only slept here but for a night. Learning the room hadn’t been dreadfully hard. Luz pulled the door open and stepped out, twisting around to silently see her door shut. Inhaling deeply she closed her eyes and faced the aroma pouring from the dining area. Or, at least, that is what she guessed. Trailing her fingers from her door and along the wall she carefully guided herself towards the stairs, poising herself at the top and opening her eyes. It was rather odd being here alone now---feeling rather left by her former escort.--
18:23:29 Luz Then again, she was invited to stay---this being the only event placing difference between being left behind, and welcomed to stay.
18:31:43 Kaira had slept off yet another attack by Viktor, the two puncture wounds on her neck already starting to close. He'd only fed off her twice since he took her from the square, that time included, but it always rendered weak and defenseless, enough that she just collapsed and blacked out each time. Last time she awoke, she was still in her normal dress, but this time...something had been laid out out for her. Lids fluttered to clear her vision, a whimper escaping her lips at the realization that she was void of all clothing. Eyes darted around the room looking for her dress, but all she spotted was the ghastly thing Viktor had left out and intended her to wear to the feast. That dress conveyed one thing... "doll." There was no mistaking what she was to him once people saw her in that... Suddenly she found herself wishing she wasn't as frail as she'd come to be and not as petite either. With those traits absent, the dress would have looked unusual and weird on her rather than... She shuddered thinking
18:36:08 [Kaira] about what kinds of thoughts seeing that dress would put in people's heads. Ugh...what if there was more like him? What if they all wanted to feed from her?! Fear gripped every bone in her body, chest tightening as she scrambled toward the headboard, clutching the comfortor to her chest. The knock at the door made her squeal and jump, her heart sinking when she saw Eamon at the door. He was Viktor's personal servant...or so she'd come to think, which meant he was here to summon her. If she didn't go then he'd come himself and he wouldn't be happy... "Fine...I just need to change." Eamon bowed out, but he kept the door open, simply turning to give her privacy while she changed. Growling deep within her throat, she moved off the bed, pulled the gauty thing off the hanger and slipped it on, pulling it down so it hit her ankles. For a little dress, it was surprisingly long on her and more like a princess style gown than a doll's dress once it was oriented straight. With that completed, she cleared her
18:37:49 [Kaira] throat which signalled to Eamon for him to bring her to his Master. He did so quickly and led her down a few corridors and down some stairs before ushering her into the room where Viktor was currently residing. Woodenly, she approached him, making sure to avoid eye contact with anyone she passed or anyone that turned their attention to her as she entered.
19:02:25 Viktor` hadn't forgotten Luz, after all. A maid had been sent to escort the poor blind lass to the Dining room but had been in fact, a little tardy. It was for that reason she only made it in time to meet the woman at the stairs. Annabel threw up her hands and let out an exclamation in French, before hurrying to Luz' side. "Mademoiselle, my apologies. I shall take you to ze banquet, oui?" A hand much large than Luz' own petite apendage grabbed for her, and the maid lead her down the stairs as if she was a broken kitten. Annabel was indeed a good deal flustered, and cursing her own mistake. The Master would no doubt have her head if he knew about her negligence in regards to this little belle. Eamon too, was leading a lovely young lady to the dining hall. His new pet, in actual fat. Viktor spotted the two women at once and gave an awkward smile. He really needed to control who he bit better, in all truth. Whilst he hadn't sired Luz, he had taken Adaloura and then Juniper in moments of weakness, only to -
19:02:38 [Viktor`] - save Kaira a few days before. This was without saying there were only so many seats at his side. He strode forth to greet the two of them, bowing low before taking up Luz's tiny hands to kiss each upon their back. Gingerly, he lead her to sit at his left side. To Kaira, his grip secured itself around her wrist, pressing a not-so-gentle-kiss to the inside of it before he lead her, not roughly, but forcefully enough to the seat on his right side. Adaloura would understand, and he was sure Juniper would too. At least this way he wouldn't be forced to speak to men who bored him senseless because he intended for Beckett to sit beside Kaira, if he was in fact joining them for dinner, and Tristan to sit beside Luz. Anyone further done wouldn't be able to indulge in his conversation since the ton simply didn't allow for such barbaric behaviour as calling over the table. He had successfully baracaded himself. He stood ever waiting, alot of his guests werent here yet. In fact.. it was most notable -
19:02:54 [Viktor`] - that Adaloura was missing. And the Luthors for that matter, too. Turning to Kaira his lips formed as great a smirk as he could muster, a not very big one at that. "I see the dress fits you well..." His head turned instead to Luz at the point, smiling at her. "And you Mademoiselle Luz, you look a vision this night." That ridiculous Sir Cain was certainly missing out.
19:11:04 Kaira was starving... He hadn't brought any food up to her room and she was still trying to replenish some of the blood he'd sapped from her the night before. Seeing the food spread out on the table, her stomach growled, a tentative hand reaching out for a bun before it was painfully snatched away with a forceful and tight grip to her wrist by none other than the monster himself. She let out a soft whimper and closed her eyes tightly when he kissed the inside of her wrist, his teeth scraping against the skin threateningly. He could so easily puncture it and none of these other demons would care. They had to be demons... They were the cruel and sadistic beings the priest talked about in church when he did his sermons... But why had she been claimed by one? She'd committed no sins, save for telling a lie here and there, and she was still pure... It didn't make sense. Thoughts were snapped to the side by a forceful pull to her wrist that sent her stumbling forward, her petite form settling into the seat
19:12:41 [Kaira] she was gestured to. Right beside him... She wouldn't be able to leave until he allowed her to and, since he was the host, that was something left to be determined. The poor girl was trapped at the table until Viktor saw it fit to let her retire to bed for the night. All she could hope was they were eating actual food and that she wasn't on the menu even though she would be again at some point.
19:24:39 Ivy_Luthor stood at the doorway of Beckett’s room her hand taking a light grip over the knob as she debated on when was the best time to leave without a mass of people noting such mischievous behavior. Turning the knob open she offered a quick glance back to Beckett before slipping out of the room and calmly gracing down the hall. Though her stride down the hall would have a notable stutter, of course if ever asked why she had such a notable flaw in her step Ivy would deny it. Long crimson curls lay again over her shoulders as she would arrive in the dining hall taking her assigned seat quite carefully as a slight wince was suppressed when contorting in her tight fitting waist line to sit in the chair. Offering a smile she would greet those on either side of her before making an immediate request for blood, and blood alone. With her frail figure looking rather dehydrated it would certainly make one wonder what had Ivy gotten herself into just hours prior.
19:25:31 Luz blinked a few times when a rush of words were spoken in her direction. Her smile twitched lightly while she took a small step forward, carefully mind you, to the edge of the first step while her hand was taken. “Yes, please do. Thank you.” Luz would whisper softly, following the unknown maid’s lead down the stairs at a slightly hurried---yet, not dangerous pace. Her blind eyes shot up towards the ceiling, gazing around that the sounds that echoed there, raising and falling with pitched of laughter---both false and true. All the words were nothing but a mangled mess, but it was beautiful any way Luz looked at it. Slowly her eyes would fall upon hearing the prominent voice of Viktor above it all. A voice she now had a name to. Smiling wide she felt the exchange of hands followed by the press of cool lips. “Greetings.” Luz had said softly before she was whisked away and seated. Reaching both hands onto the table she touched everything in front of her---hoping, of course, it was all
19:25:46 Luz hers to touch. Mapping out the silverware all the way to where her glasses were poised above the plate. In the midst of her exploration Viktor’s compliment had been caught. If she had the blood to blush, she would have. However, the glow of her cheeks did seem to change ever so slightly. “Oh, you’re too kind. I’m sure you’re looking quite sharp tonight in your handsome attire.” No, Luz couldn’t see what the man was wearing, but he felt and sounded like the kind of man who would look good in anything. It wasn’t about what you wore, more about how you wore it, right?
19:31:47 Ivan_Luthor Stood before the large dresser mirror. Unlike the majority of nobles whom had come to prefer being dressed by servants Ivan dressed himself. Adorned from the feet up in a pair of black shoes, black dress pants, black button up long sleeved top, and a crimson colored vest and tie Ivan was just placing over the suit coat to finish his look while looking over a moment to his bed. Nothing would be said of what or who was in his room at this moment as he simply exited the room in complete silence. The look on his face alone would hold the solemn and conflicted mind that swirled in a vat of chaos as he too made his way to the breakfast currently being held. Slipping his hands into either pant’s pocket his emerald irises scanned over those already seated. Other than a nod to Viktor Ivan would soon take a seat across from his darling baby sister a brow quirking as he noted her behavior and complexion. Chuckling to himself at the realization of her mischief Ivan seemed to have forgotten his own flaws. His <c>
19:32:07 Ivan_Luthor <c> sister’s desire to fit in perfectly was far to fun to watch crumble.
19:45:20 Adaloura lounged lazily in a bed which was situated in a room belonging to who she could not name. The femme lazily watched from her vantage point as he got himself ready for the banquet and left, without so much as a word to her. Odd. Nevermind that though, Viktor would be wondering after her. With a wince, she got to her feet, a hand smoothing her now slightly crushed skirts before turning as to peer over her back at her gown via the mirror. The dress was clean. The slightly pinned up locks of hair would have to be let loose, the decoration itself was simply far too much of a wreck, at this point. Adaloura's deft hands took out the restraints that had hung the ridiculously long hair about in curls, and simply let them fall to their correct length. The lush mane reached almost to the small of her back, and with a vain smirk much like Ivy's, she paused to admire her reflection. The platinum and honey blonde hair was beautiful, framing her cream and rose complexion to perfection, whilst her facial features were all >
19:45:42 [Adaloura] < delicate and well proportioned, save for her slightly large almond shaped eyes of deep emerald, and full lips which were now decidedly red. It seemed as though Ada would not be biting them to gain natural color. Nor would she need to pinch her cheeks either, for a certainly becoming flush had acquired them. The reflection in the mirror revealed a petite and yet, fashionable curvaceous femme who's hourglass figure donned a rose-pink satin evening dress. Tiny petal-like sleeves hung just off of her shoulders, before dipping into a low bust line of which was lined with gold embroidery. The unforgiving corseted wait pulled taut to her enviable figure before fanning out in a mass of beautiful skirts. Viktor had gave it to her as a gift. He spoiled her so, more so than anyone. With this done she set out for the door, grimacing in pain and pulling to a stop. Opening the door she peeked out quickly. The coast was clear. Adaloura then, as quickly as she could, moved as far away as possible from the incriminating >
19:45:53 [Adaloura] < location, her somewhat interesting gait resembling Ivy's own limp. Finally, and painfully, she reached the dining hall. Brows rose as she assessed that Viktor had given her permanant seat to someone else. She wasn't offended, but merely surprised; the man in question was usually most loyal to her, not that she could say the same for herself.. That said, she slid herself beside Ivan, trying to mask her limping step and of course, trying not to grimace as she lowered into the step. What was wrong with these women? Clearly, they werent all as virtuous as they all pretended. Unknowing of Ivy's own dalliance she frowned at the woman's odd appearance. Was she ill?
20:00:14 Viktor` decided not to bother waiting for the two men who's seats were vacant. They were the last to arrive, and to be blunt, he was hungry. So was Kaira, apparently. He frowned a little; had they not fed her at all? He wasn't outwardly brutal to women, and he certainly wasn't one to starve them. He'd have to scold Eamon later. How was Kaira's blood to nourish him if she was but skin and bones? Or dead, from malnourishment? His slate gray gaze met Luz. So innocent and naive. "Ah, you flatter me." For some reason, he had this odd desire to protect her. Infinately. Before he could say more, it was then that Ivy, Ivan and Adaloura entered. One after the other. He frowned in regard to the two women. Had they gotten into some sort of tousle? They both seemed to be injured. Though it was incredibly ridiculous, he began to worry for his sweet charge and shot Ivy with the most hateful glares he could muster. Ivan was but nodded to, nearly forgotten in his worry. Not wishing to delay any longer he raised his glass though, -
20:00:32 [Viktor`] - and bid his guests begin eating, with a sidelong glance shot to Kaira. In hushed tones he muttered to her "Eat your fill, lamb." Viktor rather liked his petname for her. Surely most of his guests had smelled the very living Kaira, and had looked questionably at her. If her human stench wasn't obvious enough, she was the only guest with a chalice full of weak ale, rather than red wine and blood.
20:04:38 [Seraphin] Now that his clothes had all been put away and all his possessions placed in their respective positions, Tristan would freshen himself up, taking care to wash his face and clean it of any dust or grime that had collected there, giving his clothes one last look over before taking a moment to fuss with his shoes, and then remember that he had almost forgotten something vitally important. Even if they were vampires - and well-dressed ones at that - there was something to be said about smelling as nice as one looked. With a dab of the oils of something floral in a few choice places, the man would check his hair with a palm, then nod, agreeably. Done was done - and dawdling overmuch was never commendable. The key that had been given him would find itself used as Tristan left his room, the small object placed carefully in a pocket along the interior of his vest. A soft tune on his lips, and he'd pause for a moment to look around, and see if the so-helpful Jessame had remained outside while he
20:04:45 [Seraphin] prepared, before backtracking his steps to the foyer to search for the main banquet room. If Jessame had stayed, of course, it would be much simpler - she could lead him straight there, could she not? But somehow or another - if Jessame had guided him, she would find herself thanked once more with a bow and a kiss to the back of her hand - Tristan would find himself at the entrance to the dining room, entering quietly even as he looked towards Viktor to provide him with some sort of signal as to where he ought to seat himself. If he wasn't caught in time, he would simply seat himself next to the frightened-looking young woman at Viktor's right hand after greeting those already seated. Viktor wasn't really a cruel man, but the path of a gentleman was a difficult one to walk - and even more so for those who fed upon the blood of others. Tristan himself continued to find he had room to improve - but hardly here, or now. He could conduct himself socially as well now as he could when he was still human,
20:04:48 [Seraphin] which dictated that he first offer greetings - in the form of lips upon the back of one's hand - to the females seated on either side of Viktor, before greeting the man as well. That the young woman he was to be seated next to was human was glaringly obvious - but until the matter was to be broached, Tristan would leave it alone, proccupied as he intended to be with greetings for the time being. For, it seemed, he had been just barely beaten by a select few others, to this place - and they needed to be greeted as well.
20:44:09 [ Beckett ] - Unlike Ivy, the Beast would not require blood following whatever had happened behind that closed door. Dressed rather informally, in a pair of trousers that contributed to and concluded the entirety of the otherwise-lacking ensemble, he would flash a wide and toothy grin to the presumably still unconscious form of the bound and invertedly hung thief. "This is our secret," he said rather cooly behind that grin, knowing the man couldn't hear him and wouldn't have recalled what was even being spoken about. Turning to walk himself to a wardrobe that was presumably within the room and stocked with clothing fit for a noble, if sparse in number, there would be an inaudible grinding that Beckett could feel, causing his grin to widen at the oh-so-recent memory that was the cause for such. Assuredly, Ducard was very much an animal. Opening the doors of the wardrobe, he noted the tenderness in his abdomen that could be felt from the seemingly uninvolved actions. Oh, how <C>
20:44:13 [ Beckett ] this was going to be fun, for the Beast was not one to telegraph such soreness.. Instead, he would masquerade completeness in physicality just as he would nobility for this night, while the regeneration inherent to his race ran it's course. Selecting from the wardrobe perhaps the simplest of the attires present, the Ravager chose a black suit with a cream colored undershirt. There would be no tie or other formalities to accompany this selection, as donning such a garb was sacrifice enough in his book, especially for the first night of partaking of the festivities. Perhaps he did not know it, but it was quite an honour that Viktor was receiving, for such an animal to be clad in the dress of not just men, but of elitist men. It would take much more coaxing than the conversation they had shared the previous night to get earn that measure of extravagence. It would take a fair deal of time, due to injuries suffered, for Beckett to remove his trousers and slip on the ones for the suit.
made no attempt to look to Viktor after his initial greeting. Green hues scanned over the many people at the table once more letting a chuckle slip when returning to meet his sisters glare. Of course he knew she was up with someone, he just didn’t know who. When Adal entered the room Ivan offered a mild smile feeling rather tense as she took a seat beside him. At this point the could clearly conclude that Ivy wasn’t involved with Viktor, seeing as he was giving her a glare from heel at the weakened walked Adal presented when she entered the room. At this point Ivan could only wonder how much time was left before Viktor finally realized all of what was going on, the mischievous guests he either invited or held so close. Making no attempt to reveal any of his own secrets to any more of the guests at the table Ivan would order whatever was recommended. Though he was only likely to take the blood from the meal, in his home he hadn’t really taken to eating food. Thus whenever he gave an attempt anymore he <c>
21:10:46 Ivan_Luthor <c> he was met with nausea. A symptom he didn’t need to have at any point on this night, he needed to blend into the crowd as much as possible.
21:20:52 Adaloura reached out to take the chalice in her hand, gaze roaming over Viktor's new friends. Luz, she'd seen that one the night before. A pretty little thing, she thought. As for the other one? Human. Perhaps one of them were up to the task of distracting Viktor, changing his mind? With the man in question occupied with his staring at Ivy, she took a few much needed swigs of the sweetened wine and blood whilst her other hand, her right for that matter, rested under the table before prodding playfully at Ivan's leg. He wasn't looking at her. Probably to discourage suspicions from others though, no one was paying them any heed. Viktor was far too busy with Kaira, Luz and Tristan whilst the other guests were too interested in their own conversations though, a few of them had piqued a brow at Ivy's current appearance. Lucky for her, they werent as sure of what she had been doing as her darling brother had. Setting her glass down, Adaloura tucked into a hearty meal. She needed her strength, after all.
22:13:44 Alyce entered the vast dining room, pouting lips lightly pursed as her golden green gaze scanned the room. Her cream-colored skirts swished about her delicate ankles as she moved gracefully, head up, auburn curls fanning out about her as she moved. Part of her curls were pinned back, falling loosely down her back. The expression on her heart-shaped face was soft and innocent, her fair skin flawless with a hint of rose touching her high cheekbones. She took note of the room and its occupants, the other aristocrats gathered about in small groups participating in idle conversation. Smoothing her hands over the corsetted dress, she inhaled and then breathed out slowly, her breasts rising and falling with the movement as the silver butterfly dangling from the choker rested at the bottom of her slender neck. Her cat-like eyes flicked about the room as she moved toward the chairs, seeking a quiet area to seat herself to the other nobility about her.
22:14:24 [Alyce] Having not interacted much with her own kind, Alyce was a bit nervous as she slid onto one of the lavish chairs seated back against the wall. Folding her hands in her lap, she remained poised and elegant as she sat alone and studied the patrons about her.
22:22:28 Luz was not unaware of those sitting our her---simply unable to see them. If one were to smile at her she’d miss it, along with a wink that would go long forgotten. Pressing her lips together and reaching out for her glass she pulled it to her, smelling whatever may have been inside. Nothing---nothing at all. It could have been water, but it wasn’t. There was no weight to the glass, but the glass itself and the density of air. Slowly she set the glass back down and retracted her hand, only to allow her elbow to slide against the fork set at her plate-side. The metallic object slowly slid across the cloth, the tips of each prong poking into her flesh as the end went over the edge. With a slight gasp she quickly reached for the utensil, grabbing at it blindly and upside down. Dear Tristan, you must forgive Luz---Unless stopped she would have fumbled the silver straight into his leg prong down. However, depending on the position of the man, it may not have split the --
22:22:55 Luz the material covering his thigh and simply slid off and onto the floor where it would clatter. If Tristan had the misfortune of being in just the right spot he may find himself with a salad fork sticking out of his leg. Rolling her lower lip under she’d immediately pull away from the man and fold her hands in her lap. Oh dear, oh my----this wasn’t good. “I. . .I am terribly sorry.” she whispered, closing her eyes and facing the man before opening them once more. Even if the fork had been stopped before reaching either of the two destine locations she’d open her eyes and reach out, blindly patting the air for either his shoulder or arm to make sure everything was. . .alright
22:23:08 Beckett would, most certainly, take his sweet time getting those pants on. And for good reason. But that was neither here nor there, as the cause for such things was what was now making him late. Fortunately, while he had told Viktor that the two would see one another on this night, the Beast had not proclaimed a time. Thus, any disfavor garnered from his running behind could be met with a logical dispute, as the Ravager surely did wander. Once the waist of the pants hung snugly about tender hips, it remained unfastened at the front so as to permit the easy tucking in of the shirt that was soon to follow. And soon, enough, it did. With cuff's unfastened, the sleeves of the creme shirt was soon slipped over clawed hands and was shortly thereafter fastened up the center. While it took a bit more effort to coax wounded muscles of his anatomy to respond as they should, or perhaps just a bit more determination, the task was soon complete enough for the pants to be able to be fastened. <C>
22:23:10 [ Beckett ] Socks and uncomfortable dress shoes were soon upon the Beast's feet as he scooped up the jacket and made for the door. Strangely enough, when the Ravager knocked -- just once -- and the door was open, what stood on the other side looked nothing like the monster that had just been within. Deathly pallor had given way to a vibrant, if rugged complexion. The talons that had adorned his nails were no longer present, though clippings of any sort would be nowhere to be found. The shaggy mane of black hair that was entirely unkempt looked to have been painstaking straightened and was tied at the back of his neck to form a perhaps regal ponytail. With his right hand having two fingers hooked into the neck of the jacket, which was, in turn, slung over his left shoulder, Beckett's left hand was finishing buttoning the cuff at the time the bar was removed and the door was opened for him. With the left cuff having already been done, this permitted Ducard to lower his left hand and allow <C>
22:23:14 [ Beckett ] the now-flesh-toned hand to slip into the pocket of his trousers, an action that would have otherwise gotten a wince or a grimace if the almost pleasant-looking grin -- far from the bestial, predatory one that so oft sat there upon -- wasn't firmly hiding anything he might inwardly be feeling. With that, the Beast was off, the hard soles of the shoes clicking echoes down the vacant halls of this wing of the manor. When he drew nearer to the dining hall, having gotten directions from Eamon with the schedule of events, he would remove the jacket from his shoulder so as to swirl it above his head as his slipped his arms into the sleeves. This was going to be a long night if he was going to continue feeling this way, dressed up in such a fashion. He'd rather be out in a field tearing apart a farmhand. If only just for the fun of it.
22:33:04 Viktor` watched as Tristan joined them. Whilst not utterly conventional, he at least made for an interesting guest and a fair enough dining partner. Given that Kaira at his side was too busy tending to her meal, he peered past her from the head of the table and to Sir Seraphin, who sat beside her. "I trust you found your abode pleasing enough?" He was pleased, to be truthful. Though Tristan's earlier attire had been amusing, this new outfit was certain to cause less of a scandal and thus, less of a headache for him. He paused breifly at the sound of the gilded double doors of the grand dining room opening, revealing the banquet feast within. Delicasy after delicasy was stren about the table top, and decoratively dressed nobles sat chattering about while lines of liveried footmen stood by against the wall to cater to their every whim. He'd have paid more attention to Alyce who was welcome to sit in the empty seat beside Ivy Luthor, who was currently in his dishavor, had their not been a bit of a scuffle at his -
22:33:27 [Viktor`] - side. Poor Luz had dropped her fork. A fond smile found his lips as he lounged back in his extravegant chair. A throne, at best. Fingers drummed along the arm before eventually he shook his head "Don't mind it, sweeting." He said in a hushed tone only loud enough for Luz, at his side, to hear. The poor dear. He beckoned forth a footman to come clear the mess indeed if there was any, retrieve the fork was it not stuck in Tristan, and gift her with a new, fresh one. Viktor then turned back to his plate and helped himself to the hunk of rare meat on his plate. Waiting properly fro his mouth to empty, he turned back to Tristan, hoping the change of subject might distract from any of Luz's embarrassment "Sir Seraphin, I expect you will be at tonights council meeting? You have the privlege of being here for the first of the event, given that last night's was postponed..." He took another piece of meat into his mouth. Chewed, and swallowed. "Unfortunate events, you see?"
22:47:51 Alyce noted an empty seat amongst the array of guests and rose, a blush staining her cheeks as the awkward feeling sunk in. She never fit in well with her own kind. Never fit in well with anyone, really. It wasn't a lack of trying on her part, mind you. In Alyce's case, she had forgotten how it was to interact with others, preferring seclusion to company. What had driven her to accept the invitation to the Masquerade was mere curiousity, and an underlying desire to fit in with others of her kind and station. Moving elegantly across the floor, she made her way down the long table to the empty sit beside Ivy Luthor, nodding to a servant as he pulled the chair out for her. Sliding into the comfortable dining chair, she looked about the table at the faces of the others before allowing her gaze to rest upon the man who spoke, Viktor. She inclined her head in greeting to him as he looked at her before her gaze slid over the food spread out along the table top.
22:51:39 Ivy_Luthor After having finished off a second delivery of blood Ivy then moved on to move about the food on the plate before her idly prodding over each little group with a sigh. Before long the commotion at the end of the table caught her interest for a moment, the vile gaze of Viktor turning her away once more as she felt rather nervous. When another sat beside her she removed her idle gaze from her suspicious brother turning to the woman and offering a pleasant smile. “Evening, I am Ivy Luthor it is a pleasure to meet you.” With such a proper greeting she would pause awaiting any reply in any to acquire her name before looking to the entrance archway of the dining hall. Beckett hadn’t arrived yet, something that she had been wondering about though unknown to the others. As long as no one here had seen her leave his room she could assume that no one would know that they had even known one another.
22:58:17 Alyce turned and looked at the red-haired woman seated beside her. Smiling and tilting her head in greeting, Alyce felt her uneasiness settle slightly. "Good evening. My name is Alyce Vivaldi. A pleasure meeting you, as well." Her voice was soft and lilting as spoke before turning to look about the table yet again. She was far from hungry, but didn't want to appear rude, so she chose a small slab of lamb, extra rare, and set it upon her plate. Slicing into it, she lifted to her lips upon the fork and ate, chewing methodically as she swallowed the juices and blood from the meat.
23:02:01 Ivan_Luthor stiffened in his seat as Adaloura’s fingertips tickled over his leg. Shifting some in his place he kept one hand visible above the table top while the other also drifted beneath the table to claps over her fondly. This minor interaction being the most emotion he could have possibly shown toward her all day. Even if he wasn’t suspected for taking Adaloura’s care from Viktor away yet Ivan didn’t want it to flare up at the ball. So his subtle affection would have to do for her now as he soon returned his hand back to the table offering a nod to the girl who now sat beside Ivy. When Ivy looked to the door Ivan would briefly do so also quirking a brow as the doorway was currently empty. Smiling to himself Ivan knew that perhaps whomever was next to arrive was indeed the one she had been seeing. Given her track record it was expected that this current flame was likely well off and handsome. And if not, perhaps she was beginning to slack some in her pickings. Either or he now would look over to Adal for a <c>
23:02:17 Ivan_Luthor <c> moment his lips muttering low so that only she could hear. “How are you feeling..?”
23:12:37 [Seraphin] Let it not be said that vampires were anything but graceful, even when their grace was lacking - which would seem an impossibility for only as long as one did not watch well the figure of one Luz Thwitch, who not only managed to knock her fork off the table while grasping blindly at it - but grab the handle, and plunge the tips of the utensil not only into Tristan's thigh, but also neatly through the outstretched palm of his hand, which he had placed there to attempt to catch the utensil as it fell. It would be blatantly obvious to all, save perhaps Luz, that Tristan had not intended to experience having his hand pinned to his leg with a dinner fork due, if nothing else, to the look that would cross his face at the impact. A sudden stiffening of his spine, an equally sudden intake of breath - but these would be like the pitterpatter of rain upon the ground compared to the entirely disgusting, and rather inappropriate 'Squelch' that the fork would make on its way out. It wouldn't be the first -
23:12:41 [Seraphin] or the last - time that Tristan had been stabbed, but he could truthfully claim this to be the only time it had ever been done with a fork; but as it would be completely blase and impolite to make a scene, the fringes of a temper would be bitten back as he remarked, simply, "Perhaps it would behoove you to be careful with such things - it would...be most unfortunate if they continued to evade you, no?" The touch of her hand upon his arm would reveal little - it was his other hand that was balled into a fist while he pretended he didn't want to do something just a little more drastic. With a tone that would speak volumes in the language of sardonic sarcasm, he would repeat Viktor's words back to him: "Unfortunate events, indeed." He'd find some time to eat after the quartet of holes decorating his hand had sealed.
23:14:19 Adaloura nodded to those opposite them, Ivy accross from Ivan and.. Alyce, she'd eavesdropped, accross from her. "Good Evening." Unable to help herself, she beamed. Dimples came at her cheeks whilst her lush lips formed a perfectly charming smile. Happiness ebbed through her at the minute touch Ivan shared with her, before her hand rose back to the table. Discrete as it was, she was sitting close enough so that one leg touched his, and her arm brushed his own upon any minute movement. "You are enjoying the festives, oui?" Came a rather cheery question sent both Alyce and Ivy's way. An excitable little thing at the moment, it was a fair argument to say that she glowed. Ada shifted a little at the whisper sent her way, turning to face him she whispered with a coy smirk "Perfect." Now, the belle's pretty head turned as if peering over her shoulder but instead, she was whispered closer to his here, muttering something only loud enough for him to hear. Then, she turned back to face her food and continued eating>
23:15:05 [Adaloura] < as though nothing had happened. As for Tristan and Luz? Adaloura was too wrapped up in her own happiness to notice them, or the squelch that had followed suit. Lucky, too. It might have turned her currently healthy appetite.
23:34:57 Luz bit the tip of her tongue as she waited for a response---any response. The first one that came to her however was one from Viktor. She turned towards him and offered a rather sheepish smile before withdrawing her hand away from Tristan’s arm and reside back with its twin in her lap. “Forgive me, I shall try to mind my. . .” Her words faded off with the arrival of her tongue, lightly dashing across her lower lip. Not the most social vampire in the world---one who became frighteningly shy, if I may, when dealing with even the lightest confrontation. Her blind gaze shifted down towards her empty plate, listening to the extra dishes, and smelling all the wonderful food making its way around the table. When a filled plate was set before her she reached out and carefully took hold of her newly given fork and held it with four of her fingers, allowing the pinky to extend away slightly and rest against the edge of her plate. With her other hand she felt ---
23:35:55 Luz around the table cloth until the knife was felt. Luz ran the soft pad of her finger down the blade until she found the handle, picking up the utensil and pausing. This was quite embarrassing---even more embarrassing since it was the second embarrassment this evening. She couldn’t see the food on her plate. Being the type to try and keep whatever pride she had left she shifted forward in her seat and began to cut through anything on her plate. In this case, it happened to be some freshly steamed and buttered green beans and mushrooms that went along with the sauce covering both rice and meat upon her plate. Quietly placing the knife against the edge of her dish she maneuvered her fork up towards her lips, flipping it around so that the prongs curved towards her tongue. Silence would keep her as she ate---more like nibbled.
46:49 [ Beckett ] - When the Beast reached the door to the dining hall, he would most assuredly be dressed to impress, at least if one were to take into account the manner in which had appeared upon his arrival on the Luxor Manor grounds. No longer clad as a commoner, and one whom had just taken the long path through the words after having forgone on the road far too long ago to remember. Instead, it could be said he looked rather sharp, and certainly looked human. Those ever-present black glasses remained upon his face, allowing one to make the mistake that he was blind -- though Luz was certainly far more definitive in that regard. But blind he assuredly was not. "My apologies, Lord Luxor," the Beast says in voice that bore something quite disconcerting to himself, though likely pleasant for others to hear by comparison: warmth. "There seems to have been a miscommunication with my effects." Allowing his attention to slowly, if deliberately, pan the guests already gathered at the table, the Ravager would <C>
23:47:37 [ Beckett ] permit himself to don a sheepish-smile masque. "Forgive my rudeness," he continues the charade. "I am Ducard. From Santa Ruz, Spain." And while part of that was true, as he was known by that title in that area of Europe, his voice carried with it not accent whatsoever, perhaps a tell-tale sign for the world-wearier of the gathered nobles? Who would know for sure unless they raised the question. Thus, without further adeiu, he would move to find an empty seat somewhere along the table. Though it could not be seen on his face, or even around those glasses to denote movement around his eyes, the Beast was certainly feeling discomforted by the whole ordeal. Yes, he had been around enough nobles and had been around enough scholars to be able to replicate their speech and all that, but it just wasn't him. Compounding the issue was another matter, the aftermath. Which, naturally, would go unmentioned. Fortunately for him, or perhaps unfortunately for whom he would be gazing <C>
23:48:30 [ Beckett ] upon, the subject of his vision would not be discernible by observing his face. Though the grin that followed, even as his head had been turned partially away from said individual, toward the Lord of the house, could be a bit of a sign.
00:07:55 [Seraphin] And just like that, the skin had decided it wanted to cover up the holes in his hands, and for all intents and purposes, it would seem that his hand had repaired itself - but beneath the still-healing skin, Tristan could feel the holes still sealing themselves. But more than that, he saw the expression that crossed the face of the young lady next to him, and realized something that he had failed to realize as of yet - that she was, undoubtedly, blind. To prove the point, he would find a small morsel of food - likely a pea, or portion of bean - and position it carefully in his fingers, before flicking it away from the table, making sure that it would cross her line of sight. If she had any, that is - the sudden motion would attract a moment's attention from any who could see; but quick movements were just like any other kind of movement to the blind - that is, unremarkable in the least. Whether his test was verified or not, Tristan would attempt to comfort the woman as best he could with the awkward
00:08:01 [Seraphin] placement of his far hand upon her near shoulder, intending to squeeze it lightly for a moment before retracting his hand. "I...am fine. I apologize if I spoke rashly - I was...ah..taken by surprise." Completely true, but not precisely the truth. "I beg your pardon, milady." The entrance of yet another member to those gathered at the table already would go unnoticed for the moment, while he attempted to remedy the situation he had, in part, caused - and the next order of business after that would be to start transferring some of the food from his plate to his insides. Food, he had found, helped the healing process along ever-so-slightly. How fortunate it was that he still had his dominant hand to eat with.
18:22:09 [Seraphin] "That will hardly be necessary, Viktor-" Tristan would begin to speak, but before he could finish, Viktor was off once more. Bother. With a laugh on his lips, he would turn away from the departing man and towards the maid that had been summoned to his service with a smile - and a raised finger. "Ah. Pardon me a moment." With a small sidestep, Tristan would pull at the neckline of his ragged clothes up and over his head, folding the fabric carefully over one arm before looking towards the maid once more, the full splendor of his clothing now revealed. A ruffled shirt beneath a stylish vest, matching breeches and a stylized crest at his breast. Tristan's style of dress was always tasteful, though he always seemed to err, if at all, on the side of conservativism. He'd follow the maid to his room, and thank her both verbally and with a small coin in the exchange of palms before she would leave, but not before inquiring about her name first. The twenty-third room, on the right. Fancy, as always -
18:22:13 [Seraphin] Viktor always did have an eye for extravagance, Tristan decided - and however much he appreciated the offer of a bottle of wineblood for himself, it would be rather remiss of him to enjoy it by himself. It would continue to chill in the bucket, untouched, while Tristan busied himself with unpacking his chests and freshening up; inside each of the ragged and broken-down chests was hidden a slightly smaller, but much more appropriate chest, full of clothing and other necessities. This...would take some time, but Tristan would be on his way downstairs soon enough.
18:22:58 Luz sat against the edge of a chair in her quarters. One leg bent up with a bare foot seeking the shoe held between both her hands. Carefully sliding her foot into the nearly flat sapphire embellished sandal she felt over the straps, winding them around her ankle and trying to neatly secure them the best she could. Luz ran her fingers across the buckle a few times, making sure it was smoothed out and placed with perfection. A gentle smile reached her lips and she lowered her leg, planting both firmly on the ground as she stood up. Patting at the air with both hands, Luz would find her way towards a little dresser where her jewelry box, and other goodies were placed. A matching sapphire necklace was drawn out---the colour and shade lighter like her eyes, bringing them out from beyond her snowy complexion. Tonight her hair had been completely let down and curled under at the ends. It was simple, yet elegant. Just like the soft blue lace dancing around cream coloured gown wrapped about her body.--
18:23:17 Luz Feeling the necklace with her fingers she flipped ends, making sure it faced the correct direction before applying it to her neck. There. . .“Perfect.” Luz whispered to herself, smoothing her fingertips across the simple silver chain and back towards the clasp making sure it rested properly. Turning away and extending a hand out she stepped forward and groped for the handle of the door, finding it on the second try. This was pretty good considering she’s only slept here but for a night. Learning the room hadn’t been dreadfully hard. Luz pulled the door open and stepped out, twisting around to silently see her door shut. Inhaling deeply she closed her eyes and faced the aroma pouring from the dining area. Or, at least, that is what she guessed. Trailing her fingers from her door and along the wall she carefully guided herself towards the stairs, poising herself at the top and opening her eyes. It was rather odd being here alone now---feeling rather left by her former escort.--
18:23:29 Luz Then again, she was invited to stay---this being the only event placing difference between being left behind, and welcomed to stay.
18:31:43 Kaira had slept off yet another attack by Viktor, the two puncture wounds on her neck already starting to close. He'd only fed off her twice since he took her from the square, that time included, but it always rendered weak and defenseless, enough that she just collapsed and blacked out each time. Last time she awoke, she was still in her normal dress, but this time...something had been laid out out for her. Lids fluttered to clear her vision, a whimper escaping her lips at the realization that she was void of all clothing. Eyes darted around the room looking for her dress, but all she spotted was the ghastly thing Viktor had left out and intended her to wear to the feast. That dress conveyed one thing... "doll." There was no mistaking what she was to him once people saw her in that... Suddenly she found herself wishing she wasn't as frail as she'd come to be and not as petite either. With those traits absent, the dress would have looked unusual and weird on her rather than... She shuddered thinking
18:36:08 [Kaira] about what kinds of thoughts seeing that dress would put in people's heads. Ugh...what if there was more like him? What if they all wanted to feed from her?! Fear gripped every bone in her body, chest tightening as she scrambled toward the headboard, clutching the comfortor to her chest. The knock at the door made her squeal and jump, her heart sinking when she saw Eamon at the door. He was Viktor's personal servant...or so she'd come to think, which meant he was here to summon her. If she didn't go then he'd come himself and he wouldn't be happy... "Fine...I just need to change." Eamon bowed out, but he kept the door open, simply turning to give her privacy while she changed. Growling deep within her throat, she moved off the bed, pulled the gauty thing off the hanger and slipped it on, pulling it down so it hit her ankles. For a little dress, it was surprisingly long on her and more like a princess style gown than a doll's dress once it was oriented straight. With that completed, she cleared her
18:37:49 [Kaira] throat which signalled to Eamon for him to bring her to his Master. He did so quickly and led her down a few corridors and down some stairs before ushering her into the room where Viktor was currently residing. Woodenly, she approached him, making sure to avoid eye contact with anyone she passed or anyone that turned their attention to her as she entered.
19:02:25 Viktor` hadn't forgotten Luz, after all. A maid had been sent to escort the poor blind lass to the Dining room but had been in fact, a little tardy. It was for that reason she only made it in time to meet the woman at the stairs. Annabel threw up her hands and let out an exclamation in French, before hurrying to Luz' side. "Mademoiselle, my apologies. I shall take you to ze banquet, oui?" A hand much large than Luz' own petite apendage grabbed for her, and the maid lead her down the stairs as if she was a broken kitten. Annabel was indeed a good deal flustered, and cursing her own mistake. The Master would no doubt have her head if he knew about her negligence in regards to this little belle. Eamon too, was leading a lovely young lady to the dining hall. His new pet, in actual fat. Viktor spotted the two women at once and gave an awkward smile. He really needed to control who he bit better, in all truth. Whilst he hadn't sired Luz, he had taken Adaloura and then Juniper in moments of weakness, only to -
19:02:38 [Viktor`] - save Kaira a few days before. This was without saying there were only so many seats at his side. He strode forth to greet the two of them, bowing low before taking up Luz's tiny hands to kiss each upon their back. Gingerly, he lead her to sit at his left side. To Kaira, his grip secured itself around her wrist, pressing a not-so-gentle-kiss to the inside of it before he lead her, not roughly, but forcefully enough to the seat on his right side. Adaloura would understand, and he was sure Juniper would too. At least this way he wouldn't be forced to speak to men who bored him senseless because he intended for Beckett to sit beside Kaira, if he was in fact joining them for dinner, and Tristan to sit beside Luz. Anyone further done wouldn't be able to indulge in his conversation since the ton simply didn't allow for such barbaric behaviour as calling over the table. He had successfully baracaded himself. He stood ever waiting, alot of his guests werent here yet. In fact.. it was most notable -
19:02:54 [Viktor`] - that Adaloura was missing. And the Luthors for that matter, too. Turning to Kaira his lips formed as great a smirk as he could muster, a not very big one at that. "I see the dress fits you well..." His head turned instead to Luz at the point, smiling at her. "And you Mademoiselle Luz, you look a vision this night." That ridiculous Sir Cain was certainly missing out.
19:11:04 Kaira was starving... He hadn't brought any food up to her room and she was still trying to replenish some of the blood he'd sapped from her the night before. Seeing the food spread out on the table, her stomach growled, a tentative hand reaching out for a bun before it was painfully snatched away with a forceful and tight grip to her wrist by none other than the monster himself. She let out a soft whimper and closed her eyes tightly when he kissed the inside of her wrist, his teeth scraping against the skin threateningly. He could so easily puncture it and none of these other demons would care. They had to be demons... They were the cruel and sadistic beings the priest talked about in church when he did his sermons... But why had she been claimed by one? She'd committed no sins, save for telling a lie here and there, and she was still pure... It didn't make sense. Thoughts were snapped to the side by a forceful pull to her wrist that sent her stumbling forward, her petite form settling into the seat
19:12:41 [Kaira] she was gestured to. Right beside him... She wouldn't be able to leave until he allowed her to and, since he was the host, that was something left to be determined. The poor girl was trapped at the table until Viktor saw it fit to let her retire to bed for the night. All she could hope was they were eating actual food and that she wasn't on the menu even though she would be again at some point.
19:24:39 Ivy_Luthor stood at the doorway of Beckett’s room her hand taking a light grip over the knob as she debated on when was the best time to leave without a mass of people noting such mischievous behavior. Turning the knob open she offered a quick glance back to Beckett before slipping out of the room and calmly gracing down the hall. Though her stride down the hall would have a notable stutter, of course if ever asked why she had such a notable flaw in her step Ivy would deny it. Long crimson curls lay again over her shoulders as she would arrive in the dining hall taking her assigned seat quite carefully as a slight wince was suppressed when contorting in her tight fitting waist line to sit in the chair. Offering a smile she would greet those on either side of her before making an immediate request for blood, and blood alone. With her frail figure looking rather dehydrated it would certainly make one wonder what had Ivy gotten herself into just hours prior.
19:25:31 Luz blinked a few times when a rush of words were spoken in her direction. Her smile twitched lightly while she took a small step forward, carefully mind you, to the edge of the first step while her hand was taken. “Yes, please do. Thank you.” Luz would whisper softly, following the unknown maid’s lead down the stairs at a slightly hurried---yet, not dangerous pace. Her blind eyes shot up towards the ceiling, gazing around that the sounds that echoed there, raising and falling with pitched of laughter---both false and true. All the words were nothing but a mangled mess, but it was beautiful any way Luz looked at it. Slowly her eyes would fall upon hearing the prominent voice of Viktor above it all. A voice she now had a name to. Smiling wide she felt the exchange of hands followed by the press of cool lips. “Greetings.” Luz had said softly before she was whisked away and seated. Reaching both hands onto the table she touched everything in front of her---hoping, of course, it was all
19:25:46 Luz hers to touch. Mapping out the silverware all the way to where her glasses were poised above the plate. In the midst of her exploration Viktor’s compliment had been caught. If she had the blood to blush, she would have. However, the glow of her cheeks did seem to change ever so slightly. “Oh, you’re too kind. I’m sure you’re looking quite sharp tonight in your handsome attire.” No, Luz couldn’t see what the man was wearing, but he felt and sounded like the kind of man who would look good in anything. It wasn’t about what you wore, more about how you wore it, right?
19:31:47 Ivan_Luthor Stood before the large dresser mirror. Unlike the majority of nobles whom had come to prefer being dressed by servants Ivan dressed himself. Adorned from the feet up in a pair of black shoes, black dress pants, black button up long sleeved top, and a crimson colored vest and tie Ivan was just placing over the suit coat to finish his look while looking over a moment to his bed. Nothing would be said of what or who was in his room at this moment as he simply exited the room in complete silence. The look on his face alone would hold the solemn and conflicted mind that swirled in a vat of chaos as he too made his way to the breakfast currently being held. Slipping his hands into either pant’s pocket his emerald irises scanned over those already seated. Other than a nod to Viktor Ivan would soon take a seat across from his darling baby sister a brow quirking as he noted her behavior and complexion. Chuckling to himself at the realization of her mischief Ivan seemed to have forgotten his own flaws. His <c>
19:32:07 Ivan_Luthor <c> sister’s desire to fit in perfectly was far to fun to watch crumble.
19:45:20 Adaloura lounged lazily in a bed which was situated in a room belonging to who she could not name. The femme lazily watched from her vantage point as he got himself ready for the banquet and left, without so much as a word to her. Odd. Nevermind that though, Viktor would be wondering after her. With a wince, she got to her feet, a hand smoothing her now slightly crushed skirts before turning as to peer over her back at her gown via the mirror. The dress was clean. The slightly pinned up locks of hair would have to be let loose, the decoration itself was simply far too much of a wreck, at this point. Adaloura's deft hands took out the restraints that had hung the ridiculously long hair about in curls, and simply let them fall to their correct length. The lush mane reached almost to the small of her back, and with a vain smirk much like Ivy's, she paused to admire her reflection. The platinum and honey blonde hair was beautiful, framing her cream and rose complexion to perfection, whilst her facial features were all >
19:45:42 [Adaloura] < delicate and well proportioned, save for her slightly large almond shaped eyes of deep emerald, and full lips which were now decidedly red. It seemed as though Ada would not be biting them to gain natural color. Nor would she need to pinch her cheeks either, for a certainly becoming flush had acquired them. The reflection in the mirror revealed a petite and yet, fashionable curvaceous femme who's hourglass figure donned a rose-pink satin evening dress. Tiny petal-like sleeves hung just off of her shoulders, before dipping into a low bust line of which was lined with gold embroidery. The unforgiving corseted wait pulled taut to her enviable figure before fanning out in a mass of beautiful skirts. Viktor had gave it to her as a gift. He spoiled her so, more so than anyone. With this done she set out for the door, grimacing in pain and pulling to a stop. Opening the door she peeked out quickly. The coast was clear. Adaloura then, as quickly as she could, moved as far away as possible from the incriminating >
19:45:53 [Adaloura] < location, her somewhat interesting gait resembling Ivy's own limp. Finally, and painfully, she reached the dining hall. Brows rose as she assessed that Viktor had given her permanant seat to someone else. She wasn't offended, but merely surprised; the man in question was usually most loyal to her, not that she could say the same for herself.. That said, she slid herself beside Ivan, trying to mask her limping step and of course, trying not to grimace as she lowered into the step. What was wrong with these women? Clearly, they werent all as virtuous as they all pretended. Unknowing of Ivy's own dalliance she frowned at the woman's odd appearance. Was she ill?
20:00:14 Viktor` decided not to bother waiting for the two men who's seats were vacant. They were the last to arrive, and to be blunt, he was hungry. So was Kaira, apparently. He frowned a little; had they not fed her at all? He wasn't outwardly brutal to women, and he certainly wasn't one to starve them. He'd have to scold Eamon later. How was Kaira's blood to nourish him if she was but skin and bones? Or dead, from malnourishment? His slate gray gaze met Luz. So innocent and naive. "Ah, you flatter me." For some reason, he had this odd desire to protect her. Infinately. Before he could say more, it was then that Ivy, Ivan and Adaloura entered. One after the other. He frowned in regard to the two women. Had they gotten into some sort of tousle? They both seemed to be injured. Though it was incredibly ridiculous, he began to worry for his sweet charge and shot Ivy with the most hateful glares he could muster. Ivan was but nodded to, nearly forgotten in his worry. Not wishing to delay any longer he raised his glass though, -
20:00:32 [Viktor`] - and bid his guests begin eating, with a sidelong glance shot to Kaira. In hushed tones he muttered to her "Eat your fill, lamb." Viktor rather liked his petname for her. Surely most of his guests had smelled the very living Kaira, and had looked questionably at her. If her human stench wasn't obvious enough, she was the only guest with a chalice full of weak ale, rather than red wine and blood.
20:04:38 [Seraphin] Now that his clothes had all been put away and all his possessions placed in their respective positions, Tristan would freshen himself up, taking care to wash his face and clean it of any dust or grime that had collected there, giving his clothes one last look over before taking a moment to fuss with his shoes, and then remember that he had almost forgotten something vitally important. Even if they were vampires - and well-dressed ones at that - there was something to be said about smelling as nice as one looked. With a dab of the oils of something floral in a few choice places, the man would check his hair with a palm, then nod, agreeably. Done was done - and dawdling overmuch was never commendable. The key that had been given him would find itself used as Tristan left his room, the small object placed carefully in a pocket along the interior of his vest. A soft tune on his lips, and he'd pause for a moment to look around, and see if the so-helpful Jessame had remained outside while he
20:04:45 [Seraphin] prepared, before backtracking his steps to the foyer to search for the main banquet room. If Jessame had stayed, of course, it would be much simpler - she could lead him straight there, could she not? But somehow or another - if Jessame had guided him, she would find herself thanked once more with a bow and a kiss to the back of her hand - Tristan would find himself at the entrance to the dining room, entering quietly even as he looked towards Viktor to provide him with some sort of signal as to where he ought to seat himself. If he wasn't caught in time, he would simply seat himself next to the frightened-looking young woman at Viktor's right hand after greeting those already seated. Viktor wasn't really a cruel man, but the path of a gentleman was a difficult one to walk - and even more so for those who fed upon the blood of others. Tristan himself continued to find he had room to improve - but hardly here, or now. He could conduct himself socially as well now as he could when he was still human,
20:04:48 [Seraphin] which dictated that he first offer greetings - in the form of lips upon the back of one's hand - to the females seated on either side of Viktor, before greeting the man as well. That the young woman he was to be seated next to was human was glaringly obvious - but until the matter was to be broached, Tristan would leave it alone, proccupied as he intended to be with greetings for the time being. For, it seemed, he had been just barely beaten by a select few others, to this place - and they needed to be greeted as well.
20:44:09 [ Beckett ] - Unlike Ivy, the Beast would not require blood following whatever had happened behind that closed door. Dressed rather informally, in a pair of trousers that contributed to and concluded the entirety of the otherwise-lacking ensemble, he would flash a wide and toothy grin to the presumably still unconscious form of the bound and invertedly hung thief. "This is our secret," he said rather cooly behind that grin, knowing the man couldn't hear him and wouldn't have recalled what was even being spoken about. Turning to walk himself to a wardrobe that was presumably within the room and stocked with clothing fit for a noble, if sparse in number, there would be an inaudible grinding that Beckett could feel, causing his grin to widen at the oh-so-recent memory that was the cause for such. Assuredly, Ducard was very much an animal. Opening the doors of the wardrobe, he noted the tenderness in his abdomen that could be felt from the seemingly uninvolved actions. Oh, how <C>
20:44:13 [ Beckett ] this was going to be fun, for the Beast was not one to telegraph such soreness.. Instead, he would masquerade completeness in physicality just as he would nobility for this night, while the regeneration inherent to his race ran it's course. Selecting from the wardrobe perhaps the simplest of the attires present, the Ravager chose a black suit with a cream colored undershirt. There would be no tie or other formalities to accompany this selection, as donning such a garb was sacrifice enough in his book, especially for the first night of partaking of the festivities. Perhaps he did not know it, but it was quite an honour that Viktor was receiving, for such an animal to be clad in the dress of not just men, but of elitist men. It would take much more coaxing than the conversation they had shared the previous night to get earn that measure of extravagence. It would take a fair deal of time, due to injuries suffered, for Beckett to remove his trousers and slip on the ones for the suit.
made no attempt to look to Viktor after his initial greeting. Green hues scanned over the many people at the table once more letting a chuckle slip when returning to meet his sisters glare. Of course he knew she was up with someone, he just didn’t know who. When Adal entered the room Ivan offered a mild smile feeling rather tense as she took a seat beside him. At this point the could clearly conclude that Ivy wasn’t involved with Viktor, seeing as he was giving her a glare from heel at the weakened walked Adal presented when she entered the room. At this point Ivan could only wonder how much time was left before Viktor finally realized all of what was going on, the mischievous guests he either invited or held so close. Making no attempt to reveal any of his own secrets to any more of the guests at the table Ivan would order whatever was recommended. Though he was only likely to take the blood from the meal, in his home he hadn’t really taken to eating food. Thus whenever he gave an attempt anymore he <c>
21:10:46 Ivan_Luthor <c> he was met with nausea. A symptom he didn’t need to have at any point on this night, he needed to blend into the crowd as much as possible.
21:20:52 Adaloura reached out to take the chalice in her hand, gaze roaming over Viktor's new friends. Luz, she'd seen that one the night before. A pretty little thing, she thought. As for the other one? Human. Perhaps one of them were up to the task of distracting Viktor, changing his mind? With the man in question occupied with his staring at Ivy, she took a few much needed swigs of the sweetened wine and blood whilst her other hand, her right for that matter, rested under the table before prodding playfully at Ivan's leg. He wasn't looking at her. Probably to discourage suspicions from others though, no one was paying them any heed. Viktor was far too busy with Kaira, Luz and Tristan whilst the other guests were too interested in their own conversations though, a few of them had piqued a brow at Ivy's current appearance. Lucky for her, they werent as sure of what she had been doing as her darling brother had. Setting her glass down, Adaloura tucked into a hearty meal. She needed her strength, after all.
22:13:44 Alyce entered the vast dining room, pouting lips lightly pursed as her golden green gaze scanned the room. Her cream-colored skirts swished about her delicate ankles as she moved gracefully, head up, auburn curls fanning out about her as she moved. Part of her curls were pinned back, falling loosely down her back. The expression on her heart-shaped face was soft and innocent, her fair skin flawless with a hint of rose touching her high cheekbones. She took note of the room and its occupants, the other aristocrats gathered about in small groups participating in idle conversation. Smoothing her hands over the corsetted dress, she inhaled and then breathed out slowly, her breasts rising and falling with the movement as the silver butterfly dangling from the choker rested at the bottom of her slender neck. Her cat-like eyes flicked about the room as she moved toward the chairs, seeking a quiet area to seat herself to the other nobility about her.
22:14:24 [Alyce] Having not interacted much with her own kind, Alyce was a bit nervous as she slid onto one of the lavish chairs seated back against the wall. Folding her hands in her lap, she remained poised and elegant as she sat alone and studied the patrons about her.
22:22:28 Luz was not unaware of those sitting our her---simply unable to see them. If one were to smile at her she’d miss it, along with a wink that would go long forgotten. Pressing her lips together and reaching out for her glass she pulled it to her, smelling whatever may have been inside. Nothing---nothing at all. It could have been water, but it wasn’t. There was no weight to the glass, but the glass itself and the density of air. Slowly she set the glass back down and retracted her hand, only to allow her elbow to slide against the fork set at her plate-side. The metallic object slowly slid across the cloth, the tips of each prong poking into her flesh as the end went over the edge. With a slight gasp she quickly reached for the utensil, grabbing at it blindly and upside down. Dear Tristan, you must forgive Luz---Unless stopped she would have fumbled the silver straight into his leg prong down. However, depending on the position of the man, it may not have split the --
22:22:55 Luz the material covering his thigh and simply slid off and onto the floor where it would clatter. If Tristan had the misfortune of being in just the right spot he may find himself with a salad fork sticking out of his leg. Rolling her lower lip under she’d immediately pull away from the man and fold her hands in her lap. Oh dear, oh my----this wasn’t good. “I. . .I am terribly sorry.” she whispered, closing her eyes and facing the man before opening them once more. Even if the fork had been stopped before reaching either of the two destine locations she’d open her eyes and reach out, blindly patting the air for either his shoulder or arm to make sure everything was. . .alright
22:23:08 Beckett would, most certainly, take his sweet time getting those pants on. And for good reason. But that was neither here nor there, as the cause for such things was what was now making him late. Fortunately, while he had told Viktor that the two would see one another on this night, the Beast had not proclaimed a time. Thus, any disfavor garnered from his running behind could be met with a logical dispute, as the Ravager surely did wander. Once the waist of the pants hung snugly about tender hips, it remained unfastened at the front so as to permit the easy tucking in of the shirt that was soon to follow. And soon, enough, it did. With cuff's unfastened, the sleeves of the creme shirt was soon slipped over clawed hands and was shortly thereafter fastened up the center. While it took a bit more effort to coax wounded muscles of his anatomy to respond as they should, or perhaps just a bit more determination, the task was soon complete enough for the pants to be able to be fastened. <C>
22:23:10 [ Beckett ] Socks and uncomfortable dress shoes were soon upon the Beast's feet as he scooped up the jacket and made for the door. Strangely enough, when the Ravager knocked -- just once -- and the door was open, what stood on the other side looked nothing like the monster that had just been within. Deathly pallor had given way to a vibrant, if rugged complexion. The talons that had adorned his nails were no longer present, though clippings of any sort would be nowhere to be found. The shaggy mane of black hair that was entirely unkempt looked to have been painstaking straightened and was tied at the back of his neck to form a perhaps regal ponytail. With his right hand having two fingers hooked into the neck of the jacket, which was, in turn, slung over his left shoulder, Beckett's left hand was finishing buttoning the cuff at the time the bar was removed and the door was opened for him. With the left cuff having already been done, this permitted Ducard to lower his left hand and allow <C>
22:23:14 [ Beckett ] the now-flesh-toned hand to slip into the pocket of his trousers, an action that would have otherwise gotten a wince or a grimace if the almost pleasant-looking grin -- far from the bestial, predatory one that so oft sat there upon -- wasn't firmly hiding anything he might inwardly be feeling. With that, the Beast was off, the hard soles of the shoes clicking echoes down the vacant halls of this wing of the manor. When he drew nearer to the dining hall, having gotten directions from Eamon with the schedule of events, he would remove the jacket from his shoulder so as to swirl it above his head as his slipped his arms into the sleeves. This was going to be a long night if he was going to continue feeling this way, dressed up in such a fashion. He'd rather be out in a field tearing apart a farmhand. If only just for the fun of it.
22:33:04 Viktor` watched as Tristan joined them. Whilst not utterly conventional, he at least made for an interesting guest and a fair enough dining partner. Given that Kaira at his side was too busy tending to her meal, he peered past her from the head of the table and to Sir Seraphin, who sat beside her. "I trust you found your abode pleasing enough?" He was pleased, to be truthful. Though Tristan's earlier attire had been amusing, this new outfit was certain to cause less of a scandal and thus, less of a headache for him. He paused breifly at the sound of the gilded double doors of the grand dining room opening, revealing the banquet feast within. Delicasy after delicasy was stren about the table top, and decoratively dressed nobles sat chattering about while lines of liveried footmen stood by against the wall to cater to their every whim. He'd have paid more attention to Alyce who was welcome to sit in the empty seat beside Ivy Luthor, who was currently in his dishavor, had their not been a bit of a scuffle at his -
22:33:27 [Viktor`] - side. Poor Luz had dropped her fork. A fond smile found his lips as he lounged back in his extravegant chair. A throne, at best. Fingers drummed along the arm before eventually he shook his head "Don't mind it, sweeting." He said in a hushed tone only loud enough for Luz, at his side, to hear. The poor dear. He beckoned forth a footman to come clear the mess indeed if there was any, retrieve the fork was it not stuck in Tristan, and gift her with a new, fresh one. Viktor then turned back to his plate and helped himself to the hunk of rare meat on his plate. Waiting properly fro his mouth to empty, he turned back to Tristan, hoping the change of subject might distract from any of Luz's embarrassment "Sir Seraphin, I expect you will be at tonights council meeting? You have the privlege of being here for the first of the event, given that last night's was postponed..." He took another piece of meat into his mouth. Chewed, and swallowed. "Unfortunate events, you see?"
22:47:51 Alyce noted an empty seat amongst the array of guests and rose, a blush staining her cheeks as the awkward feeling sunk in. She never fit in well with her own kind. Never fit in well with anyone, really. It wasn't a lack of trying on her part, mind you. In Alyce's case, she had forgotten how it was to interact with others, preferring seclusion to company. What had driven her to accept the invitation to the Masquerade was mere curiousity, and an underlying desire to fit in with others of her kind and station. Moving elegantly across the floor, she made her way down the long table to the empty sit beside Ivy Luthor, nodding to a servant as he pulled the chair out for her. Sliding into the comfortable dining chair, she looked about the table at the faces of the others before allowing her gaze to rest upon the man who spoke, Viktor. She inclined her head in greeting to him as he looked at her before her gaze slid over the food spread out along the table top.
22:51:39 Ivy_Luthor After having finished off a second delivery of blood Ivy then moved on to move about the food on the plate before her idly prodding over each little group with a sigh. Before long the commotion at the end of the table caught her interest for a moment, the vile gaze of Viktor turning her away once more as she felt rather nervous. When another sat beside her she removed her idle gaze from her suspicious brother turning to the woman and offering a pleasant smile. “Evening, I am Ivy Luthor it is a pleasure to meet you.” With such a proper greeting she would pause awaiting any reply in any to acquire her name before looking to the entrance archway of the dining hall. Beckett hadn’t arrived yet, something that she had been wondering about though unknown to the others. As long as no one here had seen her leave his room she could assume that no one would know that they had even known one another.
22:58:17 Alyce turned and looked at the red-haired woman seated beside her. Smiling and tilting her head in greeting, Alyce felt her uneasiness settle slightly. "Good evening. My name is Alyce Vivaldi. A pleasure meeting you, as well." Her voice was soft and lilting as spoke before turning to look about the table yet again. She was far from hungry, but didn't want to appear rude, so she chose a small slab of lamb, extra rare, and set it upon her plate. Slicing into it, she lifted to her lips upon the fork and ate, chewing methodically as she swallowed the juices and blood from the meat.
23:02:01 Ivan_Luthor stiffened in his seat as Adaloura’s fingertips tickled over his leg. Shifting some in his place he kept one hand visible above the table top while the other also drifted beneath the table to claps over her fondly. This minor interaction being the most emotion he could have possibly shown toward her all day. Even if he wasn’t suspected for taking Adaloura’s care from Viktor away yet Ivan didn’t want it to flare up at the ball. So his subtle affection would have to do for her now as he soon returned his hand back to the table offering a nod to the girl who now sat beside Ivy. When Ivy looked to the door Ivan would briefly do so also quirking a brow as the doorway was currently empty. Smiling to himself Ivan knew that perhaps whomever was next to arrive was indeed the one she had been seeing. Given her track record it was expected that this current flame was likely well off and handsome. And if not, perhaps she was beginning to slack some in her pickings. Either or he now would look over to Adal for a <c>
23:02:17 Ivan_Luthor <c> moment his lips muttering low so that only she could hear. “How are you feeling..?”
23:12:37 [Seraphin] Let it not be said that vampires were anything but graceful, even when their grace was lacking - which would seem an impossibility for only as long as one did not watch well the figure of one Luz Thwitch, who not only managed to knock her fork off the table while grasping blindly at it - but grab the handle, and plunge the tips of the utensil not only into Tristan's thigh, but also neatly through the outstretched palm of his hand, which he had placed there to attempt to catch the utensil as it fell. It would be blatantly obvious to all, save perhaps Luz, that Tristan had not intended to experience having his hand pinned to his leg with a dinner fork due, if nothing else, to the look that would cross his face at the impact. A sudden stiffening of his spine, an equally sudden intake of breath - but these would be like the pitterpatter of rain upon the ground compared to the entirely disgusting, and rather inappropriate 'Squelch' that the fork would make on its way out. It wouldn't be the first -
23:12:41 [Seraphin] or the last - time that Tristan had been stabbed, but he could truthfully claim this to be the only time it had ever been done with a fork; but as it would be completely blase and impolite to make a scene, the fringes of a temper would be bitten back as he remarked, simply, "Perhaps it would behoove you to be careful with such things - it would...be most unfortunate if they continued to evade you, no?" The touch of her hand upon his arm would reveal little - it was his other hand that was balled into a fist while he pretended he didn't want to do something just a little more drastic. With a tone that would speak volumes in the language of sardonic sarcasm, he would repeat Viktor's words back to him: "Unfortunate events, indeed." He'd find some time to eat after the quartet of holes decorating his hand had sealed.
23:14:19 Adaloura nodded to those opposite them, Ivy accross from Ivan and.. Alyce, she'd eavesdropped, accross from her. "Good Evening." Unable to help herself, she beamed. Dimples came at her cheeks whilst her lush lips formed a perfectly charming smile. Happiness ebbed through her at the minute touch Ivan shared with her, before her hand rose back to the table. Discrete as it was, she was sitting close enough so that one leg touched his, and her arm brushed his own upon any minute movement. "You are enjoying the festives, oui?" Came a rather cheery question sent both Alyce and Ivy's way. An excitable little thing at the moment, it was a fair argument to say that she glowed. Ada shifted a little at the whisper sent her way, turning to face him she whispered with a coy smirk "Perfect." Now, the belle's pretty head turned as if peering over her shoulder but instead, she was whispered closer to his here, muttering something only loud enough for him to hear. Then, she turned back to face her food and continued eating>
23:15:05 [Adaloura] < as though nothing had happened. As for Tristan and Luz? Adaloura was too wrapped up in her own happiness to notice them, or the squelch that had followed suit. Lucky, too. It might have turned her currently healthy appetite.
23:34:57 Luz bit the tip of her tongue as she waited for a response---any response. The first one that came to her however was one from Viktor. She turned towards him and offered a rather sheepish smile before withdrawing her hand away from Tristan’s arm and reside back with its twin in her lap. “Forgive me, I shall try to mind my. . .” Her words faded off with the arrival of her tongue, lightly dashing across her lower lip. Not the most social vampire in the world---one who became frighteningly shy, if I may, when dealing with even the lightest confrontation. Her blind gaze shifted down towards her empty plate, listening to the extra dishes, and smelling all the wonderful food making its way around the table. When a filled plate was set before her she reached out and carefully took hold of her newly given fork and held it with four of her fingers, allowing the pinky to extend away slightly and rest against the edge of her plate. With her other hand she felt ---
23:35:55 Luz around the table cloth until the knife was felt. Luz ran the soft pad of her finger down the blade until she found the handle, picking up the utensil and pausing. This was quite embarrassing---even more embarrassing since it was the second embarrassment this evening. She couldn’t see the food on her plate. Being the type to try and keep whatever pride she had left she shifted forward in her seat and began to cut through anything on her plate. In this case, it happened to be some freshly steamed and buttered green beans and mushrooms that went along with the sauce covering both rice and meat upon her plate. Quietly placing the knife against the edge of her dish she maneuvered her fork up towards her lips, flipping it around so that the prongs curved towards her tongue. Silence would keep her as she ate---more like nibbled.
46:49 [ Beckett ] - When the Beast reached the door to the dining hall, he would most assuredly be dressed to impress, at least if one were to take into account the manner in which had appeared upon his arrival on the Luxor Manor grounds. No longer clad as a commoner, and one whom had just taken the long path through the words after having forgone on the road far too long ago to remember. Instead, it could be said he looked rather sharp, and certainly looked human. Those ever-present black glasses remained upon his face, allowing one to make the mistake that he was blind -- though Luz was certainly far more definitive in that regard. But blind he assuredly was not. "My apologies, Lord Luxor," the Beast says in voice that bore something quite disconcerting to himself, though likely pleasant for others to hear by comparison: warmth. "There seems to have been a miscommunication with my effects." Allowing his attention to slowly, if deliberately, pan the guests already gathered at the table, the Ravager would <C>
23:47:37 [ Beckett ] permit himself to don a sheepish-smile masque. "Forgive my rudeness," he continues the charade. "I am Ducard. From Santa Ruz, Spain." And while part of that was true, as he was known by that title in that area of Europe, his voice carried with it not accent whatsoever, perhaps a tell-tale sign for the world-wearier of the gathered nobles? Who would know for sure unless they raised the question. Thus, without further adeiu, he would move to find an empty seat somewhere along the table. Though it could not be seen on his face, or even around those glasses to denote movement around his eyes, the Beast was certainly feeling discomforted by the whole ordeal. Yes, he had been around enough nobles and had been around enough scholars to be able to replicate their speech and all that, but it just wasn't him. Compounding the issue was another matter, the aftermath. Which, naturally, would go unmentioned. Fortunately for him, or perhaps unfortunately for whom he would be gazing <C>
23:48:30 [ Beckett ] upon, the subject of his vision would not be discernible by observing his face. Though the grin that followed, even as his head had been turned partially away from said individual, toward the Lord of the house, could be a bit of a sign.
00:07:55 [Seraphin] And just like that, the skin had decided it wanted to cover up the holes in his hands, and for all intents and purposes, it would seem that his hand had repaired itself - but beneath the still-healing skin, Tristan could feel the holes still sealing themselves. But more than that, he saw the expression that crossed the face of the young lady next to him, and realized something that he had failed to realize as of yet - that she was, undoubtedly, blind. To prove the point, he would find a small morsel of food - likely a pea, or portion of bean - and position it carefully in his fingers, before flicking it away from the table, making sure that it would cross her line of sight. If she had any, that is - the sudden motion would attract a moment's attention from any who could see; but quick movements were just like any other kind of movement to the blind - that is, unremarkable in the least. Whether his test was verified or not, Tristan would attempt to comfort the woman as best he could with the awkward
00:08:01 [Seraphin] placement of his far hand upon her near shoulder, intending to squeeze it lightly for a moment before retracting his hand. "I...am fine. I apologize if I spoke rashly - I was...ah..taken by surprise." Completely true, but not precisely the truth. "I beg your pardon, milady." The entrance of yet another member to those gathered at the table already would go unnoticed for the moment, while he attempted to remedy the situation he had, in part, caused - and the next order of business after that would be to start transferring some of the food from his plate to his insides. Food, he had found, helped the healing process along ever-so-slightly. How fortunate it was that he still had his dominant hand to eat with.