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 Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 10:53 am
With nimble fingers, he tied his simple mask to his face, tying the ribbons behind his head. Selena had been very clear that the masks were absolutely mandatory. Making final adjustments to his outfit, he strolled up the path with ease, flashing his invitation at the door, and making his way inside. He accepted a glass of champagne from one of the passing cocktail waiters and scanned the party-goers for his lovely mate. She had wanted to keep her outfit a surprise, so he wasn't sure what she would be wearing, but knowing the Toreador girl, it would be something flashy and expensive.
Amidst the darker gowns and suits, a flash of bright pink sequins caught the singer's eye. Of course. She only knew how to stand out. After all, Selena was in a league all her own. He took a slow sip, just watching her lounge with ease as if she belonged there. Sometimes he forgot that she more or less did. While he worked closely with the Giovanni, since they managed his career, Hwa had never really belonged to a clan. The only sense of belonging he had was with his other members. At least, it had been before he met the delicate girl across the room.
He had never imagined being lucky enough to fall for such a lovely woman. From the moment they had met, he had been entranced by her pale blue eyes and fair hair that fell in such perfect waves around her face. Hwa had never been more grateful that they didn't have to subscribe to the "dating bans" that many of the mortal groups did. If he was being honest, he didn't believe he could have resisted the beauty of the Toreador girl who would become his mate.
With ease, he grabbed another glass of champagne and made his way to Selena, offering her the glass with a chaste kiss to her cheek.
"You look magnificent, love."
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 11:14 am
It wasn’t often that Dragos went out into the world and socialized. It seemed…..so unnecessary. Why go out seeking interaction when there was a steady stream of vampires coming and going from his father’s temple to engage with? Not that he overly went out of his way to do so there either. Perhaps an inherited trait from the deity himself to avoid such situations. Though there was one, besides his fathers and some of his more agreeable siblings, that he would undoubtedly interact with. And when Theron had proposed they attend this affair how could he say no? Not when he sweetened the pot in the process. He knew his parents would be there however. They always went. As they arrived, Dragos had his arm wrapped around his mate’s hips possessivly holding him close. Shirtless, as he always was, with a sleeveless fishnet top covering his upper torso in a pair of black leather pants that left little to imagination, and mid calf high black boots. Red and black hair halfway swept up and back into elaborate braids and twists, littered with black; green and deep purple beads not unlike his usual gold. Upon his face sat a dragon shaped mask in colors that gave off the impression of oil on water: Blood red and emerald colored eyes swept across the entryway. Snapping towards the unmistakable thrum of energy that rolled off in waves from his father he was all too familiar with, his Papa there beside him as was the norm. Seeing them together was nothing new to him, it was his daily life, since the moment he had been born it had always been them. While some may feel a sense of reverence for their deity, as they should, he had no need to approach. Grendel would know the instant he stepped foot onto the property that he was there. Turning his gaze away from the pair, he smiled lightly at Theron. Long claws pressing into his hip as the pad of his finger traced along the bone. “Are you certain you want to be here? If it’s entertainment you are seeking I can think of any number of other things to do tonight.” His voice was a low rumble in his chest as he spoke. Having been advised to leave his chained scythe at home he felt slightly naked. While he knew Elysium was in place here one could never be to over prepared for anything.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 12:09 pm
"You know the answer to that question, Marconius," Finvarra said, the lights dancing in his eyes in a somewhat eerie fashion. "If you think yourself such good company, take yourself off to enjoy it." There would never be more than an uneasy Grendel-imposed truce between the two. Others might enjoy Marconius's dubious charms, but not Fin. Fin knew very well what it was to be hunted by the vampire, and little enjoyed the reminder. He knew that Marconius enjoyed tormenting him. It was infuriating.
To imagine he would accept a drink from the other's hand - it was preposterous. Never. "There's no need to be insulting toward the good Clan Toreador, Marconius," he said lightly, quirking a brow. And within earshot of the Toreador Disciple, even. Then again... Marconius had never been shy about expressing his opinions.
"Whether it would be rude or not, I have no intention of occupying your night." Indeed, Finvarra would much prefer to mingle with others who were not quite so out for his blood. There were many clans with no love lost between them. Theirs just happened to be two of them. Even if Fin had very few Maeghar left to fill out his clan ranks. "Do be on your way, then," he said, gesturing toward the mansion at large, where Marconius surely could find ample amusements. Elsewhere.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 3:33 pm
This. This was where they ought to be. Among the movers and shakers of the vampiric world--among the most powerful.
Grendel was here, she was sure. But for now, her attention was on her partner, as she suspected Grendel's would be on his. If he needed her, or just wanted to catch up, he would find her. Certainly it wouldn't be hard, even without magic; she and Veddartha had to be simply the most arresting pair here.
"A turn around the ballroom sounds lovely. Let us celebrate for a time before we deal with the more...mundane aspects of this sort of evening, my heart."
Normally, Artemis did not shy away from politicking, but...well. If she wanted to dance with the man who made her dead heart feel something like alive again, surely that could be understood.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 6:04 pm
* Flour nods* " Its nice to meet someone like me. Im Fleur. It is nice to meet you. Is your mate here too? I would love to meet. Your family sounds great. I know little about my grandms family." * She offers her hand.* " my husband is Kitrye , he is a well known art dealer. Do you like art? We have six children together. I was hoping one of them would come. You know how children
are." * She relaxes and watches the others around her. Enjoying the conversation and party*
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 6:20 pm
* Cleo blinks at the mansion. She couldn't believe that she felt her sister inside. She knew parties weren't her thing but it was something she was cirous about. She was quite a home body like her mother. She decided to cone to see what it was like to be around the other clans. No she was here to spy on her sister. But to see and gather information about the other clans. Putting on a mask it was very simple. She walks inside. Heading towards the west wing . Her eyes widen this was huge mistake. Feeling uncomfortable she sits at entrance and watches the crowd. Overwhelmed and unsure what to do next*
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 6:27 pm
Hunter picked his way through the crowds, golden eyes taking in the sights. This wasn’t usually the feline’s sort of party, at least not with the art, and hoighty-toighty elite. But the young vampire was curious, and rumor had it a particular someone would be helping attend the evening’s festivities. A someone he would quite like to party with, and perhaps even distract. Never mind that he was surely here on duty…. That was half the fun! Thankfully, very few kept an eye on the short, trim, wisp-of-a-vampire. Hunter had inherited his mother’s stature but his father’s constitution — he was small, he was fierce, and he was ridiculously difficult to keep down. While he couldn’t join in his father’s line of work for some reason or another, that didn’t meant Hunter couldn’t hang out with, or other wise harass, those in the group. And there was one in particular he did so especially bothering. His brother’s bestie. Hunter’s harassment of the other had turned into flirting when his brother wasn’t looking — but part of the Gangrel had to wonder if it was just something fun, something he was reading too much into, or if maybe there was actual weight behind those words. Why not find out? He wore a tiger mask, flecks of gold sparkling along its edges. Of course, he wore very little — black booty shorts teased the pale skin of his thighs before they met the hem of his thigh high black boots. A skintight black mesh shirt hugged his frame, partially hidden only by a looser black jacket. Golden jewelry dangled from his neck, his ears, his wrists — along with a variety of piercings. Thick eyeliner heightened his feline gaze — he was modern, but oh-so-tempting. Let these fancy-pants eat their heart out…. Now, where or where, could a puppy be? Moving through the throng, Hunter kept an eye out on the cut of a familiar frame, or an even more familiar scent. He’d deny knowing his scent anywhere….but he did, and as soon as he found it, he’d trace it back to the source.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 6:45 pm
Paris had been looking around, ears twitching, as he hoped to catch sight of his elder brother. Avignon was however no where to be seen, or heard, but Paris reminded himself this place was large and he could be anywhere!
He had not heard someone calling for him, because no one had called for him, but he had heard the voice - it was rather loud. He'd ignored it though, figured it was someone calling for another they had been waiting for. What he had not expected, some short time later, was to feel a paw on his shoulder and to be turned towards them.
"What?" He was confused, wide pale green eyes stared at the white haired female. He couldn't pin down which clan she belonged to but he was certain she did belong, unlike himself. "I mean...who are you, can I help you?" He needed to mind his manners, he knew this well, but it had been hard to hold back when he'd been so taken by surprise.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 7:07 pm
Working the party with the rest of the Pound Puppies was always a treat. Made even better by the fact that he got to work alongside his pops, Gramsci. Working the VIP club door noless. It would give him some good one in one experience watching the Pound Puppy gang leader in action. He could pick up things from a real tough veteran of taking no s**t and cracking skulls. Of course, Gramsci was only here because the venue was so large and it was an all hands on deck situation. Oden and Skoll were stationed off in another wing of the mansion, though Griffin suspected neither were honestly taking that duties seriously. Not like him. Not like him. He was here to learn, to prove to his pops that he could handle things when s**t hit the fan. That he could crowd control and take charge. That he could be relied upon to do his job and do it well. He did have aspirations of running the gang one day if the old man ever did step down. But he figured he had at least a bit more time to wait before that even happened. Gramsci wasn’t super old by any means and could still hand people their asses by any means. While the other Gangrel handled yet another unruly guest he let his mind wander briefly. All the Pound Puppies were here. Even his best friend Red was stationed at the main entrance of the mansion. That brick s**t house of a Gangrel could be intimidating as ******** with his size. Though it seemed his best friend had left his brother well at home. Not that he blamed him, if he could keep Skoll away from all these assholes who might be eyeing his brother for….things, he would have made him stay home too. Once Gramsci had finished tossing the guest down a flight of stairs on his a** and returned Griffin grinned at his father before tilting his head. Mismatched eyes gleaming with amusement as the older Gangrel pinned him with a mild glance. “S’bout break time for you pup, move yer a** before I change my mind.” His deep voice rumbled. Griffin almost wanted to object but he was kind of curious about this whole party. And thankfully security didn’t have to wear those ridiculous masks like everybody else. Giving a slight nod he stepped away, heading down the twisting flight of stairs at a light jog before he hit the main floor. The rich people’s side he completely ignored, but the club side was definitely more his scene. Likely Odin and Skoll were there but he wasn’t too worried about running into them. Making his way into the club he let the music thrum through him, blue and amber eyes sweeping across the throng of body’s grinding together on the dance floor before he turned and sidled up to the bar. Ordering a beer for himself. Turning to lean on his elbows against the bar top while he waited for his drink.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 7:38 pm
For all his age, for all his power, Maltheas liked to think he was a man of simple pleasures. Not that it was always true, he was fussy enough aobut any number of things, but he liked to think so. And one of those pleasures was the thrill of club lights and loud music and gyrating bodies. Even if most of the ones here were undead, even if true life only pulsed throguh a few veins tonight...
This was life enough. Sometimes, it almost felt worth it to be immortal, to have lived long enough to experience this.
And as he moved through the crowd, he found his eyes drawn to one particular mask--shifting colors, full face, clearly enchanted, and while the wearer's face was hidden, he couldn't help but find himself appreciating the movement, the casual flirtation.
Well. No reason not to amuse himself. It was a party, after all, and not everything had to be deathly serious.
So he slid over, casually positioning himself next to the mystery man.
"That's quite the mask," he said, by way of hopefully attracting a little attention. "Certainly something to stand out from the crowd."
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Noir Songbird rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 7:40 pm
There were certainly plenty of people around. While Aistra got their drinks, Arianna observed. Not that she felt as if she was learning all that much, but....well.
Normally, Arianna would never take a mystery drink, but the one in front of her...well. She could at least trust that the Toreador probably weren't trying to poison anyone. And she could scent the vitae blended in--something strangely sharp, intense. The drink almost seemed to...shimmer, in its way, and perhaps it was an act of bravery to take a sip. Especially when Aistra's seemed to have some....fascinating effects.
"Well. Now I have to know what's in these."
She took a sip.
It hit, sharp and hard, more dramatic than any liquor she was used to. And while part of her knew that she was still at the party, still sitting at a table with Aistra--that was not what she saw. Darkness touched the edges of her vision, and what had been a bar full of people became...something else.
She'd never seen a Tzimisce haven before. She hoped she never would. She suspected if she did, it would look something like the vision that came over her, after downing her drink. Bodies, parts, twisted creatures, scattered all around--a feast of horrors laid out before her, and the only way she knew it wasn't real was that she still smelled alcohol and strange vitae, and not...whatever this was. And it seemed to be all around her, as if she'd been scooped up from her nice seat and deposited here, to watch.
The worst part was when things started to move. That was about when she shut her eyes, hoping it would go away.
(It did not. The awful, organic squelching echoed in her ears.)
"Hells," she said, softly. "There is something powerful in these."
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Noir Songbird rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 7:43 pm
[quick followup roll for ari's drink~]
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 7:59 pm
Rude had gotten swept away in the dancing. Flickering between dance partner after dance partner, sampling all the delights that they had to offer before he moved onto the next. Though some did get a few repeat dances, if only because their bodies had moved so well against his own. This. Club. Was. Amazing. No other venues he had attended were so gracious and thrilling. He’d miss it all when it was over but crave and pine for it through the rest of the year. Though perhaps if he met someone particularly interesting he could continue the party afterwards, someone where else. If not, oh well, it simply meant that there was no one here who had caught his attention enough. He did have a particular taste after all, The male sliding up next to him instantly caught his attention. While he wasn’t quite dressed for the club scene his outfit was impressive nonetheless. And Rude could appreciate a man who to impress. His gaze roamed over Maltheas, a smile curling the corners of his lips though his mask obscured any view of it. He had chosen the full face mask for this very reason. So nothing could be given away. Flicking his long, multi-colored hair back over his shoulder he danced closer to the other male. Shifting around him, walking fingers along the other vampire’s shoulders as he made a tight circle before coming to dance in front of him once more. Never missing a step, his hips swaying to the beat as his head tilted slightly. Curious. “You know it baby. Can’t catch the tall dark and handsomes if you fade into the background.” A purr laced his words, low. Just loud enough for the other vampire to hear above the music but enough to not draw the attention of others around them.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 8:07 pm
Isidora giggled, in a way that felt silly and schoolgirlish. But perhaps she shouldn't be so ashamed of herself; Astrophel was charming and handsome, even if no one else there would know exactly how pretty a face was behind his mask.
"Charmer," she said, playfully. "Mother will probably be wrapped up in something or other, anyway. Her latest conquest or her work, one or the other. So we should just have fun, together." It really was too bad that the VIP lounge was closed off; frankly, in Isidora's opinion, her bloodline ought to make her a VIP, but apparently she would have to simply deal with the masses instead.
"Why don't you take me to the club floor and show me exactly how scandalous you can be, hmm?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 8:14 pm
Perhaps it wasn't such a surprise, to be disturbed. The point of a party was to interact, Vlad supposed, and he certainly couldn't hurt himself or his Clan by making new friends. The Dragons had let themselves be far too isolated, hiding out to avoid the gaze of the old god.
Particularly, considering the ripples in magic he felt around the man before him, he could benefit from cordiality with someone else like him.
So, it was with a thoroughly magnanimous smile that he gestured across the table from himself.
"Please, sit." There was something odd about the man--about how his mask barely his his face, but he'd carefully hidden his forehead. Perhaps it was nothing, perhaps it was something. Vlad did not wish to assume, not just yet. "Such an evening is better spent with company than alone."
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