Kenneth Nickolas: * A white male in his early thirties with sharp, angular features that hold him back from being considered truely attractive. He walks with the easy grace of a dancer and his brown eyes are laid back, yet strangly attentive. He's dressed in a white button-down shirt, collar open and sleeves rolled up and a pair of dark wool trousers. *

Heinrich Marchlin : *Henrich moves slowly behind Kenneth his eyes moveing over his surrounding takeing everything in before slideing comfortably into a chair*

Narrator: * The VIP lounge is located over the main hall stage and has a state of the art sound system to carry the live music into the large ballroom at adjusted levels. Tuxedo clad court ghouls provide security at the door and ensure that only those that the master wishes to enter gain admitance. The ballroom is doted with comfortable chairs and couches to lounge on and a small stage for special appearances. Tonight a skilled Celloist performs below, and softly the sounds of her performance fill the room. *

Claudius: ((DD for any who don't know it: The man standing calmly in front of you carries the wisdom of ages in his eyes. Approximately 6 feet tall, and sitting a little on the light side at 165 pounds, his face has a serene, almost sanctified feel to it. His features would seem to suggest an Iberian (Spanish) descent, with dark brown hair that reaches midway down his neck in a braid, matching eyes, and a very light shade to his skin. He wears a simple outfit; a plain white button-down shirt, black slacks, and polished black shoes. As he looks you over, you feel his eyes travel over you, picking up every slight nuance.))

Heinrich Marchlin : DD Heinrich is a tall man standing 6'1 and has very refined features and long flowing black hair that is pulled back to keep it out of his face. Behind his young look stands eyes of age that seem to pierce right to the very soul of the person he brings them to bare on. Possibly the most notable feature of Heinrich is a scar on his neck that strechs from just below his jaw down towards his back. He is wearing a black suit Armani suit and very nice dress shoes.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther is tall, stout, and quite obviously German. For once, the neo-Nazi is looking quite nice for a change. He is.. of course.. bathed and entirely clean shaven, wearing a nice dark red button up collared shirt over black slacks. He dawns the same heavy black combat boots and looks most uncomfortable in the get up. In addition to the outfit making him uncomfortable, the man has a terrified look in his hard Arian blue eyes. He seems to feel quite out of place and suspicious at every turn.

Viktor Blackburn: DD>Viktor has dark, slavic features, perhaps Russian in origin. He has black hair and dark brown eyes which are half hidden by his glasses, along with slightly darkened skin. He always wears black as well, and tries to keep with fairly current trends, though he's often six-eight months behind fashion. He stands a mere five feet five inches tall, and weighs a bit less than he should, though not quite looking emaciated. He does, however, walk with a confidence that one cannot merely learn, but must have earned through life. Most people shy away from his mere presence, it's so commanding and...well, there's no better word. Creepy. ((Eerie Presence))

Heinrich Marchlin: *Heinrich leans back in his seat a bit allowing the music to flow through him as he listens to the Celloist play*

Claudius: He enters the VIP lounge, his hands folded behind his back, walking with the grace and presence the man is known for. It's not been often that the man has made his presence known to the Camarilla in recent weeks...he is supposed to be believed dead, after all. Tonight, though, is a special occasion...they have a guest. So into the room he walks, eyes calmly casting around as he does so.

Kenneth Nickolas: * Kenneth gives a slight smile as he listens to the string music, falling quiet for a few moments before moving off to take a seat on one of the available couches. * " The time is not right, Heinrich. We must wait for more to arive. You should speak to them before you are anounced, also. Get a feel for them before your coronation. They will not treat you in the same way afterwards. "

Anjou: *small, delicate, and wearing a modern interpretation of an Early Medieval dress in soft indigo velvet. her softly-curling brown hair pulled into a loose knot. no makeup. although her purse is as large as ever and completely at odds with the rest of her attire. she quite calmly offers the enormous purse to be inspected--as if she'd bring anything unfortunate with her!*

Celest Aston: Her blond hair pulled up into a topknot, atop her head. Crystal blue eyes wander about the room as she enters. Her Outfit of cvhoice of the evening, although more normal for her to wear lately is a designer skirt-suit in a deep blue, with a white top. Although a leather Jacket does top off the outfit, and of course a pair of heals.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther tromps tentatively toward the lounge, feeling very out of place. He looks around the area.. still suspiscious. Maybe he'll get lucky and they won't let him in..

Heinrich Marchlin: *He smiles to Kenneth at that and nods before standing as he looks around the room observeing before moveing to speak to anyone present*

Viktor Blackburn: *Viktor felt no great compulsion to dress up tonight...then again, he's always dressed at least semi-formally. He arrives and immediately proceeds to find a seat*

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *Stunning. It's an excellen t word to describe her. Roughly 19, she's everything that women hate and men take stupid risks for. 5'7", all siren, with a face that would make an angel cry. A riot of copper curls fall halfway down her back , her skin predictably pale to match, making her mossy green eyes even more intense. She's trouble, this one...*

Celest Aston: With her heals on she stands at almost 6'3" tall. ((App 4)). She enters the room all cool grace and uppercrust charm.

Claudius: His eyes pass over Viktor, Celest, and Anjou, giving them all polite, respectful nods, before they finally fall upon Kenneth and Heinrich. A moment's pause, and a ghost of a smile, before he makes his way away from the door.

Narrator: * Alas, there is no way that Gunther could be so lucky. His name is known by the ghouls of the court and he is pressed through with a good natured warning to behave. He is the servent of one of the council, after all. *

Anjou: *once her bag is returned, she wanders quietly for an out-of-the way seat. and pulls out the tiny wig whose hair she's currently attempting to style into an intricate creation. one wonders if the pastic jar of glass eyes gave the court ghouls cause for curiousity*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther grumbles and tromps in, eyes to the floor.. It's clear that he'd rather be in any other room in the world.. than this one. He hides in a corner.

Heinrich Marchlin: *Heinrich gives Claudiua a polite smile as he enters, before standing and moveing towards the man*

Celest Aston: A smile to Claudius, Viktor as per usual get's look of 'oh so you decided to show up' before she moves over to say hello to Gunther.

Viktor Blackburn: *he nods to Claudius and glances around the room. Plenty of people here. And almost all of them worthless. And they have little trouble telling that Viktor is definitively unimpressed by them all.*

Kenneth Nickolas: * His brown eyes take in the others even as his mind slips along with the music from below. He clucks happily, pleased to be back in a City with such appreciation for beauty. Then his eyes find Claudius, and the eyes squint as his face takes on a broad grin. * " That is the one that rules, my friend. The questor. "

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shies away when Celest approaches. Like a beaten puppy this one is. He gives an awkward smile to the woman's feet. "Hey." He gruffs.

Heinrich Marchlin: ((Move last post behind Kenneths))

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *She walks in as if she owns the Hall, despite being the unknown here. Her eyes flicker from face to face, and every one of them has been neatly filed into one of her mental lists by the time she reaches a seat*

Kenneth Nickolas: * He watches quietly as the old blood makes its way to greet the Prince, then settles in to look over the others. Spying for faces that are known to him. *

Celest Aston: "Hello yourself." a smile. "Just relax big boy." She leans against the wall watching the room. A wave to Anjou.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther is still tense, leaning against the wall next to Celest "Ain't wanna be here. Ain't belong here." He gruffs quietly as he can. He snorts.

Viktor Blackburn: *he's quiet, the City's Seneschal watches everyone. Perhaps for signs of weakness or other things he can take advantage of. He's a master of his craft, after all.*

Heinrich Marchlin: *When Heinrich nears Claudius a smile comes across his face as he looks the man over before giveing him a polite bow*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther flicks his hard eyes around the room. Maybe there's a window he can jump out of..

Claudius: He approaches Heinrich, a polite countenance on his face. The man gets a nod. "Good Evening." Though he knows little of the man, that he's sitting with the just-arrived Archon says much about him.

Celest Aston: She rolls her eyes dramatically, dropping her voice level just for Gunther as she keeps watch on the room. "I am sure that there are a few of them that know how you feel. So is Ty even going to be showing up to this shindig?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a gruff shrug "I dunno.. I ain't his keeper. He'll show if he wants to. An won't if he doesn't." Gunther shifts his weight

Heinrich Marchlin: *He smiles again at Claudius* "Good evening to you as well, my name is Heinrich Marchlin of Clan Toreador. I wish to present myself to you so that I may be reconized during my stay within ~your~ city" *A slight smile coming when the word your passes though his lips*

Narrator: * Ursala, one of the ghouls in attendance comes to Kenneth with a gobblet and bows slightly as he takes it from her. *

Kenneth Nickolas: * He takes the refreshment and carefuly sips at it, the smile leaving his face as he speaks to the girl quietly. * " This is lovely. My comliments to the host. "

Celest Aston: A smile still graces her lips. "True that. Well I should get back to my rounds, I will stop back round later, if you haven;t escaped by then." She pushes away from the wall and starts to make her way to Anjou.

Claudius: He gives the man a gracious nod. "Mr. Marchlin..a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for your presentation. What is your business in New York?"

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *Her attention is caught, then focused on Heinrich and Claudius*

Claudius: d10: Per+Empathy: 7,1,9,3,5,8,

Anjou: *gives Celine a warm smile and a polite nod from where she sits, her hands covered to the wrist in fake hair*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther remains leaned against the back wall, wide eyed and alert. The man looks on edge, and for damn good reason.

Celest Aston: Once she reaches Anjou. "Hey there hot stuff." a grin as she slides into a chair.

Heinrich Marchlin: *He smiles to Claudius* "Oh I am here to take in the arts that the city has to offer after growing bored with the arts presented in Graz, I plan to stay here a while if you are willing to allow me"

Kenneth Nickolas: * Then the Archon stands, taking the cup with him as he slowly crosses the room to look over a painting near the corner where Gunther hides. *

Heinrich Marchlin: d10: Manip+sub: 2,1,7,4,3,9,1,

Anjou: *chuckles softly* hello, dear. how are you tonight? as usual, you look ravishing. *carefully arranges a hank of wig-hair into a knot*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther keeps his eyes pariphially on Kenneth. A stranger.. not that it's a new thing. He doesn't seem to know most of the people in the room. He tenses when the man gets close.

Heinrich Marchlin -> Claudius: *The man obviously has more intrest in New York than the arts and his attitude towards Claudius is almost one of mocking formality*

Celest Aston: "Why thank you hun." a grin as she leans back. "I am going well, and yourself? Did you happen to note that our wonderful esteemed Mr. Blackbrun decided to grace the hall this night."

Viktor Blackburn: *he watches Heinrich and Claudius. Very interesting.*

Kenneth Nickolas: * He stops before the painting and clucks softly to himself. * " This is too pretentious for such a comforting space. Its all wrong. Better suited for a Harpy's salon, I think. Do you know the artist? " * He turns his eyes to Gunther and takes him in, not remembering him from his earlier visits. *

Claudius: "I see." He nods, a flicker of amusement marring the man's otherwise calm face. "Tell me, Mr. Marchlin. What arts in particular do you plan to see? I am quite a fan myself."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther scratches the back of his bald head, looking over to the man with an apparent fear "I.. uhh.. I ain't know.. I ain't know bout art an shit. My bad.. uhh.. sir."

Anjou: *blinks* he has? mmm, good. *pauses in her arranging to look around the room* oh, Celine--when you've the time, i'd appreciate your opinion of my latest project? it's the largest doll i've ever done. *soft chuckle, dreamy bluegrey eyes searching the room*

Heinrich Marchlin: "Well the music for one that abounds this very hall was one of the pleasures that I deeply wished to take in, but personally it is the art of poetry and poetic justice that fascinates me the most" *he says with a smile to him* "Which arts pleasure your sense's?"

Anjou: d10: looking around: 5,8,5,9,10,9,4,

Anjou: *an eyebrow arches. there's Mr. Blackburn. and Mr. Claudius. and quite a few people she doesn't know*

Claudius: "With all due respect to your clan and their varied appreciation of the arts, Mr. Marchlin...poetic justice is not an art. One cannot even refer to it as an art form, as it is a state attained mostly by circumstance, not by action."

Kenneth Nickolas: * His eyes grow wide at the language and then he laughs quietly. * " Thats quite alright. If you do not know of such things then why have you bothered to come here? Did your master send you? "

Kenneth Nickolas: * His eyes grow wide at the language and then he laughs quietly. * " Thats quite alright. If you do not know of such things then why have you bothered to come here? Did your master send you? "

Celest Aston: ((Celest it is Celest not Celine*S*))She makes a mmmm-humm noise "Oh course you know I am always willing to give you my opinions." she tilts her head. "How much larger than the others is this one?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a tiny nod, averting his eyes to the floor. "I ain't should be here. Gunther ain't shit. Ain't never been round folks like this without tha boss." He shifts his weight and gives another look around.. where was that window..

Heinrich Marchlin: "ahh yes, but the beauty that comes from it is truely fascinating" *he says with a smile to him* "But alas my prince you are correct it isnt an art form in the truest since of the word"

Anjou: ((*smacks herself and meeps* i knew that....*blushes*)) *flashes a sudden wide smile* it's a winged centaur-type. the body is a life-sized model of a mule deer's, suitably modified. the torso is proportional.

Kenneth Nickolas: * He smiles wickedly. * " If the boss sent you then you should endeaver to pay attention to what is said this evening. It will not be a waste of your time, or his. That I assure you. What are you called? "

Claudius: "It isn't an art form in any sense of the word...again, with all due respect. By that token, you could call karma an art form. It is merely a state of cricumstance." His smile remains polite, as does his soft tone

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods defensively "I pay attention.. I pay attention real good. Name's Gunther." He gives a less than attractive snort, looking around "If Claudius is here.. how come he ain't started tha meetin yet?"

Celest Aston: Celest blinks several times. "Well my dear I think you might just have outdone yourself on that one." a grin. "O cannot wait to see it for myself now. Where have you been hidding it?"

Anjou: *gives a little chuckle* in a potential new Haven i'd checked out. i've rented it for a few more months, but i don't think i'll be using it for the original purpose. *nose wrinkling* sny place where the rats are more ferocious than my cat is not the place for me.

Heinrich Marchlin: "And again my prince I stand corrected again" * says to the man his smile never dropping* "but it can be truley beautiful to watch as it occurs and the capturing of those moments has been the cause of some of the greatest art that this world has ever seen"

Viktor Blackburn: d10: For being Viktor: 7,8,10,3,3,

Kenneth Nickolas: * The man chuckles... * " Because this is not his meeting to call. He has no idea why I am here, and I am not yet of a mood to let it be known. There is a leason in this. Do you know what it is? "

Claudius: "I cannot disagree with that." He nods. "One can find inspiration in any circumstance when chance intervenes to make things occur, without reason. The nature of randomness, of Chaos Theory if you will, is quite facinating." A little shrug from the Prince. "If you wish to see some true art, though, you should visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art. They have a few excellent exhibits going right now, including Van Gogh's drawings, Prague's art boom from 1347 to 1437, and one that is particularly interesting on Photography and the Occult."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther scratches the back of his head. Who IS this guy.. He's not the prince. There's a clear confusion about the skinhead "Uhh.. nope. Not a clue, dude.. ehh.. sir."

Celest Aston: She nods her head. "Yes, I can understand that, we wouldn;t want anything to happen to the cat." and amazingly she doesn't sound like she wants anything to happen to Anjou's cat. "Well when you are ready to have me take a look at your new doll, I will happily come and take a look." she says with a smile and a nod to Anjou.

Heinrich Marchlin: *He nods* "That I will then thank you for the point in that direction. If you will excuse me my Prince I do not wish to occupy so much of your time, and would like to meet some of the other Kindred of the city"

Anjou: *chuckles softly* oh, i'm ready whenever you are. it's as finished as it will become, although i've yet to decide on a name for her. or it, rather. it wanted to be androgynous. *and she says this as if the doll in question did the choosing, not herself. perfectly serious*

Viktor Blackburn: *He seems to relax, and be enjoying the music, he remains silent and off by himself, not interacting terribly much with others*

Celest Aston: "Well then perhaps tomorrow evening? As long as nothing crops up to keep me away, but it shouldn't." her eyes can the room once more.

Anjou: that sounds wonderful. *smiles warmly* thank you, Celest.

Claudius: "Indeed. One more question, if you will, Mr. Marchlin? How long do you plan to stay in the city...will you be leaving when your clanmate, Archon Nicholas, departs? Or will he be leaving you behind in his wake?" Did his smile just quirk upward slightly? Hard to tell.

Kenneth Nickolas: * He nods slowly, the smiles creaping away from his angular face. * " The leason, Guther, is that the powerfull fear darkness. Not knowing what is going on. Even those that will let themselves be thought left for the sun will crawl from the shadows when left without information. Information is essential to them. Withold it from them and they eventualy make mistakes. " * He shrugs slightly. * " Your master knows this, but he does not fit in here any better than you do. So he sends you even though you have shown a skill at flaunting our traditions. "

Celest Aston: "Anytime Anjou sweetheart." she says moving forward to pat Anjous knee with a slender hand. "What say you to a round of conversation with Viktor, being polite and all of that."

Heinrich Marchlin: "I plan to stay awhile past my honorable clanmates departure, if that is allright with you my prince" *he says with a smile to the man*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther scratches his head again "Gunther ain't flaunt nothin. I'm good at information." He tapes his temple "Got a few nasty secrets stashed away fer a rainy day.. It's surprising.. what people tell ya when they think yer stupid." He smirks at the man. Still clueless about who he's conversing with.

Anjou: mmm, that would be lovely. let me stuff Grizabelle's new hair into this portable pit i call a purse...*chuckles softly, bluegrey eyes twinkling as she suits action to words. that hair seems to really like her fingers, trying to cling*

Kenneth Nickolas: * He looks back to the painting and smiles. * " Keep those dirty secrets locked away. They hold more potential unreavealed. Once you spill the beans they are useless. " * He smiles again and turns to head away for another painting. * " Know that you are being watched, Gunther. "

Claudius: "That, I suspect, depends entirely on your reception within the city, Mr. Marchlin." A polite inclination of his head. "In the meantime, I invite you to enjoy the city, before you become too busy to do so." A smile. "But for now, by all means, do network. It will do you good."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods "I ain't all at surprised.. Boss tells me at all tha time.."

Celest Aston: "I was about to say we could always inviote him over here as you were working so dillagently, but that alsoworks." She uncrosses her legs smoothly standing up and brushing the wrinkles from her outfit.

Kenneth Nickolas: * His back is to Gunther as he walks away, but the head nods several times at Gunthers reply. *

Heinrich Marchlin: *He smiles and nods to Caludius before turning away and moves away giveing a smile in Kenneth's direction*

Anjou: *laughs softly* in all honestly, Grizabelle's hair is about to drive me into the arms of the Hatter. i may feed the thing to Bandicoot later. he could use more fiber. *frees herself and grins at her Primogen happily*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther leans heavily against the back wall, eyes slowly scanning the room. Taking every thing in.. Faces.. demeanors.. interactions.. He gives a tiny squint of recognition when his gaze passes Viktor, but he makes no advance on the man. He stays put in the back. Where he can see.. and no one can sneak up on him.

Kenneth Nickolas: * If Kenneth notes the look from Heinrich it goes unreturned. His eyes are locked on the next peice on the wall. *

Heinrich Marchlin: *Heinrich moves slowly past Gunther as he looks at the paintings before turning to watch the gathered kindred*

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *Her eyes flicker to Gunther as her attention wanes from the Prince. She watches him a moment, looking amused*

Viktor Blackburn: *Viktor gives no indication that he recognizes Gunther. If he does, that is. He remains where he is, and if one were to look closely enough, it might be possible that his foot is keeping the beat for the music the cellist plays*

Claudius: He looks around, his eyes finding Kenneth. He watches him for a few moments, before his eyes flick over to Heinrich, then back to Kenneth. And then he simply arches an eyebrow.

Celest Aston: She laughs. "Well ifg he does end up with it then I wish him well, the hairballs would be vicious."

Anjou: *chuckles* they already are. *wrinkles her nose* i'll spare you the details. *wry* shall we? *nods lightly toward Viktor*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther's eyes fall on Teri for a breif moment before retreating to the carpet in front of his heavy boots. He sneers with a low gruff voice to himself "Whata you lookin at.. bitch.."

Heinrich Marchlin: *Henrichs eyes finally stop upon Anjou and Celest as he moves from the paintings slowly advanceing on them*

Claudius: He begins to walk, slowly, over toward Viktor, his eyes on the man, calm as ever.

Celest Aston: "I remember quite well from before." she says and then nods. "Oh let's." And she keeps her pace with Anjous as they head over to Viktor.

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *She continues to watch him, leaning back in her chair a bit, legs crossed at the knee*

Kenneth Nickolas: * He cups his chin in his right hand as he looks over the painting, and his foot lightly taps at the floor as the music continues to wash over him. *

Viktor Blackburn: *he gives a polite nod to the Prince, and his foot stops even its very subtle tapping as though he's caught himself. His eyes flicker around the room*

Anjou: *looks about, her expression pleasantly friendly. giving smiles to anyone who glances toward them* oh, i've a small gift for that dear man you employ, by the way. *grins* i hope he'll like it.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther peeks back up to see if she's still looking and gives a glare to the carpet. Stop.. Lookin.. Cunt.. He stuffs both hands into his pockets. Possibly to avoid using them.

Heinrich Marchlin: *Heinrich moves up behind Celest and Anjou* "Good evening"

Claudius: He walks up to his Seneschal, nodding to him. "Mr. Blackburn...good to see you here." His hands remain where they are, folded behind his back...the man is truly unflappable.

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *It's clearly become a game to her now. Her legs uncross, and she leans forward a bit, elbows on her knees as she studies him*

Viktor Blackburn: "And you as well, Prince Claudius." *his hands are folded in his lap, and his eyes dart in Celest and Anjou's direction briefly and then settle on Claudius*

Celest Aston: "Celest looks about to say something to Anjou and at the voice to her back, she comes to a smooth and elegant stop. Slowely she turns around crystal blue eyes taking in Heinrich, a small smile on her face. Letting her german accent come through with her words. "Good evening to you as well. I am sorry but it seems that we haven;t as of yet had the pleasure." a slight tilting of her head.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther's jaw tightens. No no.. Can't hit her. You'd be killt. Just.. focus.. on the carpet.. Mmmm... Fuzzy...

Claudius: He leans in close to Viktor, whispering to the Seneschal in a nearly inaudible tone. Mere city business, surely, something not for other's ears. He barely even breathes it, to ensure that those nearby with that keen hearing Auspex grants would have trouble picking it up.

Kenneth Nickolas: * He turns to his left, glancing back across the room to where the action is before moving on to the next painting. *

Anjou: *turns when Celest does, with a cheerful smile. nods to the fellow* hello, sir.

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *Her gaze breaks away for a moment as she stands, glancing around to see where the Prince is*

Heinrich Marchlin: *He smiles to her as he lets his eyes take her in* "Heinrich Marchlin M'lady" *he says as he gives her a bow* "and you are?"

Claudius -> Viktor Blackburn: "It has been a pleasure working with you, Viktor. Though we may not have always agreed, you have always been respectful. I hope that you afford the new Prince the same courtesy, if you remain in your current position...if not for the man, who appears to be a fool, then for the sake of the Camarilla and the city."

Celest Aston: "Well met I am sure Mr. Marchlin. I am Celest, Celest Aston, and this is "glancing to Anjou and giving her a slightly bigger smile before looking back to Heinrich. "Anjou."

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *After placing him, she moves toward Gunther, smiling brightly*

Viktor Blackburn: *he raises an eyebrow very slightly...Claudius may well be the only one close enough to notice it without enhanced senses. He whispers something, again low enough that even those with auspex would have trouble catching it*

Heinrich Marchlin: *He gives Anjou a bow as well* "Isnt the music here lovely this is my first visit to New York, in quite a number of years" *he says with a smile as his eyes fall past the two watching Claudius*

Kenneth Nickolas: * He takes another slow sip from the gobblet and thoughtfuly takes in the art on the wall. Or is he just thinking? *

Anjou: *grins back to Celest and offers Heinrich her hand* it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Marchlin.

Viktor Blackburn -> Claudius: "I will do what I believe is best for the City, as always. And what will become of you?" *not really concern in his voice...Claudius certainly would recognize that he is just being Viktor...making sure he knows everything he thinks may be relevant in the future*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shies nervously back against the wall. Damn.. unmovable objects.. Ehh.. He looks up to her with a clear suspiscion "Uhh.. Help you with somethin?"

Heinrich Marchlin: *Heinrich takes her hand gently and bends down to kiss it*

Celest Aston: "Mmmmm." another tilt of her head, as she watches, then glances over her shoulder in the direction of Claudius and Viktor. "It is quite lovely, although I do not tend to leave out any of the music stylings of the years, giving all of them due attention."

Anjou: *nods cheerfully* yes, the lady is quite talented.

Celest Aston: (( her shoulder in the direction of Claudius and Viktor, before looking back at Heinrich))

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: Hi. I'm Teri. *Flashing her megawatt smile, hair tossed just a touch*

Claudius -> Viktor Blackburn: "We will find out. I suspect, though, that Archon Nicholas knows I have too much influence and information that is still needed to remove me in such a drastic manner. I will remain, more then likely." He pauses. "And yes, I trust you do to what is best for yourself and your Clan, and that is, as always, what is best for the City as well. My best wishes to you."

Anjou: *chuckles softly at his old-fashioned action. thankfully--her grandSire used to do that. a good reason to avoid the gentleman--but it'd be beyond rude to mention that fact*

Heinrich Marchlin: "As you should" *he says to Celest as his eyes fall back upon Claudius as he release Anjou's hand* "For art in all of its forms should be appreciated and loved for what it is"

Claudius: He smiles a little to whatever Viktor says, and answers back.

Kenneth Nickolas: * Then he turns on one heel in a mockery of about face. He half stalks back for the others, moving slowly as he takes another sip. *

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther snorts at the woman, looking her over with a nervous squint. "Gunther" He gruffs. He inches away from the female. Nothin but trouble..

Heinrich Marchlin: d10: per+alert: 2,7,3,3,6,

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: Hi Gunther. *She glances over her shoulder, then settles herself next to him, back to the wall as well* So who's who?

Heinrich Marchlin -> Claudius: ((2 sux's towards overhearing Claudius last comment to Victor))

Celest Aston: Her smile however slight remains as she keeps her eyes focused on Heinrich. "I believe they should, for there is many layers and levels to art that are rarely touched upon or appreciated." Her eyes going cold, as she stands to full height even in heals.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs, still inching away from Teri along the wall "How tha fuck should I know?" He asks in a low tone.

Viktor Blackburn: *He nods once more, and is silent. Wheels turning in his head as he apparently decides what to do next*

Anjou: *tilts her head slightly* and what, in your opinion, is art? *a soft little smile*

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: You must know somebody. *Another bright smile, sliding an inch or two towards him again* Come on. I'm new in town. Help a girl out? *Flirting? You bet...*

Heinrich Marchlin: *he smiles to Celest only takeing his eyes off of Claudius for a secound* "so have you two been to the art exhibit at the Metropolitan Art Museum?"

Claudius -> Heinrich Marchlin: ((Per green, the diff would be over 7, as I stated that he's barely even giving it sound, to specifically counter being overheard by Auspex 1'ers.))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther sneers at the woman, inching away still and backing himself into a corner "I got me a real mean bitch back at the house. Brujah. She'll beat yer ass." Oh yes.. he notices the flirting.. and doesn't seem to be taking it well. "Just.. leave me lone."

Claudius: He smiles to Viktor and nods, moving away from him. He looks around...hmm, who's next. He glances to Kenneth, then away, moving toward Teri & Gunther.

Heinrich Marchlin -> Claudius: ((okay then 1 sux's proceede with the horrible garbbled info *G*))

Celest Aston: Her chin tilts up just slightly so that she truly is looking down on Heinrich, but she smiles a bit wider. "But of course, I went for the preview of the Van Gogh exhibit." now how did she manage to wrangle that one, anyones guess.

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *She seems, in a word, unimpressed* It's a shame she couldn't make it tonight.

Kenneth Nickolas: * He comes to a halt next to Heinrich and takes another sip as he looks over the mans shoulder. * " I see that you are making the rounds. "

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He shrugs, looking down with a glare to the carpet. Why the girlie attention.. she must want something "I ain't know. Ain't her keeper."

Anjou: mmm, i've been too busy to get out much lately. i've heard it's simply marvelous, though, and i do hope i can get to see it. *noting to herself taht her question wasn't answered*

Heinrich Marchlin: *He smiles to her* "It sounds fascinating I must go to see it myself soon before the Exhibit ends, if maybe I could have you ladys accompany me?" *he says with a smile to them*

Claudius: His footfalls on the carpet are light, as he comes up behind Teri, pausing there. And waiting, silently and patiently.

Heinrich Marchlin -> Claudius: ((oops mis understood your post didnt see the over part my mistake *G*))

Claudius -> Heinrich Marchlin: ((You misread. The difficulty would have been OVER seven, i.e. greater then 7. Thus, no successes.))

Celest Aston: Her eyes slide to Kenneth. "Of course he is, albit with little regards to paying attention to those that he speaks with, but he is." she glances from Heinrich back to Kenneth. "And you would be?"

Claudius -> Heinrich Marchlin: ((S'all good. *G*))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks up to Claudius.. with a look of releif. Now's your chance.. take the attention off yourself "Claudius, sir.. this is some new bitch in town.. Uhh.. Tanya er some shit." He looks to Terri "Terri, this tha prince. You guys play nice.." He goes to scurry off.

Heinrich Marchlin: *Heinrich turns to smile at Kenneth and nods* "yes and I have learned of a wonderful exhibit here in town that I was previously unaware of"

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *The movement catches her eye. She looks up, suprise registering only for a split second before she pushes off the wall, smile not so intense, bowing her head a bit* Good evening, Prince.

Anjou: *fights a chuckle at Celest's reminder of proper etiquette, giving Kenneth a cheerful smile instead*

Kenneth Nickolas: * He smiles broadly at that. * " Heir Heinrich has much on his mind, what with his long travel to grace this hall with his presence. I am Kenneth Nickolas. Charmed to meet you. " {{ Those with Cam Lore can roll if in earshot. }}

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Whew.. Fucking women.. He slinks to another corner of the back of the room and leans against the wall. Maybe here he can go undisturbed.. He thinks to hismself ~what is it about me that atracts tha ladies.. no matter how hard I hit em.. they always come back for more.. stupid bitches~

Claudius: "Good evening." He nods, smiling calmly. "So, is it Teri, or Tanya? My apologies...we have yet to be introduced yet." The point is made clear by the slightest hint of an emphasis on the proper word in there.

Celest Aston: She answers Heinrich's question. "Although it has been said that the exhibit should be viewed as many times as you can. I found that the one time was well worth my while, but we shall see."

Anjou: a pleasure to meet you, sir. *offers Kenneth her hand. without recognizing the name*

Claudius: Gunther gets a quick look his way, and a polite nod in greeting. Some might note that the nod is as respectful as any have gotten here tonight...even Kenneth.

Kenneth Nickolas: * Then he glances back too Heinrich... * " If my memories of this city do not fail me there is always something new, or old, worth seeing. "

Celest Aston: d10: Intel Cam lore: 6,2,5,4,9,

Viktor Blackburn: d10: Int+Cam: 5,7,7,4,9,1,7,

Anjou: i'm not certain i ~will~ be able to make the showing. *a small frown* i truly hope i can, for it's an opportunity not to be missed, but if Art takes me up again....well, let's just say i'd better not make any concrete plans. *rueful smile*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther seems have scurried aweful quickly when claudius showed up. There's a clear fear of the man. Not necessarily respect.. but definetly fear.

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: Teri. Jensen. *The smile never falters* And I apologize. I've not been able to track down my Primogen to request a meeting.

Celest Aston: "Ah yes, traveling does take a lot out of one's self. Although, would you not agree, that paying suitable attention to who one is speaking to be nothing short of polite?"

Heinrich Marchlin: *he smiles* "yes that is part of the draw of this city" *he says as he stops to listen to the music* "And m'lady Celest I was paying attention to you its just things kept distracting my eyes from your beauty"

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *Her back stiffens at the nod and scuttle, just for a moment, gaze not leaving Claudius'*

Claudius: "I see. And which clan would that be, Ms. Jensen?"

Heinrich Marchlin: *he smiles again to her and gives her a bow* "And for the ignorance of my eyes I do apologize"

Celest Aston: "And before i forget my manners, Good evening to you Mr. Nickolas. I am Celest Aston, a great pleasure to meet you."

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: Malkavian, Sir. *She'd taken a breath to speak, and holds it now, every sense focused on how he responds*

Anjou: and i'm Anjou. *chuckles softly*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther watches Claudius and Teri for a bit. Ahh.. Malkavian. That makes sense. She's a fuckin nut. No wonder she was talking to him. He looks back over to Celest and her friend.. Alright now who was this other guy? Looks like he thinks himself important.. gunther watches.

Celest Aston: An ever so slight nod of her head to Heinrich. "Of course."

Kenneth Nickolas: * Another smile too each of the women before speaking again to Celest. * " Ah! I have read of your views on wine! Oh to be able to taste the vino once more. It truely is my pleasure to meet you. "

Claudius: "Ahh." He nods. "The Malkavian Primogenship is vacant at this time. However, should you feel the need to conduct business such as Presentation, do remember to attend Elysium, for there will always be the Prince or Seneschal here to take such business. Otherwise, I fear that you may run afoul of the Scourge, and, not knowing you, a mistake may occur. We must be especially careful, with the Sabbat at our throats, you understand. And such misunderstangs, while unfortunate, do happen."

Heinrich Marchlin: *Heinrich stands there and listens to Celest and Kenneth speak as his mind wanders remebering the lost since of taste and the joy he had found in his youth through wine*

Celest Aston: A bigger smile to Kenneth. "Why thank you. And I you as well." a bow of her head. "When one has a tallen, I feel that it is best to do ones best with that tallent, and not let it go to waste. So I do try my best."

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: Of course. *Eyes lighting up in an expression of pure longing for a moment, before the expression is carefully hidden by another flawless smile* I'd of course be available for proper presentation at the earliest convenience.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther taps his boot softly on the carpet with a surprising amount of rhythm for such a brute. He stuffs his gruff mits back in the pocket of his slacks. Damn.. these ritzy fucks were boring. Need to break something.. No wonder boss is always pissed off.. if he has to come to shit like this all the time.

Anjou: *listens quietly, hands folded over the top of her airhangar-sized purse*

Kenneth Nickolas: * Then he glances back to Heinrich. * " Mein Heir, did my lady send with you a peice of parchment? If so I would like it now. " * Then he looks back to Celest. * " I compleatly agree. Through your writings I have been able to live vicariously and you have my thanks for that. " * Then to Anjou... * " You though are a mystery too me. "

Claudius: "This will suffice, Ms. Jensen, as presentation to me. I assume you are aware of the Traditions, of course, and know to follow them strictly and to the letter?"

Anjou: *chuckles softly* that's not surprising. you don't seem to be a gentleman who would care all that much for my Art. i am a dollmaker. *eyes twinkling*

Heinrich Marchlin: *Heinrich smiles at Anjou* "So M'lady Anjou what is it that fills your nights with joy?"

Celest Aston: "Well then when my next manuscript comes out, I sincerly hope you do enjoy." She takes note that focus has shifted, which is fine with her.

Heinrich Marchlin: *Hienrich smiles at Kenneth as he reaches into his suit and pulls out a folded parchment with an unbroken wax seal and hands it to Kenneth* "yes here is the letter that I was sent said to be given to you when you asked for it"

Anjou: *laughs softly* my cat, and making dolls. of course.

Kenneth Nickolas: * He chuckles at that before speaking again to Anjou... * " Am I so easy too read? Dolls... I know little of them but craftsmanship has a beauty all of its own. I would love to see your work. "

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: Thank you so much. *Nodding then* Yes, absolutely. *Smiling again, head tilted just a bit* Would Elisum be a good choice to contact my clanmates?

Heinrich Marchlin: *he smiles to her* "I would like to see you dolls at some point while I stay in the city, for peoples passions at points produce the greatest beauty regardless of its form"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks around and idly wonders if he could successfully piss on the celloist from here.. Nahh.. Folks'd get angry..

Kenneth Nickolas: * He takes the letter and smiles halfheartedly. * " My thanks. If you will all excuse me I think it is time to address why I have come with Prince Claudius. "

Claudius: d10: Per+Alertness: 2,7,2,7,6,6,3,

Anjou: **grins at Kenneth* do you have internet access, sir? i've a website--poorly designed, but then, i know very little about web design personally--with some of my works displayed. or, there's a doll shop in the city with quite a few of my dolls currently. my most current work, however, i'll likely donate to some charity auction. *shrugs lightly* there aren't many collectors with the money to buy it who'd want a doll that size.

Claudius: "It would. There are few in the city at the moment...they are disorganized at best." He glances over at Kenneth and Heinrich. "If you will excuse me, Ms. Jensen...I believe business is about to begin." He turns away from Teri, without waiting for a response, and moves to approach Kenneth.

Anjou: *nods to Heinrich* do you have internet access, then? *looks through the outer pocket of her purse for a couple of her cards*

Kenneth Nickolas: * He smiles too Anjou. * " What is this internet of which you speak? " * Then he laughs. * " Of course I have it, but I think I would rather look on your work in person. "

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *Mouth opened to respond, closed again and smile showing a slight sign of stress when he simply turns from her*

Viktor Blackburn: *he leans back, he's watching Heinrich and Kenneth carefully. Almost as if he's anticipating something*

Heinrich Marchlin: *he shakes his head* "No unfortunatly me and computers are not the closest of companions, but for you i will have one of my servants bring it up for me so that I may view it"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther keeps watch from the back corner. Here we go. Prince about to have words with tha guy what thinks he's in charge. It's party time.

Anjou: *offers Kenneth a card, with a warm smile* the first phone number is to the shop where most of my dolls are. i recommend you call the shop's owner for directions. if i give them to you, you will get lost. *pure fact* maps are ~not~ my art.

Heinrich Marchlin: *Heinrich looks to Kenneth* "Do you wish for me to accompany you?"

Anjou: *chuckles to Heinrich and offers him a card as well. and then quiets--the real show's about to start, it seems*

Heinrich Marchlin: *Heinrich takes the card and places it in his coat pocket*

Kenneth Nickolas: * He beams again as he takes the card... * " The search is half of the thrill, but I will take your advice. Excuse me, please. " * At that he turns, speaking quietly to Heinrich before seting off to meet Claudius halfway. * " Nien. You just be ready to make your impression on those that are here when I call you forward. "

Anjou: *nods cheerfully to them both and stays by Celest's side*

Claudius: His stance as he approaches is almost sublime in it's serenity, face perfectly relaxed and composed, formality just right. Unlike some, it is a natural composure, as opposed to a front put up to mask his true feelings, and that sincerity shows through.

Heinrich Marchlin: *He nods to Kenneth his manner changeing in the way he was standing from his apparent aloofness to one of a more regal character*

Celest Aston: She listwens and nods to Kenneth when he says business is about to begin. She listenind to the conversation around her, but did not interrupt.

Kenneth Nickolas: * He crosses the floor, timing his walk too meet Claudius in the center of the room where all can hear what is said. * " Good evening, Lord Claudius. My Lady would wish a report on the state of the city. "

Claudius: "Archon Nicholas," he says, loud enough to make it official...though with the Prince, even his loud voice doesn't being to approach shouting. "Shall we get your business out of the way? I am sure that those in attendance would like to hear things out."

Celest Aston: She turns ever so to view the theatric's of the night. Keeping Heinrich in her field of vision.

Heinrich Marchlin: *Hienrich stands there watching the two in the center of the room remaining by Celest and Anjou*

Claudius: "Of course." He nods. "The city is under seige from the Sabbat, as Justicar Lucinde is quite aware. The Camarilla has suffered the loss of most of our Primogen, with others coming up to fill the ranks. As of yet, the Camarilla still holds, our plan in place. As soon as the head of the Sabbat makes his presence known, the Camarilla shall strike at the Sword of Caine's head, severing it, and then drive the Sabbat out of the city, once and for all."

Kenneth Nickolas: * He ever so slightly inclines his head in mock respect. * " You remember my place? I am touched. Again, the state of your lands? "

Anjou: *Archon? she just gave an Archon her business card? oh, dear! goodness gracious......blushes slightly*

Kenneth Nickolas: {{ Sorry. DLP. We have crossed our wires. }}

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther scratches his head. Archon.. what the fucks' an archon? Must be some ritzy fuck way of saying ~bitch who looks at paintings and plays with dolls~ He watches.

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *She takes a seat again, watching in silence*

Claudius: ((Damn crossed wires!))

Kenneth Nickolas: " And your plan is still to give ground? "

Heinrich Marchlin: *Heinrich's face goes to a bit of a sneer when he hears of the plan, why would anyone give ground to the sowrd of Caine, he thinks to himself as he watches*

Celest Aston: She glances down to Anjou and smiles, raising a hand to wrap around the others shoulders, giving them a slightest of squeezes.

Anjou: *smiles ruefully up to Celest, leaning against her slightly*

Claudius: "I am sure a man of your military tactical renown..." He head inclines respectfully, a quirk of the lips there. "...and your most honored position of Archon is aware that short term losses are by far the wisest choice in this situation. By taking the fight directly to the Sabbat, we will have nothing but a prolonged, bloody conflict that will weaken both sides, and not drive the Sabbat out, merely drive them back. Lure them in, surround them, and destroy them completely. It is a sound strategy, Archon."

Claudius: "Short term losses for long-term gain." He looks over to Heinrich, ever so briefly. "One must think in the long-term, not the short, when one directs the affairs of a city. Short-term plans means a lack of foresight. Lack of foresight means an Archbishop in your Elysium. Do you not agree?"

Heinrich Marchlin: *He listens intently to the conversation in the middle of the room*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Hmm.. Clauduis sure seems to be brown nosing it this evening.. Gunther shifts his weight with his eyes curiously on the prince. Tell em Claud. Yer tha boss.

Kenneth Nickolas: * He gives a nod too that. * " Aye, sound so long as the enemy takes the bait and does not stop to consolodate the lands that they have taken. Where is the enemy now? What is the estimate of its capabilities? "

Celest Aston: She doesn;t mind Anjou kleaning against her, keeping her arm around the others shoulders, as she listens her eyes drift over the rest of the assembled people.

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *She doesn't bother to hide the fact that she's watching and listening, head tilted just a bit again as she soaks it all in*

Claudius: "Per information gained from a former member of the Sabbat who has joined us, there is still Archbishop Delgado in place, as well as two Bishops. Several packs, as well. They are formidable, to be sure, but defeatable."

Anjou: *eyebrows arch. there's a defector in their midst?*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Hmmmm.. Delgado, eh? Note to self.. See any dalgado's.. run like a scared little bitch. Or gut em. Whatever yer in the mood for.

Kenneth Nickolas: " Defeatable where? Where are they Prince Claudius? Their campaign against the city was reported to have begun with the attacks against elysium this past summer. What holds them back, Prince? Your trap will fail if they do not come... "

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: They'll come. *She scowls, just a bit*

Celest Aston: She purses her lips at the new of a defector, but they do tend to crop up every now and again. She continues to listen.

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *The scowl fades abrubtly when it occurs to her that she interjected herself into the conversation. She continues to watch them, lips pressed together for a moment*

Heinrich Marchlin: *Hienrich looks to the center shifting his weight a bit as if anticipating somthing*

Claudius: He nods. "They are currently settling into the city...primarily, they seem to be located in the Bronx. They believe us to be weak, scrambling, when in fact we are not. We have locations of pack havens...we are awaiting confirmation of all of this information before we prepare to strike."

Viktor Blackburn: *his attention has been focused on Kenneth and Claudius, but keeping an eye on Heinrich. However, he glances at Teri and arches an eyebrow very slightly, before returning his attention to the Archon and Prince*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks over to Heinrich. Who is this fidgety fuckstick? Looks like he has to piss.. Must be a ghoul.

Claudius: Teri doesn't get a moment's attention from Claudius. His eyes remain laid calmly on Kenneth, with some attention given to Heinrich.

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *Her chin lifts a bit, legs crossed at the knee, forcing an appearance of complete calm*

Celest Aston: A glance to Heinrick before moving her attention back to Claudius and Kenneth. Her thoughts taking a mind of their own, she glances around the room once more.

Anjou: *face serious, listening intently*

Kenneth Nickolas: " The Justicar Lucinde does not share your rosey assesment of your situation, here. You are a fine administator, Claudius, but it has been deemed that you are not the leader that is needed in this time. " * He takes the letter from his trousers and breaks the wax seal before thrusting it out into the hand of Claudius. As soon as the hand of the prince grasps it the Archon recites it aloud, as if he knew what was written before reciving the letter in the first place. * " All Kindered of the City of New York, both present and in abstencia, are placed on notice that war is immenent. The Diaoblists are at the doors of your havens and the tower is moved to defend you. Therefor Prince Claudius is hereby releaved of his duties with thanks, and Prince Heinrich Marchlin is choosen to lead the defense of your lands. Heir Marchlin holds the blessing of the Justicar and in these dire times dire measures are needed. Forward, Prince! "

: No lurker posting, take a nick.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther's brow raises. Hmmm... THIS was interesting.. Can they.. do that?

Heinrich Marchlin: *Hienrich moves forward to the center his eyes moveing over the gathered kindred*

Anjou: ((GRRR! please, may i keep my nick??)) *her jaw drops in shock*

Viktor Blackburn: *Viktor sits, unperturbed. Not the slightest bit of shock, surprise, or even approval or disapproval is apparent on his face.*

Claudius: He looks at Kenneth, and smiles, calmly. He takes the scroll in his hand, without looking at it, and turns, moving toward the door. Without acknowledgment of the new Prince. In fact, in the first show of impoliteness and yes, insult, that he's shown publicly in this city since he arrived, he turns his back on Heinrich, and goes to leave.

Claudius: ((As much as I pray he can win))

Anjou: *tries to keep her face carefully blank. praying this doesn't mean anyone expects her to...fight. good grief...........poor Mr. Claudius....her eyes suddenly locked onto the floor*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther watches, grinning intently at Heinrich. Yeah.. I like this guy.. Let's go blow shit up.

Celest Aston: A glance to Claudius, crossing her arms, her eyes still narrowed. Stance as ridgid as a corpse in riggor.

Viktor Blackburn: *the Seneschal clears his throat, loud enough to draw attention, and then waits to receive it*

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *She stands, slowly, looking over to Viktor*

Heinrich Marchlin: *Hienrich watches Claudius* "You are a fool if you think i will hand the city over, I have faced them before and know that yes they are more strategic then you give them credit for" *he says as he stares a hole in the mans back*

Celest Aston: She keeps her eyes on Heinrich, if his actaions are anything but telling, she knows what will happen.

Claudius: Heinrich is not responded to. Claudius does not even seem to have heard the man...his words are meaningless, anyway. He walks to the doors with his slow, reposed gait, opening them and stepping through.

Heinrich Marchlin: *Hienrich slowly turns his gaze to Viktor as he clears his throat not really careing to hear the response of a fool* "Yes"

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *Her eyes flicker to Heinrich, one foot edging forward as her gaze returns to Viktor*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks wide eyed from claudius.. to heinrich.. to Kenneth.. and Viktor.. Come on.. someone throw a punch.. I haven't been knocked unconscious in like.. 48 hours or so..

Kenneth Nickolas: * The voice of Lucinde is passive. He listens, but gives no clue as too his thoughts. *

Viktor Blackburn: *The man looks out from behind his glasses, his eyes narrowed critically, clearly intending to go over every nuance of Heinrich's response to what he says in his head later* "You speak of bold actions. However, I would like to hear more in the way of a plan. You suggest we destroy them and that the previous tactic is bad. What superior tactic do you have to offer?"

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *A brow arches slightly at the man before she looks to the new Prince for his response*

Heinrich Marchlin: "Until I have better information then what was presented here tonight, I can not give you one unfortunately" *he says as he looks the man over* "I do not know there current strength only that it has been growing" *he says as he reaches into his coat pocket and produces a newspaper article seeming to have been cut from the paper earlier that day and reaches it out for Viktor* "And if allowed to grow when they do move into the city there will not be anyway that we will hold it"

Celest Aston: Oh yes please ~let's~ here this brilliantly artistic battle stradegy. She remains arms crossed, and ridgid in her stance, as she watches Heinrich.

Viktor Blackburn: *Viktor accepts the article and looks it over*

Claudius: He turns around, just outside the doors, and his eyes pass between Anjou, Viktor, Celest, Gunther, even Teri. His Camarilla...what the Camrilla truly means, to him. A nod is given to each of them, in turn, and then he shuts the doors with a simple, quiet gesture, disappearing behind them.

Anjou: *bites her lip, flicking glances around from under her lashes*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther snorts, watching Claudius leave then looks back to the others. He throws in his two cents "Claudius can't even keep up tha fuckin masquerage. We ain't never gonna win with loud mouth gypsy sluts runnin they mouth bout us."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (yeah, let's pretend i can type. masquerade)

Anjou: *nods back to Claud sadly, a slight motion. sighs softly and leans more against Celest*

Heinrich Marchlin: *Hienrich turns to look at Gunther* "What was that now?" *he says looking concerned when the words not keeping up the masqurade came up*

Kenneth Nickolas: * He turns his head slightly at the noise from Gunthers Pie hole. *

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *A glance to Gunther, followed by a snort of her own as her attention returns to Viktor and Heinrich*

Viktor Blackburn: *he reaches forward to hand the article back, and glances towards Gunther, frowning slightly at the mention of the 'gypsy slut'* "And what are we to do until you formulate a plan? Can you estimate how long it will take for you to gather the information you need to construct one?"

Claudius: d10: Perception+Alertness: 9,4,2,4,3,8,2,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther's eyes widen and he looks meekly to the floor "I mean.. uhh.. Well.." He clears his throat. "Ita. Claudius been tellin me ta keep my mouth shut bout it.. but she use some kinda wiggedy magic shit.. Made her live again. Bitch has been runnin around in tha day.. runnin her mouth. Got all knockered up by some fuzzy dog man shifey fuck."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (shiftey)

Celest Aston: She nods her head to Claudius after flicking her gaze to the doors once more. She looks over to Gunther. She keeps her mouth shut on what Gunther says, looking back to Heinrich.

Kenneth Nickolas: * His jaw sets, and his gaze flashes back to the closeing doors. The ghouls there do nothing to hold Claudius. *

Heinrich Marchlin: *Hienrich turns to look at Viktor* "That depends on how well the city will cooperate with me in this endeavor, if they do it should only be a matter of weeks to gather the information and be able to make a strike, but as it appears it seems that I will have to fight a battle here with the kindred of the Camarilla and waste prescious time before being able to turn to our true enemy and in the mean time we will hold the borders we still have, who is the Sheriff in this Domain?" *he says before turning his attention back to Gunther* "Then this woman must be dealt with because a threat to the masqurade is a threat to all of us"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther sighs and reaches up to rub the back of his bald head "Ehh.. I'ma get my ass stomped fer this.."

Anjou: *murmurs softly to Celest*

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *She watches Heinrich again* If they're as much of a threat as you claim, they'll know about the change of power by the end of the night. They may be savage, but they're not stupid.

Heinrich Marchlin: d10: Per+alert: 5,8,3,10,3,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther slinks silently back into his corner. He's said his bit.

Kenneth Nickolas: * His eyes turn to take in Teri. * " And you are? "

Celest Aston: "The current Sherriff is Marcel ZRomer, who is also the Brujah Primogen. And the information that you seek on what the enemy knows, and holds, just walked out with one of the best information gatherers of the city. You are correct in assuming that you will have to work long and hard to gain, not only the trust of us in this city, but to make any sort of impression of dominance towards the sabbat in putting the fear of us in them."

Anjou: and also--if Ita's this Lupine's lady, then doesn't she ahve the same personal status as one of our ghouls would? *frankly, puzzled*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gruffs from the corner "She ain't covered by tha treaty. Less she's changed it since I last talked with er."

Heinrich Marchlin: *He nods to Teri* "That is true, and unfortunate" *he says as he looks over the rest of them* "So will you gathered here support the descision of the Justicars, or fight me tooth and nail for a man who seems to not even have respect for our most important tradition?"

Celest Aston: She nods her head to Anjou. then speaks once more. "And as such yes Ita is a breach of the masquerade, but which would you wish to have on your hands, a war with the Sabbat or one with the lupines? If she carries one of their children then in taking care of the breach, we will undoubtadly have them hunting us down as well."

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *She looks to Kenneth, gaze level* Teri Jensen. Daughter of Malkav.

Kenneth Nickolas: " You have fought them before then? " * He still looks on Teri, but his thoughts seem to be shifting even as he speaks. *

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *She nods a bit, not speaking*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther snorts "Fer bein a fuzzy fucker.. Traum hits like my Oma. Even without me fighten em back.. Took at fucker forever ta knock me out. An I ain't shit."

Heinrich Marchlin: "Have you forgotten why we hold the masqurade in the light that we do?" *he says stareing at her* "have you forgotten the fires that claimed the lives of many kindred becasue we stepped away from our shadows?"

Anjou: *looks relieved that Celest spoke*

Kenneth Nickolas: " You should share what you have learned of them with those that have not then, Daughter of Malkav. One way or the other we will be fighting them again. The question is will it be here, or in the Bronx. "

Heinrich Marchlin: *He looks at Teri* "if you know of any information that may aid us in the defeat of the sabbat please step forward and share it"

Celest Aston: Stance still ridgid. "I do not forget, but I know their fighting skills, as much as this ghoul wishes to speak of otherwise. They can with just a few of their ranks wipe all of the kindred in the city out, without breaking a sweat. I have seen this done before, not here per se, but it has been done before. I am not sidding with what happened to Ita, I feel that she does need to be taken care of, but, to do it wisely and with more subtatly than that of taking down the Sabbat."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: "Sady grew up in tha Bronx. I could get some hot spots from her.. an set up some gigs round there. See what I can dig up." He snorts.

Anjou: *takes a deep breath. quietly, addressing Gunther* one of them might not be too bad. but...all of them? from what very little i know, they seem...rather protective of their own. and i suppose that this whole wolf thing does imply they run in packs--which are not restricted to nocturnal activities. and which probably have ways to sniff out our hiding places.

Viktor Blackburn: *Viktor falls silent. Let the others speak...he has no intention of fighting several wars at once*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs "Then we do it all sneaky like. Make it look like tha Sabbat got er. Maybe we can turn tha furry fucks on them."

Heinrich Marchlin: *He stares at her* "I am not a fool, I do reconize the risk involved in the situation when dealing with the breach of the masqurade and plan to take care of it in as percise a manner as possible" *he says looking at her* "Even if you consider me as such i am not a fool and this possibly may not have even been an issue if the situation had been dealt with immediatly"

Kenneth Nickolas: " This Ita is something to be addressed by the council of Primogen. Lucinde does not desire a war with the wolves, but we must ensure our security. I trust those who are wise will find a way to make sure the breach is either eliminated or closed. "

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods "I known fer a long time.. claudius told me if I told anyone.. he'd get me." He frowns down to the floor "Ain't no excuse.. I shoulda told my boss."

Celest Aston: A smirk appears on her face. "Now I hate to bring up something that is such a little thing, but not once did I call you a fool in my words. You have misintrepreted my words."

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *Another nod* As I said. They'll know about the changes by the end of the night. By tomorrow night, at the latest. There's no time to gather information and plan.

Heinrich Marchlin: *Hienrich nods* "And neither do I, one war that we are ill equipped for through poor planning is bad enough"

Heinrich Marchlin: "Its not your words its the way they were spoken" *he says looking at her* "But trust me I will deal with the Sabbat problem, but will require the aid of those present to do it. And even our former Princes if he can stoop down off of his high horse long enough to look out for the good of the Camarilla"

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *She lets out a soft snort, glancing to the floor as her head shakes slightly*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther watches with a nod.

Kenneth Nickolas: " Then perhaps you can do your part by finding out how they know of our movements, Daughter of Malkav. "

Celest Aston: "That then broaches a new subject, besides the Arcon, Mr. Blackburn and Gunther. Here in the room you do not have many warriors for a plan that is not even formulated, because it lacks information, and if what Teri says is true, we have to act with quickness, or their tactics will change before we can gather more information on their current tactics."

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *She looks up at Kenneth, eyes narrowed just slightly* What are you implying?

Ricky Prince: The doors open, and in he walks. The man is looking a little nervous...first time he's ever stepped into an Elysium. Wolf's Den, so to speak. He's loping just a hint as he walks in, like his feet aren't working quite right.

Viktor Blackburn: "I can hardly be considered a warrior, I am a scholar."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther grins when Celest calls him a warrior. Awww.. How sweet. it's good to be appreciated.

Ricky Prince: ((Caged fury rails behind the blue-green irises in this young man’s face. Maybe 23, 24 years old, with unruly golden-brown hair that ends midway down his neck and covering his ears, he walks with the moves of a predator, stalking his prey...whatever that may be. He has a habit for wearing solid-color or band T-shirts, usually greens and reds or industrial and Goth metal, and a pair of torn. dirty jeans. A pair of fingerless gloves cover his hands. Animals tend to shy away from him, sensing his status at the top of the food chain combined with a sharper instinct then even they possess.))

Kenneth Nickolas: " It is an implication that if what you say is true then there must be a spy in this room, yes? Or out there hiding amongst us? Root them out and drive them too ground. "

Anjou: ((apologies, folks. i have to go to bed. Anjou will stay quietly by Celest, adn leave when she does--or quietly go home if Celest has to do the Primogen meeting kind of thing. *G* thank you! this was fun!!))

Heinrich Marchlin: *He looks to Celest* "Then we meet them if they come" *he says looking at her* "If there tactic does change then, maybe we can strike off the head as was previously planned...." *he trails off as his eyes fall over Ricky entering into the Elysium*

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *Her eyes pin on Ricky as he walks in, looking him over slowly before looking back to Kenneth and nodding* Of course.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shifts his weight at the new arrival. Here and he was just getting comfortable with his present company. He leans heavily back against the corner.

Kenneth Nickolas: {{ *S* Night. Glad you liked it. }}

Heinrich Marchlin: ((Night))

Ricky Prince: He stops, and looks around, as eyes start to fall on him. he obviously just interrupted something... "Uhh...sorry I'm late. Got lost on the way. Ain't never been ta Carnegie Hall b'fore..."

Heinrich Marchlin: *Hienrich looks over Ricky intently* "Who are you?"

Celest Aston: Celest glances to the opening doors and see's Ricky a newcommer and she ignores him for the moment to answer Kenneth's statement. "That is how the game has been played for centuries. We know of all of the current Camerilla in the city and where their aligiances lay. THAT was determined from the start. So the only places to look are at anyone who is new into this city, or are new to arrive."

Ricky Prince: ((*hugs the Harper*))

Kenneth Nickolas: * He lets his eyes roam across the room, offering a quiet smile to each of them but saying nothing more. *

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther peers at Celest.. wow.. She has some rocks on her.. for a toreador.

Ricky Prince: "Who am I?" He looks Heinrich over...he was told who all the bigwigs were, and ain't none of 'em look like Heinrich. "Who the fuck are you?" Then, he freezes. Oh, shit. What if this was, like, a Priscus? Or whatever they call 'em on this side of the blood bank...

Kenneth Nickolas: * Then too Celest... * " Housecleaning is dirty work, but needed work. "

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther mutters from the corner "I ain't so good at cleanin.. but i can lay a mean smack down.."

Heinrich Marchlin: "I am Hienrich Marchlin" *he says with a nod to the man* "The current Prince of New York" *he says with a glare to the man* "and so I ask again who are you?"

Viktor Blackburn: *Viktor is silent for now. He watches Ricky...the boy seems nervous as hell...curious...he adjusts his glasses a bit*

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *She arches a brow at Celest* Friends close, enimies closer? Ring any bells? ~Everyone~ needs to be looked at.

Heinrich Marchlin: "I am Hienrich Marchlin" *he says with a nod to the man* "The current Prince of New York" *he says with a glare to the man* "and so I ask again who are you?"

Heinrich Marchlin: ((Sorry comp messed up ignore the 2nd post))

Celest Aston: "I happen to agree." her cold stare moves from Kenneth to Heinrich, before going to Ricky and she smiles, letting it fade back into her cool demeanor, and looking back to Kenneth.

Ricky Prince: Prince? But the Nos...his eyes widen. Oh, shit. Somethins' gone on. The deal's fucked, he just knows it. "Ummm...Ricky Prince. I'm a Gangrel. Uh...sorry, your, uh...Highness?" Isn't that what you call Princes?

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther snorts. This guy was worse than he was.

Heinrich Marchlin: *he looks to Celest* "Do you know this man and is he one of the members that you would willing vouche for with your own unlife?"

Kenneth Nickolas: * He slimes broadly, possibly catching a double meaning to the womans words, but he continues to listen to the debate. *

Celest Aston: She looks to Teri. "My dear, I may look the part of a harpy, but I wouldn't have lasted this long if I didn;t know that simplest of rules. And you insult me by thinking that I do not know it. I know who my enemies are, do you?"

Kenneth Nickolas: {{ Ewww... should have been " Smiles broadly. " Very sorry. }}

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks over to Celest. That's not cool.. cornering the new crazy bitch.. "Hey Celest.. Did you know bout Ita?"

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: Someone established could cause more harm than a newcomer, no? *Head tilted at Celest for a moment, before she looks to Ricky again*

Ricky Prince: Maybe the bitch thinks he's hot, and will vouch for him that way? He REALLY doesn't wanna have to break down the whole deal her, all by his lonesome in a room full of Cammies...

Celest Aston: She looks back to Heinrich. "I do not know him, but for seeing him once at the concerto club, and if he works there then he is neutral."

Viktor Blackburn: *Very interesting...a nervous unknown quantity...*

Viktor Blackburn: d10: WP, Per+Empt: 4,5,

Heinrich Marchlin: *He looks at Ricky* "Are you neutral?"

Celest Aston: she looks back to Teri. "It depends on how established that person is." sliding her glance to Gunther. "No, but that doesn;t mean that I have not been busy.." looks to Heinrich, then back to Gunther. "Helping to prevent further infestation of individuals into our city."

Kenneth Nickolas: * He whispers, and yet it seems to thunder through the hall. * " None that will hear what is said here are neutral. "

Ricky Prince: He sighs, slumping his shoulders, and raises his hand. "A'ight, a'ight...I c'n explain, if y'all'll let me... Caray..." He shakes his head to Heinrich. "Naah, I ain't Neutral...not exactly. Just...kinda...joined you guys."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks to the floor in front of him "Riiiiight.. an with all our fan-fuckin-tastic intel-gatherin.. no one noticed the knockeredup gyp slut?" He shakes his head "I know.. I'll keep my mouth shut. Just ain't make no sense. If you was scopin shit out. Seems you'da come across it."

Heinrich Marchlin: *He looks at her* "Okay then if you seem to know who we should be weary of and who we shouldnt then I place you in charge of gathering the information on the Sabbat" *he says in a very commanding tone to Celest*

Heinrich Marchlin: d10: Char+lead: 5,5,6,7,9,9,3,4,

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: Well you've all certainly got a fabulous handle on it so far. *Looking between them all, not bothering to hide the vague tone of disgust*

Celest Aston: She ignores Gunthert it wasn't worth her time.

Heinrich Marchlin: *He looks to Ricky* "You just kinda joined us?" *he says with a glare to the man* "From where did you just happen to kinda join us from?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs "I do what I'm told. An with a fuck like Claudius in charge.. Ain't nothin gettin done. I'm always willin ta help out. Just point me in tha right direction. I ain't exactly a thinker."

Celest Aston: d10: willpower: 4,2,7,4,2,

Ricky Prince: He's about half a second from bolting out the door. He tries for a hopeful smile. "Umm...Jersey?"

Heinrich Marchlin: *He looks at him* "That wasnt what I asked you, who were you with before you joined us?"

Ricky Prince: He blinks at Heinrich, surprised. He's the Prince, and he don't know what being from Jersey means? He looks around, confused.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther locks eyes on Ricky. Jersey. He knows who hangs out there. He pulls his hands out of his pockets and lets them lay tense at his sides.

Viktor Blackburn: "That means Sabbat." *he's trying hard not to sound condescending...and just barely fails to pull it off*

Celest Aston: "Fine." she says keeping her arms crossed. "It amazes me that, you dear Prince, have now handed off something, letting someone else be in charge of one of the things you wished to prove with us that you yourself could do. Is that truly a sound judgement? We shall see."

Heinrich Marchlin: "Are you the defector?" *he says looking at him* "That is what I want to know?"

Kenneth Nickolas: * He beams broadly at Rickys words, but he moves for the door as he speaks. * " You have some splaning to do... " * Then to all... * " I will remain here as an observer for no less than two weeks. If you need my attention the servents here can contact me. Good evening. "

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *She looks at Ricky again, a vaguely amused smirk forming*

Heinrich Marchlin: *He looks down at Celest* "Yes we shall see if you can actually do everything you have been mouthing tonight"

Kenneth Nickolas: {{ Need to feed my kid. Thanks for showing up and I hope that you had fun, but I gota go. Continue as long as you like. }}

Celest Aston: She rolls her eyes, and moves from her spot headding with fluid grace towards the doors as well.

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *The amusement grows, eyes flickering to Heinrich and Celest, then back to Ricky*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (thanks green!! *G)

Heinrich Marchlin: *He looks at Ricky* "Explain yourself? Why should we trust you?"

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: ((bye :) ))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther remains in the corner, leaning back against the wall with his eyes on ricky.

Ricky Prince: "Umm...yeah...wouldn't be comin' in here from Sabbat Jersey and announcin' myself as bein' from such if I wasn't..." He scoots way to the side, as Kenneth moves toward the door, giving a little wary growl...involuntary, really. Well, this is just fuckin' faboo...

Heinrich Marchlin: ((Yes thanks for the scene))

Celest Aston: She stop turns and grins maliciously towards the Prince. "I know what I can do. Do you?" And with that she turns back around and heads for the door.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks to Celest with a confused look. Mouthing off to the prince.. can she DO that?

Ricky Prince: "'caaaause Iiiii...just not a week ago supplied ya with enough information ta wipe the Sabbat out from where they are in exchange for bein' trusted, or at least let inta yer parties?"

Ricky Prince: ((Thanks, Green!))

Heinrich Marchlin: "I know what I can do as well and if you cross me you will find out" *he says to Celest as she heads for the door*

Heinrich Marchlin: d10: Manip+intimidation: 9,6,2,2,6,6,

Ricky Prince: Hey, wait a minute...he looks to Celest and Heinrich sniping at each other, Kenneth just left, change in power, Tero sniping at everyone... "Ain't you guys supposed to be the good guy Cainites? Y'know, get along, hold hands, sing kumbayah and all that shit? If not, y'all need t'change yer recruitment flyers or somethin', 'cause this sure as fuck wasn't in the brochure..."

Heinrich Marchlin: *he nods to Ricky* "well there has been a change in leadership as you have noticed, im willing to let your deal stand provided you wouldnt mind shareing the information you gave with me"

Viktor Blackburn: *he lets out a bit of a sigh and stands up* "Prince, if you have need, call upon me and I will do what I must for this City. The newcomers as well, should know that I can be contacted easily at" *gives a telephone number, it is unlisted should they bother to check* "At the moment, however, I feel the need for some fresh air. I bid you all a good evening." *he begins towards the door*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther scratches the back of his head. Flyers.. but.. that.. Hmmm..

Celest Aston: A wicked grin crosses her face, she smothers it and leans against the door, with a shoulder. "Well well now." she says after hearing what Ricky says. "Looks like something just fell into our laps, too bad Claudius had already gotten to the information first, should have asked the right questions." She has some guts and nerves of steel tonight for some reason.

Heinrich Marchlin: *he nods to Viktor* "Thank you and I will contact you soon for I am sure that there will be need"

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *She looks from Ricky to Heinrich, then to Viktor, finally stepping toward the door as well*

Ricky Prince: "Umm..." He looks at Heinrich. This is bullshit. 'cause now, if he doesn't pony up to someone else, he's fucked from every side, up the ass, and in both eye sockets. "Yeah, I guess I c'n do that."

Celest Aston: d10: Willp[ower: 3,6,8,2,8,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks to the door, taking a hesitant step in that direction.. then remembering that Claudius is out there.. somewhere.. probably ready to kick his ass. He plants his feet and looks to Heinrich "Uhh.." A fear aparent in his voice "You sure you ain't need Gunther ta stick round.. You know.. Uhh.. Just in case?"

Viktor Blackburn: *and Viktor slips out the door, quickly leaving the Elysium behind* ((and I must sleep now! See ya!))

Heinrich Marchlin: *He looks to Ricky* "Good" *he says with a smile to the man*

Celest Aston: ((Bye Jano *Hugs*))

Heinrich Marchlin: ((Talk to you later man))

Ricky Prince: ((later Jano!))

Ricky Prince: He sighs a little and runs a hand through his hair, causing his wolflike ears to poke out through the mane. "Listen, I ain't got all this shit in my head, a'ight? I can tell ya the gist, but a lot of it's in paperwork that I already handed over."

Celest Aston: She moves away from the door to let Viktor and Teri out. Indimidated by the new prince, yeah a bit, but he was looking for ~her~ to gleam the information and well Ricky was here so she stays.

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *She hangs in the doorway when Viktor slips away, arms folded, watching the room*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther watches the remaining two.. waiting to either be dismissed or allowed to stay.

Heinrich Marchlin: *he looks at Ricky* "okay well if I cant get all the information than I dont know if I can honor the deal" *he says with a nod to him* "because for all I know you are an infiltrator comeing into our midst"

Heinrich Marchlin: *he finally looks to Gunther* "Stay for a bit longer I want all the information you have on the breach before you leave tonight"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks a bit beleived. Maybe Claudius will just... forget... to kill him. yeah.. that's it. Just give it a few hours. He leans back against the wall watching Ricky.

Ricky Prince: He widens his eyes. "The fuck you want me to do, ese? I gave the shit to butt-ugly. You want me to go bash down his sewer door, an' kick his ass?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther snorts "Maybe boss could get it from him. They ain't like each other.. But Boss might know where he keeps his shit."

Celest Aston: ((Revising last post)) she moves away from the door, he wanter ~her~ to gather information, and here is someone with it. She is not intimidated by the Prince at all.

Heinrich Marchlin: "No that wont be nesscary I will speak with him about the deal he made with you and see if somthing cannot be worked out" *he says looking at the Ricky* "Does the Sabbat know of your defection yet?"

Celest Aston: "I am sure that the Nos Primogen would be up to the task of retrieving the information."

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: He'd be dead if they did.

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: Well. *Looking Ricky over with another slight smirk* More dead.

Heinrich Marchlin: *He looks at her and nods* "If that is the case then Gunther see if your boss will get the information and I will speak with Claudius my self to try and gather the information myself"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods to Heinrich. "I'll call em as soon as I leave here." He looks down to the carpet "Assumin I make it home without Claudius killin my ugly ass."

Ricky Prince: "Oh, hell yeah, they do," he says with a nod. "Already had one-a the fuckers spot me in Battery Park. Ran off mutterin' traitor...and he ain't a higher-up, either. So yeah, they fuckin' know. Only thing savin' my ass is my own claws, and the fact that Claudius had me transferred to Security Detail Donation for you vattos at the Concerto, since I'd been doin' it for the Sabbat, anyway."

Celest Aston: She riases a blond eyebrown in an arch. Keeping her arms crossed.

Heinrich Marchlin: *He looks at Gunther* "I will take you home then to help prevent any unpleasantries from befalling you" *he says with a sigh as he moves to sit down*

Heinrich Marchlin: **he looks at Ricky* "I will discuss it with Claudius and see for sure if what you say is the truth, after that I will be able to tell you if your deal stands"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks to Heinrich with an appreciative grin "You want I should scope shit out in tha Bronx? They ain't know about me.. Hell.. Mosta tha Cam don't know bout me. I could get some gigs set up out there."

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: You're going to discuss it with Claudius? The same Claudius that you just overthrew? To see if a Sabbat defector that's still pretending to breathe is trustworthy? *She looks to Gunther, who seems to be the only sane one in the bunch* What happened to this place?

Ricky Prince: "A'ight. You can reach me at the Concerto." He looks around. "Anything else, uh...yer Highness?"

Heinrich Marchlin: *he nods* "That would be most helpful, we need this situation handled as soon as possible and the infighting needs to stop now"

Heinrich Marchlin: "No that will be all" *he says to Ricky* "until I know otherwise you can consider your self acknowledged within my domain, dont make me regret it"

Celest Aston: She looks over to Teri. "It seems that even your own words of earlier do not seem to sick in your head."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther squints, looking over to Celest. He gruffs out quite bluntly "Stop bein a cunt. Ya ain't helpin."

Celest Aston: She ignores Gunther, as if he hasn't said a word.

Heinrich Marchlin: *He looks at Celest* "May I have the privalege of speaking with you in private after this gathering ends?" *He says calmly before turning his attention to Teri* "I did not overthrow Claudius, the Justicars did, and yes I am becasue I am hopeing that he does care enough about this domain to help defended it from the sowrd of caine"

Heinrich Marchlin: *Hienrich turns his glare to Gunther* "Though you have been helpful, do not forget your place"

Celest Aston: She stares directly at Heinrich. "I would be remiss in my duties if I did not."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He looks down to the ground, leaning heavily back against the wall. "My bad..." Boss would agree.. she's acting like a cunt. He keeps quiet.

Heinrich Marchlin: *He looks at her and nods* "Thank you Celest, well unless there is anyother buisness to be brought forward this can be called to an end"

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *She looks over to Celest* Perhaps it's overshadowed by the memory of watching them destroy everything importaint to my with a far closer seat than I'd have liked. An experience that from your smug attitude alone I'm assured you don't share. *She smiles, the expression edged* Didn't the Prince give you a task? *Fingers flicking in a quick shooing motion*

Ricky Prince: He slips quietly out the door as the other's snipe at each other. Yeah, the brochure looked MUCH fuckin' better. ((Snow's comp crashed, she will be right back))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a wide grin at the malkavian. He's starting to like this one. She's got spunk.

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *Then, attention turned back to Heinrich, her smile sweet as spun sugar* I'm sure you'll do whatever you believe is best, Prince Marchlin.

Heinrich Marchlin: *he nods to Teri* "Thank you"

Celest Aston: She doesn;t even acknoledge Teri, the girl could get a bullet to her head for all she cared. She continues to look at Heinrich. "Of course."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther hesitantly slinks toward the door "Guess I should let you folks talk. You need me.. Call me." He spouts off his new phone number. "I be happy ta help, sir." He gives a salute to Heinrich.

Heinrich Marchlin: *He looks at Celest and then turns his attention to the others* "If I could get you to please allow this room to serve as a place for me and her to speak privately I would be most gracious"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther scurries out the door and looks suspisciously down the corridor.. as if expecting an angry Nos to jump out and eat him.

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: *A nod, and she slips from the doorway*

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: You've got a mouth on you. *Falling into step just behind Gunther*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (do you want to go to the carnagie hall room? so we dont interupt them?)

Heinrich Marchlin: *After the others leave he moves to one of the couches and motions for her to join him* "I wished to speak with you hear becasue this is Elysium, so that you would be assured that I didnt have anything horrible planned for you"

Celest Aston: She keeps her stance, awaiting the new prince to feel the the room is appropriatly cleared out.

Teri Jensen ~girl's not grey~: (sure)

Celest Aston: She moves over but continues to stand. "As I know and have heard, not even in Elysium is any of us safe and secure."

Heinrich Marchlin: "Look we should not be fighting like this" *he says looking at her* "I know that you do not like me as the Prince, but this is where we are" *he says with a sigh* "Now what I want to know is your take on the whole situation?"

Celest Aston: "I do not agree with the theatrics involved in how this all was handeled. It should have been done much more wisely, so that you didn;t have people doubble guessing you authority." she states calmly. "My take on the situation is that Claudius has a lot of the information that you seek, but unfortunatly the wrong questions were asked in the play earlier, and so nothing was accomplished. You were left having to make guesses, and look as Claudius wished you to look. Now as I see it and have been seeing it. The Sabbat have the Bronx, durring out fights with them they have had their ranks thinned as they took that city. Now that they have a foot hold and we happen to have in our hands the information that was needed to take them down, we need to act on the plan that was in place, as we are all ready to do that. If Claudius was not known to have been alive until this night by them, so what you have done is made yourself a great big target stepping in the way you did."

Heinrich Marchlin: "This I agree with you Celest, there are some things that I would like for you to understand about my situation here" *he says looking at her* "I was sent here, I did not volenteer, but was sent. I did not get to choose the method in which I was presented to the city, it was chosen for me. That information he has is vital, but the sabbat are refilling there ranks for an invasion from everthing I see before me" *he sighs a bit* "I do not want to be your enemy, and I need your help and I need Claudius's help as well if the sabbat are to be pushed back. This infighting that me and you have engaged in tonight has done nothing to help strengthen the Camarillas postion"

Celest Aston: "You were brought in well uninformed and that is going tobe your greatest weakness. You do not know who all resides among you, as they do not know you from adam." she remains calm. "I am respected, not for my position of Primogen but for my actions done for other princes. If you need to find out how strong or weak their forces are, I will do what I can, but my motives on what i do must not be second guessed, and all appearances between you and I must continues to exist, for my plan to work."

Heinrich Marchlin: *he nods to her* "I can continue to play this game with you, if you will truely help me in this situation becasue the enemy is at out gates and we cannot push them back then this city will fall to them and our unlives will be forfiet as well" *he says seriously* "I have been a polotician for a long time Celest and understand that it is not what is said in public that matters but the deals made in private that must be kept, I hope you understand this as well"

Celest Aston: "The best deal is a backroom deal." she says then smiles. "Good. Now I will be going, and you will hear from me within a week."

Heinrich Marchlin: "One more thing Miss Ashton" *he says* "I require your aid in another situation. As you said and are correct I do not know who resides among me, but you do. If you could be so kind as to supplie me with that information as well I would be most gracious"

Celest Aston: She tilts her head and continues to smile. "I can give you the information you seek, but not even my own contacts are a great as Claudius' are. I can speak with the other primogen to have them give youy the information as well."

Heinrich Marchlin: *he nods to her* "Thank you Miss Ashton that would be most exceptable" *he says with a smile to her as he moves to stand* "I will not question your motives, but I ask this in return to not question mine. For if we are to survive then we need to be in alignment"

Celest Aston: "Oh and it's Aston not Ashton."

Heinrich Marchlin: "My apologies Miss Aston" *he says with a slight bow* "I will expect to here from you within a week"

Celest Aston: "Aaaah" she says. "But appearances must be kept up and if I do not make it look convincing of our roles here, then they will fall around us."

Ravyn: ((Oh, My God! Do the Sept Elders know a Toreador is pulling their strings and StoryTelling them? *G*))

Celest Aston: ((*Raspberries*))

Heinrich Marchlin: *he nods to her* "The charade must continue until it has lost its use, until then I bid you good day"

Celest Aston: She nods her head with a smile. "Have a good night." and turns and sashays her way out of the room, tossing the door wide and leaving it wide open. Her smile having gone replaced by a malicious grin.

Heinrich Marchlin: *Heinrich sits down and thinks for a while before getting up and leaveing himself*

Heinrich Marchlin: ((Thanks for the scene it was fun))