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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Mar 17, 2015 14:31:00 GMT
Sebastian walked the halls of the Chicago Theater, carefully watching the surrounding Kindred mingle and talk. So many, it was difficult to remember the last time he'd seen this many Kindred in one spot. Probably since before the first fire. He pursed his lips as he thought about it, absently straightening the tie of a stolen suit. He was very thankful for stores that were open past sunset. It was an odd reversal for him to have to take a suit off of the rack however, and he wasn't sure he liked the experience. Now walking into the domain of the greatest Invictus lord to walk the earth, Sebastian was hesitant though resolved. He may no longer be a member of the Unconquered, but that didn't mean he needed to play the part of the broken in court. Still he wished to find his contact, makes his introductions and leave. He needed a break from the trappings of power, a break he would never find if he lingered. He spotted Miriam across the auditorium, mingling with was he could only assume were Acolytes from the tattoos and fetishes. His nose crinkled, blood magic made him nervous, and walked boldly toward her and presenting his best lordly face. He let his beast slip its leash just a little and it crept into his flesh, nictitating membranes grew and slide across his eyes, turning them golden and slitted. He locked eyes on Miriam, " Madam Miriam, forgive my interruption, my name is Sebastian. I understand you are the party to speak with to introduce myself?" |
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Post by storyteller on Apr 20, 2015 19:27:41 GMT
The stride of the new beast could be felt in this area of the court. Such confidence, such stride. Even if Sebastian didn’t think of himself as a lord, he still carried the weight of it with his stride. Sebastian could feel their gaze on his form as he searched for his contact. That moment was lost as they went back to their conversations. Even now, Sebastian could hear the soft rumblings of the rumor that had been spreading around court.
Another one of them? Another one of those…Indiana kindred. That’s the third one this month.
Even with those soft whispers, the party was still going. The former Prince turned pauper had started to approach the circle that seemed to hang around Madam Miriam. He could see that the Crone sorceress had taken on the vestiges of the Invictus. If one did not look for the tells, she could have easily been confused for an outstanding Invictus member. One of her group had opened his mouth to speak, but that was cut off as Sebastian let his beast stretch it’s legs, so to speak.
Madam Miriam currently wore a black dress. It had been cut slow, revealing a bit more of her figure. The sleeves of the dress were cut off just below her shoulders. Another lair of fabric, black as well, covered her arms, only to slide around her back. Hints of silver lined the dark fabric. “Sebastian, hm?” she said, raising her head slightly. Sebastian could see the older beast was currently studying him – she was trying to figure out if he was actually a follower, or someone that would stand up to her. “Perceptive, young man. You would be correct.” Said Miriam as her olive green gaze locked on Sebastian’s. Her eyes seemed to take on a darker shade of green was the iris started to narrow to a slit.
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