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On the surface,
an Elysium of unsurpassed splendor. Beneath, something sinister lurks...
Gwynhala (in classical italian) "your behavior is neither gracious nor prudent, but you are in fine voice" ...at least as subtitles to the real thing, so that we can understand the glorious dialogue. it's easier to role play NOT knowing something - like a language - than to role play knowing it. thank you for your consideration. end ooc) Stercus "Well, I suppose I should spit out the real reason why I am here. This type ot party really isnt my cup of tea, if ya know what I'm sayin..." He looks at the crowd, cetain that some of them are listening, though not really caring if they are not. "Listen, there is some bad **** goin down in Milwaukee, and its lookin like there damned place is gunna be over run. Not that I really need any help, but its lookin like the gangs gettin thin up there. It aint no skin off my nose, ya hear. I can still work out of Chi-town. I just got a some wierd attactment to that little city." Voracia The song, as it progresses, finds Voracia radiant and exultant amidst a swirling bloom of movement, punctuated by the proper clapping of hands and clogging of feet upon the floor-- "When Tommy Tyne went
out that day For many a search had gone
that way O Tommy O Tommy The tempo increases. "Well one clear night
our Mister Tom "AY ME!" he cried
"ALACK-A-DAY! O Tommy, Dear Tommy, Increases. A hailstorm of feet upon the floor-- "Well after drink that
eve he lain "The hours late! What
girl be ye, Ah, Tommy Our Tommy, The dancers of all walks and origins a blue of movement and form; coquettish maids and leather queens, businessmen and cowgirls--all become one in this symbiotic whirlwind of motion and passion. An octave higher, the tempo a feverish pitch, the audience cannot but help being swept into the vortex of passions released-- "But Tom, the lad, he'd
had his fill An' when he'd given her the
best O! Tommy, Our Tommy, Tommy, Our Tommy, [clompclompCLOMP!!!] Stillness again from the ensemble, save for the heavy rise and fall of breath--she stands, head back, arms outstretched, hair and clothing plastered to her shivering form--and comes the applause, thundershower on a tin roof. But barely has she stood when the single note, high upon the flute, pierces the cacophany--her head bowing forward, arms to the sky, her hands relax ever so slightly, the fingers of each caressing eachother a moment, then 'click' softly... [click] The sound entices [click] The applause dwindles [click] Her head raises a bit, and she looks over the frame of her glasses to the jongleur...and heels [click] ...with fingers [click] ...a voice cries "Toro!", with scattered laughter--a momentary smirk, then focus... [click] ...and the Masquerade continues... [click] ------------------ Darkana1 Darkan walks back in wearing
a long black coat (leather obviously) funny you dont remember her leaving.... Note to Garou there is a faint silver present feel, Altiriel I did not reply to your earlier comments as I had pressing buisness back home, some Black Spiral Dancers thought they would have some fun in my town so I joined a team to put the doggies down, well it was that or wait for the person who left ghoul bodies in a pentagram around my haven,I will reply now, I think you are a Tremere, my jibe about the Salubri is somthing I did not trust the Tzimice about, I think he just said that to insult the Tremere claiming they had blood tainted by the evil that spawned the Baali, after all he had issues with the Baali dating back to the war with the Tremere, the fact you did not react with huge disgust says you are not a Salubri as they would not stand for such a malign on their founder, also I think someone of similar name to yours was in vienna a while ago and anyone who knows anything about the Tremere knows that somewhere in Vienna is a Chantry which the Tremere built when they were mages, Hermetic order unless that mage was boasting when he told me, But enough of this considering home isnt very safe right now Im going to see whats under this place, (places a Radio on the table,
puts a headset on) ------------------ Elijah Robert Marks He could see himself moving... he notices that he'll walk past a fireplace, then a statue, then a wall of art, then a different statue, then a different wall of art, then another fireplace... but when he looked back over his shoulder, he didn't seem to be much farther away from the place where he'd been sitting. The architecture seemed designed to quite subtly play with the perspectives of the place, making the hall appear smaller than it actually was. Even so, it seemed pretty big. Elijah looked at the stairway. It was spiral, set in the center of the room, going up high into the arched ceiling. There seemed to be other floors up there, looking over the hall itself -- reminding Elijah of one of the classier hotel suites he'd never been able to afford to stay at. The sound of music continued, only farther off this time. He noticed it did indeed effect him less the farther he was from it. The symbols were everywhere. Now that he knew where to find them, it seemed as though they were swarming the place. They seemed to pulse faintly to the rhythm of the music, or the singing. Or when a guest would laugh, or snarl. Some would pulse and humm when one creature spoke, others would pulse and humm when another creature responded. At times they would all seem to whirl around the chairs, the walls, the floor. At one point it made Elijah so dizzy he stumbled, gripping the arm of yet another velvet colored chair sitting beside yet another fireplace near yet another wall of art. And then through an archway he saw a line of what could only be described as waiters appear, setting down trays of food before guests who not, apprently, dead. The smell of the food wafted over him and suddenly Elijah remembered what it had been like to eat good food. He shook his head, clearing the memory. It had been a bit more than a memory... he'd be reliving the experience, quite vividly. The waiters, having finished their job, picked up their trays in unison and walked through the same archway en masse. Elijah shrugged. Why not? Others had gone exploring, and they hadn't been stopped. Perhaps this will be interesting... Taking a last look around, he stepped through the shadowy opening... ------------------ Altiriel Twice-Born *wry smile* Nice guess, friend, but a bit...off. Simon ::looks around panicked:: Did I say that out loud? ------------------ OldanVisuce NO PREACH, NO PREACH!!! I had to listen to that for almost 2 years, if I hear it again, I lose mind! Nikodemus Nikodemus 'MeiWei would be disappointed in me for not paying respect to my host.' Nikodemus says to himself, and then sighs, a remarkably human trait. 'Then again, when isn't she disappointed in me?' While musing on the past, he followed the empty passage for some time, noting the siderooms, doorless and dingy, they seem out of place when compared to the immaculate hall. "My God, the Kindred here lived like animals." Nikodemus said softly. Suddenly he noticed what it was he was smelling. It wasn't the rot of old canvas, nor the decay of the worn velvet shades, but a seashore. Having grown up on the island of Hong Kong, Nikodemus remembered the trips down from The Peak into the unwashed masses of Sheung Wan on errands for Mei Wei. There was nowhere to truly escape that smell, but it was strongest on the edges of the island. Nikodemus, reacting out on a hunch, opened one of the velvet window shades, only to find himself looking out onto Aberdeen Harbor and the dozens upon dozens of floating restaurants. A bit taken aback, Nikodemus turned away from the window and headed back to the main hall. 'I guess if my host wants my thanks, they will make themselves known.' OldanVisuce So many Kindred trying to mess with Oldan's brain. It makes me feel like conspiracy is building. Larson Miss me? You didn't think those comments about taking over the city were idle threats did you? *Looks over the new comers to the hall and dismisses them just as quickly then resumes his seat at his couch slamming his feet onto the table.* So... did I miss anything interesting? OOC I'm Back I had to go away for a couple of days, you guys did a hell of alot in only three days, I wish I'd been here for the betting ------------------ Altiriel Twice-Born *grins and rubs the "scar"* "Of course, I wasn't really trying to conceal that. It is rather obvious, when you know what to look for. "And the "wise old man" mode of speech probably did not help, either." OldanVisuce Nikodemus Vash "Do not enter". Hmmm, good advice. *Vash opens the door and steps inside into the darkness. He closes the door behind him and peers around* *If somebody in the hall was listening, they might hear somebody stumble get their foot stuck in a bucket and knock over brooms and mops leaning against the wall in the broom closet* *Vash opens the door and steps out, trying to shake the bucket off his foot. He pulls the bucket off and walks back into the great hall* *He sits down at the bar and sets the bucket on the floor next to him* Anyone want a bucket? Nikodemus OldanVisuce OldanVisuce Nikodemus OldanVisuce *wanders in the direction that Sassnik went, whistling tunelessly, occaisionally looking over his shoulder in Larson's direction* Krouser *turns back to the wall, smiling
lightly.*
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