A Peaceful Housewarming Party

[Andross Blint]

Andross bows to the group as a whole, tipping his tophat to them as he does.

"Pleasant evening ladies, i hope we are all in good spirits?"

He then turns towards Grace, "Now then, later than would perhaps be good manners, allow me to introduce myself. Ancillae Andross Blint of clan Brujah, apollogies for before, however i find it bad taste to offer a proper introduction where the kine may hear."

[Lady Grace]

'Ancillae Andross Blint of clan Brujah, you are kind in your explainations and apologies.
Ancillae Lady Grace Granville of Clan Brujah.
You have been mentioned to me by many.
I am pleased to make your acquaintance.'

[Madam Zaragoza]

“Pure blood will perfect for now, thank you. I do not want to take you away from greeting your other guests.” She says taking the glass from Helen’s grasp. She attempts to ignore the craving crawling at the edges of her mind.

She turns to the new arrivals, neither of whom she knew well.

“How pleasant to see you both. I have been hoping to have a chance to know you better.”

She sits down in an overly relaxed and flamboyant manner. She takes a large gulp of blood, in some vain hope the volume will
somehow trick her want for something more. She gestures to the Brujah and Gangrel.

“Please tell me about yourselves.”

[Andross Blint]

"Another of the clan? How excellent, our clan seems to be rather small in number here at this time. It would seem i am perhaps more well known that i perhaps thought, i do hope it was nothing bad that was said of me to you?"

Turning to Madame Zaragoza, "Is there anything you wished to know in particular of me? I would not wosh to bore an elder such as yourself with trifling details. As i have already stated to my clanmate here" he gestures politely to Lady Grace "my name is Adnross Blint, an Ancillae of clan Brujah, i hold farmland within the city and have previously held position as a deputy keeper. Is there more you would care to know?"
He gives off a polite sincere smile as he answers the elder's question, his head slightly inclined at the end, curious as to what she may wish to learn.

[Posh-Tim]

Keane stares up at the moon, taking in the night air. The clear sky the, the stench of wretched industry thick in the air. Passers-by on the street walk by and step around him without even a glance, actively straying to avoid looking at him. He sighs, so much has changed since last he was here. It seems to change almost nightly.
He walks along the streets, robes flowing out behind him but never quite contacting their surroundings. As he walks he mutters, stilling the voices he can never quite hear in the back of his mind.
He approaches the gate, this is where he had been told to be, a more direct instruction than he was used to receiving.
He releases his visage as he arrives at the entrance, startling the man that stands there.

"My name is Keane Airellson, I believe I am expected"

It is a startlingly blunt statement at odds with the soft welsh it was spoken in.

[annabelle]

Helen greeted politely both Andros and Lady Grace. Her nod to Andros was simple and flat, one of familiarity.

But for Lady Grace she showed a gentle smile of curiosity as she walked some steps towards her. The gaze of the ventrue focused too much on the Brujah, like she was searching something in her gaze.


"A pleasure to invite newcomers of course. Especially ones of your clan. Now tell me, where does this wonderful song you sung last Elysium is coming from? Would you do us the honour to sing it again when most of the guests arrive? Or am I asking to much..."


In the meantime, William will lead Keane silently where everyone is.

[Lady Grace]

Grace initially flinches a little at the intense gaze but when it is followed with kind words she relaxes a little to return the gaze.
'I am a collector of interesting songs. When I hear something that stays with me, when the words or the melody are striking. Such as that one. I go out of my way to make a record of the words so it is remembered. Really I have little skill in performance and nothing to compare with the talent of the Toreador. Its the song, the right song at the right time, that allows me, in a small way, to convey a emotion.

I will sing it again later if you wish to hear it Lady'

[Madam Zaragoza]

“Andross, darling why so formal? This is not an interview for some tiresome mortal occupation, this a party. I want to know what you love and care about, what your desires are. Not a mere list of recent successes or your lineage. Perhaps you fear my age and wish to impress on me your use to the Camarilla? Ah dear, fear not and please call me Hermina.”

She smiles at Grace, “Ah yes the beautiful songstress. I would love to hear your sing again. Perhaps I could sing a little something too later. If the host wishes of course.”

[Posh-Tim]

Keane enters the room and looks around at those who have arrived. There is a moment of hesitation and he nods to his host;

"Lady Helen, it is most kind of you to invite me to this gathering."

He stops and stares into her golden eyes for a moment as if searching for something..

"I shall sit and wait for your guests leisure."

He turns to sit without waiting for a response then pauses and remembers himself, nodding politely to the Tremere Elder before sitting a little awkwardly in a chair.
Looking a little uncomfortable he looks at the other guests and listens to the conversation.

[Andross Blint]

"As you wish Hermina, however formalness isbhow i was twice raised to be, so i fear it is not something i tend to relax greatly. Your age does not cause me fear, i merely wish to respect it, though i do tend to show similar respect to any neonate who has more head than a fool.
My desires and cares are fairly simple, i merely wish for peaceful times in which to enjoy and use for study. To further that, i do what I can to improve the lives of the more impoverished kine and keep them healthy. It serves to help maintain supplies for the court as much as it does my interests in not seeing life lost due to a simple imbalance of currency."