Politics

[Lylie]

It is a night in mid winter. There is snow in small piles on the streets, and some is still falling. The wind bites at your face as you go to were the "party" to meet this new prince of yours is. You were notified that there was a new prince a few days ago with a letter. It is not clear as to what happened to the old prince only that she disappeared as quickly and this new appeared and just as mysteriously. You've heard rumors that she is a Toreador, but they are unconfirmed. All the letter said was that there is a Grand Party to meet the city's new Leader. The party is at an old art gallery which tends to lead to that the leader is of the artsy fartsy group, Toreador.

You stop in front of the building and look at it. In front of it is a vampire is a mean looking blade and a stare to match the look of the blade. She asks for your invitation. She gives you a feeling of complete fear and you know it is better not to go against her. You give it to her without much fuss and she nods for you to go in.

The room is decked out with large paintings and sculptors. The lighting is a low amber to give the room a warm and fuzzy feeling. there is much chatter among the group that has gathered. No one seems to know just who this prince is.

[celest]

A petite woman walks into the room. Her presence is noticed almost immediately.Her body is small but perfect in form. She smiles, revealing her pearly white teeth, her fangs showing, to all she makes eye contact with. Her skin in tanned, a natural feature, and her looks are some what exoctic, it is had to telll exactly where her hiertiage lies. Her eyes are like dark chocolate, slightly almond shaped. Her hair is pitch black with a light shine. It is swept up away from her face in a controled mess of a french twist held in place by two decorative hair sticks one red on black with a small jewel on the end of the others color. She steps lightly, her Chinese dress flows tightly around her legs, a high slit in the side allows for complete freedom of movent and also a good so of her legs. The dress is black silk with a red dragon climbing up the silt with a few scattered red roses. She wearing delicate high heeled sandles that lace up her calf in blood red ribbon. She walks with a natural grace and style. Her clan is obvious.

Toreador.

[eunhathes]

Halo milled about in different circles, ever present but never. Most everyone here knew who he was. It wasn't every day a local celelbrity and Constable came to a gathering of Kindred elite. Curious as to the nature of the regime change, Halo came to see what was up.

Speaking with a Nosferatu, Halo pardoned himself as this new creature came into the fray. "Excuse me, miss. I couldn't help but notice you as you entered." He extended his hand. "My name is Halo. What brings you to this neck of the woods, tonight?"

[celest]

She took gently the hand that was offered to her and lightly shook it. "My name is Lucine," she smiles politely at him. "I simply received an invite to this grand and historical event. I' can't really say why, except that if the rumors are true, then perhaps the new Prince and I have a shared friend."

She ponders for a moment. "Halo, you said your name was? I believe I have heard of you, though I can't think of where. My memory is not the best," she says nonchalantly. "I am somewhat new to the area. Tell me what would a local celebrity such as your self be doing here."

[eunhathes]

Halo looked at the woman very suspiciously. It was times like this that he was very glad for his dark sunglasses. No one would ever know the looking over he gave the room from beneath them. "Myself? I'm here because of the Prince's specific request. I worked for the former prince, and can only imagine that there might be some mention of where or who my next paycheck is coming from."

He shrugged. "As for knowing me from somewhere, I have been known to frequent the night scene in the Third Ward." He spoke quietly and softly, never opening his mouth very wide at all. He wondered if this woman had ever been to the Third Ward. Or even into a pub at all?

[Lylie]

A woman in scantly clad clothes walks up to you two. Halo recognizes her as a local bar owner with some high up connections to the former regime. Lucine does not recognize her at all. The woman stops smiles at Halo as in to say I didn't think you'd be able to get here.

"Halo its nice to see that they let people in here like you. I didn't realize that they did." She then sees that Halo is standing with a person that she has not seen before. "I'm Rosa. I own a tavern called The Red Rose." She holds out her hand to Lucine and gives a smile that is warm and inviting.

[eunhathes]

"Rosa, when did you crawl of the morgue?" he grinned seditiously. "I thought they filled you with formaldehyde already. Are you bringing that rabble you call your patrons to this party, too?" He avoided the Red Rose on all occasions because of the people who ran the thing. They held no level of compassion for him, and he didn't mind if they did or not.

[ravenstorme]

A tall, beautiful Egyptian woman walks into the room. Her attire is all leather- pants, corset-like top, and trench coat. Half of her long, black hair is pulled back into a pleated styled, the rest hangs free down her back. Her dark eyes are accented by kohl, the only makeup she wears. She wears various Egyptian-style jewelry- all of it looks authentic and very old. Her every move speaks of grace, and she seems to move without a sound. She seems to have an air of danger about her that seems to contradict her beauty.

Her eyes quickly scan the room of people, but she doesn't join anyone in particular. Instead she wanders about the room, looking at the artwork.

[celest]

She politely takes Rosa's hand. "I'm sorry, I do not know of your place. I do not frequent the so called bar sceen often, though I may be found at clubs ocasionally."

[Lylie]

"That is fine. You seem like you are better than that thing over there" she replies and she points in Halo's direction. "If you want after this I can show you my bar. Its an upscale bar that who's who in this town appear at, if you get my drift." She gave a smile.

She waved Halo off. "Whatever. You do not have to tell me what you are doing. Do I look like your keeper?"

She turned back to Lucine. "So then I have not seen you around before. Where are you from Lucine?"

[eunhathes]

Halo's right eyebrow became momentarily visible as he raised it over the rims of his sunglasses. "Such spite, Rosa. You're gonna end up ashes in the sun with a stake on top, you keep it up." He shrugged. "That's your problem, though." He nodded to Lucine. "Keep your nose clean and your powder dry, miss. I'm sure we'll be meeting again, sometime." He darted off for the gallery to immerse the bitter taste in his mouth from speaking with Rosa in beautiful artwork. He stopped at a Salvador Dali to contemplate its deconstructive tendancies. "Dali was a madman trying to see a sane man's world." He commented, not quite under his breath.

[celest]

A flash of disappointment and slight annoyance flashes in her eyes as Halo walks away. Damn! I'll have to seek him out later. He seems well connected. And an arty too. Her eyes return to their polite shine as she turns back to Rosa.

"An upscale place you say?" I wonder if thats just her opinion as the owner "I suppose it would be wise of me to become familar with the local places. I am somewhat new to the area. I recently moved from the Chicago area."

[Lylie]

Rosa Puffed up at the comment that Halo had made. "How DARE he!! hes such a nanderthall!! I wish I was back in the old country! At least there they knew how to talk to a woman!"

She stalk off into the crowed oblivious to what Lucine had said. She continued to grumble about how rude Americans are espcially male Americans as she dissapeared into the crowd.

[celest]

Lucine raises one eyebow just slightly as she watches Rosa storm away. "Well then," she muses to herself, "I suppose I won't be seeing that tavern tonight." She smiles to herself as she scans the room looking for Halo.He has excelent connections I can tell already. He will be a most valuable resource. She spys him inspecting the artwork and walks casually over to him.

"You certainly know how to push buttons don't you?" she asks once she comes up behind him.

[eunhathes]

"Actually, I have never done anything to my knowledge to offend her." He turned to look at her finally. Really look at her. She seemed trying to advertise and simultaneously be modest. It made for an intriguing combination. "Rosa, that is. She has heckled me for as long as I have been in the city. I never exactly understood why." He shrugged. Looking back to the painting, he commented, "I don't care for Dali too much. I don't share his disassociation with mortality. He sees too little in the nightmares he has." He gestured to the Rodin in the center of the gallery, "Now this, this is definition. The torment of the lovers, the longing in the flesh... there is humanity and nobility here and it is what artists should strive for." He tossed a disgusted nod back to the painting. "Not some poor mockery."

[Lylie]

A little Nigerian boy walks up beside Irisi and commented "the art work is rare is it not? Some of these you would not find even a replica in a museum." He looked up at her and said "and you are old yourself are you not? I can tell by the way you carry yourself." he looked back at the art work. "She bought these from the artist and, as the Americans would say, squirreled them away."

He continued to look at the art work in depth. The boy is a vampire. Only vampires were able to get in. It was specified in your invitation that there were to be no humans, lupine, or anything else but vampires at the party

[ravenstorme]

Irisi looks over the boy out of the corner of her eye. There is no change in her expression as she speaks with a heavy accent.
"Indeed. The artwork is exquisite. And yes, I am old. Some would even call me ancient," she smiles, showing her fangs, "but those few did not live much longer. Who are you, little one?"

[celest]

She tilts her head slightly to the side. "I never cared much for Dali either. I can't seem to recall seeing anything of his that I liked." She looks over at the Rodin. "And while I do enjoy Rodin's sculptures, I prefer that done on the canvas." She smiles at VanGogh's Starry Night "This must be one of my favorites. It captures the beauty of the ever lasting night while still showing it's torment." She turns to Halo. "He paints the night as it truely is, alive."

[Lylie]

"Me? I'm no one of consequence. Just one the roamers here. I move around and look for people or artwork I find interesting. And I find you quite interesting."

He looked up at Irisi through the corner of his eyes while still facing the artwork they were looking at. He smiled. "I call myself Ishgar. I do not remember my original name. But that is not of consequence." He continued to look at the art work as if examining it thoroughly.

"So where are you from?"

[ravenstorme]

Irisi continues to look at the artwork while talking to Ishgar.
"My name is Irisi. I am originally from Egypt. Where are you from, Ishgar?"