Le Grand Théâtre

Carrion's eye drifted from her Primogen for a moment, taking in those nearby, her body turned to lean against the wall. Languidly her gaze drifted back to Docteur to speak once more; her own voice dropped as well so it would be difficult to hear if someone was trying to eavesdrop.

Miriel, Duncan, William and Fred...Not for Mo' I spoke to Claudia and Primogen Theo, we had already gone our separate ways before then.

She sounded thoughtful for a moment but didn't comment further. Whatever her thoughts were she did not vocalise them.

When he mentioned having her presented she couldn't hide her nervousness, her weight shifted from one foot to the next before she forced herself to be still once more.

Can we get that done before I leave, or do I have to wait longer?

Carrion didn't seem eager to continue like she was for much longer, but she had the patience to wait, all she had now was time.

If everyone else was busy I was going to see if he'd have a moment or two to spare...

As she spoke Carrion extracted her phone from her pocket and gave the screen a quick glance, noting this missed call from Fred she puts it back in her pocket so she would not be rude to the leader of her Clan.

Doctor adds.
(Doctor) There was also Miss Aguilar as far as I know. The Tremere are the last ones we'd wish to know, but if it's Vonïgner, I guess we've got enough on her to keep her silent.

Taking into account that Claudia and Theodore also know, he tenses a moment, before looking away, retaining his hostility towards the situation.
(Doctor) Just get the neonates to work for us, in exchange of which we'll help them about this stupid "object". As for Scoop, for now I think he's busy with the Setites.. We'll present you right now, it'll be easier now that it's a little calmer.. And that the Prince needs all the help he can get.

He walks towards the Prince's room as he finishes his sentence, signing Carrion to come with him.

Carrion's eyebrow quirked for a moment, a slight smile coming to her lips before reestablishing a neutral expression.

Ah, the Toreador with the crush on Primogen Kresten. Myself and Claudia have an understanding and as for Primogen Theo I needed him to get into the Sud-Ouest.

She still spoke in a hushed tone, not liking the idea of being overheard. When Docteur told her to concentrate with the Neonates she noded her head.

Perception + Subterfuge= >4 / Auspex 2:

She hesitated for a moment but followed him, her hand brought her phone out and sent a quick text as she walked.

Text to Fred:

Before she reached the door her phone was back in her pocket and she had fallen into step with Doctuer.

Doctor stops walking an instant.
(Doctor) A crush on..

He stops himself, shaking his head in dispair. His voice betrayed he felt sorry for Estela. He walks again, and after a bow, enters Gosuin's room.
(Doctor) My Prince...

Gosuin stands when Doctor enters. He then sets his eyes a moment on Carrion, while Doctor moves away to let the Prince see the neonate.
(Gosuin) Was there something else, Docteur ?
(Doctor) There is, my Prince. The Nosferatu clan, through Igor, had an Embrace right. I wish to inform you that this Embrace right has been used a few weeks ago, and now this person is ready to introduce herself and ask for your hospitality. May she ?

The Nosferatu is certainly very good at using words and using the expressions specially designed for the Camarilla. The Prince listens with interest, then observes a moment the Neonate, and nods.
(Gosuin) You may, childe.

He signs she can approach, and is ready to listen. The Prince seems open and inviting enough, patient.

She didn't comment further on her fellow Neonates predicament, though it isn't clear if it was out of callous disregard or an unwillingness to discuss it further.

When they entered Gosuin's room she remained silent, watching and listening to the exchange taking place between the two Kindred.

Alertness >3:

By the time Gosuin had turned his full attention to her, he could see she was openly inspecting him, she was not disrespectful but more curious than anything else.

After a moment she obeyed his prompt to step forward, positioning herself before him so that he could see her clearly but still remaining a respectful distance from him. There was no visible sign fear coming from her, she immediately made eye contact with him now he had a completely unobscured view.

Her right arm came across her abdomen and her left vanished behind her back as she bowed her head in respectful greeting to him. It lasted for a moment before she righted herself once more, again when she looked back up at him he could see she continued the eye contact.

Thank you Prince Gosuin, my name is Nyx, I respectfully ask for acceptance into your Domain, as is set out in the fifth Tradition.

Nyx still watched the Prince as she spoke. The Nosferatu was aware of Docteur's presence behind her, but she did not turn her attention to him trusting her Primogen to stay behind her and not do anything untoward.

There are no mortals upstairs. Celine carefully filters the entrance. However she has left available blood pitcher for kindred to drink for pleasure (and not thirst, as no kindred in Elysium should be thirsty).


The Prince listens carefully to Nyx's words, showing she has his full attention. His gaze is even a little inquisitive. He seems to be waiting for something else an instant, letting a short silent settle before he speaks to the Nosferatu. She can notice he gives a quick glance at Doctor as he speaks, probably to judge his body language.
(Gosuin) Very well. Be mindful of your steps in the city, the court will take note that Igor's embrace right has been used. I would like him to confirm the act, but I have been informed that the Nosferatu embrace as a clan. Please pass the message on to him. You may leave.

Nyx noted his inquisitives, but said nothing, she hoped Gosuin just asked what was on his mind without prompting, however, not wanting to seem rude so says nothing. The Nosferatu shifted her weight from one foot to the other, slightly uncomfortable in the silence between the three. When the Ventrue's gaze shifted to Docteur she does not look back to her Primogen, again hyper aware of her manners.

...Thank you, I will be careful.

She was unsure if he directed the last part about Igor to herself or to Docteur but would clarify in a moment. Nyx took the Prince's prompt, and turned to leave, not wishing to take up any more of his valuable time than she had to. When they were both outside of Gosuin's room she turned her attention back to Docteur again.

Should I tell Igor or are you going to?

Gosuin nods to Nyx's thanks. He lets them both leave his room, and sits back to write as he was doing before. Doctor waits until they left the room, eyes around and shrugs.
(Doctor) I'll pass the message to Igor. So, so far, how are things going for you ?

He seems a little more relaxed now that an official introduction has been made. He also signs over to her hand, now she doesn't need to Obfuscate her thumb anymor as she isn't in need to be "Carrion".

Nyx shifted so she wasn't obstructing the door, leaning against the wall once more, she had to resist the urge to rest the sole of her boot against the wall. There was a slight delay before she responded to his question, her viewable expression gave very little away.

When he gestured to her hand her thumb reappeared within moments.

...In what sense?

Docteur could tell by her tone of voice she hadn't had a conversation like this often. She added in after another moment of silence, lowering her voice once again so as not to be overheard.

Actually weird, can we move and dream in torpor?

Nyx shifted her weight as she asked, obviously uncertain of asking him so bluntly. .

Fred eventually picks up Neve's attempts at making eye contact, after a short moment he gains a look of recognition and approaches her.

Good evening miss Rosetti, I'm glad that my previous suspicion of you disappearing in the December attack was mistaken. If you don't mind my inquires, have you been well since?

Perception + Empathy > 5:

Armand Colin takes his "chances" with his clanmate, and approaches Neve as well, with a charming, teasing smile. While his first word is playful, his next sentence is full of good intentions.
(Armand) "Auntie". You seem awfully bored, may I keep you company ?

He gives a glance at Fred, then nods.
(Armand) So, rumors are true. It's a relief to see we were wrong about your death, however it is worrying to see our work was not well done as far as keeping track of our flock. My deepest apologies, Fred.

He actually seems sincere in his apology to the Malkavian, even bowing his head to emphasize it, in a very Ventruesque approach of Elysium, responsibility, and protection of Camarilla members.

Fred addresses Armand as soon as he begins to apologize.
Ah, I'm very sorry about the misconception and not making my survival known until recently.
After the horrible day I fell into a depression I was unable to free myself off until recently.

Ah! That reminds me.
Fred turns to Neve.
Pardon the amount of inquires I bestow, but you wouldn't have happened to have seen Terrance since the attack?
While I fear the worst, I also have some hope for the better case.

Fred smiles at the offer of refreshments.
A drink couldn't harm if it's not too much to ask, I'll graciously accept whatever you see fit to offer me.

After parking his motorcycle on the south side of the Theatre, in one of the areas reserved for bikes and scooters  -- and smiling as he notices Fred's bicycle parked not too far away -- Duncan makes his way into the Grand Theatre, along with Miriel.  The Toreador still holds the ornate box, although Duncan offers to take it as they walk inside.

The two Kindred see Celine near the entrance.  Duncan nods in greeting, but he doesn't stop to chat as they head upstairs to Elysium.

As they enter the déambulatoire, the Brujah frowns as he scans the room, as though the person he's looking for is not currently in view.  He shrugs, and steps over to the sideboard where Celine has left 'refreshments'.  He pours two glasses and turns to Miriel, offering one glass to the Toreador.

May I offer you a drink, Mademoiselle De Boucher?  While we look for Laure?
After Miriel takes her glass, Duncan sips at his own.  As he takes in the other Kindred present in the room, Duncan takes note of Carrion standing with Doctor.  If either Nosferatu meets his gaze, he gives a wary nod of recognition, but he doesn't seem inclined to head their direction.

Auspex 4:

Storyteller:

The young Brujah is dressed rather casually, in blue jeans and a dark green T-sHirt, with some kind of white thermal T-shirt barely visible underneath, and a lightweight dark-colored jacket over it.  A pair of dark brown Rockports completes the attire.  For those who have not seen him before, Duncan is 1.83m tall, with black hair and striking blue eyes.  He looks fit, although not particularly muscular.  Here in Elysium, away from mortal eyes, his pale complexion is typical for Kindred; not like the healthy blush displayed by the Toreador with him.

Doctor seems surprised an instant at Nyx's question.
(Doctor) I meant, surviving being on the surface.. I've heard of nightmares, but I'm not an expert. Ask Igor or a Tremere, they may know more about our condition.

The Nosferatu Primogen seems to notice the newly arrived, but he doesn't pay much more visible attention than necessary. He makes a very known movement as his phone, in silent, seems to be ringing.
(Doctor) We'll discuss this further another time, or through email. I'll see you later then.

He moves away to the balconies to answer his phone call.


Armand is quick to refuse the blood offered. Playful, he replies with a certain joy and even honest fun. He does sit, and signs for Fred to sit as well, inviting but not pushing.
(Armand) I've seen far more subtle attempts to guess my preferences ! I've not heard of Terrance, I recall the Nosferatu counted him as part of their losses ?

It's true, at least as far as Neve knows, and as far as the Harpy files say, Terrance, neonate Nosferatu, coterie member of Fred, along with Marie Jourdan (malkavian), Rendolf (gangrel) and Leon (Brujah), are declared dead from last big Sabbat attack [we're in March 2011, attacks happened in December]
(Armand) Lowering a little his voice for Fred and Neve. I've heard Tarcisus may be in town. Something about Vonigner's outburst, when she bleed here, two nights ago, they say it might be the Tremere's commands...

ST:

Fred nods and gives a quiet sigh of disappointment.
I suppose it was to be expected, Mister Theodore speculates that even should he be alive; he'd be one of the mean ones currently. I'm quite uncomfortable with the idea, though it would bring me joy to see him alive.

Fred lowers his voice as well when Armand begins speaking of Tarcius.
Ah, I had the opportunity to meet with him the other day. I must admit I found the experience quite uncomfortable, my condition of hunger at the time did not assist during it.

I cannot say I'm aware of what goal he chases through the streets of Bordeaux, but the Tremere seem to be assisting him regardless of what it is, or at the very least leave him be.

A look of understanding dawns on her face as Docteur spoke, she remains silent for a moment listening to him as he spoke.

Oh, sorry.

The younger Nosferatu seemed slightly embarrassed by the miscommunication. Her expression remained neutral as he continued to speak, she kept her thoughts to herself.

When his phone goes off and he says his goodbyes she nodded and smiled slightly.

Thank you.

Nyx allowed him to leave without any further comment, it wasn't entirely clear what she was thanking him for, but it seemed to be a general thank you for his time, knowledge and getting her introduction over with.

Once the Nosferatu Primogen had left, her eye drifted back to Fred, her head was cocked to the side slightly before she made up her mind and went to join Duncan and Miriel; though her thought process would be completely lost on an observer.

Nyx was careful not to bump into anyone as she travelled across the room to them. She stopped at a respectful distance and waited for some form of acknowledgement from either of the pair.

After her Primogen heads for the balcony, Duncan watches Carrion (as he still knows her) approach him, and he bows slightly in greeting.

Hello.  It is Carrion, correct?  You look a little different than the last time I saw you, but you're not Scoop or Igor, and I understand M. Pierre rarely leaves his post at the hotline, so process of elimination and all that.  How are you this evening?

The Brujah takes another sip from his glass, awaiting the Nosferatu's response.

Nyx inclined her head in greeting back to Duncan, she takes one of the free seats as he spoke to her. The pair can see a small flush come across her pale cheeks and there was a slight stint silence as she decided on how to respond. There was a look of uncertainty on her expression but eventually she made up her mind.

...When we first met yes..It's Nyx now...

Her voice was much quieter, obviously she didn't want to be overheard by any eavesdroppers or have that information generally known. The Nosferatu watched them both trying to gauge their reactions as she reclined slightly in her seat.