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Post by Adrianna on Jul 10, 2019 22:06:56 GMT -4
Adrianna sits pretty much centre stage at the elysium, she was holding court listening to the ones around her drone on about territory and quibbling about this and that. She would rather be anywhere else, well not really anywhere else. She didn't want to be at home. She took an unneeded breath looking out over the small group in the low light bar. Music pulsed in the background the clans were separated more into there groupings. "Does anyone have any new business " it was odd for her to hold court without her advisors but we are in strange days. Many other occupants of the Elysium also seemed on edge.
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Post by Ryūnosuke Datē on Jul 10, 2019 22:34:06 GMT -4
A young man emerges from among the crowd, his polished black Oxfords clacking along the floor as he approaches. He is a broad young man visibly in his mid-twenties, dressed in business attire - a finely-tailored black vest over a fitted crimson button-up with matching black tie and slacks, and a pair of driving gloves to round out the ensemble. With him, he carries a short walking cane under his arm, though he has no need of it. His straight black hair is greased and combed back out of his face, save a few rebel strands. He gazes over the room with his dull grey eyes nodding his head to the Prince. With a hand to his chest, he takes a small bow.
“Good evening, Prince,” the man says flatly. “I have come to make introductions.”
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Post by Adrianna on Jul 10, 2019 22:44:45 GMT -4
Her blood red eyes look the boy over from top to bottom, she runs her hands through her thick blonde locks, pushing her hood back away from her face. Revealing her doll-like features and youthful face, to ones that didn't know better she appeared a young adult. But the milk-white, skin and red eyes give away the game, she was old. her voice soft and alluring like she was beckoning... drawing the young kindred towards her “You wish to make introductions ..well here you are “ her voice having a faint Scottish or British accent. She motions to the room and all go silent as eyes turn to the young man speaking
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Post by Ryūnosuke Datē on Jul 10, 2019 23:13:10 GMT -4
Meeting her gaze, he advances another step or two and stops in the middle of the room, his hands clasping the cane behind his back. His face is expressionless, almost mechanical, and his stance is stoic and rigid.
“My name is Ryūnosuke Datē,” he begins again in the same bland tone. “But if it suits you, you may call me Ray. I have come here from Japan on the behalf of my sire to serve you however I’m able, as were his instructions.”
Slipping a hand into his breast pocket, he produces a small, folded piece of parchment sealed with wax, addressed to Adrianna. He holds it out before him, waiting for someone to take it.
“More information about my arrival are detailed in this letter.”
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