Deirdre suppresses a little chuckle at Nicole's goofy expression.  "I honestly c'nae say.  Far as I'm concerned we're all a wee bit mad."  Then the shout calls Nicole from across the station.  "Well, looks like someone at the least wants t' make yer acquaintance."

Nicole practically squels in delight as Gordon calls out to her.  She pats Dierdres shoulder, the one she had her hand resting on and intones "Never mind sweetie.  It looks like they found me.  We'll catch up later after all this is over.  It was a pleasure meeting you."  With that she saunters off to the others but halfway there she spins back around to loook at Dierdre.  Walking backwards she puts her closed fist up by her cheek, thumb by her ear, pinky by her lips.  Her lips mouth the words "Call me!" in an exaggerated fashion.

She turns back to the small group nodding one to Solomon who she's already met. Coming up just short of the imposing leather clad tatooed punk rocker she smiles brightly "Name's Nicole.  You must be the sweet talker of the clan."  She waves a hand in her face fanning herself. "You had me all steamy with that greeting."

As Leon is meandering away from Bellissa, an idea pops into his head. He pauses for a second, to roll the thought around in his mind before acting on it, and, after a moment, he decides to go ahead and take a chance...

So, he looks back to Bellissa, waiting until she notices him, and when she sees him, he winks at her, gesturing subtly to the Italian mob gathered in her elysium.

Hoping to make his point appearant, he then struts over to the Don, Georgio Giovanni, and, in the most poised and elegant manner he can manifest, he humbly greets the appearantly esteemed man, saying, "Welcome to our elysium, honored guest of our illustrious Prince, Carter." and, while bowing respectfully, he whispers softly, only for the Don's ear "I appologize for the appearant inadiquacies of our city's elite citizens, they are not so well aquainted with the social graces of civilized southern gentlefolk."

and, still half-bowing, he waits for the Don to acknowledge the rebelliously respectful attempt at refinement.

*A brow raises at Leon winking at her, this grants him her attention for now and she watches him approach the Giovanni, wondering just what he's playing at. She stays put leaning against the pillar and the hazel eyes study the group of them quietly, ready to move if need be.*

Her chocolate orbs move over Leon with marked curiousity. She smiles politely, turning her attention to Goergio, waiting to see his reaction.

Standing next to his cousin, Alessio has the completely opposite reaction to Leon, refusing to acknowledge this filthy vagrant with delusions of grace.

*Kara smiles deeply at Solomon, all that charm works wonders for her; gentelmen are so hard to find these days!* Always a pleasure to see you, Solomon.

*Then a look to Gordon and a little huff as she shakes her head teasingly at him* Big brute *Her eyes shift swiftly to the girl he's calling to...oh goody, another crazy! She nearly claps, but does not for that would just make her look...nutty.* Why are you calling her such names? *then she leans in and whispers in Gordon's ear* someone should wash your mouth out with soap...or acid...or both. *her tone is teasing, playfully. Casting a look over his shoulder she catches sight of Reina and Deirdre and offers them both a friendly wave, then gestures for them both come come join the little party of Malkavians.*

 Goergio stares at Leon as he offers his welcome to Sanfield.

"Many Thanks Leon, we know few here. We just wanted to be recognized by the the citizens and avoid any confusion. We hold to our promise and wish to simply handle our business without any interference. I had assumed Carter would have been here, but the social carousing has been amusing. We rarely get much chance to speak with anyone outside our own blood, so it has been a welcome respite. I assume you are acquainted with everyone in the city, I only wish to know whom I should be made aware of, who holds positions of authority. If you could point them out I would appreciate it greatly."

 

*The voice that is her own chuckles in her head and quips that THAT is the reason Georgio is the leader of the group and Alessio is the lil bitch. She files this away for later use and her eyes move back to Leon, intrigued by him, at least for now. It's hard to keep her attentions for too long.*

*Kylye walks over to Bellisa and gives a brief nod*

You are the elder Brujah of Sanfield yes, I am Kyle Lind.  I see you know my friend Matthew Slater.  I have never been on for the formalities or the pomp of these sort of gatherings but the importance of my clan outstrips my own personal tastes, so excuse my own ignorance of etiquette.  

*Kyle lowers his head for a brief moment in a gentle bow in an attempt to display respect for his elder*

I understand that this venue was your choice, I have to say I quite like it.

(ooc i have met Zaine at this point but that scene is waiting to  be wrapped up, so i wont be able to answer any specifics about him other than to say we where introduced.)

*She offers a light smile for one of her own and extends a hand to Kyle for a shake.* Welcome to the city, I am Bellisa Damita. My expectations perhaps are too high for my clan but it is not based on formalities because I myself do not follow them as perhaps I should. I do expect great things from you though, not to merely be a stereotype. *She keeps her voice low to share all this between the two of them.* I'm pleased you like my choice though to hold court here was not mine.  

*She throws a nod towards Matthew so Kyle knows who she speaks of.* He would do well to coach you to come forward and not step up himself. Not only is it proper for you to introduce yourself but it makes You look weak if he does so for you. On his end, he could be held accountable for your actions if he were to speak for you, as if he were vouching for your actions in the future. You see my point? *She is calm and merely trying to be helpful, a shock I know. She then leans against her pillar again.*

You are welcome in my domain, The Banshee is owned by myself. If you need any assistance feel free to approach me though I can't promise you'll like my decisions. *A faint smirk, lightning quick and then it is gone. When it comes to her own clan, she can be soft at first but one fuck up and she'd be as hard as steel. Her eyes then move back to Leon and the Giovanni.*

*Kyle takes her hand, in the gentile fashion, a gentle shake and returns his hand to his side*

I do see your point, Matthew is an old friend and I'm sure it was only to assist me in matters I am not accustomed to.  

*With a stern but non-aggressive gaze he meets her eyes*

However I assure you that if opportunity presents you will see that I possess the strengths befitting our clan.

One question and I'll be on my way. I'm curious if there are enough of our clan in this city to hold a proper rant.  What are your thoughts on this?

I haven't taken count actually and haven't bothered to ask. I've been concerned with more important things lately and have just now begun to settle in. Perhaps you shall inquire and take a count, let me know. *Giving him the task since he seemed so interest in it. Plus with his pansy ass handshake she's wondering if he can handle anything more... him meeting her gaze was a plus but she's still iffy about him being tough enough.*
If you manage to bring me a count I shall allow you to use the Banshee if you wish.

Upon being acknowledged by the Don Giovanni, Leon rises from his held bow, meeting the great "man's" eyes for the first time.

He responds to the Don's request, saying, "well, I should begin by introducing m'self, I am Leon Banks, a travelling musician, well respected in some circles, and, I have only recently returned to Sanfield Rock, from the road. However, it is also the case that, I am well acquainted with this city's elder citizens, several of whom I have known since my embrace... so, let's see," he pauses, thinking who to begin with, "I would say that the most influential elders, save our Prince, would be the esteemed Regent Thaddeus Von Austice ... Thomas Arturo, owner of the fine casino, on the edge of town ... and Ms. Beauty, of the underground," he motions toward the train-car where the three elders are gathered, "and, there is also Ms. Bellisa Damita, who is relatively new to our city, and our politics, but has recently come into the Princes graces, being granted a station of respect," he turns, allowing the Don a view of Bellisa, and winks to her, motioning with his head, that she should join him in welcoming the Prince's guests.

Turning back to Georgio, "of course, I have been away for quite some time, and there are many new faces here, who I am unfamiliar with, so please accept my appology, if I have neglected to mention any other important citizens," he continues, "and what sort of business brings you to our blossoming city, if I may ask?"  

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 "Family affairs and business, we have been here for some time. With the recent political turmoil we wanted to make certain we were known so as to avoid any confusion regarding our heritage. It is always more difficult once things have already transpired then to err on the side of caution. I appreciate certain social functions within the domain and perhaps could find some appropriate company. We have recently scheduled an opera here in the city proper and I shall make certain those that might appreciate the performance be invited. Certain civilities are what shows good breeding, wouldn't you say."

With a glance at those he has been pointing out, Arturo will definitely be on my list of individuals to contact. The Regent should be the Tremere's representative and one to be avoided, there always seem to be a question of our loyalties with them. As for the Nosferatu, I am lax to step out of my way to greet them. They usually ignore us and whatever information I might need can be acquired through less taxing means. They have no love of the finer things in life either, further dampening whatever commonalities we could share.

"Excuse me a moment."

Solomon takes leave of his family and ventures towards Leon and the group of dark strangers. He had an eerie sense when first noted them. It seems Leon has allowed for a foot in the door.

"Leon, my good friend, I wasn't aware that you knew these fine people."

He pats Banks on the back, no doubt producing a cloud of dust from the man's jacket. Turning to the new comers, Solomon will stick out his hand in greeting to the obvious leader, looking him in the eyes.

"My name is Solomon. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintances."

2008-09-02 15:53:49 Solomon rolls 7 dice to Aura Perception [Goergio] (Diff 8) 1,3,7,1,9,8,7 (failure)  

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*She pushes off the pillar with her shoulder and her arms drop from their crossed position. A slight smile graces her lips as she approaches the group and halts at Leon's side, meeting his eyes a moment before turning to Georgio* Welcome to court, I am Bellisa Damita, Keeper of Elysium. *She nods her head politely instead of offering a hand. Her eyes then flicker to Solomon, a brow raising slightly at him a moment then looks at Natasha and Alessio.* Welcome to you both.

(OOC: I fail to understand why one of Spanish royalty would look down on shaking a womans hand like a woman. As it was an obvious attempt to pay homage to Bellisa's status and history.)

*Kyle watches Bellisa walk away with a quizzical, yet short, glance.  He then looks around the room noticing Deidre now sitting alone, walks over and takes a seat next to her*

"It alright if I sit with you? The names Kyle, Kyle Lind.  Gotta say I dig yer style, gives me the impression your are not one for these sort of who's who ego stroking pissing contests."

*With that he simply starts digging through his jacket producing another cigarette lighting it off the butt of the previous.  Leans back on one arm and lets his gaze wander around the room.*  

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"Indeed, it has been said that the final test of a king is his respect for those who can be of no possible service to him,” Leon quips prophetically, as Solomon approaches, "and, too, civility is the measure by which we might pass this test."

He pauses, when Solomon pats his shoulder, looking away, feeling somewhat less than regal as the dust cloud disperses from his 'once fashionable' suit jacket, and, responding to Solomon, he mutters softly, "nay, sir, I have only just met these fine gentlemen, and lady," nodding to Natasha as Bellisa arrives at his side, "I haven't, yet, even had the pleasure of learning their names."

After allowing Bellisa to formally greet the group, and after the Don addresses her (in the post below this one) Leon turns to her, "an opera is certain to be a most civilizing experience, for those among us who appreciate the cultured refinement of classical expression."

[ooc, some modern italian art, a morbid story, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jirOcBew2UA ]  

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 Towards Solomon,"Nice to make your acquaintance, its really a shame those went out of style," having rarely seen those masks outside of certain risqué bedroom antics and Marquis De Sade novels.

To Bellisa,"I appreciate your welcome, we have met precious few kindred in our stay here and feel a bit new ourselves. As keeper I was wondering if I could ask a favor? We shall be hosting an performance at the local Opera house and would appreciate a certain formality to the occasion. We could handle the affair on our own but with others in attendance and to avoid any trouble I would ask that the place be granted as an Elysium for the evening."

The family could police the event, but if certain undesired kindred decide to show up it could turn out poorly, Goergio takes his opera seriously, very seriously indeed. It does not generally do to have beaten a punk into torpor at your first event, for ruining the sonata.