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As always the sight of Prince Calebros is unnerving.

Upon his entrance Lauren quickly regroups with the others who were summoned and then follows Izzy's directions, moving to where she bids.

If she still had a heart, it would be beating like a hummingbird on an espresso buzz.

Rufus Show
Calebros carries himself with a strange calm, living as the undead without any sign of the existential crises or cruelty of other vampires. In this way he seems like a paternal figure, something his old-fashioned tweed suit only accentuates. The four neonates gathered before him, though, know full well that anyone who expects Calebros to be kindly or forgiving is in for a rude awakening. "As you know, there has been a disturbance among Caine's children here in New York..."
Before the Prince can continue, though, he is interrupted by a thin man in an impeccably pressed suit and fashionably refined features. The mood in Elysium suddenly feels tense and the four are uncomfortably at the heart of the sensation. "Pardonnez-moi, mon Prince," the Frenchman says, "But I must speak my mind, 'ere under ze laws of Elysium." The man, who the group all can at least put the name "Valentine" to, gestures to the neonates without really looking at them. He does manage to spare a contemptuous look in Kariana's direction, but that might be imagination. "Zeze untested younglings are to find ze answers to zis problem? Is this not a dangerous gamble, monsieur?"
Calebros looks, if anything, amused though it is difficult to tell with his grotesque looks. Qadir al-Asmai is the next to approach the armchair, all business and calm as usual with a quick bowing of his head. "I'm afraid I must agree, sir. This is a dangerous time to be taking chances, with the Sabbat still prowling Chinatown and the east boroughs."
"Unlife is always a dangerous time," Calebros says cryptically, "And the Sabbat are not our only enemies." The Prince turns to the vampires gathered before his throne, however, with a look that makes it clear he's expecting them to defend their own interests in his court.
Kariana Show

"I take it then, Valentine, with your profound misgivings of our Prince. Questioning his sincerity and ability to determine the worth and ability of others, that you have an idea of your own?"

Turning to look at Valentine, the voice of a child, with the razor-edge of sarcasm.   

"Perhaps you…with your infinitely more experienced past would lead us into the night, single handedly shed light on the attacker, and then tuck we mere whelps in before the day breaks the skyline?"

Moving slowly towards the gathered kindred, speaking to them as if addressing a courtroom jury. Before turning back and directing the final to Valentine.

"What gamble I wonder it is that you speak? The unlives of four neonates, woefully untested as you have pointed. Or is there some reason you would still prefer none take a harder look at this situation…I wonder…"

Manip+Subterfuge (1d10=9, 1d10=10, 1d10=10, 1d10=6, 1d10=10, 1d10=9, 1d10=5) (HOLY CRAP!!)

Wow. That kid has a way with words.

Lauren is visibly impressed by the warlock's empassioned speech and nifty verbal trap. Only it's short lived as Rufus appears on the verge of striking the insolent foreign lick. Almost instinctively her hand inches closer to the gun nestled in the small of her back. It's only when her fingers touch the bottom of her jacket that she remembers she's in Elysium. More importantly there are bigger, stronger vampires than she who can, and will, enforce the law.

Is this a show for the Prince? Some blatant butt kissing, or is he sincere? Seems like such a silly little slight to get so riled up over.

Not hesitating for a moment, Sykes' face clears of all anger, and he kneels in his crisp black Armani suit, and bows his head in the direction of the Prince.

"I will, my Prince."

He stays there, as still as a dark statue. His head doesn't rise, his knee doesn't quiver.