The Scion is back.

[Archon Hamilton]

Archon stood on the top floor of Elysium looking out at those Kindred below. He smiled with Pride. He had defeated Winters quite handedly. He was now Prince. His face was a calm and precise exterior. For he was a Ventrue. It was his duty to lead these younger Kindred by his example. With such a powerful Elder as Mirella's Grandsire he was able to sneak out one of the emergency exits. He then did what he did, eroded their influence base with his own.

Archon was Prince now and he would not back down, nor would he be frightened off by some sodding Sabbat that beat their chest and go ohhh look am big and mean. Archon was bigger, Archon was meaner, Archon was older. Which gave him the edge in most ways. Archon was not the oldest Kindred in the city but nor was he the youngest. He was however the undisputed ruler of this Domain.

Once more a subtle smile crept across his lips on his otherwise unreadable face. The thought made him smile. And since for time being he was in his own company her allowed it. Archon had been gone, but he was now back and ready to take the fight to these Sabbat infidels.

[WarPoodle]

*The Prince was back and the cities newest kindred was out and about and looking to atleast make nice with the Camirilla leader. It wasn't common that an independant Ravnos would activly seak out the Prince but Piper wasn't common. The young woman made her way towards the Elysium on an old vintage bicycle painted a pale blue with a basket on its front. She is dressed in a pale purple sundress with a pare of grey sandals. Perched on her head is an old but well cared for grey tophat. Her very long blond hair falling over her sholders from under the hat. She parks the bike outside the elysium getting some odd looks about the bike from the ghouls at the doors*

* heading inside she pauses just inside the door to look around before steping further in and taking inventory of any people present. She has no weapons on her so there is little trouble getting inside past any security. Other than a quick look at a violin in its case she carries. She smiles pleasantly and tips her hat to anyone who catches her eyes but her attention is focused on finding the one who is in charge. She had a respect for the camirilla taught to her by her sire and she was living in their domain. With much to protect within the walls of the orphanage it only made sense to make nice with the Prince.*

*hopefully she will make a good impression. The last city she had lived in had a prince that hated her clan. Because of this after a time she was forced to leave or there would have been trouble for her. The experiance had put a bad taste in her mouth for the Camirilla but she did her best to not let the past effect her opinions of the current group of camirilla. Though she smiles cheerfully the nervousness in her is aparent to the more observent kindred. Truth be told she was doing her best to not just run from the place and rethink everything. But she wouldn't do that. Determined to be able to stay in this city she forces herself to swallow her fear and face the Prince. Now she just needed to find him before her nerves win*

[Keira Kelly]

Marie sat alone in Keira's usual booth, anxious and worried. She kept glancing both to the front entrance as well as the rear hallway, hoping to see her sire and old friend returning. Jane had given her word that she'd keep Keira safe but she didn't know the elusive Kindred well enough to trust her. Hell, she didn't know enough about being what she was to trust any of it! Except Keira, who had done everything she could have to protect Marie from it all. Marie did realize that now; Keira hadn't stayed away hidden for the past 20 years because she had wanted to, but because she hadn't wanted the dangers of Kindred life to be set upon those she cared about.

She got up after a time, going to the bar to talk to Anna, the Ventrue bartender, just casually chatting so the Kine patrons of the club would not overhear anything vampire-related. Keira had warned her about what she had to hide from normal people though she truly doubt anyone would hear anything over the music anyways. As they talked, she missed Archon's entrance completely but as she finally headed back to Keira's booth with a glass of carefully disguised blood, she did catch sight of an odd figure enter. The top hat was most definitely different; it was noticeable but not too outrageous in terms of current society. It had just caught her attention but then she continued on, sitting down once more by herself, fretting over Keira's fate.

[Archon Hamilton]

Archon looked down and took in a very unneeded breath of "fresh air". Not to say the air was stale but for a Vampire with long dead longs. Every intake of the Kine's sweet oxygen was stale. He looked down upon the Kindred of his Domain and he saw that it was good. It was about this time that Archon noticed Keira's Childe looking woefully concerned. He debated rather or not he should go and affirm to her that Keira was all right.

Even as Archon was making his way down a winding stair case tht was as elegantly crafted as could be, an attractive woman if classically dressed walked into Elysium wearing a top hat. Archon did not see many of those these day. It was a curious thing. First order of business was to go and comfort Keira's Ghoul. He gracefully made his way over to her like a practiced predator. He then put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I am sure that your Sire is alright. Trust me, there is a bond between Childe and Sire, if she had met her Final Death, you would have felt it. So be at peace, I am sure she turn up before the end of the night. She is a Toreador, she could be doing any of a thousand things that the roses choose to do." Archon said with a soft smile and gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze. "If you would be so kind as to excuse me a moment, it seems there is a new Kindred to the Domain. And business waits for not Kindred." Archon said excusing himself and walked over to the newcomer.

He extended his hand. "Greetings and salutations. I am Prince Hamilton. Welcome to my Domain. Come tell me about yourself, what your plans, how long will you be staying, and do you know the Six Traditions of the Camarilla? Lovely hat by the way." Archon said with an ever so subtle curvature of his lip hinting at the slightest smile gracing his otherwise unreadable face.

[WarPoodle]

*she had seen the Prince walk down the stairs. As he comforts the ghoul she raises an eyebrow and can't help but smile. A Prince that actualy gives a damn about a lowly ghouls feelings? That was new and rather impressive and respectable to her. Her worry level lowers instantly and the tension in her sholders slacks off. As he aproaches her after comforting the ghoul he is rewarded with a bright warm smile. Standing close to her in the dimish club light a strange detail becomes visable to him. Every inch of her porcelean skin from her neck down is covered in scars. The scars are words. As if someone had spent years writing on her flesh with a sharp small knife. The words form several books worth of passages, quotes, and even full fairy tales etched forever in her skin. Some of it is in english and some is in other languages*

*she shakes his offered hand then with a flourish of natural showmenship she takes her hat off her head and curtsies low to him bowing her head respectfully. The old fashioned gesture of respect is fluid and natural. Standing up straight again she places the hat back on her head* I am Piper Klein, storyteller and performer of the clan Ravnos. It is an honor to meet you. *the show and comment of respect which might seem exagerated and even sarcastic in most seems 100% genuin and natural to her. It does seem odd that a Ravnos would seak out the prince so willingly and with such genuin respect* I plan to stay in your city for as many years as I am able. I am familiar with your traditions and intend to obay them with respect though I have never been a part of your sect nor have I been welcome by many Camirilla in my past. *though she maintains her friendly smile he can see the nervousness in her eyes as if expecting him to spit in her face and demannd she leave at once*

[Archon Hamilton]

Archon of course and quite naturally shakes her offered hand. It was a firm hand sake but nothing so much as to hurt just a handshake of one whom is used to giving firm hand shakes. Almost reflexive. "A Ravnos? Truly? We have not had your kind in court for quite a while. And you know our Traditions, and you are a storyteller among your folk. Well I am absolutely delighted. Truly. Welcome to Ontario, I hope that you will find your stay in my Domain pleasing." Stated Archon.

He gave her a once over and the most subtle of smiles crept across his features. It was nice to see that new blood still came to the City. All the more to fight the loathsome Sabbat with. How he did loath the Sabbat and all they stood for. What utter rubbish they were. A waste of the Embrace to be sure. And it was not often that Archon said that about anyone. Oh well, what they is what they are. Archon smiled at the other woman and waited for her response to his words.

[WarPoodle]

*the Prince is rewarded with a bright breathtaking smile, if he had breath to take. She seems genuinly surprised by his welcome. In the past she has met with much misstrust and even hatred for her clan.* it is truely very refreshing to be welcomed so kindly in a new city. Thankyou for accepting me into your domain. *she bows some with a tip of her hat* I have set up my haven in an orphanagehere. And I hope that my protection of the children will be aided by the local kindred here.

*it is strange for a kindred to take intrest in the wellfare of children but she has dedicated her self to it whole heartedly* I will ofcourse make my skills available for whatever need you may have for them. *she smiles and he can see the nervous tension leave her sholders after being welcomed*