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Llwellyn had little interest in the goings on around them. He knew few outside of the temple and was at least grateful that Vano was here. He was a familiar face in the sense that they had met previously. And part of him had hoped the Antediluvian would be here anyhow. The party had been an open invitation to all afterall. He wrinkled his nose ever so slightly at his observation about the Ventrue. “I’m not sure I could stay that stuffy for all those centuries. But then that’s not how I was raised either. But I try not to judge, not everyone can be as fortunate as us, yes?” He took a sip of his drink. Letting the buzz at the back of his skull settle as the sharp bite of citrus his his tongue. He really did enjoy the stuff and was glad the bartender had some. But he would have to be careful. There was such a thing as too much of a good thing.

His gaze shifted briefly towards the door where a commotion seemed to be happen Ng. If those involved weren’t careful surely security would kick them out. Even the young vampire understood what Elysium meant. But he also knew that old rivalries, especially bloody ones tended to die hard.

Another smile reached his amber colored eyes this time as he brushed a bit of red and black hair back from his face and tucked it behind an ear. While none of the children or grandchildren even had officially joined the Ravnos clan it was nice that Vano seemed to know include him within it. They were all practically raised knowing everything there was to know about his grandfather’s clan afterall. “Of course. I wouldn’t want to see to be anything but hospitable. Especially to a friend of my grandfather. And perhaps even to me as well.”

As the Deity offered his goblet of fine spiced red wine blended to perfection with vitae and ambrosia to his dearest love, Ravnos, he let himself feel, with his power, all those who were present. The shadows of his face deepened as he reached out, a light tingling at the base of the skull, something barely perceptible to most, as he flicked amongst the minds of his followers, taking stock. Though he refrained from delving too deeply, a whispered greeting was given to all those Disciples who were currently present. While quite a few were in attendance, the absence of so many others was noted. However, the night was still quite young. He was sure that there were several who might still make an appearance.

One of the most surprising among them was Enoch. This hardly seemed to be the type of event that the Gangrel Disciple would be interested in attending. Perhaps Grendel would make time to speak with him face to face and see just what would make the wild man emerge and don such fancy attire. The other surprise was Narcise, and seeing her brought to him a faint sense of fondness and warmth, and perhaps just a small hankering for some of her freshly baked blood cookies.

When he returned to himself, he caught the hint of amusement dancing in Ravnos's gaze, giving him a slight tilt of the head, an eyebrow raising in question. He was not always acutely aware of any grievances between clans or past drama between Disciples, especially as much of it occurred before his time. It seemed that being a young deity was often more of a hindrance than a help.

"Careful, the drink is strong." He warned, though possibly too late as he had been previously distracted. The feel of Ravnos's lips against his cheek still tingled with warmth, a lingering sensation that pulled a smile up at the corner of his mouth. For not the first time that evening, he swept his gaze over the handsome Disciple at his side, drinking in and savouring the sight of him. It was so strange, seeing him without the usual garb. No multitude of wraps or flowing fabric, his hair hanging smooth and unadorned, much like it did when they first met. The suit was not a sight completely unseen. He had witnessed Ravnos dressed in as much before. But still....strange. Though not in a bad way.

At the mention of dancing, the God scoffed. He knew it was likely more of a tease than an actual ask. But, such things were expected at a party, were they not? As daunting as the idea seemed, Grendel was certain that he could, at some point, indulge in Ravnos's wishes. "And put so many others to shame so early in the evening?" He asked a hint of amusement in his tone. "Better to wait, I think. Call it a parting gift."

Radu was convinced that the party truly hadn’t started until he arrived. And while the night was still young he could also be rather fashionably late as well. In fact, he planned it all to a t. Show up, schmooze, have some drinks, leave with some party favors. And no one would suspect anything the wiser.

The Ravnos Ancilla planned to do just exactly that.

While he wore one of his cleaner, silken shirts he also adorned himself with draping fabric. All of which had varitable pockets to place items he would be procuring this night. And oh, procure he would. There would be many there all glitzed and glammed up with their finest jewels and shiniest of baubles. Many of which would just so happen to land right in his pocket this very evening.

He was a theif. A scoundrel. Radu stole from everyone and anyone who he deemed worth the trouble. And really when was thieving ever really any trouble to him? It was more lucrative than anything else.

As he made his way up the steps the steps of the mansion he made note of the four who seemed to be standing right in the door way blocking entry to the party. Ah-haaaaaaa. A golden opportunity presented itself right off the bat. How lucky for him. Two, at least seemed rather well off while the other two gave him the heebie jeebies. He’d make a quick little scene, grab what he could and book it to the bar to scope out his next mark. Easy peasy and all in a good days work.

The fluttering touch of greeting from Grendel pleased Caius greatly. That the god had deigned to come at all was a blessing, and one for which the Toreador Disciple was grateful. He still needed to actually pay his respects to the god ... and greet his fellow Disciples.

Yes, indeed, Asana knew what Caius wished before he'd asked it, and he gave a little tut of his tongue. "We've broken in the dance floor, but it might be time to greet our illustrious guests." To greet them, and of course, to get closer to the gossip. The power of Elysium should keep the vampires from having an outright brawl among one another, but that didn't mean there wasn't something juicy to witness, as the bondage of peace was strained. Perhaps he'd be inspired to paint a piece of art in honor of the night. Additionally, getting to schmooze and mingle would allow him a better look at who was wearing what, and whether he'd need to send out some gifts of fashion with the guests.

With Asana on his arm, the man stepped back into the main hall. Three men and a lady... and they were all standing right in front of the door. Tch. Talk about a party foul. Still, it would be a bit of a delight to see how this scene might play out. "Ah, Narcise, darling -- how wonderful of you to step out of those woods and make such an elegant appearance. Tu es magnifique!" She was, of course, elegant in her very old-fashioned way. Yes, yes, she would go on his list of fashion emergencies .... Surely, he could doll her up with a woodsy makeover, or at least, a dress made of moss and natural fabrics. Something fit for the Lhiannan Disciple that was both complimentary to the woman but also something full of style.

She wasn't the only one, of course, that had caught his eye. The Cappadocian's that were mingling with the Giovanni, were well in need of a bit of perfume, or perhaps some cologne? Something that didn't scream of death. There was a fine line between Clan pride and just not bothering with basic vampiric hygiene. "Are you enjoying yourself, madam?"

Cheri

It seemed that they were beginning to draw attention both from those trying to enter the mansion and those who had already found their way inside. Unfortunately to those who hoped they would move, Constancia barely noticed her surroundings outside of the two Giovanni who stood before her. In her eerie lilted words, there had been no hint of threat, though her presence alone was perhaps threat enough. She had not and would never pretend to be innocent when it came to the spilled blood of the betrayers. Even now, if she could find a way to harm her former enemies without it ever being traced back to her, she would not hesitate.

She could sense their discomfort, their utter repulsion toward her, and it only elated her, a grin splitting her face once more. "Your husband?" Her voice echoed, whispers upon whispers. "Well, isn't. That. Something." With each word, her head slowly turned toward Vinny, until he held her full attention.

And then she felt him, that familiar thrum of power that made her whole body visibly shudder. The voices had not told her of Lazar's presence at the party and had been too distracting for her to notice until that moment when he was so near he could not possibly be ignored. His voice cut through her, and for a moment, her smile faltered.

"Well. Well well. That is a shame, isn't it?" Her voice had become lower, and throatier, the echoes dissipating as though she'd been abandoned by the whispers that guided her. Lazar's presence did have that effect, at times. "Did you hear that, darling? Our dearest Ambrogino will not be gracing us with his company, tonight." She tilted her head up, back, and further back still until her hood slipped just enough for a glint of white eyes to show as she looked up at Lazar's face behind her.

"But I hear his name constantly in the air." She stated as she tilted her head forward again, the hood shifting back into place with the movement. "His name falls from lips in quiet corners. The b*****d son of The Deceiver. He plots, and he moves his chess pieces across the board. Will you be the one to topple him?" Her voice was becoming heightened with every word, faster and frenzied as she spoke, and she pointed one long, clawed finger directly at Claudius before letting it drop again.

"No, you won't. I know.I know. Nobody ever listens, but I know. Where is he, Claudius? Where is my darling childe" These last questions were hissed from between gritted teeth as she suddenly took a step forward toward the Giovanni, her face tilted up toward him, standing on her toes, staring him in the eyes from behind the lace of her hood.

And within half a moment later, she relaxed, her head tilting to one side. "Shhhhhhhhh!!" She motioned to the three men around her, whether or not they spoke, waving at them as if to to shut them up. She stood for a few beats as if listening to something only she could hear.

"Oh!" She spoke and perked up again with a smile. "I suppose I could just ask one of your children if they know. Are any of them here?"

It wasn’t as if the whole party was some secret mystery to Ambrosius Giovanni. Everyone had been invited. Everyone. And as luck would have it he had been home from his wandering with his uncle while the whole affair was going on. This would be the perfect opportunity to get out from the main estate and do a little leg stretching. Maybe have a few drinks, do some dancing. These kind of things weren’t done very frequently when one was on the road. At least not on this scale or grandeur. And he had always heard that Toreador parties were some of the best so why not check it out? He had nothing better to do in his spare time.

Well no, that wasn’t entirely true. There were other things he would much rather be doing but he was there in the city for now until the appointed day that his uncle had told him to return.

Although he did feel a little awkward going by himself. He would have much preferred someone to accompany him. A very particular somebody in fact. Someone who filled up his thoughts night in and night out. Gayal. Barely a moment could pass where he was not often thinking about the large male. Thinking about when they might see one another next. When they might share tales with one another an a spiced bottle of wine near the campfire. To say that the young vampire was a bit smitten would of been an understatement.

Luckily for him all his things still remained where he had left them in his room. Nothing had been rifled through so it was easy enough to find something nice to wear. A black silk shirt open to his stomach with a pair of nice slacks and shoes. Tonight instead of wearing his two toned hair down he wore it up, keeping it up off his pale neck and shoulders. Tied and clasped with silver trappings that added more to his ethereal looks. Giving him that Fae like quality.

He didn’t expect much when he arrived. And he certainly did not expect to find his father’s standing in the door way speaking to two very…..odd looking people. Quietly he slipped past, barely making a sound as he melted into the crowd. Heading towards the bar where he ordered himself a drink and as he waited he let his golden gaze sweep about the room. What a shame he would probably spend this night alone. Perhaps later he would check out the club side for a little dancing. Surely that scene would have sent Gayal for a loop. Although the type of dance was not quiet unlike that of the dancing he had seen the Ravnos of the Kumpania do.

Finally his gaze settled upon Augustus who was looking as dashing as ever. But of course he was. The young Giovanni expected nothing less from the older male but he did not flag him down to talk. Simply nodded his greeting in his direction and if he became aware of his grandson then so be it. But he would not fault Augustus if he did not visit. He was a very busy man after all.

There was a thrum of power in the middle of the room. One that was familiar and yet strange to him. As if by no choice of his own he suddenly became very aware of the tall red haired male standing next to the shorter, darker haired male. There was sudden recognition where there once was none. The God of Vampires.

My my, so many would certainly be kicking themselves for missing this affair. Luckily for him he had decided to come.

Vinny remained close to Claudius, his arm still laced with the others as Lazar approached. Another Cappadocian, that much was patently clear, and another powerful one at that. Everyone was crawling out of the woodwork this night, weren't they? Thankfully, Aureliano had disappeared into another room... and none of his other children were seemingly present.

Constancia.

The voice of the man confirmed exactly who was before them, and the pit of his stomach dropped. He knew enough history to know this did not bode well for the family. She seemed to have wanted to find Ambrogino, who thank Grendel, hadn't shown up this night. Was the Ante aware of his sire's return? It was shock enough to see her alive and seemingly well... But she did seem obsessive concerning his whereabouts. Gods only knew what might have happened had he actually been there.

When the woman slowly turned to smile at him, Vinny found his own smile a touch more forced than usual. She was certainly ... something. However, he did incline his head in her direction -- he knew they were to be on their best behavior. Still, he said nothing for now -- they weren't here for him, after all, and he had no desire to entertain her, either.

So he stayed quiet.

Vinny's grip tightened on Claudius once more as the woman moved toward him, demanding to know from his husband where Ambrogino was... Surely, Claudius could handle himself. The Antediluvian was a powerful vampire, but that didn't mean things couldn't, or wouldn't get ugly. But he would let him handle it. He would stay calm and cordial, all things polite.

He could handle himself. He wasn't concerned.

But then she mentioned his children.

The ancilla's eyebrow twitched slightly but he bit his tongue. What was he going to say to that? "So inquisitive," he chuckled, hoping to distract from that particular line of conversation. "And such a smile," he complimented. "I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you before. Either of you," he added, including the large, white eyed gentleman behind her.

Thank the gods, Ignatius wasn't anywhere nearby. And lo, Augustus himself had stepped into the room, in all his terrible elegance. Perhaps things would turn around for them all. Perhaps they could wriggle out of this conversation and separate. Perhaps this was an auspicious sign...

But then, of course, in would stroll none other than his precious bambino, Ambrosius, and his heart sunk. What was he doing here? Shouldn't he have been with Ambrogino? And if he was here, did that mean Ambrogino was lurking somewhere in the shadows nearby? He didn't dare look at him, pretending he hadn't seen him, was unaware of who he was....But all he really wanted to do was leave Claudius, and herd his babies back to the Giovanni mansion. They were adults, certainly, but they were still all very young.

Elysium or not, Vinny was already all partied out.

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