Many remained frozen as Kaiser forced his way into the room, some more shocked than others. A man dressed as a jester sat upon a chair, with legs crossed and back hunched over the table. Rarely did he leave the upper floors of the castle, and one could tell he was not particularly happy about doing so now. While Daemala had exhibited anger, Reisel Dracul had moved not a muscle, and Casren stay still except for his eyes and smile. What was with that smile, anyway? It had begun as Kaiser arrived, twitching and itching, shadowing every aspect of his face except for his mouth. Had he noticed Lazarus's discontent, did he smell Ix in lurking?
Reisel certainly smelled the flesh being, his eyes flicked over Ix and Lazarus. The armoured being seemed to know Daemala, but that was not the concern of the moment. Slamming a fist on the table, Reisel reacted to the state of the army in the hall. As no others appeared to express distaste, save for the silent Lazarus who had dissapeared from the room and out into the hall, Reisel chose to remain silent.
Now as Alucard spoke, Casren twinged in alarm. His mind swam to one monster in particular, who he feared would find offense in Alucard's words. Monsters or men? Certainly they were not dogs, no. Nasty, slobbering wolves were usually their enemy. However monsters technically they were all, some even more than others.
Mortuus Casren didn't think of as a monster, unlike others in the group, but she was certainly no Man. And what of the flesh eaters? What of those plagued and cursed in their nighthood? Daemala would think of the Harlequin and Lazarus. What of bloodthirst attracted her to sire? Were her kin Monsters , Men, or merely her dogs?
Reisel curled a fist, still glaring at Kaiser, disappointed his actions were not punished as of yet. He knew of monsters, he knew of dogs. He also knew of blabber and talk, and those who did far too much of it. Looking from Casren, who still had that look, to Alucard, who spoke of their duty of the night, he wondered what his family would have to say. The other Dracul's. In truth, Casren too was curious, looking to the Monarchs of the room.
Daemala, however, was far more concerned with the leaving of her kin. He was upset, and she hoped he would not act brashly. Hating the meeting already, she looked for solace in other female members of the group. Perhaps they would help her steer to lighter topics, or at least pass notes. It would seem perfectly timed, the body thumped through the hall door and onto the table, a dead guard landing directly infront of Kaiser.
Dakida gave a light chuckle as the corpse landed on the table. Clearly amused, his eyes looked from Alucard to the rest of the group of people. Other then that however, he remained quiet. Not wanting to say anything, gaging the other's reactions, focusing on Kaiser's mostly. From what he had observed, Kaiser seemed to be the one to hate...he wondered why that was. Casren, however seemed to lose his amusement in the slightest.
"Complacency indeed," Casren noted the restlessness of his Kin, staring at the corpsed corpse. "It would be unwise to stop until we have assured the stability of every one of our kind, assured their alliance, their compliance, and their satisfaction with the night."
Judging by the body upon the table, at least one member of their kind was not satisfied with the night. Several thump's sounded from out in the hall as another body sailed into the meeting, followed by a loud crash. Whatever Lazaruswas doing out there,he was far beyond being unsatisfied.
Much fixing to be done, Casren would think to himself as Reisel slammed his fists again and stood, shooting a harsh look at Daemala to please control her Kin. They were no dogs.
"And what of the army?" Spoke a small voice from the shadows, to the blatant displeasure of Reisel Dracul. Daemala took this opportunity to slip to the hall. Manik Chakur, former enigma, stepped to face his brethren. He was an elusive member, but a determined one with dedication. A true Detente Vampire. "Surely they can help the unsatisfied," Manik said with a smile, red eyes bulging from darkened lids. Riesel and Casren looked for Yves's reaction at this. As a flesh eater, Manik was never opposed to the spilling of blood, and quite liked the dynamic of his new home.
The Harlequin too had found his new home in Castle Vankoryth, but that didn't extend to all of it. Much preferring the upper floors, he felt considerably out-of-place attending the meeting. Eventually he looked up, having not been paying too much attention thus far, and began to admit it. "What's happening? I'm getting bored."
"Harlequin!" Echoed in Daemala from the hall, a reprimand from afar. She was never too busy, and never truly tired, of giving this kin Hell. Outside of the room, Daemala was working to find Lazarus and bring him back.
