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((Dragomir Temple conference room ))
Mortll looked at the crystal clear liquid in the bottle . It reflected in the artificial light as she placed it in the cooler and poured the ice over the others she had placed in it . It had been ages since she had water she wouldn't have bothered now but since the new dynamics of Voodoo Dragons and Dragomir it had become necessary to be considerate of human needs once more. She had Arbor Vitae as well for the more vampiric members of the group.


This was going to be the first official Meeting of Voodoo Dragons. She was quite proud of the accomplishments they had made in the short few months since they had really formed. It was now time to take stock . It would also be the first official meeting since The Otters and the Protégé members had become part of her Rage and she wanted to see the new group dynamics in action .

wearing

Long dull black leather coats are fabulous for walking around at night in a city that always seems to have more than it's fair share of people walking around in darkened streets trying to not draw attention to themselves. Such coats also fabulous for presenting a dashing figure, zipping along darkened streets on a somewhat well tuned motorcycle, coat flapping in the wind, unless of course you weren't exactly trying to draw attention to yourself. We'll come back to this thought later.

Not quite knowing exactly what to expect, Llangort parked across the street and looked over at the cathedral. Quite the 'neogothic architectural delight' according to the tourist map he made good use of when first arriving in the city, and yet, this was his first visit. A fact made a little more ironic due to it's at least symbolic importance to his inherited bloodline. A few people had made their way into the building as he watched, not clear if there for the meeting or just visiting, so he made his way in, through the front door of a cathedral. No idea why the brief moment of uneasiness, he had used the front door to a building before.

Llangort easily found the stairs, mentally thanking the well thought out directions he'd been given, and started on his way to the conference area, hoping he'd have at least some choice of where to sit. He wasn't exactly likely to be the 'youngest' at the meeting, but it often pays to show at least some knowledge of place, and show some form of respect. That much he had learned, somewhere, somewhen.

Entering the conference room, he spotted two whose faces he thought he should recognise, nodding 'formally' to each, then a hint of a smile and a longer deeper nod somewhat reminiscent of a bow to Mortll, before coming to terms with the whole where to sit issue.

Llangort knew that long leather coats are not so good for some things, like sitting down on a sensible chair, without being and looking uncomfortable. That being said, take any number of a range of at least somewhat sensible chairs, turn it around to sit on it 'front to back' and voila, long black leather coat no longer an impediment. Putting this knowledge into practice he spins a suitable chair round as he moves back a little from centre of the meeting area, closer to Mortll than the other two, and sits with a practised, but not extravagant, coat swirl.

Almost as an afterthought, he removes his black knitted cap, a curl of black hair falling either side of his face as he shoves it into a coat pocket. He looks back round the room, before resting his chin on his arms, crossed on the back of the chair.