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Taking note of the others being asked to check their weapons at the door, Tacitus would follow suit soon after handing over his invitation. With a slight nod to Bertuicco he handed over his invitation, "Temporal Overseer Tacitus Nusradai of Genesis." Looking to the announcer's companion he slid his two rather oversized handguns from their holsters, nearly inaudible clicks indicating the safety mechanisms engagingas he handed each of them over, his fingers trailing almost too long on the one he held in his right hand. As he reached for the mace at his side he hesitated, "I would ask that no one touch my mace. Even though it is a weapon of war it is an antique, and as antiques happen to be it is rather tempermental." He gave a smile, "I don't suppose you have a case or even a bag to place it in? Perhaps a safe to make sure it doesn't get ou- er, lost?" He really did hate the thing, for it never seemed to leave him alone after the event with Cai and the damned girl with her blasted mirror. If some container were provided Tacitus would place it inside, his fingers almost unwilling to break contact with the wicked looking weapon, "And then that would be all I have on me." It was true he had more weapons, but those three hardly left his side, whether by his will or theirs. So disarmed he would make his way into the main room, his eyes resting on the man playing with souls with a look of distaste, but then settling on the refreshments with a childlike grin.

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Uh-- o-oh... yes... h-hello. N-n-Nana...

*Still stuttering through most conversations, KB was the first to actually call Nana, Mastema's wife outside of anyone in the Citadel. For the most part no one knew, or cared to notice. The two seemed out of place as it were, and heaven forbid anyone actually notice their respective wedding bands. Now that Nana was here she seemed a little nervous, perhaps it was all the new faces. A light blush would cross her cheeks as, a sign that everything was otherwise normal*

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Mastema chuckled when Tegral left. The conversation was more pleasant than he'd expected, but that didn't mean his opinion of Tegral had changed any. If the man wanted to supiorize himself why being idle, there was nothing for him to complain about. Finally being left alone, Mastema turned to the table to see what delicacies they might have to try here. The man toying with souls was a nuisance at best, a man simply trying to call attention to himself.

Than was aware of Karinth's manipulations but didn't feel the need to intervene yet. If the man continued to make a scene of himself or tried something over the top, Than would more than gladly knock his lights out. For the moment, he stood somewhat toward the center of the room, looking up toward the balcony that Gan was supposed to appear from as if he were annoyed at being kept here so long without a cause. It was almost as if he'd forgotten it was a party and thought it was the stage for someone's declaration of war.

Bertuicco would announce the 'temperal overlords' arrival. "Introducing-- Temporal Overseer Tacitus Nusradai, of Genesis." Baptistain would take the guns and place them aside, and as per request, made a padded case avilable for the mace. Any other weapons would be deactivated upon entrance to the building. "There, that 'aut to do it." Once inside, Baptistain would move the weapons into the room, and place them until the party was over. Meanwhile Haydée was with The Count, preparing to make their entrance. "Here are your pills." , "Thank you." , "It is almost time. Several people have gathered, just as you wished." , "Yes, something to be greatful for. There was enough curiosity to make my introduction a success." , "Here... let me do that for you." Haydée would proceed to straighten The Count's cravat, before standing back and taking up her original spot. "Well then, we are just about ready. Take my arm dear." , "Nnn." Taking The Count's arm as a lady Haydée was ready to greet the crowd with The Count at any time. Her dress was beautiful, it showed off all of her curves and appeal. Haydée was meant to be looked at, a beautiful doll, who moved at The Count's whims.

o.o

Wha--what?

*Nana seemed more than a little surprised that KB knew of the children, let alone their birthday, though that was several months passed now. Thanatos had a lot to talk about, but Nana didn't know it was he who had said anything. She wasn't shy anymore, no, it was more like apprehension. So instead of being shy, now she was a little on edge. KB had strange affects on women, that was for sure. Nana would likely continue to stutter her way through the conversation. There was no real dislike towards KB, just surprise*

Y-yes...

Mastema was at the table inspecting the choices of food, so his back was turned when Bell's course had been interrupted. Mastema didn't realize Bell had even been planning to talk with him, not that Mastema wouldn't be able to understand Griffin's choice. Still, there were only a hand full of people in this room who could be thought of as less potentially dangerous than Mastema was now.

Than was also unaware of what was going on, still glaring at the balcony with an indeterminate look on his face. He wasn't particularly paying attention to the party. Although, if he'd known about Griffin's little intervention, he might have laughed. It was a wonder how many people Griffin would keep Bell from meeting with.

Twi shook his head lightly at the sight and approached Griffin after he'd successfully diverted Bell. "Well you haven't changed that much," Twi smiled, amused. "Although I'll give it to you you gained a good few feet since we last actually met." Twilight extended his hand to Griffin. Griffin already knew anything about Twilight that Kai did, but Twi still didn't know terribly much about Griffin in return. Maybe he might actually get his own chance to make a judgment tonight.

*Kaiori almost flinches at his comment. Sure KB was observant, but it probably wouldn’t take a genius to see she was on edge. She was being far too transparent about everything and as much as she was hungry she’d hate to spoil a lovely evening, so she’d mess things up another time. Carefully she shrugs her shoulders and lets her smooth hair cover her ears, muffling the sound of pulses echoing in her mind. She then places a delicate hand slightly over her nose and mouth, it would seem like a gesture of modesty when it had a darker but much needed purpose.* I’m fine, just a little under the weather, you know how it is. *Her redden lips smile softly behind her hand and she generally seems to have had a change for the better.*