Summons:*(Attn: Simon)(invite only)

Mai scrunched up her nose at the smell of the place as she left the sewers. Alcohol and bodies. Worse than the smell of the place was the nerve wracking noise and constant thumping. Gritting her teeth and holding the small metal cannister tighter, Mai scanned the club. The other that she sought was here but it would take time to find him with so many people.

Mai moved through the crowd, many seemed to part out of her path of their own accord, shying away from the strange Asian girl in a solid white traditional kimono embossed with dragons and mountains in shiny white thread and folded silk blindfold. There were many outlandish costumes in the House of Pain, it was doubtful that simply wearing something somewhat out of the norm would have drawn this much attention but the blindfold and Mai's formal air seemed to disturb the more attentive in the crowd.

Not everyone was keen enough to pick up on her lack of belonging. One man in leather with a whip coiled at his waist grinned at her and attempted to slide closer, reaching out a hand to take her sleeve.

"Nice threads. I like a little foreign exchange now an.... Hey! Ow!"Â?

Mai had silently reached out and twisted his wrist away from her outfit before he could touch it, not even bothering to turn her head in his direction as she continued forward in the room, pushing the man out of her way by the hand hold she had made of his wrist.

"Did you see that?"Â?

"Should know, don't mess with Asian chicks, man, even the cutest looking of them can probably kick your ass."Â?

"She didn't even look at him! Can she see in that thing?"Â?

Mai tilted her head to the side, listening. She frowned in concentration and stood still in the middle of the dance floor. There it was, the quiet lilt of Huntington's voice, his subtle accent. She had finally managed to pick it out through the strain of everything else in the place.

Moving swiftly through the crowd, she came to the more quiet private booths and stood next to Simon's table.

Quietly she set down the intricate silver metal scroll case capped with gothic design work on the ends but smooth along the blackened tubing until you reached the center which held the combined marks of Anantya and Evenhet.

"Simon Huntington, You have been summoned."Â?

((OOC: Permission granted to find Simon in a booth.))

The House of Pain had never been his first choice. It was Ellis who enjoyed the pained atmosphere and easy hunting. It was loud and in addition to that, the people were loud.

He hated loud people.

Simon was there with a purpose, however. Nova had notified him of the murders at the Hillman warehouse remains. He needed to make sure it wasn't one of the clan, and if it was, he'd need to dispatch whatever idiot had done it. The day to day toils of running a clan were getting to him. The...babysitting, the coddling...it annoyed him to no end. Simon dismissed a younger Tacharan from his booth, satisfied that they had nothing to do with the kill when the inevitable approached him in the form of a little girl.

“Simon Huntington, You have been summoned.”

It was Mai. The horribly old, white eyed Anantya Elder. He had never had the pleasure (or misfortune) to speak with Mai face to face, only seeing her always from behind Ellis. Now here she was, blindfolded and summoning him.

Simon swallowed, albeit difficultly, and reached out to put his hand on the metal scroll. His hand hovered over it a moment, looking at Mai, then he put his hand down around the cold casing and pulled it to him. Simon knew this was coming but it was still a horrifying surprise. To be summoned...by the council. Slowly Simon stood and with a respectful nod, he acknowledged Mai and the summons.

What do you say to a four thousand year old vampire? More importantly, was he suppose to be this awe struck? He cleared his throat and spoke.

'Mai, it's an honor. When and where?'

Mai tilted her head to the side and smiled slightly at the 'other'. He was interesting this orphan, as they called themselves. Simon could have been one of the Hunt. He had the patience, silence and skill that she felt were necessary but those qualities and more made him a good leader for his people. Reports came back to Anantya that the group Tacharan were in turmoil. They were prepared for trouble and had been watchful lest their people get brought into the middle of it.

Anantya had expected more fighting from the Orphans amongst themselves. Some of her clan even predicted that the group would fall apart and become little clusters of clanless souls, easier to pick off or bring into the fold. She listened to the postulations of her Huntsman but she did not believe so.

Because of this man. She had watched Simon while others were watching Ellis; the Celt had been obvious and overt in her methods, she ruled with fear and savage strength but Simon earned loyalty by giving it. He was the heart of Tacharan and while he was still alive the Orphans would continue to be bound together.

" In seven nights. The council chamber resides in Anantya."Â?

As was right, in her eyes, they were the oldest surviving clan; the others should come to them.

"You have that much time to prepare yourself. Use it wisely."Â?

Having done what she came to do, Mai turned and disappeared in the sea of dancing bodies.

((OOC: Mai out. Enjoy your evening :vampgrin ))

Simon took a deep breath after Mai conducted her business and then took her leave. Prepare himself...he wasn't quite sure what that meant. Turning the scroll over in his hands, he looked at the design carved into the metal. The scroll itself was probably older than him. Tacharan will never have the history that Anantya has, but he was lucky if they made it past this meeting.

Quietly Simon slipped out of his booth and left the noisy bar.

((OOC simon out))