Meeting the Prince (Belle/Amy/Open)

Octavian shook his head, in response to Angel's outburst, still smiling.

"It's alright, she's fine Angel."

He continued petting her as he spoke.

"Amy was betrayed by a Tremere she held in the highest esteem. She's not the kind of person who makes the same mistake twice."

Angel lowered his head in thoughtfulness. She had a perfectly good reason for her hatred of them. Angel knew what that was like. He, too, had been betrayed by the tremere. It's not likely that becoming a lasambra would have been any better but still... Then his family wouldn't hate him... Maybe...

"Indeed it is..."

He would respond to Belle's statement solemnly. He would reach for the drink Cho had made for him and sipped at it. It was an interesting drink. Strong, burning, and intense, exactly what he needed right now. After a sip he would let out a sigh.

"I feel for the Prince. I understand how it feels to be betrayed by the tremere..."

Then he would take another drink. Well he would definitely have something in common with the Prince though who know if it'll matter.

"I'm not certain you do, stranger."

Her voice rang clear, like a bell, as the door to her study opened to reveal the ever-elegant Amy O'Connor. Her hair was a delicate silver, twisted and held by pins into a complicated and intricate pattern upon her head. A black dress with far too many ruffles and petticoats adorned her frame, and upon her arms were her signature black silk gloves. The only skin visible was that on her face, just like a proper lady. She looked directly removed from a time long, long passed.

"Welcome to Nagasaki."

She seemed to glide as she walked, passing Angel with a well guarded look. Behind her trailed a brunette Asian man who was probably quite difficult to recognize without his make up. Luckily, Belle's nose did not lie. She jumped off Octavian's lap, kitten in tow, and ran towards the second newcomer. "Mister Clown!!" She cooed. Amy offered her an almost affectionate smile, giving a shake of her head, before she turned to her husband.

"My love," she murmured, placing a kiss upon his cheek. It was a powerful gesture, full of emotion. Turning, she offered a silent greeting to her Primogen, who tilted his head at an awkward angle to smile at her. "Cho, dear, a glass of wine would be nice."

Warmth radiated from Octavian to clash with Amy's frigid exterior. The kiss was the perfect example, warmth flowing from Octavian, melting the icy cold exterior of the beautiful Prince, meanwhile, her frozen touch brought out a bit more of the proper Ventrue in him, just a bit more stoic. They balanced one another out perfectly.

"Evening." He smiled as she pulled away, his eyes moving toward the kitty that bad just jumped from his lap, warm brown eyes widening.

Angel watched Belle ramble for a moment before the Prince again spoke to him. Turning his attention back to her he realized she was standing and Angel was currently in the only chair next to her husband. Standing up he would move so that she would be unobstructed from sitting, if she so chose.

"Belle, come here and leave the nice man that made you a balloon alone for now."

If she tried to argue he would just stare at her and point for her to stand next to him. Finally he would to face the Prince he would look her in they eye, not as a challenge but as to show respect as well that she had his complete attention.

"My name is Angel, and this is my cousin, Belle. We are from clan Mau. Our clan is bred and trained till our 21st birthday to be warriors and spies of the sabbat. Specifically the lasambra clan. However on my cousins birthday she was taken by one from the tzimisce clan and changed against her will. But she's a bit... Slippery when she wants to be. Despite her appearance she is well trained and can get out of a situation she doesn't want to be in. On my 21st birthday I was tricked by one from the tremere clan. I spent the next year gouled and learned about what fate I would have had. After I was embraced I filling expected to be locked in by the blood bond that all tremere have after their... 'Initiation' however I found that I was not bond. My embrace was incomplete and therefore I have no allegiance to the tremere council. Belle found me and together we have been running away from our past."

Angel sighed.

"Unfortunately despite our best efforts our family, the sabbat, and the tremere keep coming after us like a pack of rabid wolves. So we came here seeking your protection. We've heard many rumors on our journey that you and your court are among the strongest in the world. So we would like to request protection in your territory, and in return we offer you our services in anything you see fit."

When he finished speaking Angel would bow his head.

"If what we ask is to big of a burden we understand and only ask for a few days to collect ourselves before we continue running."

Amy remained silent and still as he spoke, a statue of chill. She showed no emotion during his tale, seeming separated from the situation as a whole. She despised the Tremere Clan, and had for far too many years. It burned within her, roiling her stomach and making her vision fuzzy. Yet, with Octavian's warmth clinging to her, she managed her calm.

He was damned lucky her husband was there.

Appraising Angel and his still, finally silent companion, she offered a twitch of her lips. Their offer was one many had made, but with war so close, it was not something to be scoffed at. "And what do you have to offer, renegades of Clan Mau?" She asked softly. "Without the cup, you will serve to worsen the City's relations with the local Tremere. With a Tzimisce in tow, you will bring the eye of the Sabbat. You have admitted to being groomed and trained to be a spy against the Traditions of the Camarilla. So what is it that you have to offer?"

Surprisingly, there was no hatred or hostility in her voice. She spoke with a disturbing and cold calm. There was no dismissal, but she did not appear welcoming. It was obvious that her gaze made Belle uncomfortable, but even that passed beyond her notice. Angel was speaking to her, so it was Angel she focused on.

She hesitated a moment, allowing herself to contemplate his offer. While it promised to be a good one, it also risked him knowing far too much to inform the Sabbat. Her lips twitched at that thought, and while it might seem minor to any looking, Finn and Octavian would know just how dangerous that tiny twitch happened to be.

Amy turned her attention to Belle, then. "Powerhouse?" She questioned. "Would you be willing to prove your power against one of my warriors?"

The little kitten tilted her head to one side, meowing curiously. She then turned to look up at Angel, questioningly. She kept her mouth closed after her initial mew, allowing him to make the decision.