<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><em><strong>7:16 PM, Tuesday, March 13, 2013 - Washington D.C., Tremere Chantry</strong></em><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Sebastian_Richter-small.jpg)</div><br/>A wary set of gray eyes opened, giving a semblance of life to what had moments ago been a pristine unmoving corpse, resting within a tall armoire that looked unremarkable from the outside, but looked much like a coffin inside, with light padding and soft red silk on its walls.<br/><br/>The man inside was fully clothes in formal wear; tall and gaunt, with silver streaks in his black hair and beard, he had quite a sour look on his face that improved little when he saw who was waiting for him.<br/><br/>In front of the casket stood a young woman, slim and attractive in an understated way, her brown hair styled into a braided ponytail that hung over her right shoulder, with some bangs loose on each side. "Sir," she called out demurely, fiddling with her hands in a nervous gesture as the man's eyes fell upon her. Whatever she expected from him, it had her heart beating rapidly.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Katherine_Tremaine-small.jpg)</div><br/>"Ah, Katherine," he called, his displeased expression finally smoothing out into a more neutral one. "Your punctuality is appreciated. You have arranged for suitable transport?"<br/><br/>"Yes, sir. A limousine, driver-less, as you asked." she confirmed with a nod.<br/><br/>"Excellent. Appearances must be maintained." He brushed through his beard, once, in thought as his gaze casually wandered around the room, a study full of books, instruments and various oddities, before his attention was drawn back to the woman.<br/><br/>Sebastian D. Richter, Tremere apprentice and Neonate, had been called to Elysium. If rumors were to be believed, it was to be a large one, so many would attend. In order to make the most of it, he had already cleaned and dressed himself for the occasion before retiring the night before - one of the more subtle advantages of Kindred existence, the lack of sweat and tendency to muss one's hair while sleeping, so he looked as pristine as he ever did.<br/><br/>And while he didn't make a habit of feeding from the woman currently standing to his front, his personal ghoul retainer by the name of Katherine Tremaine, Sebastian had full intentions of availing himself tonight. Though he was by no means malnourished, the vampire wanted to be at his best and had no intentions of wasting his time with a hunt this evening.<br/><br/>"You know why I asked you to come," he said, though it had never been a request, the intent clear as he opened his arms and forced a wan smile upon his lips.<br/><br/>She swallowed heavily, doing the same, and bared her neck for her vampiric domitor. A moment later, he had his hands around her shoulders and his teeth sunk into her soft skin. </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><em><strong>9:45 PM, Tuesday, March 13, 2012 - Washington D.C., John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts</strong></em><br/><br/>Sebastian Richter stepped out of the black limousine he had rented for the occasion, the curious frown on his face reflecting the trepidation he always felt before attending an important formal event, despite the frequency with which he forced himself to do so.<br/><br/>His attire for the night was elegant, but far from revolutionary: he wore a trim black suit with the appropriate waist-coat, a necktie of the same color and a red shirt underneath.  The black-lacquered cane he always carried matched the outfit well.<br/><br/>He paused a moment to adjust his cufflinks, then his tie; in the meantime, the driver stepped out of the limousine herself, revealing the slender form of his ghoul, wearing a dark brown dress that she didn't really look too comfortable in - or perhaps it was the company they would soon be keeping that had her nervous. Katherine locked the vehicle, only for her domitor to quickly approach her in two steps and hand her his cellphone, a set of keys and his purse.<br/><br/>The cellphone was empy of contacts, of course, but it would serve as a means to contact him in an emergency while his ghoul held onto it outside of the restricted area.<br/><br/>"You remember where to go, I trust?" he asserted, not really expecting an answer as he headed towards the entrance, with the aid of his walking cane.<br/><br/>After a brief exchange with Vitel's guards, he continued onwards, towards the halls of Elysium.