Tatiana Brandt: She crosses through the gateway without so much as a backwards glance onto the bustling city. Obviously, there's a preference for the park. A simple backpack is slung over her shoulders, rather laden with her textbooks and whatnot. Straight from class, to library, to the park. Her single braid is loosely bound, with fine snow blond hair wisping out fromit around her face and neck.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Rught at her sister's side, walking in step with her...the two cut a striking image of Aryan beauty together. She adjusts the canvas pack, steps direct and straightforward as she mirrors Tanja's footfalls along the path of the Park.

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: There are quite a few things nobody could honestly call these twins. Wavering, hesitent, uncertain, meek, and mild are glaringly among those off-limits words. They walk side by side naturally and with purpose. Their footfalls land at the same time. They would be identical, if Tanja weren't dressed completely in white, right down to the shoe laces. Just now, she's not heading directly toward redbones. They've still got some time before their shift really begins.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Annika, meanwhile, is the opposite in dress, black covering her straight posture, long arms and legs, sure feet. The proud, upward tilt to their chin denotes something gentile...another word verboten would be 'common,' for common they are certainly not. Annika reaches up to curl a disobediant few strands of hair behind her ear, pale blue eyes scanning the vicinity. There's little in the need of verbal communication from them on trival matters like direction, and they seem to both know intrinsically where the other is going.

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: She looks straight ahead on their path. While aware, even in this 'casual' setting there's a composure about her - them, untouchable. Even when she begins to speak to her sister, it's plain enough that she's still aware of her surroundings. Her tone is even and measured, betraying nothing on the surface of how disturbing this news actually is. "We haven't recieved a reply, yet."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "I know." The slightest nod of her head, continuing along with her sister's footsteps in perfect time. "I am hoping Hagen-rhya can tell us something more, when next we see him."

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: Her faint nod mimics her twin's, wisps of blond bobbing with the gesture. "Did he know Victor?" she wonders aloud of her own memory, and Annika's.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "I do not recall. It must be likely...Hagan-rhya was Black Hammer-rhya's son, so surely he knew of him, I would imagine." She throws Tatiana the briefest glance, an unspoken word between them regarding the former Grand Elder and his ultimate fate.

Natalyia Rákóczi: http://profiles.retrokitten.com/posts/user_account/687.jpg?943280 *a petite powerhouse of grace and nobility , strength and breeding(spec preternatural grace, pb3 shadowlord)m some air about her speaks of an innate confidence, let alone magnetism(animal mag. merit). thin and slight, she still has a presence that cannot be ignored if she chooses to show it off, bright and alert hazel eyes that seem to change color with her moods(usually amber brown in color), pale fine smooth as porcelain skin, long dark hair down in loose smooth waves....everything about her, every detail, perfection and made perfect, simple but elegant black dress, a sparkling choker of a single line of what looks like emeralds around her neck, and black leather boots that zip up the calf to the knees, leather jacket to mid thigh*

Natalyia Rákóczi: *just taking a slow idle walk along the paths of the park, no real seeming destination in sight*

Natalyia Rákóczi: d10: per+alert: 5,9,2,4,4,2,7,

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: Tanja meets her momentary glance, a hard edge in her look - brief but meaningful. Pink lips purse, unadorned as they are, holding in the words she won't speak. And again, those pale blue eyes shift out to the park. "Why don't we sit? Hagen-rhya must come through here." She curves up the barest edge of a smile with more meaning to it than the look in its subtlety will display. "Maybe he'll be returning home soon, too."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She pauses, eyes scanning briefly around, and nods. "Yes," she agrees, finding a bench for them to sit upon. She walks with her sister up to it, backpack sliding gracefully off her shoulders, and she moves to sit with Tanja, glancing once again around the park.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: d10: Per+Alert: 9,10,4,9,4,

Brent Blackthorne: One of his trips into the city, incomplete without at least stepping foot into Central. He walks in. He moves with an easy grace, drilled into him since he was a tot, his head held aloft. Long, wavy, deep auburn locks set off his striking emerald green eyes. He is undeniably handsome, his features defiantly aristocratic, but his face has a hard, cold edge to it, something arrogant about the turn of his lips. He is strongly built, his shoulders broad and biceps pumped, his waist narrow, though he lacks the bulging deformity that some body builders get at the thighs. He stands tall at 6'4", an imposing figure in his early 20s. Wearing nice black slacks, a light, dark green cashmere sweater, and a long tan cashmere overcoat, with thin black gloves. http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Brent.jpg

Natalyia Rákóczi: *a few people here or there catch her eye, but soon enough she seems to bore and looks away as she walks with that amazingly graceful looong legged stride, eventually closing in on the ...oh.....how cute....twins......amber eyes flecked with green glancing over them curiously for a few moments*

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: d10: per + alert : 3,2,6,7,7,6,

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Her eyes fall on Natalyia, tracking her a few moments as she makes her way along the paths...the slightest raising of a pale brow, and a glance to Tanja, then back. Brent's presence is also noted, approaching. He gets a bit more interest from the dark-clad twin.

Brent Blackthorne: d10: per alert: 6,10,2,4,8,

Brent Blackthorne: He slows in his stride, rubbing his eyes a moment. It's like the most intense double vision, ever. And not far from them...no, that cannot be. Not here.

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: The twins seem to move in synch even in discarding backpacks, and sitting. Walking, nodding, breathing, talking - anything could be interchangable. Tanja is dressed well but not richly in pure white clothing - linens mostly, despite the season - that nod back to traditional styles. It's not hard for her cool blue eyes to catch some other figures in the park - among them a leather wearing woman whose presence just seems to disagree with the woman.

Natalyia Rákóczi: d10: per+alert: 8,9,7,5,2,4,2,

Natalyia Rákóczi: *sliding from the twins off elsewhere, she raises a brow...and blinks....a few times, delicate fingers gracefully brushing some hair back behind an ear, peering closer in brents direction*

Brent Blackthorne: He steels himself, moving purposefully in that direction. The twins, at least, deserve to be seen a bit more up close.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She catches the looks from Brent & Natalyia to each other, cool eyes passing between them. Resting calmly on the bench next to her sister, she is quiet, watching. As Brent comes up, she rises, head inclining in a deferential nod, eyes casting downward briefly in greeting.

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: Tanja glances back to Annika - and for some few, it's not hard to tell them apart. For the last three years, Tanja's worn nothing but mourning white. Ah, Friedrich's... Well. She glances to her sister, then back again to the man, and once more only briefly to the dark haired woman. Her attention settles on the man more certainly, steadily. Posture straight, chin high. The backpack is off aside on the bench, not the ground. When he nears, she stands in time with her sister. The only real difference in their mannerisms may be that Tanja's hands clasp one over the other, palms inward before herself.

Natalyia Rákóczi: *no real facial expression on her face as brent closes in heading in the general direction but more towards the twins, the raised brow lowers and she stands there quietly, watching, curious, arms folded easily in front of her, nodding to him slowly, almost a genteel regal movement of her head*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: No, no difference there...the black-dressed sister does likewise with her hands, folded together in front of her lap.

Brent Blackthorne: They are more incredible close up; he probably could have seen them from across the park. Etiquette dictates, however, that Natalyia is to be greeted first. He gives her a stiff, formal bow. "Duchess Rákóczi," he greets her in a tone that is nearly glacial but oh-so polite. He turns and gives the twins both a polite bow of his head. "Ladies," he greets, "Good evening to you both. I am Lord Brent Blackthorne." He has a distinct, uppercrust British accent, every word crisply enunciated.

Natalyia Rákóczi: Lord Blackthorne....a pleasure as usual...it has been a while....*blinking slowly....the same formal nearly glacial but polite tone, as if its ingrained....a glance to the twins curiously once more before looking back to brent, her own accent thick and eastern european*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Lord Blackthorne-rhya. Good evening." The calm alto of ther voice lowers in volume a tiny bit at the 'rhya,' so it carries no further then the small group. She lowers her head to him in a quite sincere, deferential show of respect.

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: "Lord Blackthorne-rhya," she greets politely in exact time with her twin. The 'rhya' is quieter, so as not to carry outside of their small group, and followed by a deferential nod, identical. "Good evening."

Annika Brandt [PB 5] -> Brent Blackthorne: ((We're figuring they know who Brent is, as they come from the same Sept...up to you if the twins are distinctive enough to have been familiar to him. *S*))

Brent Blackthorne -> Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((I was wondering if they were from that Sept. *G* Yes, excellent.))

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: "This is Annika, and I am Tatiana," she continues, head lowered now, "daughters of Friedrich Brandt." No question who this is. She speaks with a deep respect for her father's name, which does nothing to diminish present company.

Brent Blackthorne: "I have seen both of you ladies further upstate. It is a breath of fresh air that graces this park to see you here." His emerald eyes alight upon Natalyia. "Well. It seems you do turn up in unexpected places, Natalyia." Moving to her given name now that the greeting is done. "Last we had met was at that fancy dress ball in...what country was it?"

Brent Blackthorne: "Yes," he says with obvious respect, "your father's name is well known to me. An honor it is to meet you both at last."

Natalyia Rákóczi: austria, belgium....*shrugging an indifferent shoulder* I tend to forget, forgive.....so many of those blur together, brent...*giving a quiet smile and nod to him, eyes to the girls again as he speaks to them*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Thank you, rhya." She gives a respectful smile at the compliment, eyes lowering for amoment, then back up. "It is truly an honor to meet you finally, as well." She falls silent for a moment, so as not to interrupt the man's conversation.

Brent Blackthorne: "Yes, your social life is a whirlwind, I am certain. How the posh life must weigh upon you." He is ultra polite speaking to her, but there is an undertone of sarcasm lacing his words.

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: When the two speak, she goes silent. There's a proud cast to her, a reflection of her father and the dignity that comes to those who earn it - unflinching hard work and duty are what can lift up her chin. But not right now. Right now, she joins her sister in her "Thank you, rhya," before falling silent again.

Brent Blackthorne: A smile to Annika, appreciating their impeccable upbringing. "Have you perchance been able to partake of Redbones? It is excellent dining. I always go there whenever I happen to be in the city." By contrast, his tone to the twins has no sarcasm whatsoever.

Natalyia Rákóczi: yes, sometimes a burden, at least such a problem does not hamper you....*again, the polite cool smile and slow blink of eyes* I had heard rumor you might be in area...

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: She has absolutely no shame in her reply - in fact, quite the opposite, there's a note of subdued pride. They would be the type to take pride in a job well done, and a day's honest work. "Yes. In fact, we work there, and are expected on shift later this evening."

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: (( Ahem. "Yes, rhya." instead, please. ))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "We have, rhya," she says with a slight nod. "In fact, we were hoping to find Hagen-rhya there at some point today." Whatever sarcasm floats between Brent and Natalyia is not visibly noted by the woman. She may have caught it--how could one not--but she makes no indication toward the case.

Brent Blackthorne: For the moment, he doesn't reply to Natalyia, a slow burn as she has the last word. *This* time. Tatiana: "Excellent. Please, do not allow me to tarry you. I may be stopping in to dine there, before I return upstate."

Brent Blackthorne: Annika: "Is he in the area?" A brief raising of an amber eyebrow betrays his surprise. He sidles a glance to Natalyia, then looks back to Annika. "Please, inform him that I am currently in the city. I may be here for the next day or two."

Natalyia Rákóczi: *he didnt reply, so she remains silent for the moment, listening to him speak to the girls*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Of course, rhya." She accepts the man's instructions with a gracious nod. "We will be sure to inform him of such."

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: She nods in time with her sister, silent. Her soft smile is wordless, and there's no doubt that the women will follow through with his instructions.

Brent Blackthorne: He doesn't wish to speak more of Hagen, not in front of Natalyia, but this news gives him a thoughtful pause. He smiles and bows his head to the ladies so that they make take their leave, if they wish, though he seems disinclined to actually make them go. Good breeding, after all, is a pleasant change.

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: Though she'd implied no immediate need to leave, the signal has been given.. She offers a sidelong glance to Annika, a silent question of their leaving now. Her hands lower, palm down onto the bench.

Natalyia Rákóczi: you are in the city for a time....you should allow me to invite you to dinner somewhere....*waiting until he finishes talking to the girls once more before she speaks to brent quietly*

Brent Blackthorne: Natalyia: "It will make for good practice in wit sharpening. I accept."

mmrr!: ((*tilts head* open?))

Natalyia Rákóczi: *that last comment gets a slight bit more of a grin from her before she nods slowly*.....I am guessng you have been here a time....I have only heard of concerto club, if you desire a place of caliber....unless you know of another place or somewhere else you would rather?

Brent Blackthorne: ((yep))

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: (( Should be. *s* ))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks to Tanja...a slight tilt in her head, as one of those mysterious sisterly signals. They are done speaking for the moment, and there is not a need for them to intrude on Lord Blackthorne-rhya's conversation with Natalyia.

Brent Blackthorne: "The Concerto will be fine. An evening of refinement will make a nice change from roughing it in the mountains."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Sorry, guys. Thought I hit "Post."))

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: She stands quietly, unobtrusive. There is no need to interrupt these two now, and both of the women know it. The backpack is collected, shrugged up quietly onto her shoulder. Though obviously weighty, she makes no sound of effort or unease in carrying it. Instead, she looks aside to find a clear way out away from the remaining two, with a respectful nod of goodbye for them both.

Brent Blackthorne: ((*L* I tend to post to my own nick when I'm trying to PM, so don't feel so bad.))

Natalyia Rákóczi: as I do not know your schedule , perhaps you would like to set of time and date? I have one of....what are they....cell phones? if you would wish that number, perhaps I could have of yours as well, neh?

Brent Blackthorne: He steps back, another smile to the twins. Can't help but admire their poise and etiquette. It makes him feel...at ease.

Brent Blackthorne: He hesitates. Give one of THIS tribe his cell phone number? "Well, yes, I suppose that would work."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She joins her sister in re-donning her pack, and gives her own polite, respectful nod to each of the two, before looking to leave without getting in the way of Lord and Duchess.

Tatiana Brandt [PB 5]: With that, they leave?

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: They leave.

Brent Blackthorne: As the twins leave, he murmurs to Natalyia, "I had heard of their remarkable carriage, but I hadn't had opportunity to meet them before. Extraordinary."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Thanks for the scene, guys! *G*))