[Open] So this is..The Castle

A intensely beautiful woman appears on the balcony above him, she tilts her head as she studies him then says in a rather majestic voice, "Welcome to the Castle of Vampyre, somewhere between life and the other realms. My name is Elezandra, I am the watcher of this castle and the grounds you can see from through the windows."

She begins to walk downstairs in a very beautiful and elegant movement, "The rules are simple in the castle."

She stands at the bottom of the steps making eye contact with him. She continues to explain.

"I was once the prince here, but the castle currently has no such power. All who take it will uphold its dignity and responsibility. However there is a curse to such a position. The one who takes Regent cannot leave, until it is relinquished. Such is the burden."

She looked like she was toreador, or would have been at one time. Her presence was out of this world and commanding, it is impossible to ignore her when she was making such a display for attention.

You are welcome to come and go as you will, but you will not harm one another. Not physically, the burdens you place mentally upon yourselves will be your own and not of the Castles Concern."

"The rules are thus, basic Elysium Etiquette."

"No violence is permitted on the premises."
"No art is to be destroyed on the pain of Banishment."
"Elysium is neutral ground."
"It is bad manners to arrive at Elysium hungry."
"Do not change the castle in any way without asking me first."
"All have safe haven in these walls, no matter status or sect."

"Ignore these rules set forth by the monitor and you will find yourself removed." Elezandra leans on the railing looking down at them, "Any questions?"

She quickly adds,

"You may make haven in one of the rooms if ever needed. The castle, you will find, can be very accommodating."

Something also would catch the Giovanni's attention. For some reason Elezandra seemed to be able to see who he was speaking to in the shadows, a typically reserved for his clan. She smiles and then looks back at him. "Welcome."

The does indeed accept his arm as a true lady would. She smiles as he taps on the castle and makes a comment, "The origins and true age of this place is unknown. The decorations and architecture do at least tell us that is is 14th century, perhaps earlier. And the how... I'm afraid I am not an liberty to explain that, just that it simply is and that I am its watcher."

She nods gently to the bar, "We serve a bloodwyne here at the bar that will settle anyone's beast. I cannot have sacred grounds disrupted by hungry souls not yet capable of controlling themselves to feed. I believe you will enjoy it."

A dapper bartender pours some wyne into two dark red crystal goblets and rests them gently on the table. He gives a bow then backs away through a door and out of their sight.

"This castle is special, it does not exist in the physical as man knows it. There is only one other place I know of like this on earth, and I assure you that this castle is much more hospitable than the other." She takes a sip, knowing the first time into the castle always makes unfamiliar vampires very nervous.

"It is not unknown, there are elders who tread upon these grounds. There have been Guardians who have taken praxis, for short moments of time. I can say it pleases me more when the politics are left out of the walls, court business is distracting and I must remain away from the presence of it. Boring." She smiles at him.

"I imagine the shadowlands of the castle are quite strange, as this place is neither amongst the living or the dead. Yet, still they do manage to find their way here for a short time before moving along."

"The shadowlands here in my castle can be visited, as to the boundaries, you will not be able to cross them in the shadows anymore than you could walking. You will end up again back where from whence you came." She studies him for a moment, "I am an elder, but I do not expect anymore difference than respect. I am not part of the jyhad and nor ever shall I be."

She takes a seat in a comfortable high backed chair, still sipping and cradling the cup in her hands, "Please, rest. There is no need to rush. You are in the correct place for avoiding politics, though I personally cannot protect you from them. You are safe with me. Please, tell me of yourself."

She was the essence of an Elder Inconnu, mysterious yet beautiful. Her mannerisms and clothes denote that she may have been toreador at one time and perhaps come from a very wealthy family. But there was something extremely odd about her, as if she was drawn to the Giovanni blood inside him and her eyes gazed directly back at his as if remembering some secret that she hasn't released from her gentle lips.

"I never felt I was in harms way, and I have been blessed to never feel that way here in my home. My interests are... unusual, I simply like to watch and learn about the castles many visitors. Things such as where you were born, when, why... I love to learn."

She leans back in the chair as she listens, genuinely curious and content to listen to his story, "Does the Vatican look exactly the way it had before you changed? How did the Giovanni find you?" There was still something in the sparkle of her eyes, something that showed she understood what he meant; it was not fake.

She motions for their cups to be refilled when necessary then dismisses the ghoul.

"I do admit that I miss a lovely market, I look forward to seeing it again one day."

The castle was real, the elder in front of him was also very real. He may think the castle is an illusion, but as feet touched the ground and finger tips wrapped around the goblet it was assured that this place was physical. Something otherworldly had placed it where it was, this realm of some kind. It wasn't clear what could be powerful enough to do such a thing, but it had been done. She was amused that he'd think otherwise by the way he was treating the castle.

She listens to him, still with a content smile on his face. "I have no need to leave this place, I am oath bound to be it's watcher. I have seen the wonder's of the world, natural, supernatural and physical. My eyes have seen beauty and they have seen the best and worst that plagues humanity. I am no longer a part of the human or vampire world. I am what I have chosen to be."

"The castle isn't a living thing from my point of view, it hasn't changed in centuries." She doesn't seem as puzzled as she should be, "I do not speak to the spirits, not any longer. The ghosts, wraiths and shadowlands are no longer something I can see nor visit." The sips from her goblet are very small, she let's the wyne dance on her togue as she drinks it. Overtime one learned to take care when taking a sip.

"As far as I am aware of it, the castle is content, is it not, am I mistaken?" She gives a glace to her own portrait above the bar then looks back to him.

Elezandra's outfit was very similar to the style in the portrait. a 14th century (perhaps inspired if not authentic) gown of maroons and gold stitching. It was as gorgeous as she was and very elaborate. The portrait, now what was indeed something to pique someone's interests, however to her knowledge no one had studied it as long as he has been.

She was very similar, it could be a trick of the light... but some of her facial features while close were completely different. Cheekbones were set a slightly different way, her nose had changed... and the weirdest part, her eye colour was also different. In the portrait she had bright blue eyes, the woman in front of him has hazel eyes.

She follows his gaze upwards, "Do you like it? My sire, Araandel, he painted that the week after he embraced me." Saying the name actually seemed to fluctuate her voice, as if thinking about it or saying it actually did affect her somewhere deep inside. "It is a beautiful portrait, I have always cherished it."

She said something you don't normally hear, actually you don't hear it, "The first one was." She looks longingly at the portrait, but doesn't continue. "What lands did you arrive from, unless you find a room there may be a need for you to return home before dark. The castle isn't trapped in time in the sense that it stops here, it will continue outside its doors."

She rises from her seat, to see him out the door. "Indeed, I shall be here whenever you wish to come for conversation." The goblet is set down on the table and her figure moves to walk with him towards the door of the castle, "It is a pleasure to speak with you. I do care for quality company time to time."