All guests must pass through here to enter the house. Make your grand entrance here~!

Growing pretty much antsy outside at the front gate the man had wandered onside and took a look around. The place was enormous on the inside even, and just as creepy he felt. Seeing the people standing down the way some he grinned a little and headed towards them. What sort of liberties were allowed to be expressed in this party anyway? The invitation seemed odd enough and a gathering of so many different personalities and backgrounds was interesting. There was a vampire, a fairy, himself a murderer, and probably countless other unlikely guests. Flexing his hand a little he could feel himself itching to get down to something more interesting and fun than a party. Still he was asked pacifically not to kill anyone ....yet at least. The dark haired man knew that he could only bide his time until perhaps he was given an out, or an okay. Spotting the book and the woman by the book he placed his hands in his pocket and casually made his way over.
"Weird crowd we have isn't it?" He inquired and took his hand out of the pocket grabbing the pen once she was finished. Eyeing the names on the pages he found an empty space under her name and signed; Sadiq Adnan. Placing the pen back down he let his eyes focus on her through the holes in his eye mask. Quite the beauty. Extending his hand towards her he gave an almost charming smile.
"The name's Sadiq." He said simply.

The queen wasn't there to mingle. The owner of the home and host of the party was what interested her. He was quite mysterious and obviously important. She vaguely remembers her father mentioning to her, long ago, that the home was strange and they did not deal with the people who lived there. The reason was never fully explained. Perhaps he didn't even know; all he'd said was his father had warned him and his father before him. However, it was her chance; an invitation in. The man evidently wanted her in, otherwise, she would not have been invited. And due to this, she felt completely obligated to attend the party.

She'd entered quietly, dressed magnificently in clothing fit for no one other than a queen as herself. The two that were there before did not interest her much; there was something strange about them, a different sort of strange from both, but she could not put her finger on either. She quietly ducked around them, making it a point to keep her head high as she signed her name, thinking, "Perhaps the owner will see I'm here. He'll search for me, rather than the other way around." Something about searching seemed just too childish and petty. In her neat, refined hand, she signed.

Trưng Trắc Lan

He gave the host a courtesy nod as he passed through the gate. An acknowledgement of his hospitality. This strange man, this puzzle in human guise. Arthur sensed the malevolence beneath and he had good enough reason to trust those senses. The Frenchman’s intentions for throwing such a gala with this assortment of guests were a cause for suspicion. Perhaps if he got the man alone, he would reveal more. All in good time, of course.

The newest among them did not go unnoticed. Arthur could hardly miss him, not with that face of his. The resemblance was uncanny and were he not already set on keeping his face free of revealing emotions, the surprise and pain would have been quite evident. This boy looked so like him, the son who’s name Arthur didn’t even like to think. But with a closer look, Arthur saw that this new guest was not who he initially expected. This boy was mousey, timid, and seemed to approach the house with trepidation. Not like the boy Arthur had known. The lack of recognition provided more evidence, for while the boy would have grown into a man, Arthur had not changed physically at all.

And there was something else about this young blond. Again, Arthur couldn’t quite place it, which frustrated him. It wasn’t human, though. That much he knew. He already had a growing dislike for the boy, though very little of it actually had to do with him.

He caught the faintest whiff of the fae’s magic at the door, but he quickly dismissed it as a lingering trace of her presence from when she passed earlier. He still did not wish to draw attention to her with Gilbert right there. She reminded Arthur favorably of a more innocent time in his life, and while he would not go out of his way to help her, he still did not want to taste her blood in his lover’s kiss.

He stepped through the large front doors with the Vampire at his side, arm around his shoulder in that possessive manner Gilbert often adopted in public. It used to bother Arthur, but he had grown to accept it, even embrace it. He knew what their relationship was, and cared not for how others interpreted it and the gathering tonight was no exception. Let others think what they pleased.

There were already a few individuals there in the hall. He caught a glimpse of the stranger they’d seen before just leaving as they entered, still as cavalier as he had been before. There were a couple of young women as well. One, as Arthur was instantly able to sense, was a magic user such as himself, though her magic of course had a different feel than his own. She was as cold in appearance as she was pretty, which was to say quite a bit. The other young woman was Asian and rather pretty as well. Her lavish clothing and her air of superiority made it clear that she was a noble or perhaps even a royal. Not that this impressed Arthur particularly. He’d done a few jobs for the nobility and he’d frankly found them to be rather spoiled in his experience. Thinking that their money and their status meant they were entitled to whatever they wished. It bought them no loyalty from the wizard.

He stepped up to the guestbook and the unimpressive collection of signatures there. Either they were still early, or some guests had not signed in. There was only a black smudge and three signatures, one of which seemed familiar to him. That name, Natalya Arlovskaya, sounded familiar. If she was the Witch who stood with them in that room, then perhaps Arthur had done business with her in the past, although never face to face of course.

Being rather infamous, he had long given up on trying to keep his name private while in a setting away from normal humans. There seemed to be little point to it here; half the guests he’d met knew him prior to the party. The host quite obviously knew who he was as well, so why bother with pseudonyms? He picked up the pen and cleanly sprawled his name under the others in large script.

Arthur Kirkland

He set the pen down next to Gilbert, giving him the option of doing the same, and then turned to face the room at large once more, deciding whether it would be prudent to linger and speak with his fellow magic user about her interpretation of this event or perhaps speak with the host himself, or if it would be best to press on and explore the rest of this mansion, probing at whatever secrets it may hold.

Lan studied the people around her. The man there before left without introducing himself, or even acknowledging her. A bit miffed at that, she instead looked over the other woman in the room, figuring he wasn't worth her time in the first place. The woman was apparently named Natalya, as she had overheard...and she still gave Lan a strange feeling. She began to approach the blonde woman, a bit curious, before holding herself back. She wouldn't know how to word what she really wanted to ask the other woman, and besides, it was probably a far too imposing question to ask as it was. "What is that about you that's so strange? Are you even a real person?" She would have ordered the person out of her sight. Or perhaps removed them herself. It sounded rude and strange even in her head. She met the other woman's gaze, smoothing her skit without turning her gaze away.

Lan only looked away as the two others entered after. The two of them made the hairs on her neck stand up and sent a chill down her back. The blond man gave her the same strange feeling as the other woman in the room, but the albino man...he appeared to be dead. And rather possessive of the other man...

She silently decided it would be best to investigate them as well, but perhaps a bit later.