Harden mask, 
Skye Calmly and silently makes her way across the room the motion still drawing sharp looks from the various mages each of whom seem on tender hooks, the room a powder keg ready to go off at a moments notice. But she makes it to the side of her fellow Consilium mage ready to defend and support should the need arise.
This draws the room into four camps. The mages of the golden Consilium boast five the most numerous here even if there are signs of disharmony between them. Next the river city mages boasting two trying so very hard to remain diplomatic, the rotund man in his theatrical fret is island of his own although Thirteen has done more to reach out a hand to him in these precious moments then any other and finally Mr. Burn scar the source of aggression the beacon the beating anger the cause of the worst of the tensions. And of course whoever the grey glyph behind him belongs to, an as yet unknown player in this meeting.
Without scrutiny the precise nature of the grey glyph remains a mystery to thirteen but its vulgar and its space she has that right so it's probably sympathetic to boot. Unless there is mage hiding above the ceiling panels or some such, far from impossible.
Her jab at the iron haired matron, about masters and being out of the look washes like water off a ducks back, she is very composed. Less so the women in pinstripe or the cashier from down stairs. The latter narrows eyes but remains focused on the threat that is the scarred man, Leo much less controlled actively grimaces his weathered face looking clearly perturbed. "Now child enough of that petulance. We have our instructions and this is our operation. The peaceful incorporation and education of you and your wayward lot is what we would like, but you can make this go very hard for yourselves." What a way to say a lot and nothing at once.
Both mages can roll wits+empathy or subterfuge to try and get a read on that.
Turning to the rotund man herself, maybe sensing the danger of losing control of the situation. "You Shall have to wait until these more pressing matters have been resolved. I am sure you understand." The strict no nonsense demeanour might carry the air or a person trying to invoke reason but clearly the heavy set man cares more for his own wants and needs and he while not rising from his seat seems to subtle shift his weight so he sits upon a little closer to Thirteen and Skye. The enchantress might be snarky, stand offish even but in this moment she had com out the victor, it could have been so simple as a thing as she called the man sir. Manners can go along way after all. "You know I'm starting to think our young Friend here might be telling the truth of it." A truth that conveniently seems to further his needs the most granted.
The burned man has for his part let this little exchange happen without further interruption, seething slightly in his spot, but much like Thirteen holding it in enough to not start a fight. Until he is addressed again. "Cartwright, they would have none me as. And yes Philip brought me into your Westminster buildings after we had a misunderstanding of an encounter. Didn't say anything about councillors." The immediate history of the Consilium being on public record and maintained by the hierarch could shed some light on that, it would have covered Philips time in the Consilium if nothing else.
Thirteen truth bomb revelation has immediate effect sixth senses go off again again as golden glyphs flare into every pattern ... except Anubis. Evidently mage sight had not been up for most of the room. A stark difference to the security Skye experienced last time around.
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Athena reacts fastest, Speaking for the first time since Skye and Thirteen entered the room. "Something's there alright." Leo cracks his knuckles as she speaks following up with. "Yep I see it to." And even the rotund man loses his air theatrical desperation replaced by a more calculating look all be it briefly before the air of helplessness returns with an exaggerated look of shock.
Thirteen first see, first to know and first to press the question can perceive the weight of theMr. Burn scarCartwright's fate building not in some grand or momentous way but the sense of chains heightens she can almost hear the sound of them tightening clink by clink. "He told me if I joined I could do what I want, use this how I want. That was as much a lie as the crap that came from your lot." Speaking collectively to the room, rightly or wrongly casting a net of association over them all. "Now I serve the throne." These are the words fate was building towards this declaration has power behind, a turning point in the weave.
As utterly bizarre as it is for any mage to make such an announcement in a room full of enemies, it has happen and the mages of the golden Consilium need here no more then that to bring them to act.
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