Michael arrived, maybe for the first time among them in his priestly outfit. Black shoes, trousers and shirt, a silvery cross engraved on it's collar. His locks are arranged in his usual loose ponytail. The beard probably grew thicker than the last time most of the Wise would've seen him. Behind the pair of glasses, his face shows surprise about the few new faces. The community is growing for sure. The Star's brightness drew him closer. With a casual smile and a wave, the Obrimos greets the small crowd gathered around him.
"We grew in numbers since the last meeting, huh?" His glasses reflects the ambient light. "I'm Archangel Michael. Obrimos, Apostate and priest. Nice to be acquainted." His words were aimed at Thorpe, Marguerite, Bolide and the peculiar Avis, who he'd have mistaken for a newcomer.
Campanella, Faye and Tuesday got a nod and a smile from the Archangel. The Obrimos Councilor got his focus.
"Anyone into Forces, Prime and stuff among us?" His smile grew wider as he eyed the newbies. Another Obrimos (preferably one less eccentric than the pair they've already got) would be a nice addition to Sacramento's Consilium.