Magnus takes another swallow of his own vodka spiked with lemonade. "Mortal supplier, mostly." He shrugs. "Made one recently."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Magnus takes another swallow of his own vodka spiked with lemonade. "Mortal supplier, mostly." He shrugs. "Made one recently."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Harvey - Fairest: Shadowsoul, Presence 2, Winter Mantle 3 (Mask Hardened)
Harvey returns the Dancer's smile. "Good to see you again L'aire," he says to her before turning to Swilla. "She's going to be performing later." He gestures to her bags as he says this. "Make yourself comfortable, there are some refreshments in the back," says the Sun Banisher to the Fairest.
Big Swilla - Beast (Crocodile): Coldscales/Corpsegrinder, Giant (7'3"), Presence 3, Winter Mantle 3 (Mask Hardened)
Swilla nods at Harvey's words and then turns to L'aire. "Cool, cool. I look forward to the show then," says the large man, offering her a toothy grin. The crocodilian Beast then turns to the next person to enter the shop. "Hey there," he says to Irea and watches as she shows them the mace. "That shouldn't be a problem, right Harvey?" he asks turning to the Shadowsoul, who responds by shaking his head.
"Aight, you are all good to go then. There's drinks in the back," says Swilla to the Darkling as he gestures to the table in the back of the store.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
-1 Glamour to harden mask
Dominyk had his moments some times, and this was one of them. He had hardened the mask mostly because his horns had started showing... and Alicia had hidden his file again. She would understand why he needed it soon enough, but until then, he’d probably have to get a new one.
He was wearing dark colors, and the same black and green tie he had worn at the Spring coronation. And the silver thorn ear-weaves spiraled a little oddly because of the twist of wyrd that kept his mein hidden. At least the chocolate scent still came with him.
He stepped into the shop, and looked at the the group gathered. At least he knew he was in the right place. “Good Evening, m’Lords.” he said with a small dip of his head to the two door-guards.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
walking barefoot
Degnar climbed out of a manhole in an alley nearby Treasured. He took a moment to harden his Mask as he did, and then walked casually towards the store. The Darkling was wearing a pair of worn black slacks, an old black shirt and a pretty beat up black leather trench coat. As usual, he wasn't wearing any shoes, and the overall look would make any onlookers take him for a random homeless guy.
Upon reaching the front door of the antique shop, the Tunnelgrub walks in and gives Harvey and Swilla a polite nod. However, her remains silent for now as he waits for them to finish handling the man in front of him.
-1 Glamour for hardening of the Mask
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Rea had thanked Harvey and Swilla and then moved past them to the refreshments.
"Buona Sera, Magnus, Smudge," she greeted her fellows. "Tis good to see you." She then poured two glasses of lemonade and offered one to L'aire. "It's good to drink before a performance. I'm Rea, by the by. Might I ask what type of performance you had planned?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Harvey and Swilla offer nods to Dominyk and Degnar respectively as they arrive. "Good evening, please head to the back," says Harvey, gesturing for them to go on towards the back of the shop. "We will probably be getting started soon. Help yourselves to some refreshments if you like."
Nora had been watching the store from across the street. This was definitely the place. All manner of strange people had walked in through the door, many of them had a some sort of indication of a Winter mantle that she could see from her point. She had seen five or six people walk in, but she had no idea how many were in there before she arrived. The store didn't look that big, but there was really no way of knowing. She took a deep breath and sighed it out. If she was going to join, now was a good a time as any.
Nora quickly crossed the street and approached the door. As she stepped in, she did slowly, looking for anyone who might be guarding it. The last thing she wanted was to get stabbed for walking in on a secret meeting. It seemed like it was open to all Winters from the announcement, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Big Swilla - Beast (Crocodile): Coldscales/Corpsegrinder, Giant (7'3"), Presence 3, Winter Mantle 3 (Mask Hardened)
As the small Wizened walks in through the door, Big Swilla turns around and gives the girl a quizzical look. "Hey there," he says with a toothy grin. "You here for the meeting, right?" He takes a pause as he looks down at the tiny girl. "Well, come on in! Don't just stand there," says the large Beast, his tone rather friendly for someone who looks as intimidating as him. "There's drinks and chairs in the back."
"Uh.., yeah," Nora responds to the giant Crocodile. "Winter," she says, pointed to herself, clearly not knowing what she's supposed to do.
The Crocodile's easy, informal manner puts Nora at ease. She feels comfortable around this man instantly, like they might have something unspoken in common. Something besides their fae nature or this silly Winter mantle. Something real. He extends a welcome and gestures toward the refreshments, and Nora walks in with an appreciative smile
At the refreshments table, Nora picks out a small sandwich of some kind and retreats to the corner of the room, to rat-nibble away at her morsel.
As L’aire nodded to the very large and very tall man, she realized Big Swilla could snap her like a twig. It wasn’t a wonder that he was at the front door. “Thank you both.” She smiled and moved inside. Turning to look for Dorian who she thought wasn’t far behind.
As she moved with an elegant purpose, she had set the bags down to the side before turning to Irea . “I’m L’aire, nice to meet you.” As her fingers moved to take the glass from the Darkling. Her ears picked up the accent, but couldn't really place it. “Well our Queen asked me to perform something this evening, but I thought I’d keep it a surprise. I use to travel with a troupe.” As her graceful legs walked to the area set aside. Before she took a drink she paused. The Dancer had been in Vegas long enough to realize that drinking foreign beverages from people you didn’t know was always skeptical. There was an artistry to her finger as she pointed to the interior of the glass she asked Irea. “Is this just lemonade?” Looking around to see if anyone else overheard her.
The cool eyes violet eyes of the Fairest looked around, it was surprising how many of their court were at the meeting. Everyone was a relatively new face, even though she saw them or glimpses of them at the coronation.
Draft this Post
