Circles Within Circles

[Joshua Morris]

If he had had a real job this would have taken much longer. If he had had a real job, he might have had to ask the others to help. But Joshua wanted fresh impressions from the new arrivals--ideas formed from their first looks around, not shaped by weeks spent sweeping debris and carting trash from the Arrow stronghold. So he'd spent weeks cleaning up after the invasion and finally got the Circle in some semblance of order; something he could be proud to welcome the old hands back to, something he'd be glad to present to their newer brethren.

He waited in the fresh-swept foyer of the old cathedral, hands clasped in front of him, watching for the rest of the Ungula Draconis to arrive.

[Mike Tamwood]

The Sentinel's hearse arrives, nearly rattling, at the Circle. Mike steps out, well-dressed as always with gloved hands and a semi-formal black suit. Next to him sat Aegis ( AethrDav ), because his fellow Arrow was still living with him in his apartment they could just as well drive together. For as long as the Torchbearers of Prometheus don't have a location for cabal business of their own, Mike decided that guests could stay with him.

The Moros is curious how the Circle will look, hoping that all bombs have been properly removed. He walks inside and sees Joshua in the foyer. 'Councilor! How good to see you.' Together with his sincere voice comes an extended hand as a greeting.

[ArchonAres]

Salem appears on foot to this meeting. He parked his car a few blocks down, and walked the rest. His new leather duster hangs from his shoulders over a shirt bearing the Decepticon insignia. Black jeans tucked into a pair of highly polished black combat boots completed the ensemble.

The shoulder holster and body armor weren't as visible as they might have been, thanks to the duster. Looking around the place, he gave Morris a small nod, and waved to both Aegis and Tamwood. He then looked at his own hand as if it had betrayed him, stuck it calmly in his pocket and look around one more time.

This was the Fortress of the Arrow. He wondered what kind of place it had been in the past, but didn't dare open his sight without the new Magister's invitation.

"How safe is this place?" Salem asked bluntly, his face void of expression. His meaning was two-fold, of course. Was it safe to speak about the Truth? And was it safe from the Enemy?

[Iblardora]

Ahriman drives up, putting the old beat up truck into the closest parking spot there is. He climbs out of the truck and looks up at the old cathedral. At least they had it back, even if he wondered how long it would take to set up any wards. He sighs and moves forward towards the doors. He pushes them open and steps in behind the two moros.

"Well well. Looks like the Doom gaurd is here." he jokes as he moves forward. "Evenin' sir." he nods to Josh. "Salem, Mike."

[Animus]

Animus parks his weathered Accord next to the truck and follows Ahriman in, taking in the Circle's current state. He gives each of the Arrows a nod of greeting before glancing to Josh, surprise and appreciation showing on his face. "That ... must have taken a long time. You really did a good job with this place."

[West (The Mage)]

West jogged up to the cathedral, sweaty, tired, but feeling good. It had once been the start of his run, rather than a point on it, and maybe that would change. He inventoried the cars in the parking lot while bouncing up the steps and entering.

[Vae]

Vaeltia entered the former cathedral after West, leaving her motorcycle amongst the other’s vehicles. She was dressed in loose denim pants and a red tank top covered by her leather jacket. Under her arm she carried her white and gold helmet, and on her face was a splatter of tell-tale pink paint that she had yet to notice.

Wasn’t this where...? Hah, I get it now. She thought to herself as she walked in to the Foyer.

[Matamune]

Alfar arrives in a slightly more dishevelled state than usual. The last few weeks have been full of work and occult studies, carrying him deeper into the mysteries of Life. And learning it was a lot less fun than practicing.

He arrives at the Circle wearing jeans, a black t-shirt and black sneakers. Alfar still isn't very well acquainted with the other Arrows, so he decides to be as curt as polite as possible.

"Good evening, everyone." - there was a momentary flash in his head compelling him to start reciting everyone's titles, but he decides to drop it. Somehow, he gets the feeling that important people in Ungula Draconis weren't fans of having special honorifics added every time someone addressed them.

[Joshua Morris]

Joshua nods his greetings to the arrivals, returning handshakes as they come, ducking his head and giving a tight smile in acknowledgement of his cabalmate's words. His usual taciturn demeanor has been twisted, augmented, with something else: nervousness. The Moros keeps wiping clammy hands on his jeans, trying to be as subtle about it as possible, which of course only makes it more obvious. Once the Arrows have gathered he opens his mouth to speak, chokes on the first syllable, and has to try again.

"Everyone, thank you for coming. This is the Circle of Creation," he says, looking mostly to the newer members as he speaks. "This is our home as an Order. Several months ago it was taken from us and we've only recently finished getting it presentable again, but we lost a lot in the raid. We're going to discuss the facilities we have here and how we can best put those to our advantage, but we also need to go over defenses. This should be the last place in the Consilium to ever fall and I want everyone's input tonight on how to prevent it from happening again. We've got a lot to discuss tonight, so--Ahriman? Can you set something up?" he asks, making circles in the air with one finger. "We'll want some privacy."