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A smile turns into a laugh as Noctina appears already with a drink in hand. "No no, well nothing that I've seen yet." Ariadne looks over the crowd again, pausing to look at the Heirarch briefly before looking back at Noctina.
Hmm need to talk with the others.
"Interesting venue for a Consilium right? I haven't been here in ages." Movement pulls her eyes and she waves back to Halo . "Want to go talk with Halo? We can see how long it takes people to group up."
Nantale entered into the Rage with a cheery disposition. The music wasn't particularly to her liking, but it was an awakened function, after all. Certainly some good could come from it. She nodded a greeting at Tyria as she passed by, greeting her out of respect, though she did actually speak to her. From what she'd experienced of the woman, she wouldn't make a very good conversationalist. In fact, she was surprised the Hierophant was present at all.
Nantale took a few moments to search the club for people she recognized. Upon spotting Toren , Cryotic Orpheus and Aenigma , she made her way over to her not-quite cabal mates.
The cab pulled up to The Rage, and out stepped a man, dressed well but plainly in a blue collar shirt and khaki cargo pants. He gazed across the fascade, noting a glyph in supernal script outside. Hoping he was in the right place, Aegis went inside. Scanning the crowd, trying to pick through the aura's exposed by his Mage Sight, to see if this was indeed the place of the Consilium meeting.
Since his return to Sacramento late last night Aegis had been trying to reconnect with any of the mages that he'd met before his Legacy mentor had conscripted him into an apprenticeship. At the Circle of Creation he saw a poster mentioning mages and the club, and so he made his way here, hoping to connect more broadly with the Consilium. Hopefully he could meet up with some of the other Arrows in the region, and try to begin figuring out his place in Sacramento.
Inside the supernal script flared more brilliantly, and he spotted the shining auras of willworkers, in concentrations that definitely hinted he'd found the right place. He saw a few faces that he recognized, Kite , Gallows , and Vaeltia from the issue of the serial killer this past summer, and West who had been at the meeting at the Circle a few months ago. Toren was there as well, and like the rest of the familiar faces he was already engaged.
He didn't see Mike Tamwood, whom he'd hoped to be able to meet up with, but seeing as how West was one of the most senior Arrows he knew within the Consilium, and how he'd have to rudely interrupt someone if he was going to get oriented around here, he made his way towards West and his darkly dressed companion.
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Vincent was quite thankful to get inside as it was pretty cold outside. Granted it was winter but growing up in LA, he considered anything below 60 degrees as way too cold. He knew in theory he could just magic up some heat around himself but then everyone is looking at you weird cause you're in shorts and flip flops when its 50 degrees outside.
Weaving his way through the crowd to bar he wondered when the competition was going start. Spying Samael , Reverb gave him a little two finger salute as he passed. Off in the crush he also spotted Gallows . Reaching the bar he ordered what they have whatever they had on hand that was old enough to drink and then tells the bartender to have a waitress to send the same to Samael and Gallows and tells him to put their drinks on his tab.
Taking his own drink he wanders off, looking for anyone else he knows. Spotting @Miach, he makes his way over to doctor. "Hey man. Whats happening?"
Orion was in the taxi driving through Sacramento on his way to a meeting with the Curator. Since he had left all of his travelling clothes in Egypt he only had the little Egyptian urn on him. He was still alittle thrown off about the phone call he had. .oO(What happened to Jack) he thought.
After stewing about the problem for a bit he decided he wanted to take sometime to himself before going to the museum. .oO(Besides, It has been what? months! since I had any down time.) he thought.
On the spur of the moment he called up to the cabbie "Hey bud, change of plans, take me somewhere fun. I don't care where."
It was a short jaunt latter Orion found himself walking into the Rage. Immediately the music flowed through him instantly relaxing his muscles. .oO(Yeah this is perfect.) after waiting paitently in the line that had formed in the entrance he met the surly bouncers and since he wasn't carrying his gun was granted entry.
That was when he noticed the Spurnal script. "What the hell?" he said. "what are the chances?" he peered around the room cautiously. He spotted the bar. .oO(well I am already here.) he thought .oO(Might as well) he strolled across the room pulling his cowboy had to adjust the brim.
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Samael's attention briefly turns from his conversation as he notices and returns Halo 's greeting as well as @%1; 's. He gestures to Halo that he would be welcome to join them at the bar, but seeing that Reverb is already engaged in conversation he leaves him to it.
He looks a little surprised as the second drink is delivered but accepts it graciously and nods his thanks to the young Obrimos and then returns his attention to his companions.
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Samdei entered the room from a side passage behind him walked a slightly taller man with tattoos across his bare shoulders and a girl who’s eyes seemed open just a little too wide and just a little too dilated. All three had odd purple facepaint on that glowed in the club’s lights.
Samdei himself was dressed in a purple wife beater and loose stone washed cargo pants, his tattoos clearly displaying along his arm, while his expression was hidden behind the paint. The tall man was also wearing a purple wife beater, but he had paired it with leather pants. The girl, who was clinging to the taller man was dressed in a black strapless bra and tight skirt, across her ebony skin the glowing purple paint outlined a skeleton.
The Libertine nodded up at the DJ’s box before entering the crowd, practically ignoring the other two who were making their own moves into the crowd
"I'm a Librarian, well not yet though I will be eventually gotta start somewhere you know" she smiled brightly to both panting slightly "I wonder who's awesome idea was to have music tonight? Cause whoever did got some Kiko points redeemable for a free hug at some point"
For whatever the reason Kiko had not spotted her Cabal... err Family but had a feeling they were about the establishment somewhere
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Four breaks away from the bar, briefly debating between heading for the new heirarch or trying to hunt down Gallows. He wanders slightly through the crowd, the breaks out again and heads for Avalon. The Giant lifts his hand in a wave and respectfully bows his head in Greeting. "Hello, I don't think we've formally met yet, you're Avalon , right? I'm Four."
Halo thanked the barman and took of sip of his beer. Perfect. Looking around he was somewhat surprised to see that both Ariadne and Samael were returning his greeting, and he dithered for a moment, in two minds as to where he should go.
Since Samael was also at the bar, and he could always drop in to speak with the Epopt after saying hello to the priest (whom he was sure didn't particularly like him), he moved over to Samael's group. He recognised the texan-sounding fella from the chess tournament, and had met Weavebreaker a couple of times now, she was hard to miss.
Halo joins the conversation here.
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