Arrivals

[Gallows]

Gallows had been travelling away from New Orleans for more than a decade now, and as such had forgotten the headaches that could come from families and holidays. He was only now, in the airport, discovering that his mother was not, in fact, coming to Sacramento today, but in fact had thought he was coming to New Orleans. They had finally sorted out that he would visit her later, but in the meantime Gallows was at the airport in the middle of the day for no real reason.

Looking around the airport, Gallows wondered how many other people were facing similar situations. It was getting closer to the holidays, and people all across the country--or even the world--were travelling to be with their families. He should be doing the same too...but it was hard. Seeing them all, talking about their lives, and never being able to tell them honestly what he was doing? He always felt like a hypocrite, having so much to hide.

Idly, he wondered how many people travelling here might be mages home for the holidays. Someone who had Awakened while living elsewhere, for example, might never truly get to know the Consilium where their parents lived, even though they visited frequently. It was a time that strange mages would be travelling everywhere. The Arrows and Guardians were probably going apoplectic with paranoia. Though he wasn't usually so security minded, Gallows was idly wondering whether or not some sort of semi-permanent Mage detection spell at the airports wouldn't be such a bad idea, when he noticed a woman struggling with her bag.

She was using a cane, but Gallows had lived with Kite long enough to know that a cane was no indicator of a need for assistance. Still, though, she looked like she was having trouble with her bag, and he had found himself with nothing else to do here. Gallows had come here thinking about his mother, and the thought of what she would say and do to him if she saw him letting a potentially injured woman struggle by herself with heavy bags send shudders down his spine. Figuring he had little else to lose, Gallows made his way over to Starscream .

"Excuse me," he said, "Sorry to bother you, but could you use any help with your bag?"

  Cast at Sanctum

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-12-12 14:34:55		Gallows rolls 4 to casts combined Mind Armor and Prime Sight with chanting (10 Again)		1, 8, 1, 4		1 success

[Miach]

Ever since Esmeralda had gone back on a familiy trip in Argentine, Miach had felt somewhat edgy, and he was now pacing back and forth in the arrival hall, eagerly awaiting his girlfriend. Yet another sign that he was in genuine love, if he needed more. He was striding amidst people doing more or less the same when he noticed someone that stood out because of her stillness. It obviously wasn't just mere fatigue, and the cane was another hint, if needed. He was no specialist of Physical Therapy, but he knew some, so maybe he could help.

As he made his way toward her, he noticed another man had beat him to it. And it was Gallows ! Someday he would have to try and learn about their Fates, they kept bumping into each other ! Nodding to the man as he asked about the bag, he looked at the pale woman's eyes as he inquired about her.
Hello. Hello Mrs, you don't seem too well. I'm a doctor, may I be of assistance ? did he ask politely.

[Gallows]

It was hard to tell whether they had offended this woman or not. Gallows had been surprised to see Miach--it was an oddly familiar sensation, though. The two of them did seem to run into each other a lot...he made a mental note to find a powerful Acanthus and see if one or both of them had sprouted a Destiny while no one was paying attention. Regardless of his reason for being here, though, he was worried that the two of them might have made this woman uncomfortable, particularly now that the attention on her was doubled.

Gallows gave the woman a second look, trying to gauge her. She definitely looked military, but it was hard for him to tell how she was feeling. What he could discern, though, was her nature--this woman was a mage. That changed things significantly.

"Welcome to Sacramento," he said, accepting her bag. "Coming home for the holidays?" He was still being friendly, but now he was carrying her bag out of more than politeness. This was a strange mage in their Consilium, freshly arrived. If she was a Pentacle mage, they could get things sorted out. If she was a Seer, or Banisher, or Scelesti...well, maybe it was a good thing Miach was here too after all.

[Miach]

The woman's behaviour, her physical appearance, it all made Miach cringe internally. He recognized the symptoms, or so he thought from just a glance. PTSD. Not to mention some obvious body trauma from which she was recovering. Her will was obviously not broken though, and that was a very positive sign, in the Acanthus' opinion. She was a far cry from back to smiling, though.

He nodded in respect toward her when she rose without any help, and only then noticed her nature... His hopes went higher, for he could probably help her much more quickly now. If only she wished it, of course.

After Gallows had welcomed her, he merely added his own greeting Welcome Ma'am. I hope you'll enjoy your time here.