1303 Moros Meeting

[Gallows]

"It has been a while," Gallows admitted, gladly shaking the former Provost's hand. "And true, you don't get much connection to Death in a foundry. However, I was thinking about the connection to Matter--I feel that it is often brushed aside too easily. Then again," he said with a chuckle, "I'm a medical examiner. As someone who works with corpses for a living, I really can't afford be upset at Moros stereotypes."

He glanced at the ghost, frowning slightly. "Whatever his story, I'm hoping that a group of Moros this size can help him find peace," he said to Toren, before turning to look at the other arrivals. It surprised him to see Aegis--it had been a while since Gallows had seen the man. Even longer since he had seen The Question, a man he barely remembered. Gallows nodded and smiled to both of them before examining the unfamiliar faces.

"Nice to meet you both," he said to Hachiman and Dirk, going over to each of them to shake their hands. I'm Gallows, of the Silver Ladder. Welcome to Sacramento--I assure you, most of it is a lot cheerier than this." He grinned easily, not at all put off by the graveyard. He spent every day with people who had died in worse ways than most of the people in these graves, and in much closer proximity to the corpses as well. As least here there was grass, and sunshine.

[Mage ST]

Bell - Presence ••• (Street Sophistication), Striking Looks •••• (Ravishing)
Volos - Presence •• (Just the vase to the Flower)

The stunning DJ arrived on the arm of a man in a long duster and a fedora. She was dressed in black with a net covering her face, but telltale white earbuds traveled down into a pocket on on the shorts she wore.

Her legs were bare, as they tended to remain, and she joined the group, her eyes finding the ghost before pointing it out to the man on her arm.

Volos walked the silent DJ over to the open grave and nodded before finding his own seat.

[Gallows]

The newest arrivals attracted Gallows's attention, particularly the woman he recognized from the Rage. He went over to both of them and offered his hand.

"The name is Gallows, pleased to meet you," he said. He turned to Bell and smiled. "I think I saw you at the Rage, miss--I had no idea you walked the Path of Lead, though."

[Toren]

Toren sighed in relief at Dirk's straightforward admission of his Path and made a gesture of wiping his brow, mostly for show. "Whew, I'm glad of that. Might have made for an awkward service. Though it might have cheered up Mr. Guzman a bit. But welcome to Sacramento, Dirk. I'm Toren of the Mysterium, glad you could make it."

Toren turned back to Gallows to answer the man's earlier statement. "Heh, yes, actually I'm a lot more comfortable with Matter myself. But I felt it important to stick with, uhh, tradition. Obvious symbolism, I suppose. Anywho."

When Rossi and Aegis approach him, Toren accepts Rossi's handshake gladly. "Welcome, welcome. Good to see you in excellent health, Mr. Rossi. I heard about that ghastly shooting but you seem in one piece. Your luck has held out." Toren offered Aegis the next handshake. "Aegis, sorry I haven't found an occasion to speak with you before now. But I suppose today will be as good a time as any. Perhaps we can share a private word after the meeting," Toren suggested, not forgetting their brief chat at the end of the last Consilium.

Toren saw the couple approach at the edge of the gathering. He recognized Volos of his Order as well as the Apostate, Bell, who he had seen recently. The Mystagogue made a friendly wave their way to acknowledge their presence. He would have to start the official proceedings soon once everyone had shown up and finished their initial greetings.

[Mage ST]

It wasn't hard to get away from his buddies with the excuse of a funeral to go to. On the street they understood that there were casualties sometimes, though Samdei didn't have to tell 'em more than that. Walking through the aisles of graves, the gangster Libertine came dressed in a gray button up shoulder loop shirt beneath a black fur-lined jacket. It was as nice as he could dress up and was good enough for any funeral, if that was what he was going to. Seeing the other Moroi assembled, Samdei took a page from Bell and slummed it in the back of the plastic seats.

[Vassagon]

Though the ghost did not speak, it did look at Hachiman when addressed, and smiled weakly in reply. It seemed to acknowledge the mention of his name with subtle flickers of his ephemeral eyes and a blurring across his face, but no more than that.