(1406) Arrow Field Day Take Two

[Leo Lockheart]

The Circle was sparkling, it was cleaned and the floors were perfect. The space above the Altar, unfortunately, was still empty of sigils of Cabals or mandates.

Though the protection spells had long expired, with the former Magister, Leo still admired the carved and painted letters of warriors words stretching the walls behind the arcades. The sayings and quotes and lines from all forms of media were there for those who found themselves inside the gothic architecture of the Circle. The vaulted ceilings had the soft, at times rainbow, light streaming in through the windows giving a touch of the supernal on earth. But despite it's vast beauty the purpose of the Circle was obvious to those who would attend. They were entering the training ground of the Adamantine Arrow.

Leo was rushing some last minute prep off to the side, or rather, he appeared to be. In truth everything was exactly how he wanted it to look, and it looked exactly like the last event held here at the Circle of Creation. The benefit of a photographic memory in a time of need. Leo thought about some last minute additions, but that would defeat the purpose of the get together. As First Talon Leo knew he had to watch out for his Talons, and with the whole memory issue... well it might just be a bread crumb, but Leo hoped this event would be the crumb that put him back on the right path.

So Leo was standing there, rearranging the unpacked bags of food and plates in an effort to look busy without switching too much around. Hopefully they would get a crowd like they did last time.

[Jonokuchi]

Following the announcements of an Arrow gathering, Jonokuchi was excited for the day ahead, even if he hardly showed it in his emotions. Yet it was still present in his appearance. He wore his favoured kimono, a long robe of navy with a red obi tied around his waist. The split-toed tabi and geta combination on his feet finished his attire for the day, with every step accompanied by the click-clack of his wooden clog. It was a sound the Warlock thought he'd left behind with his rise through the sumo ranks. It was the first time he smiled today.

Arriving at the Circle of Creation carrying a large bag with a pot of chankonabe inside, made by his Aunt. It was a gift from the guest to the host, and Jonokuchi would pay his respects in such a fashion. There was a second bag also, and this one clinked the many bottles of beer for the occasion.

As he saw the building, Jonokuchi paused to admire the sheer awe-inspiring structure before entering. Walking around until he spotted someone, the click-clack of his footwear echoing, the large Warlock headed over to join the man that was currently setting out food and plates.

"Good day," he offered, perhaps the most politely since arriving in Sacramento. "I am Jonokuchi, and have come for the gathering." Raising both bags easily, his usual stern demeanour cracked slightly with a tiny smile. "I have brought a gift for the day."

[Idun]

Idun arrives wearing a long sleeve brown shirt that sports an image of a raven on top of a totem pole next to a river with a forest. She's wearing an old pair of jeans with a wallet that sports a chain that connects to this belt loop snapper. Her hair is dyed a dark green with stripes of light green, the back is in a braid with a fake leather hair brace that keeps it in the braid. Copper looped earrings dangle from her ears while about her neck is a wooden circle with a three carved in the center of it while its hanging on a leather stripe. She's wearing runners and her cell phone is in this very small purse she brought with her.

"Hello Leo." She says as she walks over to where he is and then greets the unfamiliar face. "Greetings, I'm Idun."

[Samaritan]

  Cast at the Guardian Section of the Circle

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-01 15:30:57		Bishop rolls 7 to cast First Impressions Scene (Gnosis 2 + Mind 2 + WP) (10 Again, WillPower)		10, 9, 1, 3, 2, 7, 1, 4		2 successes
2014-06-01 15:30:05		Bishop rolls 8 to cast Grim Sight (Wits 3 + Occult 1 + Death 3 + Tool - 2 duration + HS) (10 Again)		5, 2, 8, 4, 8, 7, 3, 5		2 successes

Bishop had wisely spent the previous day at the Guardian section of the Circle of Creation. He was not entirely sure, how an Arrow Field Day would be proceed, but in case it involved physical feats on his behalf, he would be well rested...well...he would not be exhausted from a long walk to the Circle, to be honest. Sleep had become a little luxury in the past few weeks. Effectively working two jobs, handling an investigation and on top of everything establishing a web for a rather elaborate ruse to fool threats of the supernal had taken a little toll.
And so he had made himself comfortable after his early shift at the hostel and spent the midday of yesterday on the couch of the Guardians social area working primarily on his laptop. He had fallen asleep around midnight and gotten up at seven. He was dressed very casually and wore shoes, that permitted extended walks. When he had stepped out of the restroom, shaved and sorced up, he wore a gray shirt with a collar, but without any tie or other accessory.

When it was time, he made his way over to the cathedral and entered through a side-entrance, taking the scene in for some time. He took note of the MASSIVE asian man conversing with a redhead he had not yet encountered either. The only familiar faces were the first talon getting some last minute things in order and his cabal-mate Reverb.
Bishop had briefly considered wearing a masque for the occasion but had decided against it.
<In this town, we play nice.> he remembered and with very few exceptions, Bishop had maintained neutral grounds with the people he had met. Truth be told, he did not mix that much with many others and it was alright that way. So he nodded in Reverbs direction, threw a salute at the first talon and took a seat in one of the side rows, stretching his feet and enjoying the cool air within the ancient stones of the building.

[Miach]

  Cast right after entering the Circle

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-01 16:07:46		Miach rolls 10 to Resolve 3 + Athletics 2 + Life 3 + HS 2 (10 Again)		10, 6, 1, 10, 5, 10, 5, 7, 7, 1, 1, 5, 10, 7		4 successes
2014-06-01 16:07:02		Miach rolls 11 to Wits 3 + Occult 3 + Rote Specialty 1 + Prime 2 + HS 2 (10 Again)		10, 4, 3, 8, 5, 3, 10, 10, 9, 1, 9, 10, 8, 1, 6		8 successes

Miach remembered the first advent of the Arrow Field Day, and the fun he had had fencing against the Hierarch. It summoned up good memories, and that was exactly what he needed. The Enchanter needed to find it in himself to socialize again, and to experience and enjoy new things again. Otherwise, he would have to admit to being dead inside. So he had come, ready to exert his body, and feel alive, and perhaps have fun.

The Medstar wore his now customary military kevlar jacket, as well as army boots. On his shoulder, he sported a bag containing food and water, as well as a first-aid-kit.

As soon as he entered the premises of the Circle, Miach walked into a quiet corner, and prepared himself as only a mage could. Then, and only then, the tall Acanthus resumed his walk, noticing Bishop in a quiet row whom he saluted with a nod, and finally joined a handful of mages. He knew them all, but for a tall asian man.

"Hi Leo, Idun, Reverb." he said with a smile, pleased to see them. Those were known quantities. Stable. Pillars upon which to rely.

"Hi. Name's Miach." he said to the last of them, extending his hand. The Acanthus was tall, but the other man was in another league. The same as Four, he thought sourly, and tried not to wince.

[Teeramus]

Cast on the way

  Pulse of the Living World

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-01 16:43:38		Striker rolls 6 to Pulse of the Living World (L3+G1+HS2) (10 Again)		5, 9, 6, 1, 7, 5		1 success

Striker had never thought of using the words consilium and fun in the same context, but there it was on the notice. Different consillium though, maybe this one isn't just stuffy old people who want to talk and never do anything. We'll see.

Striker typically didn't care what other's thought about him, but was at least self concious enough to present himself as well as the circumstances allowed. He's managed to shave and stop his hair from sticking out every which way, it looked far from perfect, but at least it didn't look like he'd just woken up without access to a mirror. He wore a 'fresh' white shirt under his leather jacket, the left arm of which was permanently pinned up at his shoulder to stop it from flapping around. Lost an arm, got super powers. Am I really happy with the trade? Aw come on, you can do freakin' magic! Of course it's worth it! Plus if you get good enough, maybe one day you can get it back. They said it'll never be permanent, but we'll see. His jeans were well worn but functional and clean and his thick socks kept his feet comfortable under his sturdy steel cap boots. Most of Striker's tattoos were covered, but the red back spider climbing his neck was always there.

Striker had procured half a pack of cigarettes and a cheap lighter. He didn't smoke any more, but having a lighter without cigarettes could be suspicious. He toyed with the lighter in a his jacket pocket as he approached the Circle. Don't be boring. I hope this isn't boring. Be young interesting people, not old farts. He took notice of the Rapide parked out the front. Nice looking machine. he nodded approvingly.

As he entered the Circle he looked around and saw the 6 others already there. Most of them standing and... Oh great the dude on the seat is an old fart. Well most of them look young and livly and... bloody tall! Striker stood a mere 5'5" though his height was not an issue for him.

Striker ignored the man on the seat and walked up to the group of mages and introduced himself in his loud Australian accent.
"How yous doin'? I'm Striker."

[Star]

He was brushing his teeth when he'd first started hearing noises. Mornings were always weird. The whole cathedral thing drove him crazy. All those little things a person does, they're just a little weird when done in church. Brushing your teeth. Trimming your toe nails. Shaving. Other stuff. It wasn't about religion, just square pegs and round holes. Like reading a book at a concert. Drove. Him. Crazy.

Eventually he appeared in public, one finger scraping at the grit of eye boogers which had somehow persevered through his morning shower.

day-yum

Skip Chi-Chi the Panda. Some jacked up hoss was missing an arm. That got his attention. He paused at the entry to Totally Not Stare.

He wondered if the missing weight gave the guy a gangster lean when he walked.

...damn sure wasn't going to ask.

[Avis]

Avis barely felt the soles of her tennis shoes touching the steps that lead from the Arrow dorms down to rest of the circle. Her muscles felt light and electrified, and her gut felt tight and tingly, the sensations reminding her of what it felt like just before the first blow landed in a fight. When she'd gotten up that morning she'd felt more nausea than anything else, but an hour of yoga to get her blood moving and several tracks of Neurosis had gotten her feeling prepared for all the strangers she'd be meeting that day. After that she'd dressed in her workout clothes, sweat pants and a grey hoody with the sleeves torn off, and headed down stairs.

Finally walking into the cathedral she saw Cut standing near the door to the Guardian's side, staring at the giant and the cripple standing near Leo.

"Hey Cut, how's it going?" she asked walking over to him. "You don't have to stand over here. The big guy's not gonna bite, ya know, so you don't have to worry about losing an arm. Come on, let's go meet everyone." She nodded in the direction of the cluster of mages and started walking in their direction, not waiting for his response. It was easier to fake confidence if she made him seem like the nervous one.

She stopped on the outside of the group, her shoes making a squeak on the freshly polished floors. That actually made her grin a bit. She'd been responsible for cleaning the cathedral floor when they'd been prepping the circle for the event.

"Hey. Good to see y'all. I'm Avis, for those who don't know," she said, raising a scarred arm in greeting before stuffing her hands into her pockets.