Aquinas | Spells Active | Silver Ladder Status: • (Locally)
Telos was right.
Even after confirming with the winds of Chance itself, she was right. The silver threads of first meetings and promising beginnings hummed at the Recording Studio. The man's lips twisted into an amused smirk at the confirmation, all of the while taking out of his car a plastic bag filled with local bagels and two boxes: one for coffee and one for tea.
He, Aquinas, wasn't quite sure what the local Caucus would prefer anymore, it's been a long time.
Too long.
Aquinas was slightly on the tall-side, somewhere between five foot seven and five foot nine with a square, expressive face. “Oh, sorry, I'm not expected,” he tells the befuddled sleeper at the front-desk. Before the blonde knew it, the man was going through the hallway, down to Studio B. The blonde was following quickly, trying to tell the Man that he wasn't supposed to go down there without being buzzed in first. She was beside herself, the Man caught her flat-footed.
Smiling broadly behind him, the lines of the Man's face crinkled easily around his eyes and dimpled his cheeks. Casually dressed, a red-chambray button up shirt was unbuttoned at the neck, a brown leather belt, and lived in jeans completed his ensemble.
He wondered idly if he really did forget how hot it got in Sacramento.
“Mr. Isaccs!” The blonde from the front desk intercedes before the Man introduces himself, caught at the open door. “I tried to tell him to wait till I can call into the Studio...” babbling with her apology, the Man dips under her arm meant to keep him out.
“Sorry,” The man tells Ixidor and then to Faith, “A voice on the wind told me that there would be a meeting tonight. I brought bagels.”
If you have Mage Sight up you need to roll Perception -1 to have your unseen senses trigger.