"I have been doing well as well." Idun replies to Jonokuchi. Hearing Miach greet them, she greets him in turn, "Hey Miach."
"Do either of you have an opinion about this Duel?" She asks them curiously.
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"I have been doing well as well." Idun replies to Jonokuchi. Hearing Miach greet them, she greets him in turn, "Hey Miach."
"Do either of you have an opinion about this Duel?" She asks them curiously.
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Zoey's car pulled up to the Circle of Creation, shivered as it shut down, and rocked slightly as doors open and it began disgorging passengers.
A ubiquitous grey hoodie crowned by dark hair is the signature look for Avis. Pale hands fidget with the pockets of the jeans she wears, and a sullen flash of annoyance betrays her thoughts at her decision to go with the denim instead of her usual sweat pants. The sleeve of her hoodie rolls up slightly as she wins her personal war with the pocket, simultaneously exposing the edge of silver scar lattice and producing a toothpick. The toothpick went between her teeth and hands jerked at her pockets and hoodie's bottom, straightening them out.
Somewhere along the way, Star had replaced his lost sunglasses. His light cotton car coat was secured by hands in his pockets, and covered a Deadmau5 shirt. One pocket pulsed slightly as the hand within fiddled with something. Khakis sprouted from below the coat, just long enough to reach the ground and reveal his one concession to the importance of the trip: dark, battered loafers rather than tennis shoes.
Pink slashes on the sleeves and shoulders of Asp's windbreaker provided the only splash of color in the whole group. One size too large, it allowed freedom of movement and wasn't form-fitting enough to outline the tonfa it concealed when it was zipped. It hid a simple t-shirt, and the slightly baggy jacket ended at the hip, surrendering to toned legs encased in black spandex that ran to mid-calf. Anyone, and everyone, at Arrow Field Day could attest that form was secondary to function, though. The legs weren't on display -- they were unrestricted. Eyes begin sliding around the area, and an arm pressed imperceptibly against her side, feeling the soothing comfort of the tonfa press back.
Zoey was a catalog picture of prim professionalism. A navy pencil skirt was paired with sensible pumps. A high necked blouse with a splash of lace was unbuttoned, exposing a hint of the Clockwork choker she always wore. The blouse was a bit much, but it could be buttoned up to hide the necklace later, if necessary. Once the sillly musical chairs that the Hierarch's seat had become was concluded, she would be off to something important -- her job. Just a hint of irritation at the interruption was evident in the set of her brows, softening slightly as she turned to account for her derps. With the mantle of Sigil Holder, at least public outings had become less like herding cats than leading ducklings.
The Veiled Threats had arrived.
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Leo was almost dumbfounded. He was displeased, now had a reputation for reckless behavior, and was heavily armed, and so everyone gathered around him for idle chit chat. What the actual fuck?! He totally got Jono, Leo was on vigil and the Sumo joined him silently. Very well done, but the hell was going through the heads of the others?
He wasn't going to bother with talking to them, but then the Epopt showed up. Definitely bad to shoo her away. "Peachy." He said to the Warlock in a most unpeachy tone. For a moment Leo stopped scanning the crowd and tapped Jonokuchi on the shoulder. "I need to have words with the Epopt, can you keep an eye out for me?" The question was rhetorical, as the First Talon assumed the man already on vigil would continue without him.
"Mind if I steal you away for a moment?" He extends his hand to lead away from the group, waiting for her to lead the way.
Leo and Ariadne (if she follows) continue here.
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A old black Honda pulled up to the Circle with darkened windows. Aurum got out of her vehicle and looked up at the building admiring it as she always did before closing her door and making her way to the door.
Today she was dressed in more subdued colors because shockingly the event was not all about her and she knew others would be dressed up. The Cybergoth, her covered face obscuring her features, was dressed in all black, a black vinyl skirt and corset. Her legs were covered in black fishnets and knee-high boots. Her earbuds were present with suitably dramatic and dark music to add to the ambiance of the event.
The Cybergoth was carrying a moderate sized bag of something with her as she entered the door to the building. When she entered she looked around at those gathering and gave a wave to Animus and Star as she spotted them. As she made her way further inside she reached into her bag and pulled out a tiny handfull of something and slipped it under her mask and into her mouth...popcorn...cupcake popcorn.
What's in the bag
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Spells: All spells cloaked -3 mana, Supernal vision pot 5, magic shield pot 3, Aegis fail
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Bishop snapped out of his reverie. Pondering on the general notion, that this whole event might in fact be a giant setup made him dizzy.
<Hypothetical: Frisco sends a hostile take-over, Guardian coordinates. How do you get enough mages to take down this merry gathering of freaks and flavor quietly into town without anyone noticing? Teleportation - we are warded. Cloaking - enough mages with sights. Frontal assault - not the style of a Guardian, even though such an operation would very much likely be coordinated by an Arrow. Incursion is unlikely.>
Bishop relaxed slightly.
"Sorry, Mr. Striker, I do not wish to seem rude, it's just that my very own paranoia sometimes takes me by surprise and then the mind wanders off merrily into the distance without ever writing. You have not been very long in town, I take it? So how do you enjoy your stay so far?" he inquired politely, this time fully at attention on the conversation. He noticed the entrance of the Veiled Threats nonetheless.
<Nice display. The Gang is in town. Only thing missing now is some cheesy music, a choreographed dance formation and matching costumes. Then we may have the very first awakened musical on our hands.> he thought, amused but still impressed.
Bishop and Striker Continue here
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Weavebreaker spent her day to day around the University, which was a hotbed for Banisher activity, for the simple fact that she was a student. She had dodged notice through her control of the prima materia and not giving into curiosity. It was her plan to keep it that way until she finished her degree, but chance always pulled her back towards the Consilium and she knew she had to find a better way.
It was not chance that brought her here tonight, but a feeling of responsibility to bear witness to such a major event that could be a catalyst for something greater. Part of her hoped that this would be a less brutal duel then what she saw happen in Savannah...hoped it would be a smoother transition, but she always prepared for the worst...
Weavebreaker made her way in stern and silent. Her eyes drifted across the assembly until she saw Leo . While she was here to watch, she knew something more might have been needed of her. Slowly Weavebreaker made her way to Leo and she leaned in to softly whispered. "I am here. I can square the circle as a neutral party if needed."
Scrounging for gossip was getting him nowhere. He was picking up crumbs and factoids, sure; maybe even soaking up the vibe of controlled energy (quite heady, really, this historic coming-to-a-boil vibe). But it was like trying to make sense of shredded paper and leftovers. Jerking a little salute to Striker he attempted to mingle, passing by Geist in the process (all the better to reaffirm acquaintances with a nod and a "hi").
He made for Autolycus, who was standing off in his own group. He didn't get there. First Aurum arrived - and there was no mistaking the cybergoth - and then came a whole group. A cabal. Among their number he recognised one of the people he had met in the park and raised a hand in recognition.
For the moment, he stood alone and apart, lost in a sea of chairs.
Not sure if this will need to be altered or not, given the whims of continuity
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Aurum stood silently chewing her popcorn and saw Crowley standing alone by himself and thought he would make a likelyvictimconversation partner. She saw there were other people present she could approach, but he was by himself and someone she knew from the park.
She approached Cowley her boots clicking on the floor and then wordlessly came to a stop.
"Popcorn?" she asked through her mask while lifting up the bag, but then she added almost as an afterthought, "How's it going?"
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As Leo touched his shoulder and asked him to stand guard, Jonokuchi nodded with an agreeing "Hmm."
It seemed the place was growing busy. He watched as Leo and Ariadne headed away for a private chat. The sumo looked back to Idun and Miach, who had yet to meet in any formal capacity, and today wasn't the day for idle chit-chat.
"Who ever is meant to win, will."
And that, it seems, was the depth of Jonokuchi's insight.
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