(1410) Consilium - House of Cards

[Jhet]

"Thank you, Sentinel Animus. I know it is hard to remember when it's so painful. And only an awakened soul can truly see the dark irony in which death is not the worse that might befall a person."

She ignores the half offer of condolences as it's not much of a comfort when it's coming from someone who doesn't know either party. It's like the President phoning to say your child died on the battlefield. That's nice and all, but what does he know about your kid? Nothing. It's just a gesture.

"Even if you don't know who might be best for it right now, Councilor Mace, it's something that is best suited to those of your path, and those comfortable with death. Do you think you can manage to arrange that? And then I don't know if it's possible, but maybe if they're stable and not insane, we can find a way to communicate with them. Otherwise, we'll need to find a way to put them to rest. Unless there are objections or suggestions from the council to proceed another way?"

She shifts gears as quickly as necessary. She gives it a moment to let it sink in. The ley line clean up looked to be organizing itself, which is a good sign.

"And that's two for the clean up project. I think that anyone else that is capable enough with prime can organize with Provost Asp and Star. Just keep us updated on its status I should think."

[Star]

Did Mike Brady just talk to him? Directly? Hands floundered between a salute and a double thumbs up. Heard. Acknowledged.

He'd have turned around to double check, but there was that whole Used His Name bit. He'd need to ask someone about what a Tellurian was. Pretty sure he wasn't talking about the delightful little skiing town that was a total pain in the rear to get to, had two golf courses, an annual music festival, and an odd history with whorehouses. He knew a lot about Telluride. Don't. Ask.

Brows knit as he pictured having lunch with the Hierarch. How's the Council? Good, good. The ley lines are good. Seen any interesting Resonance lately? Weird, yo. Wasn't there, like, totally an Obrimos Councilor?

He'd tell Zoey to pass along the message. She'd like that. Boom. Done.

[Ermon]

Ermon is back to the room at large in time to listen to Aquinas make the debrief. Frankly, all that Arrow stuff is starting to rub off on him which is not necessarily such a good thing. Maybe talk to Asp about this during a session? Like, how the hell they stay sane with the power to protect others?

The Warlock folds his arms and waits for the Hierarch ot declare his intentions. The bear is especially suspicious on which he speaks to Ariadne ( Kelreth ):

"You know, that stuffed toy? The Mage who cast it is dead but the spell is still there, so it's definitely can't be good. Asp is cool and all but maybe offer her some help? Because the trigger could be anything, like, dispellation?" - he would certainly prefer Asp not getting transformed into a rampaging rhino or something.

[Animus]

Actions. Consequences.

He'd wanted to discuss with Leo, but never had the chance. So it seemed he would be acting on his own. Of their two picks, one ( Avis ) had taken herself out of the pool by claiming a higher position, and the other ...

A Sentinel could not shy away from combat, no matter the odds. Weavebreaker had refused to defend herself, despite appearances that unconsciousness would bring no safety. Did she even understand why he had torn her throat open?

Absent any indication that two years of hiding had changed her for the better, it seemed he was starting fresh. I'm sorry, Leo. But the Consilium comes first.

Eyes drift upward to meet Aquinas' gaze, as he takes a momnet to mentally survey the field. "I'd like to call Jonokuchi and Asp as Sentinels." With Leo seemingly absent, the overlap in skillset could hardly be considered a liability.

[Crowley]

For a moment it seemed as if the Herald was not listening. Then, shuddering, he turned to the Australian mage.

"Eh... Ah... Yeah! Tainted ley lines? Soul Jars? What the heck was going on here, man!"

Crowley managed to modulate his voice but the shock of it all rang through. "I thought L.A was bad. This... This is, like, whoa! Deep shit. Um... yeah..." He sniffed and rubbed finger under his nose. "Eh? You wanted something, mate?"

To be honest, the Herald would be glad to focus on something... Anything! Other than what the Council was debating right now.
Teeramus Striker

[Jonokuchi]

From his vantage point, Jonokuchi observed the continuing talking points between those present, noting with a nod the look he received from Pepper. Inside, he cared little if his announcement had been out of place. Etiquette at such gatherings had never been his forte even back in his competitive days. Perhaps it was something he would need to take note of - if only to learn how not to derail a conversation. It wasn't that he was rude, the sumo just had little finesse in these matters.

When Animus spoke, announcing both Asp and himself to become Sentinels of the Consilium, the Warlock frowned, taken by surprise. Thoughts of self-loathing were conjured from the recesses of his mind, a voice he was still trying to conquer; knocking him down whenever it could. There were so many better suited Magi, including Striker, Weavebreaker, even Avis if she was capable or allowed to fulfill two roles.

No, he told himself. I have proved myself to my peers. I have lost battles but overcome such loses to be a better warrior, a better, wiser Arrow.

Jonokuchi took several steps, leaning with each one upon his staff until he was satisfied, that he had shown his willingness to accept the mantle being offered, a step closer to regaining the honour stolen from him by the Seers.