(1501) Consilium

[Samaritan]

Bishop blinked. He felt like he was trapped in a game of multiplayer-free-for-all-speed-chess. Figures were exchanged at a rate which was hard to believe.
<Ok, so the paths can elect representatives all they want, if you are not part of a royal house, your peasant-ass will be removed from the council.>
He wondered, if there was some kind of secret war going on, which had up until this point completely eluded him.
With Star moving into a position of councilor, that meant the Veiled Threats held an extraordinary amount of power and influence. They pretty much were half the police force with the option of mobilising the Arrow, half of the communication and two chairs of a ruling body of six. That was an incredibly dangerous power-house.
He was wondering, if Nous was actively playing into their hands by pressuring Striker into moving up to a position in order to present a visible target for Avis to shoot down. And again, the open charge was instrumentalized in order to reinstall the time-honored tradition of public beating.
<No wonder Striker assaulted her. This whole thing makes my skin crawl and any decent person would object to such procedures.>
He sighed. Deeply. <We call ourselves awakened and strive for enlightenment. Except here apparently. No wonder we have a Banisher problem.>
Bishop gave Ermac a quizzical look. This guy had had the chance to actually make a point for the solitaires of the consilium. Instead he had caved in, because he was without a cabal backing him up. The Moros was wondering, when the solitaires would give up entirely on this political body and simply would not show up any more.

[Star]

Life isn't chess.

Maybe people are, but life is full of variables. If anything? It's like poker. Sometimes you do that two-seven off suit dealt. But then the flop comes and there's a two and seven. Somebody pushes your short stack, there's really only thing you can do. Come back over the top, hoping your two pair holds, and pray for the boat to turn up.

It's really Not That Difficult.

And Weavebreaker? You gotta pay attention, yo. Poker isn't just about what you're holding. It's about knowing what everyone else is holding. He'd known before the first round of betting.

Didn't everyone else? Some guys have all the luck. Others make their own.

With Asp's nod, the drink was finished and set down. Angels don't need a meeting. Who does? See how easy that was? Done. Walk the walk. The walk to The Table. A hand flicked out, offering Ermac a fist bump as they passed.

Because it's Not Personal.

Except.

When. It. Is.

Your bad penny has turned up again, Striker.

[Crowley]

Crowley began to shake his head and run a hand through his head. Turning in his seat he threw a glance over to Ermac before contorting back around to look, confounded, between Striker and Avis .

Well... no point arguing. Not yet, any way. It seemed that this new Charter was not going to be a clean break with the past, either.

[Gyges]

Still standing, Gyges lets his gaze sweep from one person to the next. Nous to Avis to Striker to Star to Ermac to Asp to Idun and finally to Animus. He had heard things about about the Sentinel. People respected him as a Sentinel.

Would he step down as Sentinel to take the Thyrsus seat and formally split the Council between two cabals? If he did, Panthera Nox would have fully half of the seats and would be able to deadlock anything they wanted to, assuming Nous and Mace could hold onto their seats.

[Teeramus]

Striker stood again slowly and quietly, not saying anything but just looking around the room at what had happened. He needed to know if Animus would shoulder the responsibility for the Shamans.

He looked down at the trial procedures he clutched in his hand, scanning it to see if there was anything he should do then tried to make eye contact with Pepper . If he needed her it was now. He wanted to just say he was guilty and get this thing finished with, but that wouldn't be right. He couldn't admit to Avis' accusation. Not when it was wrong.

[Weavebreaker]

Weavebreaker shifted uncomfortably in her seat. If she didn't make a promise to cleanup after and the doors weren't locked she would have left. In her eyes, there was little difference between this Consilium and the last one.

[Jhet]

Into the pile of paperwork moves a hand, and out comes a hand grasping a small stack of manilla envelops.

"Indeed, Sentinel Asp did submit paperwork for the charges leveled at Magus Striker. But we cannot move onto that until we have a complete council again. So who's going to stand for Ecstasy? Animus or Striker?"

She doesn't really sound like she cares. One or the other. Good enough either way. She just hopes that whoever it is will read the material put in front of them, because there's a doozy of a case that's sitting in front of them.

"Then we can move on to the charges."