(1501) Consilium
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As it turned out, Asp had minimal rolling and patrolling set to be done save for a report to the Council about the allegations against Striker, which she produced from inside her purse. It was even in a manilla envelope, five copies. "See you folks in a bit," the young Obrimos said. Looking around for members of the council that weren't the victim of a crime, she found Nous. Time for filing.
Asp joins Nous etc.
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Striker finally rolled the car park on his push bike. He had no idea if he was early or late. A one armed man riding a push bike has trouble reading a cheap supermarket wristwatch, especially when it's covered by the sleeve of his leather jacket. First it was cold so he'd covered up with his jacket and jeans, then he'd gone flat out like a lizard drinking to get here, potentially on time, stopping only to buy a cheap pair of sunglasses from a petrol station to stop the cold air from biting into his eyes as he rode.
And the stilts. The bloody stilts he’d made for Falstaff were on his back the whole time. He’d strapped them on tightly but that didn’t stop them from sliding around whenever he went around a corner. He unclipped them and let them drop to the ground behind him, the impact further tearing the Christmas paper he’d hastily duct-taped around the pair of supports. Striker turned and looked at them crumbled forlornly on the ground before leaving them and heading towards the building.
As he went he glanced over his shoulder to make sure no-one was nearby before chanting to bring up his newly discovered Supernal sight. Only he couldn’t. He tried again, once more investing mana into the unfamiliar Arcana only to have it dissolve into nothingness. Again and again he tried until he focused his frustration into the casting. It WOULD work dammit. But the supernal was not his to view for the time being it seemed.
“DAMMIT!” he called out in frustration looking around for something to let it out on. Something would flare before his eyes tonight, magical or not. The bloody stilts! He knew what he must do. Turning back to the pathetic pieces of wood wrapped in pathetic pieces of paper. He crouched down beside them, pulled his lighter out and set the paper on fire. A smile lit his face as the flames quickly consumed the paper, leaving the stilts with little more than bits of ash on them and certainly not setting them alight. Still it was satisfying enough for Striker.
Now he was flushed and wanting to cool down a little as he approached the door. The shaman unzipped his leather jacket to the bottom just leaving the fasteners attached as he almost bounced through the portal with a smile on his face despite his troubles.
"Weave, Idun, Bishop mate. How's the chest feeling today ay?" he greeted the crew by the door boisterously.
Shield and not Sight
Weavebreaker Whisper RockBane Samaritan
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Only checking behind him briefly to note if Truce was indeed following him, Emrys made his way over to Ermac .
"Oh Councilor Er-maaaaaaac." The Enchanter called out before noting his.... date? That dog! "Councilor Mace ."
A smile was budding across his face, mischievous as could be. Now he got to pump Ermac for info and make fun of him at the same time! The fact it had been over a month with no word about Justine just slipped right out of his mind as he pondered jokes to make at Ermac's expense when they were not in public.
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Truce is indeed following in tow behind Emrys, though sporting no trace of the mischievous spirit his company carried. The Necromancer winces internally at the almost schoolyard manner of Emrys's speech. Even if they are close enough that they can greet one another that way, at a formal event like this? Libertines... laments Truce privately.
"Good day, Councilor Ermac. Councilor Mace. I trust you're both well. I hope we're not troubling you for your time," he says quickly as he comes up alongside the Enchanter, almost apologetic in his mannerisms.
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Fluke found his way to the hotel which would host the formal Concilium that day. While he was a Libertine, he wasn't aware of the history of this place. Reverb hadn't mentioned any of it to him upon his arrival, and so far, no other Libertine had brought it up. However, his past experiences with Guardians had been less than pleasant...but that all had been in other places. Thus, he was willing to give the local Guardians the benefit of the doubt. After all, he typically judged each person on their own merit, and didn't make assumptions based solely on political affiliation and the like.
Upon entering the room where all the mages were gathered, the Acanthus noticed a few familiar faces. He offered a quick wave in greeting to Emrys ( Xander ) and Ermac , as well as offering one to Crowley . As usual, the Metropolitan was dressed in fairly casual attired, with his messenger bag slung over one shoulder. His first instinct was to go over to the buffet, as usual. However, Fluke opted for heading to the bar instead. After all, he had grabbed a quick burger on the way to the hotel...but he could definitely use a drink.
Fluke joins this thread
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There was no staff. The one tool that had been with him, aiding him for several months had gone as Jonokuchi entered the room. Instead, he was dragging alongside him a large suitcase on wheels. There was also no active spells in his pattern, just a simple kimono in black; formal. The Mastigos wore no smile and his eyes were slightly bloodshot. He took note of who was present as he left the suitcase by the door, hoping to whatever God was out there this didn't take too long.
Spotting two of the people he had to speak with already in conversation, Jonokuchi went over to join the Hierarch and Pepper.
Joining this conversation
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More and more, he felt detached, adrift. And if the rules of the collective game everyone played seemed to make even less sense to him now, that just increased the importance of following them to the letter. And so it is that Animus strolls in wearing slacks and a nice shirt, his usual choice of comfort over formality noticably eroded.
Bishop gets a distracted nod, when instinct registers that the Guardian is somehow important to this gathering, but the shaman quickly moves past him into the main room. Eyes flick around those present, noticing how they clustered, the implied associations. Perhaps not so different than herds gathered around a watering hole, even if they might not appreciate the analogy.
For the moment, though, he remains separate, simply observing. There was, after all, the slightest chance that these particular herds might need protecting at this juncture. It wouldn't do to be caught unprepared.
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Ariadne nods to Bishop and Weavebreaker as they hold a conversation near the front doors. Walking past the two she glances down at her new suit. Black, sharp edges and thankfully clean. Heels complete the outfit. A pair of equally black, though stylish, slip-on shoes take up half of the purse in one hand. Looking over the crowds she notes the bar and small crowds. The Heirarch gets a nod in his direction though Ariadne does not intrude. Instead she makes her way over to Animus.
"Evening Animus."
Outfit
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Adjusting her purse on her shoulder and watching the rest of her cabal disperse, Zodiac smiled a little to herself as she took a look around the Hostal. To many the look would seem casual, a cursory glance, but to those who knew her the look was much more. Who did she recognize? Who was here? Who was new? Who was not? What had changed at this location?
The notion that a Formal Consillium was being held at the Guardian's HQ was one that left her feeling strangely comfortable, the change of pace somewhat refreshing. A polite incline of her head is granted towards Aquinas ( Casitive ) and Pepper ( RebornSeas ), and she couldn't help but allow her gaze to follow a line from the girl that lead to Jonokuchi as a means of determining his distance from his supposed girlfriend. And of course, the thought immediately had her seeking out Mace and Ermac as well - it was highly important to know where Councillors and such were, after all... or something like that.
It was with that cursory examination of the room that the Herald found herself a quiet place to sit and pulled a book from her purse. It wasn't exactly light reading - and she wasn't exactly focused on only one thing. Her ears were ever listening, her eyes following the lines of connected Fate between people and objects here and there. A mess of beautiful strings that really was the orchestra of the Awakened community. Adjusting in her seat, she flipped a few pages into the history book and smiled to herself.
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