The Provost of the Obrimos moved about in the little kitchen area at the Circle of Creation, having set the table for the five Angels in town. Ermac, the former Councilor. Weavebreaker, a long-time Talon. Star, their new Councilor, having stepped forward at the clusterfuck that the last Consilium meeting was.
And Einstein.
Oh, Einstein.
Pizza had been acquired, along with a Caesar salad from Papa John's. There was also some beer, coffee, soda, water - she'd hit the store up and gotten a few things together. Vanilla Coke was definitely available. Asp suspected she might need it tonight as they struck at the aftermath.
In the back of Asp's mind was a little voice that wondered if Ermac was doing okay. He certainly was a committed fellow; the Lex just hadn't worked out in his favor. Another voice, more powerful, was asking a question. Why?
The curiosity and concern was burning as she grabbed a slice of pepperoni and some salad, sitting down at the round table to begin to eat as she waited for the others to arrive. She placed her big purse on the floor and settled in.