Eternal Consilium III

[Jag]

Fluke walked into the museum, finding his way to the room where the other awakened were gathered. He had been here once before, during a similar gathering for folks in the Concilium. Thus, he knew that he could expect some decent food to snack on, while socializing with some of the other locals. As he walked into the room, his assumptions were confirmed, which brought a smile to his lips. The Libertine didn't waste any time as he walked over to the table with the food and coffee. That's certainly one of the perks of showing up for these things, he thought to himself.

The Acanthus looked around the room, noticing that his Cabal mates had not shown up yet. Well, they were technically not an official Cabal yet, but surely they would take care of that when the opportunity presented itself. Regardless, he felt slightly better about how things were going for him, figuring that he was slowly finding his place within the puzzle that was Sacramento. Just as he was thinking about such things, he noticed Ermac walking in with his date.

A smile formed across his lips, as he offered a wave to the Obrimos and Mace , who he hadn't technically met yet. He knew that she was the Moros Councilor, and obviously had some thing going on with his Cabal mate. Regardless, the girl seemed nice, as far as he could tell, and he trusted Ermac's judgment. "Hey," he said in greeting as he noticed the girl glancing in the direction of the buffet.

Time to meet the Syndic's girl...

[Arthur]

Museum. Mysterium. Almost rhythms.

Maybe. Following the signs Arthur makes his way to the concept gallery. Seeing Pepper he nods to her but doesn't move to interrupt her conversation.

Arthur instead steps to the side inside of the doors and waits. No sense making sudden movements when there's problems in town. Still...boring.

The wand gets pulled out of his pocket by two fingers and Arthur begins to twirl it waiting to be acknowledge by anyone.

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[Teeramus]

Striker gave up on getting a drink, seeing only coffee available. "Yeah I guess so." He replied to Faye. "I mean even since I've been here there's a bunch of people that have moved on disappeared or something. And a bunch of new people have come in too. Hell, some of the new people have left already. I guess some people just don't wanna stick around. But yeah. Always seems like there's new folk around. I guess that makes it tough for the heralds makin' sure they're all legit ay." he said.

Striker gave smiles and nods of acknowledgement as more unknown mages came in. "So yeah. Lotsa new people to meet." he added without making a move. He waited to see if Faye would join a conversation or just hang around and chat to whoever.

[Einstein]

Einstein looked around at all the people showing up. Not a whole lot she actually wanted to talk to, really. There was the other councilors, who she needed to meet, but they were off doing their own things, for now. Pepper and Avis were off having their little conversation, she'd talk to them later. She didn't relish the opportunity to talk to those two. It probably wouldn't go well - one of them would expect an apology.

Her eyes drifted, and fell on Striker. She needed to talk to him too, since she'd have to actually judge him on his crimes later, and she doubted anyone would stand up as character witness. The Councilor approached the Mage, over by the drinks, letting an easy smile slip onto her face. "Striker, right? I was hoping we could talk." A nod was also offered to Faye, who Einstein didn't know, but if she was hanging around Striker, meeting her would be a good idea too.

[Aurora]

Striker, Einstein & Faye Continue Here

[Arthur]

Apparently no one cares about the new guy. Explains why things are a shit show. Or maybe the Arrow's just waiting for Arthur to do something stupid?

Arthur slips his wand back into his right pocket with a sigh and walks over to the only two mages seemingly not hiding away. He stops a respectful distance from Star and Asp .

"Are these things normally this...blah?" A small hand flick indicates the room itself and the boring mages.

[Star]

Was Miach deaf?

Maybe he should yell. Or, at least repeat it. Just, louder. Being a hypocrite is always fun, because there were totally people talking to him, too. But eavesdropping. No, he was Totally Not eavesdropping on Einstein and Striker --or at least trying to. That whole, Not Obvious, but it's kind of obvious when you're spaced out from multi-tasking or focusing too hard on something else. Yeah, just staring.

Really, someone needed to make a Spell for that. An eavesdropping spell. Move a little sound, maybe store it for later. There probably was. A spell. There was probably some rote every other Order knew but kept it secret from Guardians because you just don't hand pyromaniacs a lighter.

Guardians?

"Uh. Yeah." He'd noticed, too. Which was insane. Was he really The Last Guardian? A nod answered fingers, rather than his own hands, because of the new person. Zoey? Totes. It seemed strange he'd talked to Avis about Zoey, but not Asp. Sometimes, maybe sometimes, he forgot that Asp wasn't just Always Happy.

"Oh. Uh, hey. Ummm, maybe?" Greenish eyes flickered over the Salesman. That was the vibe. That smarmy smile and In Your Space attitude. Nobody's jelly of a little charisma and good looks. At all. Nobody. Just means nobody's probably gonna be buddies, either.

"Do, uh, like. Have you met Crowley?"

First things first.