(1504) Consilium II: Births
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Emrys got the address and plugged it into his phone. The Museum was cool, but kinda what you expected from the Mysterium. You know what's unexpected? A fucking cathedral. When Emrys pulled into the parking lot, it took him a moment to pull his eyes away from the building. Eventually though it was decided this was something he had to see from the inside.
The Enchanter walked up to the Circle with an added layer of protection cast back at the Sanctum. Why? Because last Concilium was kind of chaos over little details, and this time they were setting a court date for assault. And the criminal was in his cabal. And if last time was any indication, the seating would put the violent criminal in arms reach of one of his judges. In hindsight the thought of Striker attacking him or anyone was kind of ridiculous, but it clearly happened to somebody, so caution was chosen despite his better judgement.
Even the Abyss had to point out the stupidity in that call.
It was contained to a stabbing pain in his side, but by no means a debilitating injury. More a pulled muscle then anything. So instead of standing around talking, he made his way to the Wave's table and took a seat. It was a bit antisocial, but it gave him a chance to look up to the stained glass and architectural awe that was the Circle of Creation. Also sitting still was way better for the pain. Way, way better.
Spells and stuff
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"Hey Star ," Avis called, approaching the aforementioned Angel. "There's someone that wants to meet you," she elaborated, gesturing behind her to were July may or may not have followed her.
July followed Avis' lead and approached Star with her. All he knew was that he was Guardian, he hadn't been given any additional information. When he got close he said, "Good to meet you finally, I'm July," and he held out a hand for Star.
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Don't. Stare.
Seriously, who was this make-up and dress wearing chick? It's one of those surprises where every time is the first time. Little unnerving, yo. Cards collapsed. A short bow was dipped.
"Ummm. Hey. Councilor."
Eyes paused on fen water with darkened shadows of eyeliner like the branches of lazy oaks over still glades. Not enough for anyone to notice, except maybe the one used to where his eyes landed and how they shifted. And, they did shift, back to July. A fist thumped a chest and threw two fingers. Nobody shakes hands on the first date. Because Sympathy is creepy.
That's right. Councilors get bows, fellow Guardians get deuces thrown. At least, most of the time. Shhhh. Nobody talks about the park.
"July? Huh. I thought we were going to meet at that other thing? But, anyway, your name? That's funny, right, because it's the fifth month, or Quintilis? And, like, you're part of the Pentacle? Or is that whole Julius Caesar thing? You know..."
A hand made a slow stabby motion. If a flailing forearm could be called stabby. Clearly, this Illusionist had never stabbed anyone.
With a knife.
"Do you, like, go into hiding on the Ides?"
July blinked at the refusal for a handshake. He could understand some mage's lack of desire to shake hands but still thought it was rude nonetheless. He flicked his fingers back toward himself, scratched his nose, and then adjusted his hat. The fifth month is May and that's the Ides of March, he thought to himself, not sure if it was supposed to be an extension of his foolish joke or just a lack of knowledge.
July cleared his throat, "I went to the address you sent, met some people at the last consilium but I must have just missed you," he said with a slight smile. "Was going to see what's going on in the city, but I've been told cabals are pretty important here so I'm looking into doing that first. You're the only guardian listed in my file so I didn't know if there were others in the city, haven't met any others at least."
Carrying a cup of tea is one of those little things about the Hierarch as he meanders through the growing throng of people. Somewhere along the line, both Tyria and Zilker arrive but both speak only to one another. Zilker touches Aquinas' shoulder as they pass one another. Little things. Little communications. All is well.
Aquinas takes a long draw of Peppermint Tea.
Steely eyes and an iron wedding band glint in the light of the cathedral.
A phrase from a passing guardian pricks Aquinas' ears. Is the Mastigos, Brutus or is he Julius Ceasar.
A smile lights for Pepper in the distance.
One week will hit in like 12-24 hours. Time to settle in, ya'll
Late, late, late. That's all the Theurge could think about. Work had held him for much longer than he had planned for. The Catch-22 of being a salaried employee - one was always on the clock.
He stopped just before the doorway, breathing slightly heavy as he drew down the Supernal Aether. After armoring up, he summoned his Sight. Instead of focusing upon Prime, he focused upon unseen energies.
As his hasty entrance was made, he took a moment to smooth out the wrinkles he had on his business casual attire. It was an indigo blazer, light blue collared shirt and khaki pants.
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