(1706) Sanctuary 8

[Tuesday]

Info bomb'd.

Least there wasn't a ton of blinking dumbly.

Snort. This chicky just Guardian'd you and y'all gonna ask questions. Eyeroll.

It wasn't like there was other things on her mind during that whole Profane thingy getting adventure. Cha-right! There wasn't! She was all business.

(and here she was being a lying liar who lies.)

"No." thankful to change the subject and not remember - "Peter Cartright disappeared the moment Arthur Awakened. We have him and the other Master who made the Clock around twenty years ago...I'm only a Disciple of Time." she says to Campy looking apologetic, maybe she should take some time to Time.

Nodding, "We really don't have the number to do a whole lot. We can barely do what we need to when we're Clocked Back." Which is why the unicorn's quick with the offer to get more bodies taking a Time Trip. "We've only been reacting. We don't know where they are, or if the scattered Seers that are here, are a part of the Reality War."

Head shake and hair rake

"Bodies. We don't have a lot. Everything in town was rewritten. Even us. We've all been touched. Someone," a glance to Faye, she didn't know the rocker at all, but the blond knew Crowely. They shared a Path, once. "Was an Acanthus who became an Obrimos, and because of something else, Faye was changed from an Enchantress to a Shaman. They don't want Acanthi around. I got here just when the Dreams started, and before the first Trip. Maybe I slipped by, or under their radar or something. But." Head shakes. "Time. Fate. They don't want us to be able to Do."

[Thrope]

"Assets? The Clock, us." Thrope nods towards Tuesday as she lists it all. Though he doesn't like where she's gone with the rest of that thought. "Fuck. That's huge." Everything is getting tweaked and the one Path that could help with that are being changed. That's going to make decisions worse.

"I'm an Apprentice of Time. Think it would be worth taking a look into the future for the Circle as it is?" Turn the weapon against the Seers. Maybe if he's lucky Thrope could get a short warning before things go south. There's no Arrow council to talk to here. It's the community as a whole... "I don't think that we can ignore it Vigil. I just don't know if we have the people to do it safely."

[Campanella]

The Moros Councillor was looking grim.

"So little." He breathed. He knew their resources as a Consilium were scant; he had not quite anticipated the depth of that paucity.

"If you can accomplish such a thing," he nodded to Thrope and Vigil. "I don't know if such a task will benefit us, but it could allay some concerns at least."

Turning back to Vigil. "I have offered what contacts I have but they are bound up in the cultural elite. I'm not quite sure what benefit they could bring. Or even, what I'm looking for if a Seer group had positioned themselves in high society. Its a needle in a haystack scenario."

He lapsed into troubled silence.

[Tuesday]

Nod. Solemn like.

Everything was totes heavy.

"When you're outside of Time." Tuesday says, "The first one, it was when it happened. Like the very beginning. Everyone had memories. There's prolly all faded and hazy now. Since. Time. Rewrite. I remember, because. Well. I didn't know him. I remember what people told me about him. And he used to be an Acanthus. So. Yeah. But, for Faye. No one who was still here remembers her as anything other then her Shaman self. Well. She remembers. I think?" hazels turn to the blond, "But everyone who went on that Trip. Me, Campy. Uh..." Fisher was gone, and there was something fuzzy about that. She remembered that the mustelid had come with, but suddenly she wasn't there. Tuesday had a feeling that someone found the women before her Awakening and put a bullet in her. One less Shaman for Team Good Guys. "Avis, and uh-Strix." unhappy look. One for Avis being Not Here and the memory of Strix being erased. One wrong step, and goodbye life.

"But that wasn't so much of them doing shit, it was us. Trying to keep them from doing shit." Look. This time to Campy. Since. Obelisk, and blowing it up. "But. Like they have all the power they want. Their dee-bag masters are letting them do whatever the fuck they want, just to mess with Time. So. Yeah. Reasons for super hard and stupid."

Heels, rocking on 'em. "Yeah. I believe that. They have a bolt hole, some-when. Knowing we can't get to them, especially if they don't do shit to mess with anything. The Clock wont do."

Hair rake. "I got some weight I can throw around. Not in the circles of the social slash cultural elite...but. Uh. Yeah. Elsewhere." Thrope knew just where.

Snort. "Yeah. Tons of movies. Venture upon the path of the great googles and you'll find some. Oh. And Doctor Who. Always an option too." and not just because Tuesday was waaaay the fuck behind.

[Aurora]

Shrugging, “Maybe if we had more people we could be working on looking for them. But we’re stretched pretty damn thin.” They can only focus on one or the other. And right now, stopping them in the past seemed more important.

Tuesday made an excellent point, those that were Acanthus were changed. “Think you’re onto something there, they don’t want Acanthus around. Makes sense, they’re attacking in the past, by removing and changing our current ones, it gives them a leg up. But we have the Clock, which is a huge asset. And of course you,” a look and nod to Tuesday, “So no changing paths, ok?” she didn’t do heavy, convo was getting heavy, Faye tries to make a joke. It was what she did, and it was probably a defense mechanism or something. Whatever, heavy sucked.

“I haven’t worked on any contacts since getting here. But if I did, it would be in entertainment, which I don’t think will really help us.” Looking to Campy, “I think yours could be very useful. The cultural elite seem like they would have the money to help fund Seer’s. Not to mention, and nothing against you, but most of those elite think they’re better than the rest of us, seems a good fit for asshole Seer’s. Might be worth poking around see what turns up.” She didn’t think Campy was a snob, she liked the guy.

Eyes move to Vigil, “How are we aware?” she asks before taking a deep breath, “Cause I remember being an Acanthus. I remember the dream that changed my Path. As to keeping knowledge safe?” shrug, “I don’t know. They’re hitting us hard and we barely have a chance to breathe and regroup before we going back in time.” Of course she remembered, it’s not something easily forgotten.

Nodding, “I remember, and I don't want to forget.” It sucked, but she sees herself as stronger now, more useful. Like everything made more sense than before. But she did wonder if she’d ever forget, if those memories would fade over time or be erased. She didn’t want to forget, but sometimes shit happens and you can’t help it.

“I don’t think we can’t get to them, we just haven’t found them. Step one is finding them and their bolt hole. Once we know where that is, we should be able to figure out what we’re dealing with and plan an attack. Least I like to believe we can find them and kick the shit out of them. Give them the death they deserve for what they’ve done and for those we’re lost. I don't think they're untouchable, we're fucking Awakened, which means we can throw some shit at them.” Yeah, she had some major beef with the Seer’s.

[Campanella]

Campanella was listening and when he heard Oculus speaks, the Moros' face goes suddenly slack.

"Of course! Well... Yes. Perhaps. I've always simply assumed they wanted to wipe us out ever being here so the city becomes their playground. But what if that is not it?"

A sudden surge of eagerness burns in his eyes. He turns to Faye and Tuesday.

"When was the first official Consilum of the Awakened formed? Do you know? Is there any evidence left to give us a date. Perhaps there was something going on at that time... And all this... All this is simply scouring the future so they can sympathetically attack the Consilium's foundation. And in doing so, perhaps they remove a rival for whatever it is that was going on in Sacramento at that time."

He looked around, suddenly embarrassed.

"Sympathy is... Admittedly not my thing. But I do understand as above, so below; the old astrological dictum. But surely the analogy works in Time as well as Space. The past informs the future; the future puts conditions on what must have occurred in the past. I... I am not sure how much that helps."

He turned onto other matters.

"Like Faye I think the Seers are here, laying low. But unless we have something concrete to go on, we'll never find them. I could work my contacts for certain, but what do I tell them? I can't just tell them to look out for anything odd - can imagine the sheer volume of false leads and nonsense I'd get? Or how much credibility I'd waste on such a move? But give me a name or an event, and I'm sure I could get a number of different views and perspectives that we can interrogate."