(1806) Sanctuary 17

[Winter]

"I'm glad", was the line he delivered to the Moros. The Mystagogue's non-dit wasn't lost on him. Politics, he thought. If the Councillor wanted to waste his time rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic, he'd be his guest. Still, sending an Apostate to do the dirty job - he looked up, noticing the absence of Lacuna and Hamia - was that Grimoire really worth the hassle? The Athenaeum was within the Circle, how convenient, maybe he should ask for a guided tour.

"This relative peace", he said in a measured tone, "it won't last long. We need to reorganize, assess our relative strength. Collecting intel, data", addressing the rest of the group. And a strategy. Now, where's the Arrow? He mused.

Of the Atlantean Diamond, the Mysterium was the one order with the largest presence within the city. Stepping to the side of the Moros, as a sign of respect and an act of pragmatism. The Consilium needed order, and at the moment the Vox Draconis didn't have the manpower.

Protect the Diamond Wheel.

[Knot]

"Uh... bugs?"

Seers seemed to be more on topic than Councilors, but Knot couldn't blame anyone for that. He just, uh hoped that no one had a Fate or Time problem that they wanted his to pick his brain over for help with if he was the only Acanthus around (fat chance, he thinks, considering the Seer problem). Langdon and Aurora both were talking about bugs though, and considering the other topic at hand, they didn't sound like some kind of simple roach problem. And since everyone was cross talking, he didn't mind asking about it.

[Banshee]

Slipping in on the heels of the Mastigos, is a paradoxical creature. Hair of silver, makeup black and heavy, skin a naturally unnatural shade of bloodless bone. Gleaming silver accents shine from her nose and her ears which have been sculpted into fine points. Eyes always find her, but they move on swiftly.

She is a wraith, a specter of flesh and bone. Wrapped in leather black, and cotton midnight.

"Indeed," she calls from behind the man with his mirrored eyewear, voice soft, but memorable. Mournful, in it's eerie beauty.

[Campanella]

A flash flickers through the Moros' eyes as he watches the growing gathering attentively. His seat creaks under him as he moves, shifting his weight so he could lean forward and lend his silent support for Knot's query.

Moment's later, Campanella is turning as yet more Awakened find their way into the Sanctuary.

"This is the River City Consilium. In session. Yes." Campanella intoned with a slight edge of exasperation creeping into his voice. As a gesture of respect he had not come to the Circle clad in a raiment of Supernal spells; a number of others had. The combined chiming of their work was starting to play havoc with his nerves.

[Sand]

Councilor.
A member of the Ruling Council.

Prior status for Sacramento: Unknown. Assumed unneeded
Current status for Sacramento: Apparently up and running

Auorora and Campanella.
Thyrsus and Moros.

2 of 4/5. Asterisk for follow up here.

Knot. Acanthus.
Spreedsheet update scheduled for that afternoon.
"Nice to meet you and welcome to Sacramento."

Mental blueprints would need to be updated as well. Athenaeum. Campanella = not kidding about working to get things in order. Strange to not be top of the class. Uncomfortable even.

A finger points toward Aurora at the comment to Judas. Mouth full of donut did not allow verbal echo of statement.

A blink. Reorganize?

Collect data- yes. Always. But the 1st ... from the sounds of things, organization was just starting. Why try to reorganize?

"Uh... I am unsure about an Acanthus councilor but Hamia I believe is also of that Order. She isn't here though..." said with a quick glance around for confirmation.

"Oh yeah! The bugs... so Langdon, myself and Lacuna were out and..." New voices interrupt, attention drawn toward them.

Mental spreadsheet is skipped this time, hand digs into backpack to emerge with a notebook and pencil. 1 = easy to remember. 3 = another story.

[Winter]

Great heroes could be found anytime – even at the most unexpected. That's what he told himself as the slow procession of newcomers unravelled. Perhaps the tide had been turned, and the thuggish looking man and the waxen lady arrived for this indefatigable purpose.

The lady... his mind and gaze lingered a second over her pallid frame before glossing again over Epitaph. Was this a new trend? He exhaled with resignation.

"Welcome", delivered in a swift, business-like tone. We need better surveillance. He thought.

[Knot]

Knot clears his throat.

"So."

"Bugs?"

He'd introduced himself like... four times already. He guessed he'd do it again once the new faces introduced themselves.

[Aurora]

Sipping her coffee she shrugs, “While I agree that it won’t last long, I don’t think the Seer’s are done with whatever they started. But we have other things we need to focus on.” The city was more than just Seer threats.

She was about to address the bug thing when a new face walked in.

“The right place depending on what you’re looking for.” She says with a friendly tone. “But welcome, come join us. “I’m Aurora.”

Another new person?! There has to have been a sign made or a memo sent out somewhere.

“Welcome, come in, introduce yourself, have some coffee.” You know, all the usual things.

Shaking her head towards Sand, “I haven’t seen her yet today.” She hoped the Enchantress was ok. Come to think of it, Lacuna wasn’t here either.

Bugs!

“Yes! The bugs!” her attention finally coming back around. “They called me to help them with a weird hive.” Cause Shaman, “The grubs that were inside it, still are actually, but are supernatural. I intend to study the grubs and see what we can learn from them, well, not just me study them, but yeah. Kinda got sidetracked and haven’t really looked at them yet, sorry.” And yes, she remembered the Hive was supposed to be made of Tass, but she hadn’t confirmed that personally, so let one of the others explain that one.

[Langdon]

Langdon nods silently to the jacked guy and the pale beauty. The stories that voice could tell. He nods as Aurora lays out the overview.

"We stumbled across it while out on our own. There was..is? A shack in one of those community growing fields that was radiating with the supernal. When we got closer we found those bugs. They're...different." The Moros shifts to look at Sand . She had a better idea for this part.

"If I am remember right they made tass seemingly out of no where? Well.. not no where but no where in our plane of existence. It gets a bit complicated from there." Because cracks in reality that turn normal insects into supernatural things isn't great.