Chance Meetings

[Knot]

What Knot wanted, he thought as he tied the knots on a piece of string, was a Cabal.

So it followed that what he needed were other Awakened who were open to the idea of a Cabal. He couldn't snap his fingers and conjure one up whole-cloth, but he could nudge things a little bit, and let the cards fall where they may.

The string was loosely knotted seven times, and then tied around his wrist. His whispered chant lit golden glyphs on each knot, turning them into tiny karmic hooks that snagged on the subtle patterns of the World, bending chance and happenstance.

It was something that often needed patience. So Knot meandered through the Circle of Creation, knowing that eventually he'd bump into someone or someone would get into contact with him somehow, and it would give him a chance to set something up.

  Winds of Chance 2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-06-18 14:44:49		Knot rolls 8 to Winds of Chance (Fate 3 + Gnosis 3 + High Speech 2) (10 Again)		2, 6, 4, 2, 3, 6, 9, 8		2 successes

[Langdon]

While some Stalkers may be quiet on their feet Langdon is not one of them. Though he is not loud either, just... there. However today Langdon is Here and grumbling to himself.

"Damn fool. Who wants to fly across the country for a 30 minutes talk in a separate field? It's not like I can get fricking tenure somewhere with that." A hand runs through Langdon's hair as he softly stalks through the Circle. Cell phone hanging with a dark screen in his left hand. With a breath he almost seems to deflate. "This city will be enough."

[Knot]

"Yo, Langdon!" Knot raises a fist to catch Langdon's attention, before rapping it on his chest as he approaches the other Mystagogue. "You doing okay? It's hot as balls today. Work problems?"

"Oh!" Knot says as he snaps his fingers, as if the idea had just come to him. "Speaking of balls, how're you situated in the Cabal-sense? I wanted to get something going, and maybe we have some shared interests considering stuff. What do ya think?"

Why be coy? He literally tweaked reality so he could run into people that could be open to the idea.

[Langdon]

His name is called and Langdon snaps back to Now. The deflation is replaced by a rapid build up of a persona. "Hey Knot , ya it is. I should pick up some decent shorts for this summer." The phone slips into a pocket and Langdon adjusts his bag. A brown glyph floats around the Moros and a grey glyph seems to cut into reality as it moves with Langdon.

"I am not in a cabal yet. I am interested in joining or forming one though." A moment of pause. "Old work problems, a sleeper professor at my old university expects me to drop everything and fly across country to give a short talk at a conference he is organizing to show the breadth that his work has touched." Langdon nods to Vauban . "Hey, I'll be better soon. People are just.. people some days."

"Ah, Vauban, this is Knot a recent newcomer to town, Knot this is Vauban. I think he has been in town before?"

[Knot]

"Don't know how you do it Langdon," Knot shakes his head. "Ever since I Woke Up, I just don't have the patience to put up with stuff like that. It's itchy, trying to live like a Sleeper, with a job. It's like they get a taste of power and the first thing they all do is use it to push others around." Knot flicks his hands as if he was washing them. "But I'm more of a dip my toe in kind of guy when it comes to Sleepers."

"Nice to meet'cha Vauban." Knot puts out a hand to Vauban for a shake. "Like the man said," he gestures to himself with his free hand, "it's Knot. Been in town for a month. Month-ish." He wiggles his hand back and forth to indicate the vagueness of the time in question.

"Apropos of nothing, I was talking with Langdon here about starting cabal. Because I cast a spell," Knot gestures to his wrist, where the improvised string bracelet glows with golden runes, spinning merrily along. "I think you might be open to the same sort of idea. We're both young, eligible bachelors, magically speaking. We probably have enough in common to get the foundations of something going, and I can throw down some time and make sure hooking up together doesn't bring down a Doom on us if we decide to give it a go."

"What do you you both think? Wanna talk about ourselves? Hopes and dreams and wants and shit?"

[Banshee]

Stepping into the Circle carried by a restlessness, she follows the voices as they speak. Artfully folding her hood back, she allows the cascade of her painted hair to fall, just as artfully over her left shoulder.

"Greetings," she says after an awkward moment of silence followed by her arrival. "I...hope I am not intruding. I simply..." she swallows her words, "Wished for company." she says anyway.

[Langdon]

Langdon can only nod in agreement with Knot. "It is a pain but its what I wanted to do." A small shrug. "That and I can't turn dirt into gold yet." Comfortable living is preferred over bare-bones living. Langdon has done that enough. The Stalker begins ordering thoughts to talk about himself when two new mages arrive.

"Hello to both of you." Awakening does have odd impacts on people doesn't it. "I don't believe you are interrupting. We were just going to discuss cabals." A look towards Knot . "I am curious about a Doom though? That seems excessive for just forming a cabal."

"Not busy for me just tedious." Some people think busy and productive mean the same thing, they don't.

[Epitaph]

"Oh...hello," Epitaph said, emerging from somewhere in the bowels of the Mysterium's wing of the Circle.

"What is this gathering, if I may ask? You look as though you've all shown up late to a ritual suicide," the robed figure declared, gliding closer to the group. She appraised them carefully, her artificially pale eyes unblinking as her gaze swept over them.

"I heard something about a Doom, but you all appear to be healthy."