PrP - All the Kings Men

[Weavebreaker]

Weavebreaker shook her head softly. "We have not." She regarded Sand, and without skipping a beat. "I am Weavebreaker, Arrow of the Watchtower of the Golden Key."

[Knot]

The smell of burnt sage and cedar wood precedes Knot as he exits one of the hallways into the main chamber. As he looks around the room, he gives Weavebreaker and Sand a nod of recognition, while Banshee gets a wave of greeting. Winter gets a glance to ensure that Knot's shadow wasn't touching the Guardian.

"What's this about five minutes from now and Langdon?" He asks.

Active Spells Fortune's Protection (+3 defense), Sybil's Sight (Fate Mage Sight)

[Kelreth]

Winter can tell that the note was ripped from a notebook and that the note is hand written. The exact text eludes him as he is not close enough to the note itself. Besides that the Circle appears as normal as it can be for what it is. The grey glyph cutting into reality continues to slowly fade back into the Tapestry over the altar.

[Banshee]

It was instances like this that made the Omen truly believe in Fate.

"The scything gylph, akin to Langdon's. A torn note with a plea upon it, dated this day, five minutes from now. There is apparently a crack betwixt the trees in the River Parkway, which the L who signed and presumidly sent this note will venture through this crack, Knot can you verify the Time that this note was sent from?"

[Winter]

A handwritten note. Yep, it was Langdon's. Though, he didn't look the outdoorsy type. Maybe it had to do with the insects?
"Parkway, where did you get those bugs from, anyway?", he asked Sand.

[Sand]

A negative gesture toward Winter simultaneous with Weavebreaker's verbal statement.

"Sand. Of the same Watchtower." Smile of greeting. Mental notes for growing spreadsheet. A new page would soon be needed at this rate.

Phone is pulled out, home button clicked, revealing current time.

"Probably closer to 2 or 3 minutes from now," mildly observed as phone is returned.

"The developments a bit North of Discovery Park." Eyebrows draw together, "Doing solo research is risky. I'm not sure Langdon, assuming it is him, should be going in to this crack alone. I'm going to head over that way- anyone else wanna jump in?"

[Weavebreaker]

"I will join you." It was all incredibly strange, but that was like most things that went along with people holding the ability to shape reality at a whim. Weavebreaker knew, if it posed a danger, she should be present to unmake it.

"Anyone drive?" She did not relish the thought of lyfting over to some portal thingy.

[Banshee]

"I will also lend my aid." she nods, as resolute as the tide, but as indistinguishable as the loam upon the sand.

"I have not a vehicle....but is there a Disciple of Space with us?" her deadened gaze flits between those gathered, "It seems we are on an ever shortening timeline. Knot ?" she asks turning to the Acanthus, "Have you ideas that might aid us in arriving when we are meant to?"

[Knot]

"Time doesn't work that way" Knot says. He could have explained that, if someone wrote a note five minutes from now and sent it back in time five seconds later, that a spell that checked how old it was would return the fact that the note was five seconds old instead of negative four minutes and fifty five seconds. Or that, he could potentially study a spell that brought it here... if he knew that spell. But tempus fugit.

"I do. It's called a car, and a phone. Come on. I'll take Banshee if she wants." Sand can take Winter, while Weavebreaker can choose whichever vehicle she wants. He pulls out a phone and calls one of the few numbers on speed dial he has while they head to the cars.

[Winter]

"Let's go", almost on his way out, "I can fit one passenger, two tops", he says looking back to Sand an Weavebreaker.