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  1. #1
    Nemo's Avatar

    Faceshifter
    Striking Looks
    (Androgynous)
    Nemo

    Carries:
    Derringer
    Makarov
    Smartphone

    +1
    SL
    2
    PRE

    Content to follow Knot, Nemo strode after him, finding herself strangely unsurprised when he introduced her to a man who looked like he'd lived through several wars, and was sick of everything, anyway. Yup. Definitely one of Smiley's People. Also, how interesting was it that Knot had already picked up on the pronouns?

    Hm. Must be Portland.

    Before Nemo could speak, however, another woman joined them. Beautiful. Beguiling. Undoubtedly feminine. It so strange, looking at her. There was no one feature that stuck out as particularly striking, and yet, somehow, they all worked in concert to produce a magnificent visual symphony. Nemo's fingers twitched, the urge to reach out and feel the bones beneath the woman's skin, the shape of her nose, the lines of her lips...

    "Well, thank you, Knot, for introducing me," Nemo said after a moment, a soft smile on her lips. "Like my escort said, I'm called Nemo, and like you, I'm from Vail, Colorado. Sacramento is shaping up to be really energetic, though. I mean, the Ladder has already swooped in, apparently with support from the Arrow? Like, didn't this Consilium already get taken over by San Francisco, already? They kinda did the same thing, swooping in, installing a government, lying about their true intentions. Kinda makes you wonder about their motivations, huh?"
    Nemo. Thyrsus. Guardian of the Veil 1. Striking Looks (Androgynous).

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  3. #2
    Bacchus's Avatar

    Presence
    (Genial)
    Striking Looks
    (Scruffy)
    Bacchus

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    "Did you say Vail Colorado?" The scruffy mage couldn't help but hone in on that part of the Nemo's conversation. "I'm from Trinidad south of Pueblo."

    Bacchus then placed his bottle of Stranahan's on the table and began unstacking the glasses and pouring the whiskey for whoever might want it. "Yeah, the old guy dropping shade on everyone doesn't seem to understand the concept of community or respect. Did you hear how he talked to Knot? Such a tool."

    With the drinks poured he lifted his own glass to drink and froze. He hadn't thought to bring any ice if people preferred it, but it was to late now as he took a sip.

    "So Guardians? Not on board with the Ladder huh? I thought the Diamond was solid about the Ladder's authority like.... uh..... diamonds? Is it the San Fran thing? When was the San Fran thing? Were you guys here for the San Fran thing?"


    Bacchus paused there for a breathe, followed promptly by a sip.

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  5. #3
    Winter's Avatar
    Winter
    Presence
    (Stoic)
    Education
    (West Point Grad)
    Occultation
    Winter

    Nimbus

    Dark shadows scatter in ordered symmetrical patterns traversed by a crackling pallid silver light that wraps Winter in a pleasantly numbing and icy coldness.
    When vulgar magic is cast, the frequency of the oscillation of the dark fluid surges until the shadows arrange themselves in a solid black halo around Winter's head, the white light darkens into a fiery black sunlight and his eyes are set ablaze with vivid incandescence.
    Stats

    Health:
    Mana:
    WP:
    Armor: 1(General)/2(Ballistic)
    Defense: 3

    Active Spells: 1/6
    Personal Spells: 1/3
    Incognito Presence (Mind 2) Rote, Scene, Pot[1]

    1
    OCC
    2
    PRE

    As the couple approached his spot, a quick threat assessment was made. It was unlikely, given the Occultation on the Sanctuary, that the woman could be a menace; nevertheless, concealed beneath a layer of clothes she was carrying something, possibly a gun, and it bothered him.


    "Is that so, Magus Knot?", he said crossing his legs, ankle over knee, "once again, you defy my expectations. Here I thought you'd be just another good for nothing fool", he reached for the pack of Lucky Strikes in his pocket, "imagine my suprise at seeing you play Consilium concierge. No wonder Magus Samael is all antsy", he lazily stuck a cancerette between his lips and lit it.

    The back of his hand tapped against the wooden surface of the pew, producing a toc as soon as it was hit by the metal of his wedding band. "Sit", she was young, kind of cute, and a bit all over the place. It reminded him of his family, but he suppressed the urge to smile.

    "This is California, even the Arrows are pissy about concealed firearms", he told his fellow Guardian, gesturing to the bulge she was hiding. Her questions would be addressed in private.

    The couple that had followed looked damn near respectable. Even though he held his reservations, that's to say that the leggy blonde didn't speak a lot, while her aloof companion talked a tad too much.

    "It's Magus Samael for you", punctuated by a pause, "a piece of advice, it's unwise to bad-mouth somebody who's worked for the good of this community for longer than you've been here for"


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  7. #4
    Knot's Avatar
    Occultation
    Knot

    Nimbus
    Knot appears, for a moment, as a marionette, roughly carved from wood and painted in a facsimile of life, bound up in a spiderweb tangle of it's own strings, that are pulled every-which way by unseen hands.
    General Stats

    Health:
    Mana:
    WP:
    Defense: 6 (3)

    Active Spells: 3 / 6
    Base Paradox: 2 die
    Personal Spells
    2e Fortune's Protection
    (potency 8, +3 defense)

    Temporal Eddies
    (potency 1, mage sight)

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    OCC
    2
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    Well he was thirsty. Knot accepts Bacchus' offer of a drink and sips.

    He had no idea if this was good whiskey or not. "I've been here for a few months. San Fransisco's not an issue, and never has been as far as I've experienced. I correspond with some colleagues from there regularly, and whenever I've met them in person they've been perfectly pleasant."

    He raises an eyebrow at Winter's complaints over a hidden gun. He sincerely doubted that the Arrow gave a shit about concealed firearms, in fact, they probably approved of mages that carried. You'd think a Guardian would approve, since that meant they weren't going to throw out Vulgar Frayings if they got into a fight.

    "I object to people who's only interest seems to be building thrones for themselves. None of the so-called Councilors who exist now, including myself, are backed by anything other than the fact that they call themselves Councilors. It's more difficult to get a Burger King crown, since you have to buy a whopper." Knot snorts. "And the last time we all gathered, it was only Weavebreaker, Auora, and You who gave a shit about structuring our community. Everyone else is content with minding their own business."

    He looks to all of the newcomers and shrugs. "The truth is that there's no authority here. Even if the fearsome five here set up something, they don't own this building. They can't keep anyone who doesn't accept them out. I'm sure Weavebreaker wants there to be one because she craves structure. Auora seams to want one because she's appalled that Epitaph and I had a Duel instead of sitting around a campfire and singing Kumbaya to solve all our problems. I assume you only want structure so you can crawl up people's asses about using magic."

    "But please, Winter. If Samael's done anything but hold onto an empty position with no backing, I'd love to hear it. I'm sure you have oodles and oodles of examples of just how much he's done for the good of our little book club here." He gestures with his drink. "Regale us. Tell us stories about Sammy. What's he done? Why're you so eager to jump to the defense of someone who's been gone from our community for longer than I've been around? You'd think that with the kind of paranoia you show, you'd be worried that he's been suborned by an outside influence."
    Active Spells: 2e Fortune's Protection (Rote), Temporal Eddies (Improvised)

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  9. #5
    Nemo's Avatar

    Faceshifter
    Striking Looks
    (Androgynous)
    Nemo

    Carries:
    Derringer
    Makarov
    Smartphone

    +1
    SL
    2
    PRE

    It was not an understatement to say that the look Nemo shot Knot was reminiscent of googly eyes.

    "Dude," Nemo husked, taking a moment to regain her composure. "Of course they're pleasant! If you talk to the sanctioned people's representatives of North Korea, they're probably pretty pleasant, too. Like, they literally set up a secret puppet government here. Slipped in a Guardian pretending to be a Ladder as the Hierarch and sowed chaos all up and down the local Lex. Sheesh."

    Nemo took a moment to take in a breath, shaking her head, golden locks swaying, hands on her hips.

    "Also, like, thanks for the warning," she continued, looking to Winter this time, "but that guy over there," she explained, pointing at Alastor , "is wearing something that looks like a knife fucked some BDSM gear. Still, thanks for the heads up. I'll have to conceal better, next time."

    She reached out for a drink once Bacchus offered it, feeling like it was the perfect addition to her moment of pique. The Magister had hated alcohol and drugs of any kind. She could hear the tirades now. She hadn't even been allowed to have tylenol. Not even after getting her arms broken...

    "Thanks, Bacchus," she said, shooting the well built mage a grin. He was a little bit more white bread than she normally liked, but he did have great arms...

    "Anyways, basically, I agree with Knot. Anyone this concerned about structure would probably do better with the tyrants' ilk."
    Nemo. Thyrsus. Guardian of the Veil 1. Striking Looks (Androgynous).

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  11. #6
    A
    Alastor

    "I was going to say," Alastor said as he moseyed on over, having heard discussion about the Arrow being concerned about guns, "Pretty sure a dude who open carries the love child of a fuckin' skipping rope and the knife from Scream doesn't mind guns, concealed or otherwise," the Mastigos said with a chuckle.

    Handshakes were offered to Nemo and Bacchus.

    "Name's Alastor, with the Adamantine Arrow. Welcome. What brings you folks out to our lil' debate club town this fine day?"

    Tensions might have been high, but the Unchained was low on fucks to give, one way or the other. Some form of government would form. It always did. A mandate worth serving would appear. The job would get done.

  12. #7
    N
    Nebula

    For the first part of the discussion the Mastigos contented herself with keenly hearing what was being shared. Apparently, she had found two members from her Order. That was a good place to start. She was starting to have a basic sense of each one of them through what they said, how they said it, their mannerisms and also what they didn’t said.

    Her deep blue eyes took note of the offer from the handsomely disheveled Bacchus. She decided to take him up on it and grabbed a glass abstaining from commenting either his observation of grandpa’s display and Winter’s piece of advice regarding bad mouthing older established magus from the consilium…

    When Knot decided to continue to push the narrative Nebula decided it was time for a cigarette. Apparently it wasn’t a smoke free area – Winter had it before her... She opens a silver cigarette case draws a thin cylinder and light’s it with her zippo. Moments after a brief gout of smoke is expelled from her lips and starts ascending and dispersing.

    Nebula, attentive to the conversation notices how the blond woman – Nemo – was quietly spreading gasoline on the incendiary subject.

    ”Hi Alastor, I’m Nebula and likewise it’s a pleasure - thank you for the welcome!” She flashes a smile and quietly raises her glass in greet, glancing briefly to the crossbreed between skipping rope and Scream’s knife. Impressive!

    ”The discussion seems to be interesting.” Nebula takes a pause from savoring her cigarette to finally add.

    ”If you don’t mind me asking Knot, would you duel Samael if he somehow got Hierarch without the support of your Cabal? The question was made in the most quiet of tones as if the Mastigos was discussing what they should all have for dinner…

  13. #8
    Weavebreaker's Avatar
    Weavebreaker

    Obrimos | Adamantine Arrow | Consilium

    Gnosis ●●● | WP ●●●●●●● | Mana 9(12/3)


    Ritual Spells Active

    Supernal Vision(Cloaked)(Month)Potency 10

    Transform Aura(Cloaked)(Month)Potency 9
    Current Scenes

    The Descent of the Circle


    Phantasmal Armor - 6
    Supernal Vision - 5
    Mage Armor - 3

    Mana - 7
    Willpower - 6

    All the Kings Men

    Supernal Vision (Cloaked) - 5
    Transform Aura (Sleeper)(Cloaked) - 4
    Mana 7
    Witch Hunter

    Health:
    Mana
    Willpower:
    Armor 2
    Defense 2

    Vulgur Spells in Scene - 4 (+2 Paradox)

    Spell Tolerance - 2 (@3(-1))
    Active Spells - 3/6
    Read Matrices - 1
    Unseen Shield - 3
    Reduced Friction - 2

    2
    PRE

    Organizational Discussion Continued here<---------|
    Obrimos | Adamantine Arrow
    Gnosis ●●● | WP ●●●●●●● | Mana 9(12/3)

    Supernal Vision(Cloaked)(Month)Potency 10

    Transform Aura(Cloaked)(Month)Potency 9

  14. #9
    Bacchus's Avatar

    Presence
    (Genial)
    Striking Looks
    (Scruffy)
    Bacchus

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    "Hey." The Shaman said as his hands raised up in surrender to Winter. "I'm not trying to start something, I just want to know why we should respect the Ladder if the Ladder doesn't respect us?"

    R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me.

    "Scratch that. Why dwell on that when there are other things we can be talking about?"
    The Shamans's arms return to their resting position, one by his side and the other bringing the whiskey up for a drink. Bacchus listened to Knot explain the situation but chose not to add anything to that conversation. Instead he watched as the glasses were taken and smiled. Maybe with a little liquid accommodation the assembled magi could loosen up a bit. Drop the politics and connect with each other as individuals without the control and condescension of a babysitter official.

    Or maybe a few sips of whiskey was to much for Bacchus.

    "You're welcome." Bacchus raised his glass ever so slightly to Nemo and took his own sip. When Alastor came over a single eyebrow raised on the Apostate's head as his eyes fell to the contraption that had captured the conversation. It didn't change anything, or at least the extra glass being poured and handed to Alastor didn't seem to indicate any change. "I'm Bacchus. Thirsty?"

    "So what do you folks do for fun around here? Drinking games? Fight club? Movie night? What's the what for a newcomer bored by politics?"

    It wasn't the most eloquent way of articulating his question, but it was the most sincere.

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  16. #10
    Winter's Avatar
    Winter
    Presence
    (Stoic)
    Education
    (West Point Grad)
    Occultation
    Winter

    Nimbus

    Dark shadows scatter in ordered symmetrical patterns traversed by a crackling pallid silver light that wraps Winter in a pleasantly numbing and icy coldness.
    When vulgar magic is cast, the frequency of the oscillation of the dark fluid surges until the shadows arrange themselves in a solid black halo around Winter's head, the white light darkens into a fiery black sunlight and his eyes are set ablaze with vivid incandescence.
    Stats

    Health:
    Mana:
    WP:
    Armor: 1(General)/2(Ballistic)
    Defense: 3

    Active Spells: 1/6
    Personal Spells: 1/3
    Incognito Presence (Mind 2) Rote, Scene, Pot[1]

    1
    OCC
    2
    PRE

    The smoke came out from his mouth. "Hmm, the very first day you joined this Consilium you asked whether there was any established structure. You went as far as calling it a book club. Yet, here you are, in the very book club you openly despised". He paused for a second, preparing the second salvo, "Let's not ignore the fact that this meeting was convened after your levied a very grave accusation against one of your own. Apparently you deemed this book club important enough to witness your sealed deck duel and the beatdown that followed. A promise of secrecy was made leading to that duel - I assume - since no reason was listed prior to the event. A deal that you so abruptly rescinded with your concession speech and as soon as the Necromancer had you to the ground, even. The optics were what they were. Such an oathkeeper you are."

    He took another puff. "Look around, if nobody cared about all of this, why are they even here?"


    He frowned. "Acanthus, let's make this one thing clear. There is nothing you possess that I could ever want. I'm afraid the only things I crave are beyond the reach of the Lie. Other than that, don't believe you're privy to my goals, you're not that smart. As for Magus Samael, why don't you ask him yourself, he's over there, should I return the favor and try to break the ice for you?"


    He shifted to Nemo, the sterness of his look making space for softness, "The Arrow is an acknowledged member of this Consilium that is unlikely to put a bullet through my skull, you have been here for how long? Your referee isn't exactly a stellar mark on your resume either", he gestured towards Knot, "I wouldn't trust him to correctly vet a chocolate bar"


    Goldilocks was good, she knew how to push the right buttons.

    "Magus Bacchus, that's it? You've been here for 20 minutes, much of that time I assume has been spent between oogling at the ladies and likely Councillor Aurora and drinking. You must possess an incredibly thin skin to be disrespected that heavily in such a short time frame. I apologize for the callousness of the Awakened of Sacramento, in that case"


    He turned back to Knot, "If that is the case, you should air your grievance in public. I appreciate the tip, and I shall swiftly question the Councilor as to whether he's been the subject of any nefarious influence. Would you like to join me? Or should I confront him in public?"
    He rose up from his seat, and waved an arm up in the air, "Councilor Samael", a smirk apperead on his face.


    "Don't fuck with me", with a nod of farewell to the Acanthus, he left to join the organizatorial table.



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