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Knot sighs. "Well, if you can't win an argument with the Truth, stomping off in a huff is the next best thing I guess. The Winter experience, everyone. Indicative of the spirit of paranoia and fear that causes the Wise of Sacramento to lash out. I'm sure you'll get plenty of encores when you have your private meetings," he adds with a bit of compassion towards Nebula and Nemo.
Maybe these two Guardians wouldn't live down to the worst stereotypes of the Guardians of the Veil, not that Guardians seemed to care how others viewed them.
"Please Nemo," Knot says with a pained look on his face. "I don't speak with the sanctioned people's representatives of the San Fransisco Sinister Wizard Consortium, I meet with a small group of eccentric nerds, librarians and hobos and we argue over the impractical and esoteric minutia of the arcana. It's all Mysterium stuff. We don't talk about politics, and I divine my future before any trip. It's perfectly safe." He shrugs. "Or, well, as perfectly safe as I can ensure it to be." They didn't need to know the details of the Mysterium's Guanxi Network.
Knot shrugs at Nebula's question. "Challenge him for what? The seat? Please. I'd hope, considering this city's track record with people swooping in from outside and declaring themselves Hierarch with hidden but nefarious intent, that everyone would object to Samael making that claim. And, if for some reason everyone else did support him, I'm not foolish enough to oppose everyone. Not to mention that I'm not qualified for the position and I don't want the job if I won." He grimaces at the idea. "Now, if he, or any other Hierarch let their power go to their head and they started trying to conscript me, or order me around, or otherwise stuck their nose into my business, I'll tell them to fuck right off and challenge me if they don't like it."
"So. Fun is the new topic?" Knot asks. "Well, there's the arguing. That's the baseline of course. Then there's the the magical clock," He gestures towards the Arrow Clock-tower with his drink, "but it's been silent since before I arrived. It's apparently our only slash primary defense against Seer Chronomantic Assault." Knot bops himself on the forehead with the palm of his free hand. "Ah yes, I don't know if you know. I know I didn't. But the Seers attacked a previous timeline at what appear to be some sort of fracture points, and managed to revise the original timeline, replacing it with the one we currently experience. There's missing buildings, people, history, and so on. Aurora and Weavebreaker both claim to remember the past timeline to some degree if you wish to speak with them about it. We have a sinister soul eating garden hidden underground in a pocket of warped space and direction, connected to an esoteric labyrinth mirroring and symbolizing the Fall that seems to have been made by, what I believe are Archmages who've gathered up shards of the previous broken timeline and fitted them together in a kind of mmmm... I called it Temporal Kintsugi." He waves one hand and takes some more of the whisky. "I'm writing a paper on it. I figure I've earned the right after falling something like four miles into a sinister soul eating garden."
"But yes, there's not much community here," Knot admits. "And that's a sad state of affairs. We're a small enough group that we should do something, but I also don't trust some of our people to not try and use it as a pretext for empire building instead of getting to know one another and I expect that any gathering would eventually explode into an argument. It's a fairly populous city, I'm getting to know her and there's stuff to do." He glances over to Nemo for a moment before continuing to Bacchus. "Someone told me that apparently it has the most trees per capita in the world? What do you like to do for fun Bacchus? There's a lot of clubs, depending on what you're into..."
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