Dark Mirror: Sacrifice

[Cayce]

The Clock is breaking.

In the Past, such as the Past is, the Clock would begin to tick, hands jerking backwards, dragging the weight of the universe itself behind them as though the threads of Time were anchor chains.

But now, the Clock is breaking. The hands jerk forward, Reality itself shuddering with each monumental crash of temporal thunder, and soon, very soon, the impossible will happen: a portal into a Future-That-Could-Be will open. A future where the Seers rule.

The portal will open soon. Not once, but three times, in fact. Three instance...but one future? Or three?

All that is known is that it will be dangerous, yet the knowledge gained could be without measure...

Knot Sand Banshee Eurydice Phoenyx

[Phoenyx]

Dark eyes snap open.

From her meditation pose in the barracks of the Adamantine Arrow, Phoenyx feels a cold sweat along her back.

Something is wrong. She can't tell what it is, but it's intuitive. Like another sense she has always had all along, tied to her magic. The Obrimos sits up, and looks along the bunks.

Where the hell is Kaze?

Quickly pulling on her coat, her knives and grabbing her pistol, Phoenyx moves catiously down the stairs and our into the main chambers. Even though not a student of Time or Matter, as she stared at the clock Phoenyx knows something is awry, although she has no idea what. Not wanting to leave it alone, the Obrimos calls down the corridors, trying to find another Mage to look closer.

"Hello?"

Really hope I'm not the only one here.

[Banshee]

After the disastrous Consilium meeting, wherein the brightest spot was that she discovered there were more open to a democracy then she had thought considering the amount of Diamond-sworn within Sacramento, Banshee had been preparing for this day.

The mythical Clock that had failed to provide more opportunities for the Wise to go forward or back to thwart the Exarch fellating Seers since long before Banshee had even decided to come to Sacramento.

Now, now it was breaking. Splitting, fracturing. They might strand themselves in a future dark and horrible. Bleak and black as her lips, but each of the magi would have to try. This was a opportunity they could not waste, the information they could glean, what they could learn to burn the Seers in this time....it was worth any risk.

Equipment: Leather Jacket (reinforced clothing), running shoes, lighter, pepper spray, cell phone on silent, backpack w/ 3 water bottles, granola bars, spare clothes