(Fugitive) All Roads Lead to the Circle
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Shodan is the first to arrive at the Circle, excited about his findings and whatever the other group might have dug up. His attire is casual, with only a t-shirt that stands out a bit. There's a dark sports bag on his arm and a coffe to-go cup in his hand.
Seeing that there's no one else here yet, the Libertine takes the time to assemble five chairs into a circular shape. He takes a sit on one and, sipping his coffee, waits on the others.
Equipment: Laptop, Smartphone, Multitool and the Etheric Tracker/Energy Meters, all stored in a sports bag
Kaze enters, smiling and nodding respectfully all around with a wave to Shodan whom he comes over to stand by. "Hey." he says in a friendly tone.
Kaze has spells up (below) and is wearing a plain black shirt under a brown leather, padded jacket and has on black trousers and black athletic shoes. He has a leather satchel over his shoulder with a medical kit in it.
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It had been awkward but Langdon had worked out how to change his clothes without possibly contaminating anything else of his and then find a new set to wear, then find a safeish place the keep the old clothes. Well only awkward if someone else was watching really. Thankfully no one was...probably.
The Moros walks into the Circle and wanders until he finds Shodan and Kaze. "Hey" Wearing a relatively new set of slakes and dark button down that will ideally not be soiled by the abyss.
Equipment: Pens, notebook, ritual knife, phone, wallet, keys
Spells: Legacy Space Sight, Monthly ritual Matter armor (4 armor)
They had convened to meet back at the Circle for a debriefing. The Guardian't hadn't been too happy with what transpired from his early meeting with the FBI and neither he was appreciative of the way Shodan had conducted his business.
The past two days had been a game of cat and mouse, where the Guardian kept erasing his traces and feeding the suits on his tail false trails, until he was reasonably sure he had evaded their scrutiny. Still, the Guardian was visibly annoyed. The stubble on his chin having grown past five o'clock. He makes a beeline for the circle of chairs, takes off the jacket of his suit and leaves it hanging from the back of his seat, pulls up the sleeves of his white shirt and then sits down.
For a few endless moments silence reigns supreme, he absentmindedly nods to Langdon and Kaze, but his dogged gaze is all on the Libertine.
"You pull another stupid stunt like the one you've pulled back in that cafe'. And your invisibility going on and off in the middle of a bunch of sleepers is going to be the least of your problems", his tone is severe, cold, logical, "This is not a threat. It is a statement. Are we clear?"
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Langdon and Kaze each receive a nod - they are friends, that's how you greet friends. And then there's Winter. All puffed up like a balloon.
"Winter, dearest of all my friends" Shodan says to the other Obrimos, and his words are coated in a bucketload of venom "So you were there after all. Perhaps it'd be different if you didn't decide to not only refrain from helping me like you agreed to, but also actively tried to mess with my job. Kids, Winter? Seriously?" He still can't believe the Susceptor can descend that low, but hey - it's not like he really knows the Guardian.
"You are the last person that gets to lecture me. So shut up and listen, you duplicitous fuck" The Libertine's voice is sharp like a razor's edge "Is Aurora coming? I have important information that can save all of your asses, and I'd rather not repeat myself"
Kaze smiles at Langdon and nods, "Councillor." he acknowledges quietly.
He stifles a sigh and keeps quiet as Winter and Shodan trade accusations and verbal jabs. He nods slightly, glad at the thought that Aurora is expected. Hopefully her presence would settle things down a little.
Strike one of Three.
In that moment the Guardian figured that a Libertine nursing his bruised ego was preferable to scraping the splinters of his skull out of whatever flavor of soylent soup the FBI was going to turn the very dumb "best hacker on the west Coast" into.
A controlled outburst of rage hopefully would scare some sense into him. A few syllables of High Speech escape his mouth, as his mind reaches for Arcadia to select the most optimal course of action.
"Listen to me, you serpentine looking dumbfuck. Those kids saved your life", behind his back, the scattered shadows of the room coalesced into a black superfluid, crackling with a malicious silvery light and radiating icy coldness. Quickly, they merged to form a halo behind his back, a black sun radiating a maddening light. The Guardian's voice is deep, his eyes take a malignant incandescence, and for a second his nimbus takes an almost abyssal resonance, as if multiple eyes were staring directly into the Libertine, "and if rather than ruin a bunch of Sleepers by being a moron, you had actually performed the Intelligence part in Intel Operation, instead of busying yourself with shooting your wad like a virgin teenager the night of his prom, this conversation wouldn't have occurred". He errs closer, advancing slowly but menacingly, waiting until the best moment to spring to action. Behind his back his thumb brushes against his index, in a quick motion.
Yes, he thinks. The light hits his face just at the right angle. Like the statue of a vengeful god, he towers over the Libertine, his eyes boring unto him.
"I'll tell you once, and you better listen... listen to me well. I'm not in the habit of letting a bunch of Councilmen handle my duties. For decades I have performed my job to the best of my abilities. Occasionally turning a blind eye, but sometimes there's a problem that you just can't let go. Are you going to be that problem?", he asks coldly.
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Flared his nimbus
His hand almost raises to ask what exactly the Guardian is referring to but Shodan's interjection stills Langdon. Instead of drawing attention to himself Langdon remains relatively motionless, a small fidget in his seat at the most. He knows how this sort of thing ends...with Sleepers at least. And a nod back to Kaze, though.. maybe Langdon's missed something.
Rriiiggghhtttttt that's one hell of a Nimbus on an Obrimos. Do all Guardians become like that or is it only Winter?
"Sooo care to share why... uhh. I guess this?" Langdon asks his question softly because really, he knows he can't win against Winter. Doubly so when Winter seems ready to break things.
People react in strange ways when they are intimidated. Sure, Winter got what he wanted - the Libertine backs away, chair and all a couple of inches, he turns a few shades paler (because holy fuck, what kind of Nimbus is that?) and for a good long moment can't quite make eye contact with this... this avatar of seething rage. He stays silent, thankful to whatever guardian angel (pun not intended) watches over him that the gulp he made was drowned out by Winter's tirade.
So yes, there was fear. But there also was pain and anger. Langdon, you fucking coward. This Libertine will have words with you, of that - you can be certain.
"Fuck you" He directs at Winter, but Shodan's usual eloquence and resolve is gone.
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"Since you are already talking, you can share with the group what you found. And if you have any general words of wisdom on spywork, I'm all ears" He says, trying to reestablish surety in his voice. Failing, for the moment.