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    Richard Price's Avatar

    Call me Rich
    Presence
    (Dignified)
    Composure
    (Calm)
    Mantle
    (Volcanic Pressure & Ash)
    Richard Price

    His skin appears to take on a deep gray color with distinct parallel lines crossing his body, in what almost looks like scars but is much darker then his normal skin but as the same vertical lines connect the horizontal the brickwork pattern becomes clear. His elbows, knees, and hips seem to crack and creak as he moves and if he stretches one can swear they see the outlines of gears but they seem to be missing on second glance. His midsection bears a jagged and broken looking scar that looks as though it threatened to tear him in half, looking as thought stone had almost been chipped away.

    It was easy enough to find a place to meet - while a formal space was in the works Rich would continue to secure space for formal meetings that gave them everything they needed. The upscale hotel had a large conference room with a long table, along the wall was a buffet with plenty of food - mostly breakfast since this was taking place in the morning, 9 am, still plenty of time for breakfast.

    The Crimson King himself wasn’t in formal dress, instead wearing a yellow t-shirt with a Nike check across the chest, and a pair of light blue denim jeans that had the shirt tucked into them. He had a simple sports watch today, no other major accessories, but was rocking a nice pair of sneakers.

    Rich was there earlier, making sure that everything had been prepped, and that the meeting was ready to go. He wanted to run over a few pleasantries, get faces acquainted with one another, and talk a bit about the coronation - in order to make sure things went as smooth as possible.

    The tall Ogre at this point was pouring himself some orange juice while he waited for the Spears to file in.

    Fawkes Circe Orion Simone Sangoma Cole Volker

    This thread will be closing on on the last day of the month so it is on the books before coronation

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    Orion

    Orion attended promptly at the hotel, dressed in khaki slacks and a white polo that stretched against the weight of the stony musculature beneath it. He wore supportive, sporty running shoes. In his pocket was his cellular phone and a lighter. He had sunglasses hanging from the V of his shirt -- all in all, the gargoyle looked like the picture of a perfectly normal older California dude at a conference, exactly as he needed to. The only concession to the lives of violence they led was the telescoping baton in his deep left pocket, in easy reach. It was, after all, a muster at a very public location. They'd need to be good.

    "Sir."


    He knocked twice on the doorframe, the word more a greeting than an inquiry. He came up on the buffet, a broad grin crossing his face at the plates of food he could easily consume. To work out as much as he did, you needed a fuckton of calories. Ogre metabolisms being what they were, he could put a dent in the food on offer just on his lonesome.

    "Good to see you. May I...?"

    The gargoyle gestured at the food. Obviously it was for eating, but he figured if he ought to ask and see if there was some order of operations the King wanted followed.

    Display Grandiose Might active. -2G


      3sux Grandiose Might
    Date Action Roll Result
    2019-05-22 02:48:48 Orion rolls 6 to Wyrd + Athletics (10 Again) 6, 5, 10, 10, 1, 7, 9, 1 3 successes

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    Simone Sangoma

    9AM. What an absolute ball-ache. Straight from a manic nightshift, Simone had stopped at a Starbucks and brought the largest, strongest coffee she could and loaded it with enough sugars that those stupid wooden spoons stood up on its own as she stirred. Knowing this was going ahead, however, Simone made sure she had a change of clothes at the hospital. The Darkling even managed to grab a quick shower before leaving work and heading to this meet and greet. Not that it ever cleaned her braids. The mud and dust of the Safari still clung, knotting her black hair together. It was a mark of endorsement, of toil and spite.

    Walking in to the conference room wearing black yoga pants, black Nike airs and a grey GAP sweater, she barely acknowledged the hulking Ogres as she stopped in between them both. A massive gulp of her coffee slid noisily down her dry throat.

    Finally, she spoke, looking at the King and Orion. “Gotta love night shifts. Is this food for us?” the Darkling asked hopefully.


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    Circe's Avatar
    Scene Stats
    Striking Looks
    (Exotic)
    Presence
    Mantle Dry Heat
    Circe

    Merit-Striking Looks (exotic)
    Mein:

    Her skin turns a slate-blue and her hair bone white. The whites of her eyes are blood red, the irises are purple with cat-slit black pupils. The helix of her ears elongate out 2" inches ending in a tip. Her features sharpen and her figure has an unnatural, inhuman litheness that can be intellectually disturbing.
    Scenes

    IDK
    CSbb
    Mask

    Her skin brings to mind Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, or Asian races, though her high cheek bones and sharp facial structure don't match. Most assume she is of mixed ancestry given the pale blonde hair. Alias Mary Maniscalo.
    Circe Scenes
     
      Rage singing, no work with Ozzy, Shake the shanty
     

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    Circe was dressed much more formal then was Richard. Though the top buttons were undone and the tie loose around her neck, clearly Circe wasn't going to be stuffy and formal about her suit. The most notable accessory was not the binder portfolio resting on a shoulder strap, the large coffee cup with BITCH written on the patron name space, nor the black sneakers she'd worn instead of formal shoes.

    No, as Circe hip checked the door open what was in her other hand. The tray of cannoli with chocolate chips on each end. "Hiya Generale. I got 'em," she greets Richard as she looks around the room to stop to look at Simone with a smile as she lofts the tray higher, "If it ain't girl, then these certainly are."

    Circe proceeds to the buffet to find a empty space for the dessert, "I'm Circe, nice ta meet ya both," is her cheerful greeting to the noobs. She casts a look at Richard, wondering is the elephant out of the room and at his forge needed to be talked about. Time would tell.
    Fairest: Larcenist | WYRD 2| Mantle: Dry Desert Heat |Health: 8 | Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7

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    Fawkes's Avatar
    Presence
    (Distant)
    Rigid Mask
    Summer Mantle
    (Cloying metallic scent, pressure)
    Fawkes
    Mien Details:

    An expressionless humanoid with a sectioned doll-like exoskeleton of sand-blasted glass. He has glass eyes that move and blink, and his mouth moves enough to speak naturally without a speech impediment, but does not emote. Fawkes does have the same hair as his Mask escaping from cracks in his scalp. It is actually magnetized red sand; any facial hair (eyebrows, beard, eyelashes) have to be artificially applied by hand.
    Active Pledges:

    Mentorship - Seraphina (Exp. Summer Coronation)

    Renewal Required:

    Good Neighbours - John Doe (Exp. 04/07)
    Good Neighbours - Maxwell J. Pierce (Exp. 03/26)

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    Fawkes was a few minutes late. Dressed in a beaten leather jacket and a black v-neck, he slips inside quietly when he hears the voices inside. The torrent of Mantles wasn't something that had graced Sacramento in a while, and he pauses for a moment as the tension of heat and atmosphere rouses the blood, before offering a quick salute to the King.

    The mannequin's gaze flicks to the food but he doesn't make a move for it. There's a large split under his eye where a small amount of red sand was collecting, but not escaping in the usual stream from such a mark.

    "King Price. M'am," he nods at Circe, "Orion, Simone." His tone is subdued as normal. Fawkes eyed Simone's massive caffeine injection, and felt a little bad knowing enough that she wouldn't be appreciating the hour. The Darkling had mentioned she was a nurse at Sera's party—hopefully it was one of her days off.

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    Richard Price's Avatar

    Call me Rich
    Presence
    (Dignified)
    Composure
    (Calm)
    Mantle
    (Volcanic Pressure & Ash)
    Richard Price

    His skin appears to take on a deep gray color with distinct parallel lines crossing his body, in what almost looks like scars but is much darker then his normal skin but as the same vertical lines connect the horizontal the brickwork pattern becomes clear. His elbows, knees, and hips seem to crack and creak as he moves and if he stretches one can swear they see the outlines of gears but they seem to be missing on second glance. His midsection bears a jagged and broken looking scar that looks as though it threatened to tear him in half, looking as thought stone had almost been chipped away.

    ”We are the Iron goddamn Spear, folks - Not only is this food for us, but is our duty to eat like an army twice our size. It intimidates anyone who thinks they can step to us.

    Rich had a small smirk across his face at the attention paid to the buffet, but gave them full on permission to hit it up.

    ”So please, take all you want - and if we need more, we can make that happen. And thank you for the gift Circe, we all appreciate it.”

    With an open hand the King motioned to the whole spread, and grabbed his own orange juice before moving to the board table, taking a seat at the head of it in the office style chair that had full on swivel action and the ability to lean back. No expense was spared here. Leaning back and engaging said lean-back action the King sipped at the orange juice as he let the Courtier raid the food not seeing any issue to rush them. Once they had their plates filled (maybe even emptied and refilled from what he assumed Orion’s calorie intake was) and had grabbed a seat he would ease into the matters at hand.

    ”Alright, so first and foremost - this isn’t anything super formal here today, I figured we had some new faces and I want to make sure we all get to rub shoulders a little. We have a special event in our honor coming up - I already have a venue in mind and its booked for us, and we don’t have to worry about mundies. Figured we could talk about what kind of special summer flavor we could add to the night. Honoring our Mantle is something I would definitely like to do - consider the floor open for suggestions.”

    “Secondly, before we get any further, we will be one Spear short today. A member of our ranks - Mr. Cole Volker - is serving out a banishment from the Freehold proper for threats against myself and the Corporal. This situation has not been helped by the fact I recently learned he lashed out against multiple members of the Emerald Court. He was given an opportunity to attend today without violating the terms of this sentence but refused. The situation is being handled on multiple fronts, and if you have any questions or concerns please reach out to me after we are done with the main points today.”


    He tipped back the last of the orange juice and put the glass down on the table with large clunk. Needed that to wet his whistle after his little breakdown, serious issues needed to be addressed sooner rather than later.

    ”Figure we can also sit around and shoot the shit a bit, and once we are done you are all invited for drinks - it's happy hour somewhere and I have no problem with a drink before noon.”



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    Orion

    Simone came, then the Sergeant and Fawkes. Food was already disappearing at an alarming rate down the Ogre's gullet, fueling the gargoyle's prodigious might and endless need for micro-repair of his musculature. His offhand gave a wave to the group. "Good to see you folks again. Name's Orion." He wasn't talking with food in his mouth, but that would have been about the only moment for the minute or two in which Richard gave his speech about what this muster was about. He looked at the cannoli with great interest, but decided to hold off and let others enjoy it before he annihilated it, too. The King had said it was his duty to eat like an army. Orion would oblige him.

    The news about the guy getting banished from the Freehold for threats against the King and Corporal caused the Ogre's burning red eyes to narrow. It wasn't his business, and it sounded like it was handled, but he'd bear it in mind.

    "We got a threat that we need to rally against for the Coronation? If not, you want to do something more... sportive? A field day, maybe? Anything to get the blood flowing and competition rolling."

    Theirs was, after all, a court about striving to be the very best competitors they could be.

    I note if we're planning things for the Coronation, we have until the end of the month to get this thread wrapped - so let's bear that in mind and keep this bad boy moving.

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    Simone Sangoma

    “Hey,” Simone replied to both Fawkes and Circe as they arrived before helping herself to a plateful of whatever she could find within reach. Coffee and carbs. Great way to end a shift.

    Moving to the closest chair, the Darkling sunk into the seat, feeling her entire body relax as the others began to talk. The coffee was delicious and keeping her brain focused. Was going to be hell to get to sleep in a few hours but luckily, she wasn’t on shift later. She could sleep until the night was in full swing

    Chewing on a bagel as the King spoke, she took interest in the Summer currently banished but invited to this meet and greet, and making the conscious decision not to attend. Wrath was a good motivator but it wouldn’t be the first time the sun had burned too bright. Simone shook her head.

    “Whatever you need, I’ll help with,” Simone offered as her body slowly began to take on board the energy from her makeshift breakfast. “Where you planning on holding it?”



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    Circe's Avatar
    Scene Stats
    Striking Looks
    (Exotic)
    Presence
    Mantle Dry Heat
    Circe

    Merit-Striking Looks (exotic)
    Mein:

    Her skin turns a slate-blue and her hair bone white. The whites of her eyes are blood red, the irises are purple with cat-slit black pupils. The helix of her ears elongate out 2" inches ending in a tip. Her features sharpen and her figure has an unnatural, inhuman litheness that can be intellectually disturbing.
    Scenes

    IDK
    CSbb
    Mask

    Her skin brings to mind Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, or Asian races, though her high cheek bones and sharp facial structure don't match. Most assume she is of mixed ancestry given the pale blonde hair. Alias Mary Maniscalo.
    Circe Scenes
     
      Rage singing, no work with Ozzy, Shake the shanty
     

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    She nods along with Richard's words on Cole, "Yeah I checked ta see if our berserker blacksmith wanted a lift," Circe stood up from the canolli tray and sipped her coffee. She got a plate and began gathering some food. "He said somethin' about it'd be dishonorable ta ditch his probation," she made air quotes at probation, "Guess he wants ta do it right."


    She finished her scavenging with a canolli. As for the part about things not being formal that got a amused grin from Circe as she looked down at her suit. She'd over dressed for the Summer event after under dressing for Spring. Rather then take a seat the elfin Fairest found a empty spot on the table to lean against. "Nice ta meet ya too Orion, welcome aboard."


    "Sparring," was her suggestion for the Summer event, "Get practice weapons ta teach anybody that wants ta learn how ta fight. Or show off yer skills with a shiv," she eats a piece of toast as she thinks on it. "Can't really do that with my weapons. And I don't think yer," Circe points at Richard with the toast, "Hostin' at High Striker so I can't spar with shooting." She finished the toast without mentioning how most wouldn't want to play there with her again. "Or a display of Summer craftwork," she quirks her right eyebrow and ear while looking between Richard and Fawkes. "A lil' reminder we're more then just warriors but," Circe shrugs, "Can't really tel if it'd work without knowing the venue."


    As for threats that got Circe to cast a look towards Richard. Would he want mention made of the fetch making investigation? Or perhaps the business with the hob caravan? After giving Richard a flat look for a few moments the Larcenist's white hair bobbed as she nodded in deference to him. If they'd talk about threats well he was King so he could say yay or nay to that.
    Fairest: Larcenist | WYRD 2| Mantle: Dry Desert Heat |Health: 8 | Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7

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    Fawkes's Avatar
    Presence
    (Distant)
    Rigid Mask
    Summer Mantle
    (Cloying metallic scent, pressure)
    Fawkes
    Mien Details:

    An expressionless humanoid with a sectioned doll-like exoskeleton of sand-blasted glass. He has glass eyes that move and blink, and his mouth moves enough to speak naturally without a speech impediment, but does not emote. Fawkes does have the same hair as his Mask escaping from cracks in his scalp. It is actually magnetized red sand; any facial hair (eyebrows, beard, eyelashes) have to be artificially applied by hand.
    Active Pledges:

    Mentorship - Seraphina (Exp. Summer Coronation)

    Renewal Required:

    Good Neighbours - John Doe (Exp. 04/07)
    Good Neighbours - Maxwell J. Pierce (Exp. 03/26)

    1
    PRE

    The Elemental watches with disinterest as the rest tuck in, eventually settling on a couple of eggs and strips of bacon with a cannoli as an afterthought. He certainly didn't want to be rude or come off as ungrateful after Price's jovial encouragement. Sitting across from Richard and next to Circe, he picks at the plate as Richard brings everyone up to speed and sets out a casual invite, nodding to himself.

    Cole's decision didn't surprise him. Circe's insistence on providing an excuse for the absence was nice of her, like she was shielding the kid from a bunch of teenagers eager to pick at weakness. The Metalflesh's task was to show he could work with other perspectives and personalities rather than exploding from a disagreement. Whoosh. However dressed up, to the other Crimson torrent the honour code he was signalling was a hilarious way of saying "I'm too upset."

    How gracious of him.

    "Field day would engage everyone," he says to bounce off Orion's suggestion. "Not every Lost is martially trained. Sparring could be one. Different competitions. Maybe the Courts can organize their teams. Do we want to pick every event, or invite the others to submit one or two suggestions in the weeks leading up to get them invested?"

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