(2002) Formal Business Concilium

[Aurora]

Wisest? Hardly. Only one was wiser than her, and that was Campy.

But some lessons needed to be learned the hard way. And this was the hard way.

And she supposes she helped set this train wreck on its course, not taking the Councilor position. So the only thing left to do was sit and watch it burn. Watch the failure.

Ignoring the urge to roll her eyes, she finds a seat, sits down, and proceeds to watch the excitement unfold. There wouldn’t be a word out of her.

Though it wasn’t what Campy said that caught her attention, it was display. Blue eyes widen in awe and surprise.

She had never seen his Nimbus, and to see it in all its glory? Well, it was beyond impressive. This was why he was Hierarch. And this is why none should oppose him.

Her respect for her former Cabal member grew, and her fear.

[Anima]

I wonder if it would be unbecoming to pull the orange out of my briefcase and eat it while all this goes on? It seems Awakened of Sacramento wish to keep with breaking tradition in their Lex. Must be some rich piece of history there that causes them to cling to it. Anima resists the urge to snack, and the following urge to peek across the gauntlet to see what motes are being birthed by the passionate responses of everyone. He waits for an appropriately awkward length of time after Shodan declines the offer to call for a Duel Arcane. Pity. That would have more entertaining than this "trial" but he admits to himself it's probably for the best. He ignores the barbs and the jabs, the Primal Queen would never bother with such behavior. He glances around to make sure no one else is going to jump at their one shot at the throne.

He glances at Papilio but the Mastigos councilor is silent. Winter almost looks as eager to see a duel happen as he felt.

He clears his throat.

"Master Aurora is correct. The penalty in the Lex Magica is imprisonment. If the accused has plead guilty to speaking of the Mysteries before Sleepers, perhaps he can repeat what was said so we can determine the severity and agree on an appropriate length of incarceration so that he may meditate on the recklessness of his actions."

[Pixel]

A smile and nod are given to Rose, Pixel's silent acknowledgement that it was okay.

Then Campanella spoke as shadow oozed into being under his halo'd form. It was actually something visually stunning. The contrast of light from the halo and darkness from the shadows was undoubtedly meant to send a message, but what? Was it as straight forward as recognizing his will as the light in the darkness? Or maybe he viewed the traditions he defended as the light that guided the awakened out of the shadows. He wasn't sure he agreed with either, but he respected the divvying of power. The concilium was a representative democracy in it's most basic ideals, and while Pixel definitely preferred the Assembly he had to acknowledge that Campanella had the option of maintaining a pure dictatorship and chose not to.

Finally Anima broke the silence. By acknowledging his mistake he saved some face in the Warlock's eyes, but he was still the onion dude for now.

[Campanella]

Campanella's Nimbus has long since winked out. He ends his spell with a dismissive gestured and whirls back around to the Council. His mouth has firmed into an uncharacteristic grimace; his eyes still blaze. One hand reflexively curls into a fist before he releases it.

"Not today," he replied to Winter simply.

"Councillors. Magus Kaze has admitted guilt and demonstrated a willingness to cooperate, so you only need to deliberate on a suitable punishment. You will need to discuss further the case against Magus Shodan. I would note that Magus Shodan has already duelled Magus Winter over points of Wisdom, and has lost."

He kept his eye on Winter.

Then deliberately took a step to the side so that it was the Council who held the centre of attention.

From his new vantage point, the Moros Hierarch watched them. All.

And looks like I messed up a little with the spells. Shadow Sculpting as a Death 3 Spell... Is a Death 3 spell!!

I forgot Dox.

Campy's Gnosis is 4 so he has a base Paradox Pool 2 (-1 for 3 dot spell) is 1 Paradox Pool.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-02-14 23:22:40		Dox for Campy rolls 1 to Dox reduced to chance die (10 Again, Chance)		4		failure

Campy uses 1 mana to burn away the Dox before it happens.

The 'volume' of the spell is smaller as well - still effective for what he wants to do.

[Winter]

A salty smell assaults his senses, but the Hierarch's will proves itself stronger than Oblivion by quickly filling the air with the aroma of entropy.
Yet again, the Libertine writes a check he can't cash, and the Guardian - from his seat in the middle of the chamber - is left wondering just how long the younger mage will continue to test the boundaries of their patience.
A brief knowing nod is exchanged with the Hierarch before he speaks. "From what I've been told, it is just a minor infraction", Liar. A breach of the veil is a breach, no matter what. "But it isn't his first either. Singularly, it wouldn't be worthy of much thought, but taken altogether... I'm starting to see a pattern. A month of confinement under the Guardian's watch sounds appropriate", steep but not too harsh, his eyes cut to the Arrow turned Apostate.

[Phoenyx]

Well. That was interesting. The Hierarch she has seen win his duel, against Alastor, and it had been a hard-fought fight. The shadows and light.... she coulds appreciate the effect glancing off the western holy symbology.

The Arrow watched Campenella keenly, a smile tugging at her lips. He was looking out at all the mages, and she at least would hold his gaze if their eyes crossed, but inclined her head to him. She respected the Hierarch, even if his mysterious "allies" keeping the Seers at bay had yet to show themselves. However, until there was a call for other business or an open floor, her role was as it always was. Protect the Pentacle. Watch, and be ready.

Phoenyx turned to watch the council's deliberations, Glancing across to Kaze, and her smile faltered into her serious frown.

[Star]

Man, that sucked. Nobody wanted an ice cream cone shoved in their face? That's epic-ly disappointing. Up side? He's going to keep lick lick licking away at it. It's all good. Purpose served. Mission accomplished. Other people are stepping up. Leave it to Beaver to tell off the hot chick. That's not how you get laid.

And, gosh, Camper's gone wild.

Like so many others, the angel is surprised. Unlike them? It's not the actual display... it's the display. Who knew he had a sense of showmanship? Which immediately begged the question whether or not his usual accouterments were showpieces rather than... being all Mysterium and stuff.

He's already shaking his head every-so-subtly whenever Winter's eyes happen to pass over it.

No.

Nope.

Nuh-uh.

No way.

If Winter wants to babysit Kaze? It's all good. But not him.

[Briar Rose]

People are speaking words. The sounds pressed from throats, and sculpted by vibrations and want. Briar Rose doesn't really let them weigh into her yet. Mind focused more on afterimage of the ink and shadow spill, the fire and void, the contrast of luscious light and delirious dark.

Her mouth is dry and she realizes in that absent way made solid that she really wanted to bite those cheekbones.

Which. Um.

Words.

Trial. Punishment for infractions. She should know how this Consilium handles those.

For Reasons

[Winter]

A Council of mutes, that's what it was. And so it falls on his shoulders to play devil's advocate through an otherwise pretty one-sided trial. "Does any of you disagree with my assessment?", he petitions his peers.