Con Spells Cloaked
Supreme Aug:Pre+3 Man+2 dur 12hrs;Skill Mastery Socialize+2 Persuasion+4 dur 12 hrs
Pixel was nestled away in the Free Council's corner of the Circle. He never really saw anyone around it, which of course made it the perfect place to get away for a bit.
He was sprawled out on the floor in a corner opposite the door. Raddy clothes as was the norm, with a messenger bag on the floor next to where he was sitting (also on the floor btw). On the bag was a half eaten cold cut, a cup of some beverage beside it and set of pencils beside that. Pixel himself was sitting with his legs crossed, a sketchbook flipped open in his lap.
One of the pencils from the set was scribbling away to complete a work of art he had been working on. A man stood on a tiled floor, his head circled by a halo that cast his features in a darkness that was reminiscent of the old noir genre. The cracks between the tiles oozed shadows like flame that sat still on the page but almost seemed to want to dance. The mans face was blackened out, and the piece itself was stylized enough it was far from photo real, but the effects, bearing, and relative refinement of the garments was unmistakable.
Pixel was finished drawing Campanella.
2 suxx sight, 1 suxx armor, 15 suxx to create art
A tired looking surgeon enters the Free Council area of the Circle. He peeks into the Assembly Hall, before finding the sprawled Pixel sketching on the floor.
Not one to interrupt an artist at work, the doctor takes a seat, his slacks and shirt looking less than perfectly pressed, a jacket folded over an arm. No vintage doctor's bag today.
The pencil flicks across the page a few more times and stops. The silence that Pixel had enjoyed for hours was interrupted, not that he minded.
"Wassup doc?"
He looks up from his work to smile at the Councilor.
The Shaman offers Pixel a mirthless smile. "It's been a long day. What's up with you, Bugs?"
The Shaman's mirthless smile is met with an amused smirk.
"Nothing much. Needed some time away from the muggles and I didn't have any readings left so I figured I'd come here and see what happened."
His eyes flick down to the pad of paper he had just finished drawing in before returning to Anima.
Eyebrows raise, "Readings?"
He glances over at the notepad, but doesn't try to peek. A viewing hasn't been offered.
"Just school stuff. Algebra, chemistry, all the dull stuff." He shrugged the inquiry off.
Anima's glance isn't even registered. Pixel isn't doing anything to hide what he was drawing. It may just be that the Free Councilor doesn't understand he's meant to invite the Shaman.
"What about you? Long day?"
Ah, those kinds of readings. The Shaman grins with amusement at his own thoughts. So the Mastigos was not moonlighting as a psychic.
“Very Long day. Take a word of advice, if there is any way you can avoid a mundane life, do so. Live your days filled with magic and wonder and discovery. Avoid paperwork at all costs.”
"That's the plan."
He continues smirking as he tilts his creation up to show the Shaman.
"I'm going to school for the arts. Getting my gen eds out of the way and then I can get to the meat of it."
A nod is offered. "Perfectly reasonable plan."
"Studying anything that reflects your Supernal interests?"