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(2002) Formal Business Concilium
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February has arrived.
The California temperature had fallen to the mid fifties, politics permeated the news cycle, and the entire state bustled in anticipation of the Superbowl. Not that most of that mattered to the Awakened. No, today was about sorting out any formal business the Concilium required. Councilors would be declared, undoubtedly followed by talks of trials and heralds. Necessary topics, even if the Warlock would probably space out more then once for them.
Pixel was there first, standing in the Sanctuary. Dressed in jeans and a camo jacket, he seemed more ready for a hunt then a formal gathering. Then again, Libertine. Maybe he was making a statement with his clothes. Then again, college student. Maybe this was the best he could afford. Then again, maybe he just didn't think there was a dress code. Was there? One way to find out.
"Anybody home?"
Time to figure some stuff out.
2E Mind Sight, 2E Space Shield
Abacus laid on a row of chairs, his coat draped over one of them. He dressed simply in a cable-knit sweater. The book was weathered and the pages smelled of ancient libraries built of stone and dust. He licked his thumb in order to turn a particularly stubborn page.
Then heard the voice.
His eyes darted from the words to the...boy standing in the middle of the room. He quickly returned to his book.
"Yeah."
The Guardian arrives shortly afterwards, walking at a brisk pace. A cigarette is perpetually stuck in his mouth and a brown coat is flung over his shoulders.
"Gentlemen", he says, perhaps assuming a bit too much about their character. And he slowly approaches the Councilors seats.
"Did you know..."
The angel is suddenly there, walking out of an alcove where space quivers and collapses with a sigh that carries a hint of warm, salty air.
"That it's officially 'Ice Cream For Breakfast Day'?"
He's celebrating, too, with a big golden brown waffle cone that's holding up oversized scoops like Atlas bearing the weight of the world. It's an irreverent mixture of chocolate peanut butter and pistachio, with gauzy little clouds of whipped cream circumnavigating the frozen globes. Each time his arm moves, bright pink letters stand out on his t-shirt.
FACE OF AN ANGEL
BODY OF A PORN STAR
The eccentric Shaman arrives, entering from the Libertine wing. For perhaps the first time, he doesn't appear quite so eccentric, dressed in a well-made suit (albeit a few years behind current trends) and carrying a brief case he looks down right business-like.
"Good day all."
He pauses for a moment and sniffs the air, smiles at an old memory before approaching Winter.
"A moment of your time before things get going?"
He doesn't want to be late.
Of course, the formality of this meeting makes it predictable. They'll learn who will represent the Paths, in all likelihood a Herald (and possibly new Sentinel) will be picked, and then - last but not least - a date for Shodan's trial will be chosen. Maybe, maybe it will be spiced up by an announcment or arrival.
And yet, Shodan doesn't want to miss it. There's only one way to keep abreast of the news and trends in the local Awakened community, and that is attending these things. He can't afford to ignore the developments, especially on his current shaky grounds. Therefore, dressed in black and silver, he enters the Circle, finding some known faces already there.
"What's up?"
The Master of Life arrives, not wanting to be late. Not that it was a problem, she was usually early for everything.
Breezing into the building, she wore crisp white pants and an almost skin colored top. She sees the familiar faces, plus a new one. But that was normal for Sacramento, so many coming and going, it was hard to keep up sometimes.
A smile and small wave as she takes a sip from her coffee.
Glad Im not late.
Ron Jeremy, if he kept up with those unhealthy eating habits of his. He doesn't want to know how, better assume he was a fixed prop, there from the very beginning and put the matter to rest. He just nods at him.
"Master Aurora, Doctor, Magus Shodan", he points at one of the side chapels, "Of course Doctor, please follow me"
Winter exits to a side thread Anima
"Hey."
It was his one word greeting to the mages as they entered along with a smile. An eyebrow arches up at Shodan's outfit, but it's Star who manages to hold his attention.
"You mean I wasted my morning on a bagel?" Total disappointment. Pixel's right hand raised up as he snapped his fingers. His attention then fell to the pink on Star's shirt and the Warlock couldn't contain his smirk. File that question as answered. "So does ice cream cake count?"
it didn't matter if it didn't. Someone was having ice cream cake for breakfast tomorrow. Also Master Aurora? Tuck that away as a convo starter for later, next to the perception of privacy.
Well, Morgan might be late, but she wasn't a fucking enchanter, so who cared? Dressed in a studded leather jacket, Okkultist t-shirt, black jeans, and boots, she definitely had her sub-culture out on display. Or maybe it was camouflage. Maybe she was secretly a mastermind, and had concocted this elaborate ruse to fool them into thinking, ha, she wondered if any of the Guardians were having those paranoid thoughts. Naw, she was pretty direct.
Directly late.
Yup.