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Supreme Aug:Pre+3 Man+2 dur 12hrs;Skill Mastery Socialize+2 Persuasion+4 dur 12 hrs
(2003) Fate Leads to Sacramento
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He's been around Mystagogues long enough to recognize their mudras when they threw them in your face. Besides, the Acanthus Councilor (?) had already proven his rudeness beyond reasonable doubt.
He nods at the newcomers before addressing the girl "Sure, I'm counting on it", before he follows the group to a more comfortable location.
As the group is leaving the corridor, the Shaman enters. His arms loaded down with Walmart bags hanging off them while in his hands he carries bakery box. The oddly shaped plastic bags do little to reveal their contents, but a can of silly string pokes out of the top of one. His steps are hurried as he heads for the assembly hall, when he notices the gaggle.
He alters his path slightly to take him near them, "Hello everyone. I'm a little too loaded down to chat, but I see someone new has joined us. I'm Councilor Anima, predator on the Path of Ecstasy." He says the predator part with a fun little flair, like the quirky southern lady reveling in some naughty gossip. Nothing about this man says predator, maybe baby monkey, but not predator.
Briar Rose ambles in. Tidying her pink locks, from the serious helmet hair, not good. Her jeans have a new splash of mud as does her jacket. But she's here. Might have taken her a while to find the other magi, but she does. Eventually. She might have needed some fortifying, deciding if today was a day she would be okay with a literal headache.
"Yo." a lazy wave. "Didn't know if I was gonna show. Since the last two times I was here it was, eh..." her hand comes up, giving a so-so motion, paired with a shrug.
But her eyes light up at the sight of the new face. Or maybe old face. Briar was new Ish. She couldn't have met everyone, right?
"Hey, Briar Rose." she offers a wave.
Tyche catches a glimpse of the new figure in his alcove as the group begins to relocate, granting him a brief nod and that one smile you always give to strangers on the sidewalk that you accidentally make eye contact with. Awkward, but friendly.
"You always this wound up?" she asked Shodan bluntly. He was being cautious that much was clear.
As Winter spoke, Tyche would dip her head in a silent acknowledgement. Words didn't need to be said. They would meet later. Cool.
"Tyche," she said, responding to the balding Shaman as she perked an eyebrow at the bags and obvious silly string, "Whatcha got there, predator?"
A smirk is leveled to the candy haired mudgirl.
"Hey," she offers, "You can call me Tyche."
Tyche, Tyche, Tyche. God damn, if this keeps up I'm gonna need a new Shadow Name
Pixel smiled and mirrored Tyche's finger guns back at her. It was always nice having a sunny disposition around. Until she counters Shodan at least. Pixel seemed to be missing something, so rather then stick his head where it didn't need to be he instead turns his attention elsewhere.
"Hey." He says as he moseys over to Rose. "So are you a pro mud wrestler or something?"
His hands wave up and down his chest and abdomen.
"For me it's usually paint. I change before coming out though." His eyes widen ever so slightly. "I mean, not that you need to. It's just my choice. Totally okay not to. You do you!"
Phoenyx takes up her regular place on the edge of the room, so she can see all the room and the entrance without moving, yet remaining out of the way. Abacus' failed spell sigil fizzling makes her force to repress a smile. Embarrassing.
Star is given a small smile as he enters.
Briar Rose is given a second look. Is her hair from a helmet? Hard to say... It would be nice to talk with another biker for once.
Pixel seems to be babbling. What is he saying? Is that small talk? This really wasn't her arena.
The Arrow feels more content sliding into the background, watching. Waiting.
Anima motions with loaded down arms, “Just the usual suspects. Well, looks like you have plenty of company to help you get settled in. If you ever need help with shadowy issues you can find me around. Pleasure to meet you Tyche” Anima starts walking on with his supplies as he finishes his pleasantries, then spins lopes onward towards his destinations.
Anima exits scene
He will admit, his pride took a hit. For something that was supposedly his specialty it seemed that even he couldn't predict the trappings of internal circumstances. It's not that he didn't have the stomach to try again, but the price of a failed second casting would not make his already thin platform of ice any thicker.
Any sign of lapsed competence or discipline in the Art would be a surefire way to get the circle Squared and his Will forced to brave the flames of a challenger who'd claim to see right through him. But if his mind already leapt to an encroaching deposition; already picturing the end of a nascent career as Councilor, was he truly fit for the position?
You've only just acknowledged a new member. You haven't adjudicated anything. Never ruled on a case. You haven't been around long enough for someone to judge your jurisprudence, much less yourself. Relax...
He couldn't help but notice Pixel's attempts at socializing. There would be sympathy, as Abacus too, was once a high schooler. He was well aware that the youth was at university. It was actually somewhat refreshing to see an exchange between the Awakened that didn't have strings attached or weighed cosmic maxims under threat of execution.
Abacus was resolved to change tracks and think about something else. Learn a thing or two.
"Do you work with oils? Watercolors?"
Aimed at Pixel, the Enchanter was curious about his preferred medium. He wondered if the whole art student schtick was more style over substance. In this case, he was completely fine with being wholeheartedly wrong.
Tyche's question takes him by surprise, somewhat. Is he wound up at this moment? The Theurgist certainly didn't think so, but maybe it was an instinctual reaction or something. Wariness of an unknown factor.
"Uh, no?" He decides to answer "You said you don't often get to talk to Libertines, I responded that we can rectify that if you want. That's all there is to it. Some around here can attest that I can talk a lot more than that, but today is simply not one of those days"
Other than that, he watches Anima enter and leave, and the small talk unfold. It's true, Shodan is quieter now than he is most of the time, but that's not a crime now, is it?
First impressions weren't exactly Shodan's forte. There are some very impending Council matters that needs to be attended, but for now the Guardian is just content with hearing the conversation.
And the Shamans' Councillor has just left.