Active Spells
Gain Skill (persuasion - 1)
(2004) Consilium - Venus in Converse
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THREADID
177
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April is the cruelest month. - T.S. EliotActive Spells
Gain Skill (persuasion - 1)
Anima feels alive as he leaves the Assembly area of the Free Council and strolls into the Circle, imago freshly locked into place. This is the month. April bring rain, life and spring. It has good days and bad. Weather returns to its chaotic, primal nature. It is the time of the Shamans.
The Consilium of Sacramento, with its strange seating arrangement, and even stranger cast of characters is dawning a new day once again.
The councilor of the ecstatics, once again dressed in a suit and tie just a season out of fashion, drops his briefcase by his chair but remains standing; he is eager to great fellow mages with a broad grin on his face.
1 success -1 mana
The Obrimos emerges from the Guardians' Wing, dressed casually. And casually he carries himself toward the central nave where, after having acknowledged the doctor with a nod, he takes seat upon one of the benches.
"Doctor", he says, his back stiff against the wooden board.
Into the dragon's den, she strode. Heels clacking upon the floor stopped as she paused just inside the chamber, her large eyes taking in the ambiance and those who were already present. She came dressed impeccably, and carried a black leather briefcase of her own.
The Warlock smiled and inclined her head to Anima and Winter. "Hello. I'm Naga, Mastigos and Acolyte of the Silver Ladder. I hope I'm not too early."
Anima offers Winter a polite nod in return. "Your namesake finally releases us all from it's grasp my friend. I hope spring finds you well."
A charming snake enters the Circle of Creation? But without an apple to offer, what a pity.
"Naga, a pleasure to meet you. I'm afraid Councilor Abacus hasn't yet arrived to comment on your timing. I'm Anima, welcome."
Great, another Warlock, as if they didn't have enough problems already. One elegantly dressed to boot.
"Winter, Golden Key", he says, gesturing, or rather pointing at one of the chairs.
And then, hastily, a vineyard of Crimson threads springs to life, a thoughtform crystallized into the Fallen World and barely hanging by a thread of mana.
It shall suffice.
1 success
Mental Shield [pot 1]
It's like a warning sign. Cloaked Spells
That golden glyph? So tacky, yo. This? This is why someone skipped out after Anima tried to blow them all up. At least tuck your gat in the back of your pants. Long gloved fingers gestured at it, while blue-green eyes studied it*.
"Is it, like, going to be one of those parties?"
Under his car coat a blasphemous tee peeks out. And there goes Winter. Light 'em up, up, up. The Guardian isn't wrong, but.
This is why.
*1 Scrutiny success for Identity
Spells
Gain Skill (persuasion) 1
Anima smiles warmly at Star's scrutiny, politely waiting for him to finish. He can't remember receiving this much attention from the man in all his previous Consilium gatherings combined.
"One can only hope it'll be an ecstatic occasion. Spring time is the time for courtship and seed planting. I hope today we'll plant many seeds for a fruitful summer for the awakened of Sacramento. I'm confident that today's proceedings are going to move along much more smoothly than our last gathering. I never got the chance to thank you for standing up for us all." He offers the man a small bow. "Please, accept my sincere respect and thanks for your service."
He looks to Naga, nodding his head towards Star as he speaks, "This man is a champion of the realm, one might say."
"Thank you. Pleasure to be here." Naga moved to take a seat where the Obrimos indicated, taking a moment to make herself comfortable.
At Anima's words, she arched quizzically, "Is he now?" Her head turned to look at Star and nod him in greeting, "Shall I run to you when a knave needs slaying?"
Spring time, courtship and seed planting. Way to make a first impression, especially on a lady as pretty as this one.
At least he could default to the "I'm a doctor" shtick if he wanted to get laid.
Jesus is greeted with a perched brow. "Where is the food?", he looks around perplexed.
No natural twenty.
Identity: Confirmed. Cloaked Spells
"Wisdom," he answered Anima sagely, "Is a responsibility, not an achievement."
Solid line, Pierce. Gonna just... borrow that. If this guy looks like the champion of anything, it's thrift stores and bland taste. The only way the champion of the realm presented to Naga could be more dismissible were if he were wearing a hoodie.Someone took them all and refuses to do laundry.
"Your hair," the angel began, looking at Naga. She's definitely superseding whatever Winter is on about. "Is amazing. Like, so full? And the color. Is that natural? I mean, props if those are highlights. Can I touch it?"
What food? Look at this lean swimmer's build. This is what a cleanse looks like, yo.