(2005) May Informal

[Campanella]

Campanella nods as Guru continues.

"Enlightenment is the only currency of real value we have. And it is within our reach."

A pause.

"That can be arranged. When you are ready, of course."
Skye joins him. He gestures for her to sit.

"My fencing? No one has ever asked me before. Yes. We could organise sometime. Take me out of my comfort zone, I suppose."

"Ah! Yes. Art. The Art. What the scholastics of old would call Alchemy. For us, however, Art is... well... the Supernal gifts we have inherited. I prefer to use my gifts to better understand Truth from Lie and to deepen my understanding of the Mysteries. That requires work and discipline. Each Rote learned or spell cast is a testament. Each Mystery uncovered is a revelation and a wonder."

Each Paradox a chastisement. He didn't say that.

"This fallen world is a Lie. But you are right to say that the Truth of our Art can be found in almost anything. That is one of the first secret's you discover."

He didn't say it, but the flash of a smile really did indicate that he agreed with the Arrow's sentiments on creation.

"All objects are time capsules. They package an entire milieu in solid form and in the right hands can be used to evoke a previous age in the present. The right furniture can transport a room to a particular time and place. An old recording captures more than just sound. Why do you think a good antique store feels so heavy? It is the weight of time and emotion. I gather you sense this to be true also."

[Naga]

"Oh, yes, definitely," The Warlock said to Aurora, giving her a nod. "The classics you can just watch again and again."

"Was more laid back, perhaps," she added, noting the bubbling confrontation between Skye and Briar Rose. The Apostate took it to a verbally aggressive level rather quickly. Naga made no move to interfere. She was merely interested in seeing how this played out.

If the situation degraded, it would be up to the Arrows to calm things down. Well, Arrows other than Skye. That didn't seem to be necessary, however, as the pink-haired ThyrsusSkye de-escalated quickly by backing away and leaving to speak with Campanella.

That was disappointing.

[Aurora]

Watching the situation unfold, Aurora simple leans back in her seat. Two personalities clashing, nothing new there. And not much to see as Skye decides to not push it. Though it did make her glad she stopped coloring her hair years ago. But would it be funny to show up at the next meeting with colored hair? Maybe. Would she do it? Eh, she wasn’t sure yet.

Group meditation? Nah, she was content with working with just Phoenyx on that front. But, it wasn’t directed at her. But her view was still valid. Phoenyx knew and understood what was going on.

Thinking of the Arrow, she glances around, where was she?

But she wasn’t sure she’d ever heard Campy speak so much on a subject and with such passion. It was nice, and there was a little private smile, more to herself, as she listened and watched.

Though she could listen to him talk all day about what interested him. Private thought that wouldn’t be shared.

Looking back to Naga, “Any special ones that stand out to you? Ones you can watch over and over again?” some people had movies like that. Some had books. And some, well, she wasn’t sure.

Shrugging, “Seems defused. Though it will make a Path meeting a ton of fun.” She jokes with a wink to the charming Ladder.

[Briar Rose]

Briar Rose doesn't buy it.

Her face is grim, and her eyes, hard.

Her jaw's clenched so hard she can feel it crack, her teeth grinding together.

Her glare is aimed and tracking copy+paste as she leaves Briar Rose the fuck alone. The Shaman retreats back to her quiet cabal mate, hand out with a silent demand.

Twix me bitch.

[Tyche]

Eyebrows raise as Guru's eyes slide to Rose and Skye's exchange and his less-then-veiled quip about group meditation. Briar had the habit of running hot, so clearly it was aimed at her. The Enchanter's eyes narrow lightly, though her usual smirk remains.

"Mind your business, hippy," she offers, though the amusement in her tone relayed Tyche wasn't really mad. Any Acanthus worth their salt could appreciate a good quip and, even though she'd deny it, Tyche fit into that little mischevious archetype just fine.

Looking over the guy's features a little longer than she normally would, Tyche had to admit the guy was a looker. The stoner-esque vibe was less than welcome, but what's wrong with a little introduction? It ain't like they'll get close.

"Tyche, by the way," she says, tossing a thumb to herself.

Then came the pink fireball demanding some of that sug sug and Tyche provided, slipping out the remain Twix bar out of the package and into her hand.

[Anima]

Well, perhaps this had not been a good time to hand out sharp objects...

Not that shamans had much to fear from a sharp little nick when so many other weapons were at their disposal.

The doctor quietly creates space and finds himself a seat again, pondering how this issue might come up at the next Ecstatic meeting, speaking off...

"Mr. Guru, do you have any of that good good home grown coming into harvest season soon?"

[Skye]

A look towards Gury.
"Sorry cutie I don't meditate, sitting still is for waiting for your prey to come by nothing else. When they add skip-ropes to it so will I take it up"

The rest of the events recorded for her to gain information on people, friendships and cliques but there was not much to pay special attention to.

Looking a bit surprised and then smiling.
"Well then you have been around to few arrows it sounds, it would be my honor to spar with you"

Damn he took art as the means of magic and looked at it in the rotes that existed, true that could be an art as well but it was not the type of art she liked to get into all to much nor was rotes her thing they were to stiff for her, just willing any spell you desired was easier and often worked out better as well.

Listening to the rest of his words wow they carried some depth.
"Sadly I have never been in an antiques store I am afraid but I get what you said. It may not be the same but an item bought from mass production today is just so stiff. Things you craft yourself and put your own spirit into grants it another life and finding things made with care from others ages ago fills those things with both the makers mark as well as it have gained life and weight over time. Each thing can tell a story, they can tell us a part of how this fallen world is and what there is to see within it. How people have developed and sometimes contradict the lies of the tales that they wants for us to believe."

Taking a deep breath.
"For me art is primarily the creation of things and granting it some life as you make it in order for it to be more than just another generic boring thing anyone can have whom never had life to begin with."

[Guru]

"You're right it just takes exploration and persistence. No need to get complacent, always keep searching for the next answer which will lead you to the next question. Whether I'm ready or not is for the teacher to judge, no?"


That smile didn't leave his face, warm and radiant the whole time. He knew where he stood on the ladder and it wasn't high up but he was most certainly willing to learn and definitely willing to listen to other's points of view. Though hearing him talk about the Art made him want to listen more, he couldn't lie about that. He found himself nodding along in agreement.


"Easy to forget sometimes having spent most of my life immersed in the Lie. That the atoms in my body are constructed and held this way by the Lie, that the chair I'm sitting in now is the same. It's molecules and atoms existing as a structure in the Lie but knowing it doesn't have to be that way."


There was wonder and amazement in his voice as he rambled on which immediately stopped when Tyche snapped at him, looking confused for a second wondering what she had been talking about. He opened his mouth to protest but then nodded, he was a hippy couldn't argue that.


"Oh shit, hi, I'm Guru." He waved excitedly to Tyche before Anima asked him about his harvest, if only his smile could grow wider."Shit with the right application I can have a harvest almost anytime. Grow is set up though, Marijuana, Mushrooms, need access to a lab if I want to make LSD. I'm still thinking of more experimental applications and how I can apply those to the Truth, it's a quest."

[Campanella]

Campanella could only chuckle at Guru enthusiasm.

"Perhaps," he murmured before his attention was taken up by Skye

The Moros shifted in his seat and listened attentively, nodding his head at key points.

"Yes. Yes. Objects do have a life. They have depth. Meaning. An object made by hand carries an imprint of the soul. Perhaps it will even have a soul of its own if the effort put into its creation was great. And the more an object is used - and the more an object is passed from own loving owner to another - the greater the weight. Mass produced items don't have that. They never will. Especially in this throwaway society."

He paused and took a breath as the pink haired Arrow explained her position on Art.

"I understand. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, wrong in what you say."

[Naga]

"Oh, it's quite a list lately," she said to the Life Master, "I used to be able to maintain a small number of favorites, but over the years it's grown. Of course there's the classics everyone likes. Casablanca, Lawrence of Arabia, Rocky, The Godfather. All the old Oscar bait." Naga chuckled.

She threw a glance towards the agitated B-Ro, then looked back to Aurora with an amused smile, "At least you have more than two of your Path around. The last Warlock meeting looked more like a picnic date than anything else."