"I've quite clearly been reminding people that willworking is not allowed inside," Zilker replies patiently.
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Consilium 1001
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"I've quite clearly been reminding people that willworking is not allowed inside," Zilker replies patiently.
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Orphan arrives, his weapons in his vehicle or back in his apartment. He wasn't thrilled about having to be unarmed, not to mention cancelling all his spells, but rules were rules, and in truth, no mage was really unarmed, and this was particularly true of an Arrow.
He also wasn't thrilled with something that had been nagging at him all day. When Tam and he had parted company that morning, he'd felt a sense of dread. The same thing had been happening a lot lately. He'd get this sense that something horrible might happen, and often the thought that he might never see her again. Keeping busy all day with training had mostly kept his mind occupied, but now, with nothing to do, the unease was creeping back in... and he felt it building when he realized Tam wasn't here yet.
"If I become one of those pathetic, needy, clingy boyfriends, I'm going to have to shoot myself," he thinks.
Then he sees something that makes him smile, and pulls him out of his anxiety, at least for now.
"Tug!" he says, approaching the big guy. "How you been?"
Pandora
Pandora arrives, dressed in short heels and a navy pantsuit with a light blue blouse underneath, and carrying her ever-present clipboard. She has her Supernal Vision up as she approaches the meeting area, but drops it, along with her other spells, when she senses that nobody else has spells active. She looks around for any of the few local mages she knows.
Dodger raises an eyebrow to him before commenting,
"As long as you guys play nice, I don't plan on casting anything."
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"Drop the spells or leave," Zilker replies calmly. It's the Zen-Fu calm of patient confidence, but Dodger definitely gets the feeling that the conversation is over.
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As Orphan approaches, Animus shifts nervously away from him, suddenly uneasy for a reason he can't quite place. He can almost feel his skin crawl. The sensation only serves to deepen his concerns. Did the bridge somehow infect me? Is it trying to turn me against everyone else who investigated? He retreats into pensive silence.
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Tam walks slowly, as if she had lost direction. She watched her feet as she walks, glancing around occasionally to avoid walking into poles or getting run over.
She looks up and sees Orphan enter up ahead. She feels her breath catch in her throat. She knows he is feeling 'it', that thing between them, that distance that shouldn't be there.
Get your warrior face on, girl, she tells herself. I don't know what we are fighting, but it is a subtle war, and he is what is at stake.
She quickens her pace and squares her shoulders. By the time she gets to the doors, she is wearing a smile, but has a determined look in her eyes. All her supernal shields and perceptions are dropped, but those more mundane are heightened.
The words hit her hard. She scrutinizes the tall man for what seems like agonizing minutes before deciding what to do.
She obviously doesn't look very happy, and she clings a little tighter onto her board as she drops the spell.
She slowly steps back and into the room keeping an eye on Zilker. After the distance was extended, she turned towards the rest of the room and slid over to an open spot along a wall where she could watch every corner of the room.
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Chief squeezes in the door, almost unnoticed. Another face in the growing crowd of Mages. He isn't dressed formally, not quite. Business casual is a better description for Chief's khaki pants and polo-shirt. At least he's smart enough to drop his active magic.
As he walks around the Circle of Creation, or the Sanctuary to be more specific, he looks around sizing the place up. It was fancy, that was for sure. He wouldn't have minded checking out the rest of the place, the training areas specifically, but he doubted that he would get the chance.
He comes around to the table with the finger foods and begins checking out what's offered. He grabs a little plate and fills it to heaping with the various foods then he proceeds to meander about the Sanctuary, stuffing food in his mouth and dropping crumbs on his shirt.
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Eclipse pulls up to the Circle in his car, driven by his Sleepwalker Lyle. He's let out at the door and walks in, as Lyle drives off to park and await the end of the meeting. He's dressed smartly in a new suit, and he walks in carrying a bearing of importance and formality.
He makes his way to the front of the Sanctuary, stopping at the table at the head of which sits Andrade. He politely waits for her and John Dee to finish speaking before he greets her
"Honored Hierarch. It's good to see you back with us again. I hope your time away from Sacramento was well-spent." Eclipse says, smiling.
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West & Ankh
West and Ankh arrive in her car; apparently West's boycott on driving remains intact. He does, though, look neatly groomed and is wearing a grey suit sans wrinkles. They walk in together, with West giving Zilker a nod; those inside can feel a tingle as he passes. Aside from being the acting Magister, he is still a Sentinel. Both quietly make their way to the front area, quietly sitting rather than mingling.
Jammer
Jammer enters, looking tired. More than his usual up-too-early, he looks as if he hasn't been sleeping well. Like Chief, he beelines for the food and drink, downing a glass of red, red wine quickly, then grabbing another.
Valkyrie
Valkyrie slips in behind Jammer, wearing an oversized hooded coat, lost in shadows. She silently takes a seat in the last row, waiting for Zilker to finish his door duties.
Zilker
Zilker allows Dodger to pass, taking a moment to watch the room, seeing where the new faces have gone, before returning his attention to the doors.
Tyria Primoria
Tyria's Volvo finally pulls up, and she gets out. Wrapping a shawl around around her shoulders, she makes quick, business-like strides up the steps. "Epopt," she murmurs, passing Zilker. Slicing through the other mages, she makes her way to the table and sits, and begins scanning the crowd for attendees.
Andrade
"Deacon," Andrade says with a smile. "How nice to see you. Is your... partner... no longer with us?"
Consilium, Henry could live with. The other Orders too. The very purpose of the Circle, not so much.
A Consilium of all the Orders, gathered at the Circle, however? There wasn't a single part of that that made Henry happy. Inviting people into your home was all well and good, but inviting other Mages into the headquarters of your secrets? Why was there even a headquarters in the first place?
But he silenced those thoughts. Zilker already knew at least a fraction of his thoughts on the subject, and Henry knew better than pressing the issue.
Walking unseen through the Sleeping masses, he stops to look up at the Circle. He quieted his thoughts on the place, instead quieting himself with a deep breath, and a single thought : Showtime! He drops the anonymity he so cherishes, along with the small pieces of Supernal disguise, leaving only the mundane one. Today's suit was more formal than his usual, a white shirt, a charcoal jacket. His hair dyed black, two days' worth of stubble to make the face's basic shape harder to see. Nothing too obvious, nothing that could be taken off, nothing that could point to voluntary deception. Once everyone knows you use security, then you're never secure again.
He walks past Zilker with only a look and nod, and heads inside. At the door, he falters a step. Banners. Banners! Those should be burned, ot at least hidden behind a foot of concrete. Who puts up banners?
Nonetheless, he was here, so he'd better make the most of it. Taking a brief look around, he gives a small wave in Jordan's general direction. He doesn't head for anyone, though, not right away. He wanted to see what this was about first, and why everyone would be convened to a vulnerable grand meeting. In a place he hated no less. Fate has it in for me, I know it.
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