(1006) Consilium IV
(1006) Consilium IV
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Wards have carefully been altered, and the Circle of Creation glows with new protections. Inside the sanctuary, where an altar would stand, is a large, cloth covered table with chairs. There is ample seating in the apse that others can sit close by, rather than in the pew area.
Unlike last time; there are no refreshments... and no banners. There's an almost sparse, barren feeling -- that of something new... or something purged.
Tvivel arrived on time and entered in silence. She could been dress for a funeral or a conference. A black cardigan, black skirt, simple silver earnings and worn loose. The expression she wore could been taken from a conference about dying children. Serious but nice.
She also carried a handbag. This is mentioned for one single reason. It was making small scratching sounds every now and then.
What kind of person would bring something so distracting, innocent and cute as kittens to a meting where she would try to avoid conflict, interact with people and not having to talk about something uncomfortable while doing so? To bad the cat sitter had cancelled.
If it was discovered she might have a hard time being taken serious for the rest of the meting but a wallflower don't need to be taken serious to observe.
She gazed around the room, like a student that hadn't done her homework searching for the place most likely to go unnoticed. Hard to guess before people got here so she aimed to remain standing and just stay away from the paths were people would be coming and going.
Be aware! Kitty smuggling! Roll to discover!
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The Neidan arrive together, Animus wearing a suit for once, despite how uncomfortable they made him. Outwardly, the Thyrsus Councilor seems calm, if a little harried. The quick glances at Ankh, however, hint at his continued nervousness, even now.
Almost immediately, he is struck by the sanctuary's emptyness. Bare of decorations, bare of of people, and, due to the customary ban on spells, bare of resonance. Much like the Consilium itself, in a way. He shivers slightly. So many had left. Were they spreading the Incursion, as Henry had posited?
He glances between his Cabal-mates, feeling a closeness, a pack bond that he wished could be returned. "Odd. I would've thought Zilker, at least, would be here already."
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Ankh shrugs and looks around. The absolute bareness of the place is a bit of a shock to her as well and she glances at West and Tug wondering what they are making of it.
"Well we are here regardless. Where should we sit gentlemen?"
Ankh's Attire
It takes a few minutes more, but Henry enters the Circle, wearing his trademark cheap suit, as well as his social camouflage. That last disappears at the very moment he crosses the threshold to the meeting room. It had taken him a while, but for now, he felt at least adequately secure in the Circle. He'd circulated Vector's description among a few of his "friends" around the Circle, along with the promise to bang on the door if he was around. No more explanation, no more details. Except over a hundred dollars, and a bottle of booze in exchange for secrecy about the whole thing. Expensive, but worth it. Necessary even. Henry would have liked to simply keep every Sleeper away, just in case, but there was no way to do that that wouldn't attract MORE attention.
Crossing the threshold, he almost missed a step. No decorations, no nothing. Were the decorations Andrade's? Dee's? Zilker's? It didn't matter. They were gone.
Catching himself before he lets out a sigh of relief, he scans the people present. Or rather, the near-lack of people. Do they know something I don't? He contents himself with nodding in the Neidans' general direction, then proceeds to seat himself 3 chairs away from Tvivel, giving her a small wave of acknowledgement as he does.
It was then that Henry thought a thought he never thought he would think. The Circle is almost bearable today. Once he'd convinced himself that the keyword there was 'almost', he began to reflect exactly how today would go, and what he could get done.
Henry
Jordan quietly walks into the Circle. He's not thrilled to let the Sybil go for the nonce, but dropping his shields after everything was a real burden. He dressed in simple good taste...shirt, tie, sweatervest and jacket.
Not too many of the Consilium had arrived yet, and the chamber was stark by comparison with the last debacle. The thing that was consistent was Jordan's hesitation to engage in crowds...a sort of phobia he picked up with those nightmares. So he took a seat towards the back, nodding to Henry and smiling at Tvivel as he did so. The others looked busy.
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Tug walks into Arrow HQ alongside Animus and Ankh. "You all can sit. I think we gotta keep watch, right, West?" The Thyrsus was still new at this whole Sentinel thing. He was actually a little nervous, but this was mostly offset by the slick orange suit that only extremely large men can pull off properly. Even if they can't, nobody's gonna tell them so. Donnie definitely did, though.
The clothes weren't the only new thing Tug was wearing to Consilium. As Sentinel, he was allowed, nay, encouraged, to come to the wizard's *ahem* staff meeting with spells on. And weapons, which for an Arrow, is synonymous with Tool. One dragon knuckle rests in each front pocket.
He lets his gaze drift over the mages that had already arrived.
Tug's Suit
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West's brow furrows slightly at Animus' question, wondering if he'd forgotten to mention the changing of the guard. He holds Ankh's hand lightly, whether in companionship or reassurance from the fear that Pokey might swallow him is anyone's guess.
Does he have any idea that he's doubled the range for a sniper?
Although present at the Circle on a near daily basis, West's body language is tense, without the easy comfort of one in familiar surroundings. Today, the Circle serves another purpose -- as does his presence here.
A slight nod at Tug, and a final squeeze of Ankh's hand with an added disapproving look at her dress --more like inside joke or quick kiss than actual condemnation-- is given before he moves away from the two Thyrsus Masters. A subtle point at the door for Tug, and then West begins a slow circuit around the sanctuary. Alert eyes pause for an extra moment on Tvivel, before he continues.
All business.
[banner]West[/banner]
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Aurum really didn't like walking around blind and defenseless, but she always hated these Councilum meetings cause of it. Yeah she was Mysterium, but it never hurts to be prepared. She decided it would be good to at least try and dress up for the meeting so she decided on a short black velvet dress with a black corset overtop. Her hair, which was normally black, had been dyed a dark blue color and hung free. Finally around her neck she wore a pentacle.
The small goth stood in the entryway looking around the large cathedral with a stunned look. "Damn, this place kicks ass," she exclaimed with eyes wide.
Those damn Arrows keepin' this to themselves. What I wouldn't give to poke around and study the place.
She made her way over toward one of the columns and couldn't resist touching it to feel the building beneath her fingers. After several moments she noticed everyone else and with great reluctance started to make her way toward the apse where the table was set up. Her eyes never ceased their study of the building a she went.
As she got closer to the table she gave Jordan, Tvivel, and Animus a little wave and smile in greeting. Then she looked at Ankh and smiled in greeting. It was nice to see someone about her age or younger, even if they didn't share the same tastes. Then again few awakened did share her tastes.
Aurum's Outfit and Hair
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Reign arrives at the Consilium, pausing a moment before entering, remembering Spade's comments about spells being forbidden. She drops the Sight and Armor from herself and flinches just slightly as they fall away. She hated the vulnerable feeling it brought but she'd be a good girl and obey the rules.
She steps inside, looking herself over once to be sure her dress was okay, smoothing out the edges. The red dress showed just enough leg, and just enough cleavage to be enticing, but not make her look slutty. Red heels adorn her feet, stiletto style, but only three inch, not too high. She also has on a pair of teeny tiny diamond earings and a teeny tiny diamond necklace, to help detract from her cleavage.
She takes in the place, sparse, but still beautiful in its own way. She spots Tvivel, but so far, no sign of Spade... Counsilor Spade, or Counsilor Ash. Reign moves to stand near to Tvivel, the only mage there she really knew, and gives her a small smile of greeting, but remains silent for the time being.
Reign's Dress
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