Meeting that Elusive Epopt

**Lesingnon** · Jul 30th, 2010 08:44 AM

Triquetra found herself at the Circle of Creation. The Headquarters, or so she'd heard, of both the cities Guardians and Arrows. Kind of an odd arrangement, but she could see why it could be convenient. Hopefully the Epopt would be in, it was about time she met the head of her order here. She had no idea what to expect from him though, but that was to be expected. And at least she had the comfort of her usual spells, cast in the (relative) safety of her Sanctum before leaving, wrapped around her this time.

She walked up to the doors of the church, pushing them open and slipping inside. Closing them behind her, she looked about as she slowly made her way deeper into the building. "Hello?"

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Jul 30th, 2010 10:10 AM

Every now and then most people think back at the days in school, with nostalgia or relief. You go over the class mates you had in you head and always tend to come up one person short, until you find some old class photo and finds him or her with an; 'Oh....' Someone so bland that you probably just member the person as “the quiet one.” To boring to even be picked on.

Just glancing at Tvivel you know that she was one of those forgotten girls, and not even one of them that bloomed late and grew wild in college. Just stayed quiet, neat and to boring to notice.

She wearing a pale blue t-shirt and a knee length black business skirt. Her thin runner body failing to give any of them interesting curves. Tvivels body was tense, half expecting to be KA-ZAPPED by some ward because she failed something somehow. Life maybe. Her gaze seem distracted and shy, yet a trained eye could see that she was taking in her surroundings as she walked up to the gates of the Circle of Creation. Neither was she failing to notice how pompous the gate sounded put like that. On the other hand the gate was impressive.

Jealous eyes had noticed the cutie that gone in while before here and no the eyes contained a hint of paranoia looking at the door before her. A twenty-three heartbeats passed before she had the nerve to open the door (yes, she had counted them).

So with a spooky creak the door opened and the read head looked at Triquetra. A long second passed, but since she wasn't instantly attacked she gave a formal slow bow, carefully closed the door behind her and said with loads of respect but not a hint of trust.

”Hello... I am Tvivel. ”

**Lesingnon** · Jul 30th, 2010 12:22 PM

She hadn't really expected to here a voice come from behind her. But, oh well. As Tvivel's voice reached her ears Triquetra rose up onto the ball of one foot, gracefully pivoting around to face the other woman. Pale blue eyes assessed her briefly; noting, among other things, the glow of active spells surrounding her. Arrow or Guardian? Well, she could be neither. But that was less likely. Hmm...she didn't seem to have the swagger that Triquetra had come to expect from the Arrows, so her money was on Guardian. Not that it mattered much either way at the moment, but hopefully she'd know for sure by the time it did.

Triquetra flashed a bright smile, "Hi, I'm Triquetra, arrived in Sacramento not long ago. And I'm a Guardian so...I was hoping to meet the Epopt. Do you know if he's around?" In contrast to Tvivel's, Triquetra's tone was light and cheerful. Casual, even. More along the lines of what you'd expect to hear from some woman in the park talking about the wonderful weather they were having lately than from a Guardian entering the Order's base of operations for the first time.

Jul 30th, 2010 06:40 PM

She knew she was being measured by the other girl*. Tvivel lowered her gaze first, and when she looked up again there was something fragile but friendly in her eyes.

“Oh. I'm sorry. There been open warfare here and I was just taken a bit aback. Sorry.” Her words flowed but the melody was foreign, giving away her Scandinavian background.

A hand, small and stained by paint was hesitantly offered in a less formal greeting then the bow. Small hints of a small could be seen at the corners of the mouth but the wariness had not completely left the baby blue eyes.

“...I don't think so. I just drop off written reports every now and then so far and hasn't seen him apart for a concillium meeting.” There was a apology in her words and she lowered her gaze in an awkward manner making a vague gesture at her bag. Almost as an excuse.

"You could drop of an note." She said an fell silent as if she just realised that she just been Miss Obvious.

(*Anyone with looks like that could never fit the word women. They were a breed apart. Like Afghan hounds, pretty things. But real life wasn't fair and she couldn't even hope for that the other girl had the mindless stupidity to go with it.)

**West** · Jul 30th, 2010 10:33 PM

The words echo through the cavernous sanctuary, bouncing off of stone, highlighting the emptiness.

**Kelreth** · Jul 31st, 2010 12:34 AM

Ariadne turns a corner in the Circle making her way towards the voices. Someone to talk to would be nice. Staring at books for longer than reading the title has never been a hobby of hers.

The Brunette, how nice. Good to see another women on board. Mutters the never ending internal critique, it goes speechless however when she recognizes the other women there. You have got to be kidding me. It even manages to sound flabbergasted.

She walks towards the two ladies with a smile. "Good to see some people around here, this place was starting to give me the creeps." The echo not exactly helping the creepy vibe go away.

**Lesingnon** · Jul 31st, 2010 12:55 AM

"Open warfare?" Of course such...ominous words are the ones the Guardian's mind fixates upon first. She had heard mention of dissident faction(s) of mages, and trouble they'd caused. But she had no idea the Consilium had engaged in any open warfare. How dire was the situation, she wondered. The offered hand was accepted, for a polite handshake. "You don't have to be sorry about anything." Especially since Triquetra wasn't really sure what Tvivel was sorry about, anyway.

Then she turned again as she heard another voice echo through the cavernous halls. And this time she recognized the source. "Oh, hello again. I was hoping to see the Epopt around here myself but..." she glances back to Tvivel, "apparently he's not around here very often?"

**ParanoidAndroid** · Jul 31st, 2010 10:53 AM

Apparently he isn't. The place felt like having a giant target on top of his head. But, still, the Epopt came by, at least every once in a while. It helped to at least keep up appearances that this place could be called a headquarters. Guardian Headquarters. More like Guardian Headache.

A few minutes ago, he had come in through a back door, to check the place for its regular deaddrop points. Going from 'gathering place' to 'just another mailbox' was the most natural change he could make, the most basic way his brain could register the importance of this place.

The old, crinkled suit, the dirty veclro'd sneakers (as endorsed by Donnie Briggs), all of it thoroughly unremarkable. He could practically trademark it as some kind of brand. Unremarkable(tm), by Henry Pym. But those thoughts of fancy were far from the man's mind, and had been for a very, very long time.

Instead, he concentrated himself on finishing his short round of the place, complete with making sure there was no one here who shouldn't be. Not that three woman registered as such, but they did register. "Ladies," he uses as a greeting, stopping a few feet away from all of them. "Nice day out, isn't it?" Which could mean anything, really.

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Jul 31st, 2010 12:27 PM

“This place solitude somehow makes it more impressive. “ She said to Ariadne and added with a smile. “In a creepy way. Nice to see you.” Her voice had fallen to playful whisper echoing between the stone walls.

“Yeah.” Tvivel answered Triquerta about the warfare, meeting her gaze for a second, then looked down, fiddling with the hem of the sleeve. She knew what she was doing. Flashing the little pearl of intriguing information, but not elaboration on it. Owning someones curiosity is useful tool.

She took a small step back letting the other girls be the center of conversation, and she the outsider, Growing even more low status in the presence of them. Melting like wax into lower status role. Every word she spoke seemed like she would prefer to not speak.

“He is an Epopt. You never know.” She shrugged a little as it been a failed joke and fell silent. When one more pair of footsteps was heard she tensed a bit like gazelle that seeing a movment in the grass, until she caught sight of Epopt Pym.

Tvivel clicked into a mental pattern that almost felt safe in familiarity. Someone higher in rank was present, then some one higher in rank decides what is shared and truth. Just follow. Hence did her greeting not betray that the devil spoken about was the one before her.

“Good afternoon. It is a fine day. Miss Triquetra is here to see the Epopt and I'm just here to drop off some notes. ” She said bringing him up to speed in the conversation id he hadn't been listening in. And she said it with one of her formal little bows, a remnant of the background in a more ancient, out of date and formal concillium.

**Lesingnon** · Jul 31st, 2010 07:48 PM

And then there was another one. Apparently important, by the shift in Tvivel's demeanor. Though judging from her words he was not the Epopt. Oh well. She could at least get pointed in his direction, hopefully. "It is, not a cloud in the sky."

She doesn't say anything more than that, though, hoping to find out who the knew arrival was first.

Meeting that Elusive Epopt

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