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Supreme Aug:Pre+3 Man+2 dur 12hrs;Skill Mastery Socialize+2 Persuasion+4 dur 12 hrs
(2002) Formal Business Concilium
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THREADID
122
POSTS
111 - 120
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Chaos? Chaos was the absence of order. Today's show was anything but chaos, for the rules had held and structure had reasserted itself.
In the Guardian's eyes, the Thyrsus lacked judgement. They didn't have the luxury to waste a month, the world wouldn't wait for the rest of the Paths as they cleared their houses.
"You have a weekend. Next week, another meeting shall be held, a new Hierarch shall be appointed and the trial will begin. You have been given a month already, if you couldn't reach a consensus, then it's your concern and not something the rest of the Council should be burdened with. I suggest you start right away, perhaps by reading the Charter"
Eyebrows raise, the weekend...
Still, liberation it is.
"Agreed, we'll reconvene next week. Next week's agenda will be the recognition of the new councilors, election of a hierarchy, appointment of offices, and the trial of Magus Shodan. Neither the Charter, nor the Tretragrammaton state the immediacy or timeline of carrying out a sentence, therefore it is left at the discretion of the council. After the trial of Magus Shodan we can determine when Magus Kaze's sentence will be carried out. That gives him time to get his affairs in order."
He sat there amidst the Wise mired in thought. As far as he was aware, he was the only one walking the Path of Thistle. He didn't need a weekend to think. He had spent the entire length of the Duel considering the ramification of accepting such a role. There was no contest. But there was weight; salience placed upon him that he normally would try to avoid. He was a quiet calculator, not an orator. An advisor, like Mimir.
But Councilor? Heavy is the head that wears a crown of any size. Then again...to work in the chamber of the interlocutors. The representative elect.
No more pondering. Act!
A raised hand called out amongst the sparse calls for conclusion. The loom of Fate weaves a path toward an uncertain future. But given a few minutes, he could probably figure it out for himself. Weigh the odds. Make the right choice.
"Unlike the Path of Doom, the Lunargent Thorn truly stands alone. I accept the duties of Councilor as the sole Acanthus."
She expected an epic. Something monumental and drawn. But this, quick, decisive. Proving who's Will was stronger, and the poor had been Hierarch had be flash and fire, and her sudden attraction dies a quick death. There wasn't power there. Not with a Will that brittle.
This meeting...
She blows a puff of air out, her bangs moving. Well. It was entertaining at least.
Kaze nods, thoughtfully, silently apparently taking to heart the direction to “get his affairs in order “ before his sentence of serving a month of incarceration. He nods to Winter indicating he is not trying to be sneaky and prepares to slip out as soon as the Formal Consilium appears to be at an end either formally or otherwise.
The angel flopped into a chair next to Campanella with the comfortable, boneless grace of a shirt being tossed on the floor in the sanctity of one's home. He reached out to grab his backpack and rummaged through it to pull out a pair of Red™ flavored Gatorades.
"Drink this," he whispered as he offered one to Campanella. "It's got electrolytes."
The hushed tone is practically reverent for the magic of Gatorade. Not that he gives an actual crap about electrolytes? It was just an amazing illusion produced by some marketing wizard. There's a headache growing behind his eyes. Like doing math for hours. Or listening to people who had a month to assemble a Council not assemble one. The Duel's peeled back his nerves; left them exposed and raw, and things that were vaguely amusing minutes ago are suddenly jagged and grating with no relief in sight.
Oh.
Oh.
...So this is what it's like to be Avis.
These motherfuckers better hurry the fuck up and get their fucking shit together.
...Definitely what it was like.
Pixel's neck practically snapped towards the door when he heard Papilio slink out amid the conclusion of the duel. It was done though, and Pixel stood as the lone Mastigos.
Yay...
Still he watched the rest of the proceedings. He couldn't help but respect Star for what had happened. Not because he whipped Campanella in seconds in some duel, but because of the principle behind his challenge and the sportsmanship displayed after. Unlike most Libertines, Pixel liked rules. They were indiscriminate in their ability to hold power accountable. While he didn't agree with the Diamond or the charter 100%, maintaining some level of accountability for all in Sacramento was something he could respect. Add in the sportsmanship of watching over the individual you just trashed and it was clear who lead by example instead of hiding behind their big 'enlightenments'.
Only a couple of day remaining. How about we give one last round of posts for any concluding remarks and draw a line under this tumultuous Formal meeting?
Everything had been said and done. And although they lacked a Hierarch, he couldn't say that the meeting had been a total waste.
"If we're all done. We'll convene a new meeting next week", he looks at the assembled crowd.
With nothing to add and study time fast approaching, Pixel makes his way to the door.