LL/H: Village council

[Cavendish]

The Ladder looks down at his now open hand. Then counts, one finger at time. "There's an abyssal grimoire on the loose, murdered members of the Nation, and someones working with the fucking Seers?" He looks at the San Francisco mages, focused.

"As he said" A nod to Guru. "Extraordinary claims and all." Breath and Cavendish shakes his head. "Are these active concerns or a past list of grievances. Because numbers three and two require some immediate conversations about being resolved. Then we can find and deal with whatever the hell is in the grimoire." There's a glance over at the mage entering, huh. Then Cavendish's focus is brought back to the others.

"Unless I have missed something, we here of the Sacramento Consilium are unable to agree to any terms. We would need to speak with our Councilors and arrange another meeting." That only one has shared their Order isn't lost. The others leave room for interpretation, so at least one Ladder.

[ReubanBrightwood]

Skye once her green glyphs dissipate a sign of a spell having been unwoven is allowed finally into the sanctum proper. Through the open plan kitchen/ dining area and into the appointed conservatory where Guru and Cavendish are having a conversation growing more heated by the exchange it would seem. The alluring mage certainly mages an impression on the mages gathered, Leo in particular it seems as he shimmers up in his bench to make room if she wants to sit. But he can't contain himself when the opportunity to poke at the diamond is presented. "Full Consilium don't make me laugh when was the last time this Consilium even broke double digits in membership?" A little behind on the news it would seem.

Skye is followed by the matronly women who had greeted all three mages at the door. Who clicks her tongue and tuts. "Now. Now Athena that's a lot to drop on them all at once." Clearly having caught the other mages last sentence and inferred the context. "There is no reason we can't all be civil about this." A pointed look is given to Anubis who despite his calm candour she seems to have pinned as the instigator.

The mage meets her gaze for a moment before relenting. "Yes. Yes your right." Back to Guru and Cavendish. "Where. Was. Had been. These are issues known to us from past encounters. The grimoire was being hunted by mages from Sacramento who made contact with a cabal in San Fran. That's how we know that." He thinks for a moment. "The murder was well rather public in the supernatural community it was carried out at a club for those who go bump in the night if you will right here in Sacramento but words spreads when things like that happen." He grows more serious and yields the floor to Athena for the final piece.

The more so far more clipped mage withers the composed man under icy indifference before catching the eye of the yet unnamed matron and much as he did relents. "We have scene increased seer activity in San Francisco in the last half a decade or so. We interrogated a seer we managed to catch. It spoke of a ceasefire agreement with the pentacle mages of the river city." The disdain creeps into her tones at the very idea of ever willing choosing to engage in peace talks with the servants of the exarchs.

[Skye]

Offering a shy smile toward Leo, she had presented a relatively careful and shy persona after all better not break it to quickly, besides aspects of it felt right to wear anyways. Taking a small step toward him, hesitating for a moment before stepping forward with a soft look upon her.
”I like” looking to the side ”your dreads. They really suit you.”

Hurrying of to a wall where she could easily see and follow the discussion of them all, along with making herself heard but not being close enough to any of them to be touched or whispered to in any manner.
”It seems like I am quite missing something, now are we expecting any more people, or would you mind filling us in on the agenda for the evening? Sadly all I found out from my invitation was the existance of the meeting, and my own hopes for what it might lead to.” Glad for the chance that she really did want friends and allies, besides if Leo was nice, looking to his dreads with a nervous little look wishing she could fake a blush.

Eyes quickly flying over at the mentioning of bumps in the night.
”Did...did any of those who bump in the night meet their end?” Feeling a strange sensation within her, not having expected her reaction, but unable to contain the worry rising within at such words much more to her own surprise than anything else. Grabbing her waterskin, thumb gently walking across it´s edges, over the stitching's, eagerly awaiting the reply.

Gear

cash, sunglasses, wooden coin necklace (dedicated tool) archery glove on, knife (in purse) purse, waterskin filled with water in belt, athletic running shoes, notepad and pen.
Stashed away:
Smartphone - turned off, cellphone – turned off, throwing knife x2, knife

Spells

Combo Organic Resilience and pulse of the living world (pot 6, armor 4)
Body Mastery +2 (pot 7)
Honing the form dexterity +4 (pot 8)

Stats

Health: 8
Mana: 7
Defense: 2 (7 when dodging)
Speed: 15
Initiative: 11
Willpower: 2/2 (usable)
Armor: 5/6 - bulletproof (Life: 4, Kevlar vest thin 1/2)
Spell tolerance: 4/3
Spell control 4/6
Paradox spells cast: 1

[Cavendish]

Metered breathing is how Cavendish remains seated. Isn't there a more proper way to handle things like this or is this a response to the potential Seer ceasefire. Oracles above. He turns to address the newest mage to the room.

"Our counterparts here are from the Golden Consilium of San Fransisco. They are here to bring us under their organization." Another breath. "And have leveled several accusations that would cause some members of my Order to be gleeful at the amount of legal work it would entail. Abyssal grimoires, murder, a ceasefire with the Seers." The Ladder shifts to look at Athena. "That last one, were you able to confirm that the Seer was telling the truth? Murder in a nightclub." Whatever the hells bumps in the night means. "Is a problem but that can be handled. Peace talks with Seers is how the Nation loses ground."

[ReubanBrightwood]

Leo takes the compliment well and goes on the charm offensive in response. "Thanks, uh your hair is really pretty the colour suits you." If a little put out that the alluring mage seems to have choose not to sit next to him. Regardless he is not here as the font of information it seems. Instead the matronly woman speaks up taking a seat in an armchair. "It would seem our agenda has come to us. Discussions of forming a proper, regulated branch of the golden Consilium here in Sacramento, as it was meant to be, rather then the scant scattering of mages meeting socially and without policing themselves or the threats around the city." She tries to brook no no-nonsense but mage's are wilful by definition.

Athena bores Cavendish with her cold glance before nodding once. "His memories were scoured and binding oaths used to extract the truth. He did not know much beyond that, only had been adamantly made aware that Sacramento was off limits due to the ceasefire in place with the pentacle mages of this city." That he seems to disapprove of the notion has won him that extra elaboration it would seem.

Anubis sighs, it would appear to be frustration but he is struggling to hide a sense of superiority that others don't know about some secrets of the world. "The murder happened in front of members of a variety of supernatural races that hide between the cracks of the fallen world. Including but not limited to other mages which is how word reached us of two Sacramento mages killing one of their own, by means of vulgar spell casting, in such a public setting." He shrugs, lightly. "I'm sure you understand why that is not acceptable behaviour for mages who claim to be on the side of the pentacle. And why it makes clear that oversight is sorely needed." He is oozing smugness now no longer able to keep the calm cool façade. He seems to think this is a done deal.

[Skye]

Offering a soft smile in return to the dreaded man, not wanting to leave him fully dry and hanging but having little to no interest in a conversation of that manner with one whose allegiance she knew nothing about.

Looking to Cavendish with a bit of a puzzled look.
”Your order? I am afraid I do not really know what order you belong to, nor have I heard of this golden Consilium.”

Listening to each word said, glad for her inner emotional states as to not downright laugh at just how utterly stupid this was coming off to her until the Casanova man spoke, making her let go of a sigh of relief.
”So none of those who go bump in the night met their end?” Now that was a relief at the very least. ”Excuse me for saying so though but this sounds rather odd to me.”

Turning her attention toward everyone of them with a look of being a bit lost.
”You are all from San Francisco and members of some golden Consilium, whatever now that symbolizes. And you are here to basically recruit soldiers, by way of distributing flyers to be used for gathering ones not affiliated with those who lives here and subjugate them into accepting oversight, by you? Through means of a branch of your Consilium.” That just sounded so ridiculous that she wanted to laugh at the man, she had heard San Francisco mentioned more than a few times but the insight to them was still, well to put it bluntly low. ”Does that about sum it up?” Keeping herself at her position, making sure to keep that vantage point.

Gear

cash, sunglasses, wooden coin necklace (dedicated tool) archery glove on, knife (in purse) purse, waterskin filled with water in belt, athletic running shoes, notepad and pen.
Stashed away:
Smartphone - turned off, cellphone – turned off, throwing knife x2, knife

Spells

Combo Organic Resilience and pulse of the living world (pot 6, armor 4)

Stats

Health: 8
Mana: 7
Defense: 2 (7 when dodging)
Speed: 15
Initiative: 11
Willpower: 2/2 (usable)
Armor: 5/6 - bulletproof (Life: 4, Kevlar vest thin 1/2)
Spell tolerance: 1/3
Spell control 1/6
Paradox spells cast: 1

[Cavendish]

Cavendish nods to the women who had been at the front door. "I have only recently come to call Sacramento home but that is my understanding. As the only Ladder in Sacramento." A pause for the new mage and a feeler for the SF folks. "At least one of the Councilors seemingly asked for guidance of some level on the process."

The Ladder shudders at Athena's words. "The truth from a Seer..and a bad truth." He sighs, who would..could? make that deal? Anubis's casual dropping of other supernatural creatures gets a blank look from Cavendish. Then a very slow nod. "Well that's something I wasn't sure I wanted to know about, the ..creatures? Use of vulgar workings in public to commit murder is well, Lictors would show up for that. Should have?"

"There are Lictors in California right?" The question is asked to the San Francisco mages, Golden Consilium and all. "I would like to hope that soldiers wasn't the intent." He looks from the new? mage to the out of towners once again.

[ReubanBrightwood]

Skye's absence from the conversation having left her grasping at the air a little provides the either audacious or social blind Leo to take the opportunity too appear to be helpful. "Not Subjugate, The Sacramento Consilium was, is a branch of San Francisco golden Consilium. The oversight has been rather lacking and things have gotten out of hand. We are here to set things right and reunited the mages of the two cities under the original banner." He grins clearly thinking he has succeed in his bid of helpfulness.

No mage speaks up to rally to Cavendish's call for fellow ladders. Not yet anyway. But mages are a paranoid lot when it comes to that kind of information. Especially in company you don't fully trust. But the matron tuts a little and speaks up speaks up. "Well we will have to disinvest them of the idea of councillors they have shown they can't manage themselves. Guidance on what exactly?" Digging deeper in Cavendish's willingness to talk.

Athena nods grimly. The idea that any Consilium would dare hold to a peace treaty with the servants of the iron pyramid was a grave concern written clearly in her demeanour. It is Anubis who chips in. "Well It seems the ball got well and truly dropped on that front. What Consilium has the resources to closely monitor the membership of any other. Communication had broken down between us at that point so it wasn't until it trickled through the supernatural community that we heard, and with the bump in seer activity on doorstep we have not until recently had the time or mages to spare to come sort it out." If one Consilium could solve the worlds woes or even just agree on how to tackle them, there would only be one.

It is now Athena adds her voice once more. "Consider us the emissary. We are here to take temperature and establish communication to begin the process. If force is deemed needed. Then they will be used." She really doesn't beat around the bush. She seems neither hopefully nor deterred it is a statement of fact.