FP: All that is to be seen

[ReubanBrightwood]

It takes Cartwright a few moments to drag the piled on mage out from under the crowd of assailing community members bodily dragging him towards the stairs. He voices no reprimand for the behaviour of the patrons who boo and yellow threats and obscenities at the man.

The security office being up those stairs, the mage himself comes along with little resistance other the not straight his shirt hang his shades from the collar of his shirt, ruffled and trying to regain his composure after receiving a bloody nose and some sore ribs. Unless the Guardian does anything nothing stops the party of three from making it to the office.

[Winter]

He follows the two men with an almost religious silence. Once inside the office, he'll shut the door behind them. Then, as he observes the man, he'll speak. "First let's give you something for those bruises, then we can talk about your proposal", he says, curious of the man's reaction.

Equipment

Wedding band, moleskine notebook + pencils, black stones catholic rosary, brass knuckles, Kevlar vest (thin), Wallet, iPhone, flashlight

Spells

Incognito Presence [Pot 3, Cloaked], Supernal Vision [Pot 2], Evil Eye [pot 5]

Stats

Health: 8
Mana: 7
WP: 1 (5)
Armor: 1 (1 from Equipment|+2 vs Firearms - Lethal to Bashing)
Defense: 3
Active Spells: 3
Personal Spells: 2
Contagion: 0
Vulgar Spells:0

[ReubanBrightwood]

Cartwright manhandles the crowd battered supposed puppet master up the stairs and into the much quitter corridor at top directing him towards the office wit ha tug of she shoulder. "You in there now." The door to the security office is unlocked and thankful empty. A standing coat rack has two coats on it a desk shows a single old computer screen that is flicking between a handful of different camera feeds. A green gun cabinet is affixed to the wall and locked with two padlock and an internal locking mechanism. Whoever left the door unlocked either trusts in the cabinet to keep the guns safe or underestimates what adventurous teenagers will poke around ion. An oversight either way in the safety department.

The man casts a slow looks around taking in the drab interior playing once more like he has time, that he is in control. Then Winter speaks and he turns around sharpish. Before flashing what might have been a winning smile once but through a swelling lip and a bloody nose does not have the desired effect. "Now that's very kind but this is party for two. Run along now." He casts a look to Cartwright as if say do it.

Th enchanter is angrily stubborn. "He stays, You don't have all the cards in this game if you are even capable of what you claim." Folding his arms and not offering any aid the man. "Then I don't call of my dog." That one card is getting overplayed already.

[ReubanBrightwood]

That's 30 days next and possibly last thread open.