Who Leads Now?

[Thirteen]

"That's what I've been doing," she told Salem. "This room was a fucking pigsty a couple weeks ago. How'd you two let it get like that?" The Acanthus sounded annoyed, because she was. The spring cleaning of the Free Council chambers, while not wholly complete, was still a lot of work. At least the central area was clean and in working order now.

Thirteen sipped her coffee and turned to listen to Eidolon. "Barring some sort of crisis, I don't see the need for a permanent leader. We're not the Atlanteans. We don't need a hierarchy, but a voting council with a spokesman is fine with me." She fidgeted with her coffee cup for a moment, "So, who was this now lost leader?"

[Salem]

Salem is silent for a moment as he finishes his donut, sipping at his coffee. Is that really the biggest thing? he thinks to himself. "I think what's most important is establishing what we have here, amongst us, and what we all feel we need for us and for the city. Putting another leader in place is not on my list of needs or wants. I already helped with that last month against my wishes..." he says, a frown creasing his brow for a moment before he looks around. My vote didn't even count.

He nods to Thirteen's assessment, "We are Free Council. We work to quell the Lie, not let it fester," the last word is said with a bit of emphasis. Perhaps the Warlock's a bit upset at himself for voting the Hierarch into the position, even if it was needed.. "I don't think that I would vote for anything but a council with a spokesperson."

He takes another sip of coffee and adds a bit more sugar, "Phillip wasn't really a leader, per se. He was just the only Libertine who was here before either Eidolon or myself arrived last year. He was our first main contact of the city." He laughs softly. "Especially since there were no Warlocks here before we arrived and we both arrived at roughly the same time."

He looks around the area again. "I would like to see this place made whole again.. and I've got some ideas for some improvements to it.."

[Eidolon]

Eidolon thought about what his fellow Libertines said, taking in what Salem said about going against his wishes. "Yes leadership is the biggest thing, because knowing the rest of the circle they will not take us seriously until we have fixed up this area and have at least the facade of a leader. Hence why I brought up the idea of a spokesman. I think that also having that backup will also help you out in the future."


Eidolon then looked to Salem, "There is also something else I want to bring up to you later for our path, which may also help you out in the future. But in the meantime, we should probably vote on the spokesman. If it is not obvious, I would actually like to throw my hat in, as I believe I could rightfully convey what we speak about here. But if any of you think you are more capable of the position, I would like to hear you out and we can decide from there."

[Thirteen]

"If we all pitch in, we can have this trash bin lookin' as clean and shiny as the original Henry VII's chapel," Thirteen spoke after a drink of her coffee, using it to warm her hands on this cold day.

Deep brown eyes turned towards Eidolon, "I agree that keepin' our corner of this place presentable is important. We got our pride."

"But let's face it, after - what? 120 years? - the Diamond Orders still don't take us seriously, not like they do each other. Pretendin' we have a leader isn't going to change that. I say we do what we've always done: Vote on matters, and when the Atlanteans need to know, this spokesperson can tell 'em what's what. If they got a problem with that, tough shit. They're not our parents. We don't need daddy's praise."

She relaxed in her seat, legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles, "As for this spokesperson, what are we talkin' about here? An Emissary? A Syndic? I think this position, with it's responsibilities and limitations, needs to be defined before we trust it to someone."

"Oh, that Crosen guy?" The one that died recently. Her red brows rose in mild surprise, "I knew he was the Acanthus Councilor, not that he was a fellow Libertine. Hmm." She mused on that for a bit.

When the Warlocks turned to discussing their own Councilor position, the Enchantress largely tuned out. She had no horse in that race, and thus didn't care, so she spoke nothing of it. Coffee was slurped instead.

[Eidolon]

Eidolon agrees with Thirteen, "Yeah I agree with all of us working on this we can eventually get it back to primo condition."

Eidolon feels pride welling up at Thirteens response. She is more than a good fit, and a bit of a rebel it seems. "I was thinking more Emissary than Syndic. Someone that would report to us here any concerns of the Diamond but would not hesitate to fight our stance."

Bump Salem

[Salem]

Salem is silent for a moment while his fellow Libertines voice their opinions on the matter at hand, thoughtful and introspective. "I also see no need for a Syndic in this case. An emissary would fit the purpose proposed just fine. Not a leader in name or power, but speaks to and for the Diamond in our regard. Is this what you wish, Eidolon?" he asks, glancing towards his fellow Warlock.

He nods at the mention of Mastigos business. "I'm open to hear your ideas."

He nods to snarky Enchanter. "Phillip was a good man, with a good mind," he says. "He will be missed."

He's thoughtful for a moment, before glancing between the others. "That also brings up another thought.. Do either of you have any connections or allegiances to any of the factions within our Order? I, myself, am a member of TCE," he says, lifting a hand to his chest at the admission.

[Thirteen]

"Agreed. Emissary sounds about right for our purposes," the Arcadian nodded to the pair of Pandemonics. She took another sip of coffee before speaking again. "I'm good with that. Not gonna throw my hat in the ring, though. I get the feeling Eidolon is lookin' for the job, but what about you, Salem?"

On the topic of the late Philip Crosen, she could only give a nod of respect. "Shame I never got to meet him."

"Oh?" Thirteen shook her head at the Councilor's question, "Not really. I've not felt drawn to any of our subgroups. Not yet, anyway."

[Eidolon]

"Yes I am willing to take on the emissary role. And anything discussed will of course be brought here before any formal decision will be returned to the rest of the orders." Eidolon meant it, and the only way to show that the three of them were in unison were for them to vote in unision.

[Salem]

The Warlock Councilor gives a shake of his head at the question, "I have no interest in that position." He looks to Eidolon. "If you still wish the position, the vote seems pretty unanimous but we can make it official, if you want."

He nods to Thirteen, "Well, if you have any questions about TCE, I'll help if I can. I also have a few friends in the OSM I could put you in touch with."

[Thirteen]

"We got only the one candidate, it seems." Thirteen shrugged, not minding that at all. It spared her having to listen to them debate, at least. "If we need to make it formal, then I'll cast my vote for Eidolon, for the job of Emissary." Another sip of coffee. Not bad stuff, really.

Eyes shifted to Salem, "If I do, I'll let you know. Thanks."

Her legs uncrossed and recrossed at the ankles, now with the other foot on top. "Is there any other business, then?"