0214 Consillium Meeting
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Quincy shows up, glancing at her watch regularly and swearing under her breath. She wasn't strictly late, but she had little doubt that her little detour to change into a less business-like dress had delayed her well past her fellow pentacle mages.
Noticing Leo and Impulse at the door, she gives both of them a quick nod. She was tempted to ask Leo if he was going to let her in this time, but didn't. There was no point in it.
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It was good to see another Consilium happening. With all that was going on, it was at least good to see some of the other mages Orpheus knew, and meet the new faces that were likely to be there.
Things felt simpler when I was the new face... He mused. It was probably just him, but he couldn't get the thought from his head.
Arriving from his sanctum by way of a well planned bus ride and a short walk the Physicist came upon the alley leading into the Byzantine, dressed in a blue dress shirt and black pants and a coat to ward off some of the cold. He'd cast his sight and shield in the early morning, but both would still be active and just for the added measure, cloaked.
Continuing on Orpheus would shoot Impulse ( WakingDream ) and Leo ( Xander ) a friendly smile and a "Hey, how's it going?" Slowing enough to hear their reply, if there was one, before heading inside.
The survey of the room was quick and reflexive, cycling the names he had faces to and the faces that didn't have a name to them. New faces were always nice, and old ones were reassuring.
Feeling the slight impression that he might need something to drink, Orpheus heads over to the bar.
Buzz parks his pick-up near the Byzantine and steps out, wearing a red leisure suit and a black shirt with yellow pinstripes. The top few buttons are undone to reveal a profound quantity of chest hair with a shiny red maple leaf pendant resting on top. He has his hair slicked back and a pair of aviators on his face, and carries a cane hand-made from a Moose femur with a handle made from bees trapped in amber.
He smiles and waves at the Mages he recognizes ( Impulse , Beej , Snakebite , Umbrey , Jerry12345 ) before hitting the bar.
Gamble eyed the waves of newcomers as they entered This place is busy he mused. Then he saw the kid, how old was she? maybe 16? Damn, they get younger all the time. If no one else was making an issue of it neither would he, but he definitely kept an eye on her for her sake. With kids you never know what might happen even if they were supposed to be here. The others all looked normal... well as normal as mages get.
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Orobas winces as he walks in.
"Damn leg..." he laments
It had healed up, and by some miracle he'd managed to avoid a ton of questions about it. Didn't mean the bullet hadn't left a scar. One that continued to sting like a bitch even now. Not enough to truly hinder him, but certainly bad enough to notice.
Still, there was no way he could miss out on a Consillium meeting. Especially being as new to the city as he was. He'd dressed nice in his blazer, tie, and slacks. His ever-present fedora sat perfectly in place, and there was almost a sparkle in his eyes as he walked into the room.
"More of us in this city than I thought," he says to himself.
His leg twinged again, driving him to his first destination of the evening: The drink table. A quick nip of some self-medication and then he'd be ready to talk.
This is the rough layout of the Byzantine. I aplogize, I am not an artist. Please note as stated, the bar at the dance floor is closed.
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Next to enter through the doors headed to the Consillium was a dark skinned man with Dreads and tattoos (Sl2, Fame2), Next to him is the pale but Beautiful (SL2) form of someone that most people only have seen a few times, unless you’re Mysterium.Anyone who makes the Wits+Composure+2 on the dude with the dreads gets that he’s DJ Jammer, who runs the rage.They don’t seem to be talking, in fact they don’t seem to really be walking close enough to be considered ‘together’ (but the ST is reading into things, and so can you.) He is wearing some form of whatever the hell he wants, she is wearing a very professional khaki skirt and white blouse.
Behind the second “odd couple” of the night is a larger man that definitely stopped playing WOW for the evening to come down here, or at least that is what the assumptions of the larger Red-bearded man reads automatically. He is in loose (unshredded) jeans and a hoodie that reads “Choose your Weapon” then has a bunch of dice in various sizes lain out.
A few Minutes later a woman in heavy make up enters the room like a Diva. Although upon close inspection the rather stylish black dress she is wearing can be identified as Trashbags. She is barefoot and doesn’t smell too good, but she looks so happy (possibly to the point of dying because of it)...for a homeless person who just found a nightclub that isn’t charging a cover fee.
If you wish to interact with any of the NPCs tag me in your post, same thing about making any rolls against them. (Rolls go in the OOC rolls thread
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Bishop glanced into the direction of the woman with the braids and feathers as well as the newcomers who tried to remain unnoticed. He spotted Quincy entering as well and since Snakebite had not answered his question, what could actually be better then the scotch he was drinking, he was nursing his curiosity but did not want to do it alone.
His tumbler in hand, he walked over to Quincy, waving in her direction.
"Evening, Mrs. Quincy. It is nice to see a familiar face in here." he said politely.
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Orpheus leaves the bar fidgeting with his collar just a tad nervously. The Goth girl hadn't checked out according to Leo, so the Mystagogue couldn't help but wonder how she slipped in.
Whatever, that didn't matter at the moment, obviously the girl knew something was going on here, although the whys, whos, and hows would be the most important right now. Figuring that scrutiny in a crowded area like this might not be the best thing to do, especially if she turned out to be a mage and took it as a challenge. Regardless of age difference he did not want to start a scene.
Relax, you're among friends here...
Orpheus more or less calmly approached the young Goth girl (and unwittingly her friend), and started simply. "Evening." He started "Sorry if I come off a little blunt, but what's your name?"
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Orpheus and the Goth Chick (and friend) continue Here
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