(1411) Eternal Consilium I

[Jag]

"Right," said Fluke in response, nodding to the Herald. "Nom, nom, nom to you too!" He let out a chuckle and then proceeded to take a bite from his own plate, washing the food down with a long sip of wine. As he spotted Ermac , the Acanthus offered a quick wave in his direction, wondering who the two women with him were.

Quite the ladies man, isn't he?

The thought brought some amusement to the Libertine. But hey, who knows? Geek is the new chic, right? Maybe the Obrimos was a master of seduction...or maybe he had built some pretty robots to follow him around? That would...weird...

[Premsyl]

Darkslide skates up the front of the Fillard-Goldman, stepping off his board and kicking it up into his hand with practiced ease. He looks up at the building, taking it in. It was good to be home in Sacramento. These last few years spent away were hard but necessary. In that time he had learned much, come far. He'd already been home a few weeks - skating the old spots, seeing who was gone and who was still here. For the most part Sac-Town hadn't changed. Although, he'd been spending a lot of time near the graveyards since he'd been back, too, and the hospitals. That, at least, was new since he'd left.

He walks in into the museum, his head on a wild swivel as he takes the place in. He'd skated past the place a hundred times or more as a kid, but this would be his first time going inside. He'd been in museums before, as a kid, but he never really appreciated them like he could now. He takes a few minutes to walk around the lobby. He's wearing cargo shorts, flat soled sneakers, and a black zip up hoody over a white t-shirt. A pair of earbuds hang loosely from the collar of his shirt. He carries the skateboard inside with him, holding it at his side at all times. It was his prize possession, and even after all the cool stuff he'd seen and heard about in the last few years he still wouldn't trade it for the world. It used to be that he went through boards like it was going out of style, but Waking up had allowed him to make one just the way he wanted. It was stronger, faster. He could always repair it. He had the technology.

After an awkward back and forth with the girl at the front Darkslide is shown to the meeting area where the Consilium gathering was being held. He crosses the threshold and stops, looking around. The Prime in his eyes made the room a colorful mass of magical resonance moving around and between the gathering of mages, but he filtered it out to focus on the people. He didn't know anyone, of course, not that he'd expected to, but that was the point he guessed. To meet some people and become a part of the Caucus and Consilium of Sacramento. He was the one who'd wanted to come home after all. He thought of his brother for a moment and wondered if he'd ever come to this museum for anything like this. Do Apostates even go to stuff like this? Probably not

He takes a deep breath, releasing it in a sigh, and walks inside. He notices the girl standing by the door as he does (@Asp). He waves half heartedly and a smile comes slowly to his lips as if he had to remind himself "Hey."

He glances around, an awkward moment of silence "Sup?"

Before I Came Through

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-11-20 19:05:05		Darkslide rolls 3 to Supernal Vision (Gnos+Prime) (10 Again)		8, 6, 1		1 success

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-11-20 19:04:38		Darkslide rolls 5 to Unseen Aegis (Gnosis+Matter) (10 Again)		3, 3, 2, 10, 10, 6, 7		2 successes

[Weavebreaker]

Weavebreaker watched Einstein head off to go talk to Ermac. With that said and done, she was left alone in her own head. Her hands drifted down to rest flat upon the table as she tapped her finger softly with no particular rhyme or reason. While she had been in Sacramento for a couple of years, she still couldn't help but think back to home; back to Savannah.

Life was simple there, and when she made her own way in Sacramento, she had simplified her life once more. Lately, though, there was one complication after another. She never believed it would be this way, and she felt the weight from the choices she had made. Her main reason for being in Sacramento was college, and she wasn't even going to campus anymore.

Weavebreaker shook her head softly, she couldn't help but smile at the irony she had arrived to. For some reason life had been easier when she hid in the midst of Banishers on campus. There had been a certain serenity and lure to just living a normal life, and when she sacrificed that...

You can't take it back or start over...

[Premsyl]

Darkslide shakes the offered hand. Sentinel, eh? That made sense, her standing by the door and all. She's probably as ready to kill me as she is shake my hand, and I bet she'd make a good show of it when she did. Better not screw this up.

Shaking her hand he grins a little "Yeah, I know. About the private function, that is, not your name. Anyway, yeah. I'm Darkslide, with the Mysterium. I used to live here in town, you know, before. Anyway, they told me that when I got back I needed to "present myself for citizenship." He says this last bit in an over the top, official sounding way, snickering a bit before it occurs to him that the Sentinel probably takes this kind of thing pretty seriously. He straightens up, the grin fading from his lips. He coughs, and clears his throat "So, um, they said this was probably the place to do it sooo.. I was hoping maybe you could point me in the right direction?"

[Miach]

If Miach had been hoping to see his boss, the Mastigos Councilor, or any Cabal Head, he was sorely disappointed by now. A glass of Rum - Coconut Juice in hand, the Acanthus was seriously pondering leaving. At least, he would snatch a couple hours of sleep - minor s - and that would be good.

[Truce]

It has all the things a party needs, a spacious venue, well-dressed people, and a familiarity among its members. At least they are familiar in their purpose for being here tonight even if they are not familiar with each other. Individuals with desires & agendas, factions conducting their power plays, social dynamics at work in every gesture, glance, and whisper. They can not help it, it is the language of of their nature.

  Mage Sight Cast Prior to Arrival

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-11-25 00:19:53		Truce rolls 7 to cast rote Third Eye [WIT+Emp+Mind] (10 Again)		4, 8, 8, 2, 2, 1, 9		3 successes
2014-11-25 00:19:27		Truce rolls 7 to cast rote Grim Sight [WIT+Occ+Death] (10 Again)		9, 10, 8, 9, 2, 6, 2, 2		4 successes

A man arrives to join them at this party. His hair is wavy brown, his eyes hazel with a stoic expression. After stating his business to the woman, Gina, Truce has been led here to the gathering of the Consilium, an informal affair this particular evening. His purpose is clear, to gain permission to reside within the city and to learn the local laws within the community. Certainly any one of these representatives could point him in a suitable direction. It seems many are engaged in conversation and Truce does not wish to interrupt.

Fortunately there are those that stand apart from the crowd. Truce approaches one, @Miach , dipping his head to express his greeting and to show a non-threatening stance. "Good evening, sir. My name is Truce. I have not been here before and I am hoping to speak with someone of some authority to present myself to. You aren't by chance a Herald for this Consilium?"

[Crowley]

Crowley didn't quite realise the significance of Asp closing on him till it was too late. He was left, chewing madly, grunting like a pig, and generally trying to find a place to put his plate, while salvaging a modicum of dignity. After what seemed an age to the Acanthus, he spoke.

"Um. Yeah. Herald. Thats... me? Oh hi! Yeah. What do you need?"

Today his mind was slower than his mouth, so he squinted slightly as he looked Darkslide over, trying to place the newcomer.

[Miach]

Miach was just about to leave when a newcomer came in, and talked to him. The Enchanter nearly considered sipping some more of his sweet glass before answering, but decided against it. The man had done nothing to deserve his spite, nor feel his frustration.

He forced his smile a bit, and nodded. "Good evening too. You are at the right place, then. My name is Miach."

Spotting his Path-mate engaging in a conversation with another newcomer - would there ever cease to be any - he pointed him out. "The man you want to talk to is that rocker guy over there."

"You want me to introduce you, perhaps ?" he offered, his usual smile slowly coming back to his face as his tension eased off.