(1412) Damascus and Pepper

**Avis** · Dec 19th, 2014 09:43 PM

"Naw, not cause he was a sumo. It's cause he's -- well, serene's not the right word. There's a stillness about him, ya know? Like, the kind you get in empty places," she trailed off, deciding it was best not to say more. A Councilor admitting that they'd made all these assumptions about one of their own path, and hadn't made a whole lot of time to speak to them? That was kinda fucked up, and while she didn't want to ignore the truth of that, it was best not to broadcast it. Not when it could still be corrected.

A topic change was in order. Thankfully, there already was one.

"Ok, so if tattoos and piercings deal with appearances and expression, what do scars do? Either of you have experience with that?" Avis asked, hands finding nesting places in her pockets.

Dec 20th, 2014 07:46 AM

Damascus stiffened when the Mastigos raised the topic of scars, their words unwittingly reopening old wounds. Her eyes took on a glazed quality and for all intents and purposes she found herself back in that room; the blood pooling around her knees, the hollow feeling in her chest, the footsteps pounding down the stairs...

<< Damascus. Damascus! >>

She was nudged from her reverie by repeated urgings and the prodding of her familiar’s muzzle against her cheek. She turned towards the spirit and offered her a grateful yet sad smile before again facing the Councillor.

“Just one.” She said quietly, fervently hoping that they would let the subject lie.

**Pepper** · Dec 20th, 2014 10:44 AM

Pepper nodded. "Ah, yeah. He is that." Avis' question about scars had the acanthus turning thoughtful, but catching site of Damascus made her pause.

"Me? No. Hate to change the topic, but Damascus needs to get recognized by Crowley, and I need to talk to Nous." They needed to sort out Panthera Nox's recognition...

**Avis** · Dec 20th, 2014 07:09 PM

"I meant purposeful ones, Damascus," Avis clarified, punctuating the comment with a shrug. "Sorry to have brought up something unpleasant. And, uh, sure, Pepper. Don't mean to hold anyone up. Just wanted to say hello and stuff. So, uh, good luck. I'll talk to you later.

"As for you," she continued, turning back to the new Mage, "it was nice to meet you. And don't let go of that potato, ok? Pain can forge a better you, if you let it."

**Pepper** · Dec 20th, 2014 07:30 PM

"Ah, yeah, that has way too many options there." Pepper shrugged and shook her head. Then added, "Don't worry, Nous only just arrived, so no hold up." Pepper reached forward, about to clap Avis's shoulder but turned it into a salute. She wasn't really sure how the hoodie-wearing woman would react to that kind of contact.

She gave a nod to Damascus then departed.

Pepper leaves the thread

Dec 21st, 2014 09:32 AM

Damascus directed a small nod of thanks towards the Provost as they steered the discussion away from a painful subject. She shrugged sadly at the Councillor’s apology.

“It’s fine, really.” She said, her smile never quite reaching her eyes.

The Thyrsus felt a familiar sensation as Mella clambered over her shoulder, attempting to get a better look at her open hands.

<< Which potato? I don’t understand the dark-haired lady. And you still haven’t asked her about the flight-cap! >>

Damascus felt certain that they would have been pouting if the spirit's pangolin-like form were capable of assuming such an expression, their puzzlement brought a genuine smile of amusement to her features.

“Yes... I’ll do that... then...” She trailed off with a measure of perplexed humor at what she assumed was some sort of analogy. “It was a pleasure to meet you both,” She went on, removing a small notebook from one of her jacket pockets. “Let me leave you my number incase you want to talk, about philosophy or anything else.” She offered, with a bemused wink to the Mastigos.

She jotted her digits down and folded the torn pages before attempting to offer them to the pair of Consilium officials, though when she glanced up from the page she saw that the provost had already departed. Feeling kinda slighted the Thyrsus crumpled one of the pieces of paper and thrust it forcefully back into the pocket with the notebook.

“The Provost is probably right.” She muttered in a tone laced with indignation, then realising that she was misdirecting her reproach she attempted to lighten up. “I should speak with the Herald before I do anything else. Thankyou for your help Avis.” Careful to pronounce the “Vee” she’d heard in the councillors own southern accent and leaving the slip of paper with her number on the table where the Mastigos could take it or burn it for all she cared right now; Damascus turned on a heeled boot, searching the room for the Herald’s current whereabouts.

Spying the man Pepper had indicated sitting at a table, with those he'd been speaking with departing for pastures new, it seemed as good a time as any to approach him.

Damascus Leaves the Thread.

(1412) Damascus and Pepper

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