The winds of change are blowing, but the Circle of Creation, like a bastion of Supernal light stands tall against the ravaging tide of Time itself. How long will its hallowed halls last? Nobody knows.
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The winds of change are blowing, but the Circle of Creation, like a bastion of Supernal light stands tall against the ravaging tide of Time itself. How long will its hallowed halls last? Nobody knows.
The Guardian sits idly at the same spot by the central nave, relishing in the solemn quietude of the Church. Surprisingly, he's donning a grey suit, a long shot from Campanella's elegance, but a decent cut nonetheless.
Kaze is wearing street clothes, a brown leather jacket over a solid gray knit shirt, black trousers and black shoes. He sits also, further back towards the entrance, in an attempt not to disturb Winter's peace.
Colder weather meant warmer clothes. Which meant the sweaters came out of storage as well as the jackets. She’s experienced colder weather than what Sacramento got, but it was still colder than it was in the summer.
She walks in wearing black skinny jeans paired with an oversized sweater and a mid-length black coat. As usual, her blonde hair was left down.
Today she had boxes of coffee to share should anyone want any.
The sound of her black suede booties announced her presence, and a smile was offered to Kaze. Did he just like sitting in the back?
Whatever. She strides up to wear Winter was, the smile still on her face as she holds up the box,
“I’ve got coffee!” she said, loud enough so Kaze could hear. “How’ve you been Winter?” she asks, setting the box down and removing her coat. “You know? We should get together sometime for coffee, or beer, or whatever.” He was a mysterious one.
Kasterborous stared at the doppelganger of West Minster Abbey, a structure both out of time and place for the architecture of Sacramento and America at large. But why shouldn't it be out of place? It was home to the Consilium and the center of government for the local Awakened.
He enters wearing a finely tailored suit.
Just inside, Kasterborous is greeted by a young Asian man in street clothes, smiling. "Hello." he says. "I'm Kaze."
Hearing someone else enter, the Shaman turns to look, seeing a face she'd never seen before.
Putting the box of coffee down, she raises a hand and motions the guy and Kaze over,
"Welcome!" greets the blonde, "Please, come in, I'm Aurora and I have coffee!" the box was picked up again and held up.
The sound of combat boots echoing down from the Adamantine Arrow wing heralded the arrival of the First Talon. His black t-shirt bulked out just a little by a thin layer of Kevlar and his signature chain-and-knife monstrosity coiled on a belt that held up simple blue jeans, the Arrow looked comfortable. Ready. The only irregularity was the Starbucks mug that was full of something steamy.
His eyes were squinted just so at the group, then the soldier let out a quiet, 'oooh...' before sliding on over to the coffee. He didn't seem concerned about mixing it with whatever was in his cup. Coffee plus coffee meant more coffee, as far as he was concerned.
"Councilor. Mighty kind of you to bring this."
He nodded to Kaze and shot a chinjut over at Winter.
"Been a minute, Winter. How you doing, man?"
No magic flared from Alastor, but the perceptive with a Mage Sight up might notice something...
If you have your Mage Sight on, you can roll Wits + Occult - 1 to detect Alastor's spellwork.
Keen eyeses
Hot on the heels of the First Talon comes Phoenyx, her long trenchcoat billowing at the pace and her red-and-black training spandex cling to her form. In her minds eye, she sees the glyphs floating around the other mages. Even Alastor this time - between that and the shields he has, Phoenyx recognises the work of one that conceals his armaments. So... A wily Leader. I can live with that. And there's that... thing.
A smirk graces her lips as she looks around the room. Alalstor knew she was behind him. A nod and a shy smile for Kaze. Phoenyx edges around to the coffee and pours herself a cup. "Thanks," she says to Aurora with a nod. "Anything pressing us today, Councillor?" she says briskly.
Kaze smiles, noting Councillor Aurora's friendly gesture and the near universal draw of her coffee and drifts over towards her. He doesn't actually drink the coffee, but seems to appreciate the scent and atmosphere of it nonetheless.
He nods in acknowledgment of Alastor's nod, smiling.
Kaze nods and grins to Phoenyx as she creeps up to the lure of the coffee.