I want to start each of your characters off separately and roleplay the first meeting, so I think we should start in PMs.
Guess we can let each other take a peek, right?
[sblock=PM #1 (Hella_Tellah)]The Andover-Harvard Theological Library is small by Boston standards, although easily the rival of most American college libraries. Its stacks bear the weighty silence of oak bookshelves and think, padded carpets, while the lobbies and atriums uplift the spirit with the glowing expansiveness of white marble lit by skylight.
Mitchell Ward stands between two tightly-spaced bookcases in an under-used section of the library, one dedicated to the writings of Catholic heretics working at the edges of hermetic mysticism. Engrossed in searching for a book he cannot find, he looks up to see a smirking man in his mid-twenties standing five feet away, at the end of the row. Mitchell recognizes him: the spiked hair, pierced eyebrow and air of smugness all belong to Arathnos, the Consilium herald. A prickling sensation in the back of Mitchell's mind warns him that a supernatural force is present.
Arathnos
"Hello, 'Gabriel'. May I have a word?"[/sblock][sblock=PM #2 (Annalist)]This was unexpected.
Mitchell wearily rubbed at his eyes knowing how haggard he must probably look to the Consilium Herald. His confrontation last night with Lin hadn't exactly done wonders for his sleep schedule. And she was still pretty pissed, so he had promised to take her out to Haru later today for sushi, in order to start making amends. And he had even made reservations.
But with a sinking feeling, Mitchell turned to regard the other mage figuring that his plans would likely have to be canceled if this was an official visit. And it probably was. The guy had called him by his Shadow Name. Stifling a yawn, he forced a fake smile onto his face and replied, "Sure, Arathnos. What can I do for you?"
Inwardly, he gritted his teeth as he thought,
This better be good.[/sblock][sblock=PM #3 (Hella_Tellah)]"You've been studying under Melchior for a little more than a year now," Arathnos began. "You know what that means: the grace period is up."
Among the few policies instated by the Noose-led Consilium, the grace period was the most controversial--and the least contested. Newly Awakened mages were afforded a year to find their way, during which time the Consilium addressed only the most serious infractions against the Supernal Law. It was further understood that attempts at courting new Awakened into political alliances would not be tolerated. As Melchior explained it to you, the policy was so effective at reducing inter-Cabal conflict that even the Seers adhered to it, at least outside Harvard.
"The Nemean wants to meet with you and a few other mages who have just finished their first year. He would like to invite you to dinner at Cormant House Thursday evening, at eight o'clock. We'll be serving veal."
It didn't sound like an invitation.
OOC said:
Cormant House is the seat of the Consilium in Boston. You've probably been there once or twice with Melchior.
[/sblock][sblock=PM #4 (Annalist)]Mitchell listened impassively as Arathnos informed him that his grace period was up, which meant that his apprenticeship under Melchior was coming to an end. A surge of mixed emotions welled up inside of the young Obrimos, instantly purging the tiredness from his system as the jarring news slowly sunk in. He first felt a touch of fear and sadness at the thought of losing his mentor's constant guidance and protection, but was also struck by a twinge of excitement at the prospect of having a measure of independence. The moment was poignantly bittersweet.
With a firm nod of his head, Mitchell acknowledged the Herald's relayed message. "Thursday evening at eight. I'll be there," he promised. One didn't turn down a dinner invitation from The Nemean lightly. The most prudent course would simply be to accept and show up, and that was what he planned to do. It wasn't like he had much choice in the matter anyway.
But on the bright side, at least his plans with Lin tonight wouldn't have to be canceled after all.[/sblock]