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Message: <blockquote data-quote="TillForPie" data-source="post: 6364472" data-attributes="member: 6762758">I forgot to mention in my last post: None of the women in the photograph (or in any of the other photographs in the room) are Earnshaw as far as Chance can tell.Chance, Harper, and LawMagellan lifts both bushy eyebrows at Chance's mention of her and her companions all awakening around the same time, but he chooses not to address it. "That sounds like Penrose. He's never been very active in awakened society - he probably thinks he's doing you a favor." Magellan seems keen on seeing the best in Penrose. "I don't think he went to more than two or three Consilium meetings in all the time we were working together." He points at the photograph Chance had been examining. "That's me and him, right there. The Panoptic Eye," he says with faux grandiosity, before laughing. "It was as pretentious as it sounds." Magellan is very unlike Penrose. Where Penrose is private, quiet, and calm, Magellan is warm and energetic. He's like a veteran eagerly sharing stories about his old war buddies. "The two of us were the original members. That's Rob," he's referring to the man with the slicked hair in slacks and a button-down, "Robbing Peter is his shadow name, but we called him Rob. Those are the Tango sisters," he's clearly talking about the twins, "before they started with that two bodies - one soul gimmick they have going on these days. And the last one," the redhead, "is Hospitaller. She was the rookie - well, we were all rookies, however highly we thought of ourselves. She was a sweet kid, maybe a bit idealistic but that's typical for an obrimos I guess. Rob and the Tangos couldn't stand her, but Penrose insisted she be let in." Magellan is clearly happy talking about the old days and he has a contagious smile. He doesn't seem to realize how much he's rambling, monologuing about his younger years to an audience he's only just met. "We were old enough to know what we were doing, young enough to still want to get things done. We were doing good work. But, ah, well," he waves a hand as if to show he's all right, "after the incident," Penrose has never mentioned an incident with his former cabal - indeed, none of his students knew what a cabal was until a few days ago, "we all went our separate ways. Penrose found Nazareth, I signed on with the Guardians, Rob went into politics - he's hierarch now of course." Again, nobody knows what a mage hierarch is, and perhaps Penrose's students wonder if he's done them a disservice not teaching them more about awakened society. "He's running the New Panoptic Eye," Magellan rolls his eyes a bit, clearly thinking Rob hasn't gotten over the pretension of their youth, though he's still smiling. "The Tangos are still with him."His eyes have been plotting a course from one side of the photograph to the other, describing each mage in turn. At the end of the photo is the redhead. "And poor Hospitaller. We never would've thought it'd be her." He sighs. These memories are bittersweet for him. "When you're my age you'll know it's always the innocent ones who suffer the most."Agnasci"Rise and shine!"Agnasci wakes with a start when a bucketful of water is dropped onto him. He's still sore from the beating he took (Agnasci has taken 3 points of bashing damage - enough that it's painful without providing wound penalties to rolls). He tries wriggling upright into a seated position but it's difficult with his body bound in chains. It's late in the evening and the only light is from a bulb on the ceiling.BR is standing nearby with a bucket in his hand, but Agnasci's vision is primarily dominated by the painting of himself. It's been dragged closer, so that it stares down at the prisoner, but for Agnasci it's no longer a mirror. It's a painting of Agnasci at the exact moment that he'd first seen it, before the beating and before the chains.There's the sound of someone coming down the stairs and a moment later Mad Dog is with them. He makes a gesture and BR hesitates, glancing between Agnasci and Mad Dog, before finally leaving. Mad Dog drags a folding chair into view from behind the easel and takes a seat beside Agnasci. He looks down at the mage in silence for a few seconds, then reaches into a pocket to retrieve a small whittled statuette. He sets it down on the cement floor near Agnasci's face. It's a carving of Chance, about the size of a large chess piece."Who is she?"</blockquote>

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