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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The doors open after an all-too-long wait, and the honored guests of the night are admitted into the large research room set aside for hosting this night's grand event. Part cocktail party, part research convention, the contents of the room are a carefully seleced collection of objets d'art representative of the arts of mathemagic and golemancy. Golems themselves decorate the corners of the room, standing unmoving in neutral poses, while fanciful (if inert) representations of actual kevinscopes inspire the majority of the paintings and sculptures in the room. |
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| + | As the guests are ushered into the room, they're not only greeted with tables laden with aperitifs and entrees to whet the wheels of conversation, but also a curious object of interest in the center of the room. Though it's presently covered with a mantle and guarded by a pair of attendants, the general size and shape of the object is unmistakably a golem. | ||
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| + | The room fills with more and more luminaries and sponsors of the arts and sciences. There's plenty of elbow room, and as the attendees start to mingle it becomes ever more obvious the invitatons were very selective. Many of the researchers and craftsmen present rub elbows with colleagues from far and wide, experts in their respective fields reunited after months or years pulled apart by work and duties. The murmur grows in the room as more gather, but it looks like no actual presentation will begin until the doors to the research hall are closed.<br> <br>There's Flora, of course, currently accompanied by a single guard, a slender minx-girl. Even so, she makes sure to stay out of people's way, and both Lady and guard are dressed appropriately for the event. | ||
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| + | So far, Flora's first few moments have been spent getting something light to eat, before trying to spot anyone she might know, or anyone that might have interesting information to share...<br> <br>A particular jasmine, who has not been seen around these parts in a while, steps into the room. The plant-being known as Rokarion, no doubt invited due to his own studies into mathemagic...or maybe just got sent instead of a more accomplished family friend, seemed to completely ignore the food on display, instead taking out his notebook and slowly starting to examine the various items on display. | ||
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| + | Of course of particular interest to the jasmine flower was the golem hidden behind the mantle that is his main reason for him being here, given that he had a new interest in golem crafting now. Otherwise, he would have remained in Andrussya with his lovely salamander.<br> <br>Doffing her hat at the door, Cassidy had come alone today. Or at least presently. She wasn't much of a golem crafter, not since her initial interest which has since faded, but she was a magician, and rather liked keeping abreast of progress and innovation. So it was that she was here today, sipping on a drink and observing the covered golem as she pondered the specifics of what might be underneath. A mining golem, perhaps? Something more industrial? She could hardly wait to find out.<br> <br>Jendayi is already there off in her own little corner, delicately waxing her creator artefacts and giving someone a suspicious eye every so often. Seems like she's pulling a bit of security for the event, though in general, the huge sphinx seems to regard the golems and their controllers with very thinly-veiled distaste. Especially the one under the covers. She looks at it like she expects it to burst out and go on a rampage. "Had enough for a lifetime," she mumbles under her breath as her focus returns to polishing the surface of her divine shield.<br> <br>Near the statue at the center, a small cluster of beings wearing what is clearly church regalia have gathered in a little circle. They converse between each other, some excitedly, others reservedly. They are a stark contrast to the rest of the room, the only ones already discussing what might happen tonight rather than idly wondering what all this is about. | ||
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| + | Two Academy researchers linger near one of the tables, munching on aperitifs while looking at the statue with reservation. They conspire to each other in hushed whispers, looking concerned and hesitant. | ||
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| + | Security dots the gathering, here and there, kindly guiding guests around the room while keeping a careful eye on any who might want to disrupt or cause a ruckus. As the last few guests file in, two of the Academy's own staff start to close the doors, and some may note they stay outside to keep watch rather than within the room itself.<br> <br>Rokarion idly juts down notes in his journal for a couple of moment before noticing the beings clad in church regalia. Realizing from the snippets that it appears that the group of beings know what is going on, he heads towards them with a purposeful stride. On his way, the jasmine being quickly goes over his own priestly training in his head. Planning on relying on his own church education to be more personable in case the group was not interested in talking to 'outsiders'. | ||
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| + | With a smile, polite if not warm, the young bud nods respectfully towards the circle of...priests? "Blessings of the Creators upon you, I am Rokarion Aeneanas. I was invited to this gathering, but I was not giving too much information about the central display. Is it possible to ask for some enlightenment on the subject? " The plant being says, adressing a couple of beings on the edge of the circle, his voice as usual polite, yet cold, and he is clearly not dowing much to hide his Cliffside regalia or accent!<br> <br>There's a little flick of Flora's tail, a scratch behind her ear, and then, the feline makes her way to the center, trying to mingle with the various church-beings, and somewhat gravitating towards the badger among them, offering a smile. "Flora doesn't suppose Mister Alfred can tell Flora what has the Church so interested in golems?" the feline offers, before flicking her ears lightly. "Flora admits, Flora is suprised Miss High Priestess isn't here, with how many of the church are around."<br> <br>Cassidy raises a brow and pushes a lock of hair back, sidling over towards the church group. She wasn't a priestess by any stretch, but it seemed like people were gathering there, so what was the difference between sipping in one spot or another? Standing closer to the inquisitive minds might let her overhear something interesting regarding the event.<br> <br>Jendayi holds the divine shield up in the light, turning the little sphere over a few times to make sure she's properly tended to it, then pockets it in a pouch which hangs from her ropebelt. She's about to start working on her twirligig when she sees people approaching the priesthood. Including what looks like... a CLIFFSIDER. The fur stands up on the back of her neck. Anxiety compels her to stand and walk her way over there with a delicateness that contradicts her stature, and she smiles and nods at some of the other priests and priestesses. "Ha ha, yes, hello, welcome my little friends," she greets the other soulless hurriedly. She turns towards the priests and gives them a meaningful look. "Remember to tell me if you require anything, yes? Yes." | ||
Revision as of 00:08, 25 January 2019
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Date
24/1/482
Log
The doors open after an all-too-long wait, and the honored guests of the night are admitted into the large research room set aside for hosting this night's grand event. Part cocktail party, part research convention, the contents of the room are a carefully seleced collection of objets d'art representative of the arts of mathemagic and golemancy. Golems themselves decorate the corners of the room, standing unmoving in neutral poses, while fanciful (if inert) representations of actual kevinscopes inspire the majority of the paintings and sculptures in the room.
As the guests are ushered into the room, they're not only greeted with tables laden with aperitifs and entrees to whet the wheels of conversation, but also a curious object of interest in the center of the room. Though it's presently covered with a mantle and guarded by a pair of attendants, the general size and shape of the object is unmistakably a golem.
The room fills with more and more luminaries and sponsors of the arts and sciences. There's plenty of elbow room, and as the attendees start to mingle it becomes ever more obvious the invitatons were very selective. Many of the researchers and craftsmen present rub elbows with colleagues from far and wide, experts in their respective fields reunited after months or years pulled apart by work and duties. The murmur grows in the room as more gather, but it looks like no actual presentation will begin until the doors to the research hall are closed.
There's Flora, of course, currently accompanied by a single guard, a slender minx-girl. Even so, she makes sure to stay out of people's way, and both Lady and guard are dressed appropriately for the event.
So far, Flora's first few moments have been spent getting something light to eat, before trying to spot anyone she might know, or anyone that might have interesting information to share...
A particular jasmine, who has not been seen around these parts in a while, steps into the room. The plant-being known as Rokarion, no doubt invited due to his own studies into mathemagic...or maybe just got sent instead of a more accomplished family friend, seemed to completely ignore the food on display, instead taking out his notebook and slowly starting to examine the various items on display.
Of course of particular interest to the jasmine flower was the golem hidden behind the mantle that is his main reason for him being here, given that he had a new interest in golem crafting now. Otherwise, he would have remained in Andrussya with his lovely salamander.
Doffing her hat at the door, Cassidy had come alone today. Or at least presently. She wasn't much of a golem crafter, not since her initial interest which has since faded, but she was a magician, and rather liked keeping abreast of progress and innovation. So it was that she was here today, sipping on a drink and observing the covered golem as she pondered the specifics of what might be underneath. A mining golem, perhaps? Something more industrial? She could hardly wait to find out.
Jendayi is already there off in her own little corner, delicately waxing her creator artefacts and giving someone a suspicious eye every so often. Seems like she's pulling a bit of security for the event, though in general, the huge sphinx seems to regard the golems and their controllers with very thinly-veiled distaste. Especially the one under the covers. She looks at it like she expects it to burst out and go on a rampage. "Had enough for a lifetime," she mumbles under her breath as her focus returns to polishing the surface of her divine shield.
Near the statue at the center, a small cluster of beings wearing what is clearly church regalia have gathered in a little circle. They converse between each other, some excitedly, others reservedly. They are a stark contrast to the rest of the room, the only ones already discussing what might happen tonight rather than idly wondering what all this is about.
Two Academy researchers linger near one of the tables, munching on aperitifs while looking at the statue with reservation. They conspire to each other in hushed whispers, looking concerned and hesitant.
Security dots the gathering, here and there, kindly guiding guests around the room while keeping a careful eye on any who might want to disrupt or cause a ruckus. As the last few guests file in, two of the Academy's own staff start to close the doors, and some may note they stay outside to keep watch rather than within the room itself.
Rokarion idly juts down notes in his journal for a couple of moment before noticing the beings clad in church regalia. Realizing from the snippets that it appears that the group of beings know what is going on, he heads towards them with a purposeful stride. On his way, the jasmine being quickly goes over his own priestly training in his head. Planning on relying on his own church education to be more personable in case the group was not interested in talking to 'outsiders'.
With a smile, polite if not warm, the young bud nods respectfully towards the circle of...priests? "Blessings of the Creators upon you, I am Rokarion Aeneanas. I was invited to this gathering, but I was not giving too much information about the central display. Is it possible to ask for some enlightenment on the subject? " The plant being says, adressing a couple of beings on the edge of the circle, his voice as usual polite, yet cold, and he is clearly not dowing much to hide his Cliffside regalia or accent!
There's a little flick of Flora's tail, a scratch behind her ear, and then, the feline makes her way to the center, trying to mingle with the various church-beings, and somewhat gravitating towards the badger among them, offering a smile. "Flora doesn't suppose Mister Alfred can tell Flora what has the Church so interested in golems?" the feline offers, before flicking her ears lightly. "Flora admits, Flora is suprised Miss High Priestess isn't here, with how many of the church are around."
Cassidy raises a brow and pushes a lock of hair back, sidling over towards the church group. She wasn't a priestess by any stretch, but it seemed like people were gathering there, so what was the difference between sipping in one spot or another? Standing closer to the inquisitive minds might let her overhear something interesting regarding the event.
Jendayi holds the divine shield up in the light, turning the little sphere over a few times to make sure she's properly tended to it, then pockets it in a pouch which hangs from her ropebelt. She's about to start working on her twirligig when she sees people approaching the priesthood. Including what looks like... a CLIFFSIDER. The fur stands up on the back of her neck. Anxiety compels her to stand and walk her way over there with a delicateness that contradicts her stature, and she smiles and nods at some of the other priests and priestesses. "Ha ha, yes, hello, welcome my little friends," she greets the other soulless hurriedly. She turns towards the priests and gives them a meaningful look. "Remember to tell me if you require anything, yes? Yes."
