Fellowship of Animus | First Council of Sages

[sageprincess]

Characters: THE FELLOWSHIP OF ANIMUS aka pretty much everyone
Setting: Floor 38, early afternoon - forward-dated to July 29
Format: Party style - pick your poison
Summary: After repeated delays, Zelda and Gandalf have finally called the populace of the Tower to discuss productive means of dealing with their situation.
Warnings: None yet, will edit should something come up

It's taken far too long to get to this point.

Come Sunday, the various couches and armchairs of the uppermost lounge have been arranged in vaguely semi-circle-like patterns, with chairs from other floors scattered amongst them to increase seating even more. The semi-circles face inwards towards a central point to facilitate discussion among a large group of people. Though this is by no means a party, small slices of Lembas bread are available on tables around the perimeter - though there is no shortage of food, the hungry tend to be less cooperative, all the same.

Outside, the sun shines brightly without a cloud to obstruct it, but the atmosphere inside is much less carefree. Considering the purpose of gathering here this day, it's to be expected. Should this council succeed, it may very well change life in the Tower as everyone knows it. If not, well... one should certainly hope individual efforts begin to bear more fruit than they have in the past.

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[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

[Bleck flipped silently into the meeting, the Dark Prognosticus flipping with him. He regarding the gathering with a curious eye, holding his scepter tightly. The Count could honestly care less about the "situation" that each person here considered so terrible. To him, the last surviving member of the Tribe of Darkness, this wasn't so terrible. He had wanted his world, the dimensions connected to it, to die. To be pulled into the Void and he had wanted to go with it.

But... He was curious. The Dark Prognosticus wasn't clear on details here that he wished that it was.]