POV: Nicole
I get the notification from Master Doll as he goes into his curated version of the events of the past few months. The ssage is clear: It is ti. I stand up slowly, pulling the stasis case with the original receipt docunt out from under my robes, holding my Omnissian Axe in my hand, and my hood pulled low over my face as I make my way to the stairs and start to descend slowly while everyone else is focused intently on Archmagos Korr and Master Doll.
When he presents , I step onto the stage, and the machine spirit of the stage takes notice of , probing curiously. There is a brief mont of absolute silence, and confusion radiates from the crowd before I feel an absolute deluge of queries through the Noosphere as people try to look at my suppressed profile and bombard the Council with queries.
“I greet you, esteed Magi of Cypra Mundi. My na is Nicole Cavalerio.” I say with a smile. I smoothly bow, make the sign of the cog, and use my chadendrites to curtsy at the sa ti.
Master Doll clasps his arms behind his back and proudly strides to stand at my side. He chuckles wryly in amusent, “Nicole, you may drop your suppression, in full,” he tells gently.
My smile widens, and as I release the suppression, I reach up and pull back my hood. “My apologies. Allow to expound. I am Nicole Cavalerio. Matriarch of House Cavalerio, Princeps Senioris of Legio Tempestus, Multi-disciplinary Magos.”
The only one who doesn’t visibly react amongst the Magi of the High Council is the Fabricator General. His attention has considerable taphysical weight through the Noosphere when focused on an individual. Looking back at his Noospheric presence, his avatar is a massive swirling web of data, at the core of which is a colossal chanical arachnid; his defenses dwarf those of anyone I’ve t up to this point. The Fabricator Locum is closer to Master Doll, though his presence in the Noosphere feels more fluid, like refined oil, whereas Master Doll’s is a dense, rigid tallic structure.
With access to my profile, the rest of the Forum is silent for several seconds before soone in the Middle Council behind exclaims, “What is the aning of all these ranks!?”
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POV: Fabricator General of Cypra Mundi, Aptimos Mundi Phi
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