|
Post by Callixta Trëguere on Jan 7, 2015 16:56:58 GMT -5
Callixta Trëguere was becoming restless. It wasn't surprising, really. High-performance, type A archetypes tended to get that way when they had a growing list to-do list and were caught up in any sort of bureaucratic process they perceived to be unnecessary or just drawn-out. Normally, Fifth District's Counselor would spare the time to be amused by Aeorex Khestralicht's indecision: either he was going to challenge the Magistrate's plans or he wasn't. He probably thought the rest of them complacent or else afraid to present objection themselves. He'd learn better, especially how to play the longer game. The man was still young, still in the limits of his first life. For the most part, she didn't hold it against him.
When Alpha addressed the CEO's concern smoothly, Callixta was only half-paying attention. Like Søren at her side, the woman was shifting her priorities and mentally sketching out the rest of her day, ending the list with the meeting in Virianus' chambers.
When it was all said and done the petite Councilor uncrossed her legs and rose in one liquid motion, deep sapphire and the long, braided rope of salt and pepper trailing behind her. Callixta paused before Alpha, dipping her chin and offering a quick, ”Magistrate,” in acknowledgment before moving toward the lift. Søren would likely be just on her heels, at that point─ conveniently so. It wouldn't be too much of a stretch to speculate that Callixta had timed it specifically so that she and Søren would take the lift out of the Council Chambers together. Amber eyes swept the room one more time, narrowing subtly at the snow-haired princess and the rusted Vagrant before moving on to the redheaded prodigy.
Sometimes it shocked her how much more clearly she could see things when she was whole, when she didn't have to sort through the perspectives of two sides focused on entirely different things. The tip of a gloved finger pushed against the bottom edge of the worked-silver collar. It was then the lift doors opened and Callixta held out an arm to keep them that way, at least until Søren could step inside. Unless Aeorex was looking to ride down with them and quick enough to fall in step directly behind Sixth District's Councilor, Søren and Callixta would be riding alone.
|
|
|
Post by Ishmaél Mirr on Jan 8, 2015 14:44:13 GMT -5
The Vagrant would undoubtedly be the first to stand with the intention of leaving his position, as eager a creature to dismiss the bureaucratic countenance of the Council’s necessary meetings as the she-mage who sat opposite him. There was nothing else that Ishamél felt the need to discuss, considering that the Magistrate had lain a clear path to repairing the damage done to the city’s infrastructure before them and all had seemingly assented. However, the Vagrant was stopped from immediately departing by the attention of Floraelia, and while Ishmaél was hardly one for unnecessary conversation, with the Magistrate’s daughter he often seemed to make an exception.
Turning to regard her, the creature nodded in consideration to her words. He hadn’t thought anything of her proposal – after all, it was well known that the schedule of the city’s chief diplomat kept her away for long stretches of time, which undoubtedly disconnected her from some of the finer points of the city’s individual struggles. Hers was a different case and cause to follow than the rest, and therefore her ignorance of particular matters never acted as a mark against her in Ishmaél’s eyes. He spoke briefly, but as kindly as he was able in response to the woman’s apology.
”Fear not, Floraelia, none hear bear you grudge for your suggestions. While I did not overstate the problem, I am confident the Council’s priority, beneath the Magistrate’s direction, will soon remedy the situation. I have little time, yet if you can ensure the details of your proposal reach my office posthaste, I will assure you that I will give them the attention they are due, and speak again with you personally as to their resolution.”
Ishmaél knew there was much to be done, and briefly entertained the idea of taking Floraelia up on her offer of assistance. Her office, that of the Vascxious State Department, had little on its plate in these days, especially with diplomatic outreach at a standstill given the turmoil and aggression born of the nearby imperial powers and a steady trade agreement with the cities of Azaleth. Therefore, the Vagrant knew that Floraelia’s offer was entirely genuine. Waiting for the others to board the lift and remove themselves from the chamber, perhaps save Aeorex, dependent on the speed of the man’s exit, Ishmaél gestured for the Mithrian woman to walk at his side as he moved to the lift. Once they stepped on, whether Aeorex had chosen to join them or not, the Vagrant would speak to Floraelia again as the doors slid closed around them.
”I appreciate your offer of assistance: there is something I could use your particular touch with, regarding the very matter of which the Council just spoke. I would appreciate a chance to meet with you later, perhaps at one of our offices?”
What Ishmaél needed help with coincidentally involved the Ouroboros CEO as well, but the Vagrant directed no attention toward the man to indicate his involvement in the unsaid request. As the lift would fall, Ishmaél’s dark eyes would remain locked on Floraelia’s, challenging her attention to remain on him.
”It is not so urgent that it cannot wait for the morning, of course, but I have time this evening as well, assuming no cataclysm befalls my district in the next few moments. Perhaps there is even time to go over your proposal directly.”
|
|
Aeorex Khestralicht
Initiated
Posts: 19
Title: Council-Elect for Third District, CEO of Ouroboros
|
Post by Aeorex Khestralicht on Jan 18, 2015 17:40:48 GMT -5
His attention remained upon the Magistrate until his request had been acknowledged and, even as it was addressed, he nodded. He had doubted that, with Virianus's urgency in progressing things forward, he would divulge any great deal of information for the sake of moving the proceedings along, but he wasn't altogether disappointed near complete lack of information given. To his best guess, whether or not the individual had or would consent, he still had his own measure of signing off to do. The slight grin the CEO wore spoke to some amusement in the Magistrate's designs hinging on elements of a plan that had not yet come together, but one could argue that was why Virianus sat in the position he did and commanded so much power. Shrugging off the refusal for more immediate information with the promise of more to come later through the appropriate channels, he dropped the matter, for now.
Regarding the closing statement with some humor at Virianus's tone, as if he had been keeping them from duties that he drew them here to insist they perform, he made to stand, though not so quickly as several of the other Council members. He toyed with the notion of approaching the Magistrate, but admitted to himself that his own schedule was fairly full to be overly concerned with this new candidate, as interesting as it would have been to offer a second opinion. Looking then to Soren, he paused slightly at both the -convincing- nature of her expression, and particular choice of words. His grin was purposefully slow to form, mocking as if he had been thrown off by her sardonically affectionate tone, before he replied.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world." He wouldn't, really. The time that they spent together tomorrow morning, as immediately interesting as it might have been pertaining to the raid itself, determined a great deal on how things would move forward in their joint task issued by Virianus. Soren had played the part of the Council's most uncooperative and problematic member, at least in Aeorex's eyes, and the chance to form a more efficient relationship with the Spec Ops commander was an appealing one. Whether or not he believed it was possible was another matter entirely. Watching her as she joined the twin--the one, rather--Fifth District Council member in the room's elevator, he lingered. Potential new relationships or not, he wasn't all too thrilled at the prospect of being in the tight space with both of the women; one was a daunting enough challenge to win over.
Instead, he let that hidden gaze drift instead to Floraelia, and Ishmael in turn. Already addressing business, his only interruption would be the private, soft curve of pierced lips if the lovely Second District's elect looked her way. Hoping to interrupt in no other way, he instead only followed the pair to the lift, standing quietly behind either as they discussed the business of Floraelia's assistance, pondering lightly what request Ishmael could have of her. Not that it wasn't entirely odd for the man to call a meeting, no, but he couldn't recall ever having been requested in such a way, himself. That the meeting might have happened this evening triggered some disappointment in that he couldn't call on her himself, but he was again forced to consider how packed his schedule already was. Folding his hands lightly in front of him, he rode in silence until addressed. He wouldn't have to wait long.
|
|
|
Post by Virianus Devinian on Jan 19, 2015 12:18:51 GMT -5
Devinian Virianus watched carefully as each of the Counselors took their leave, not moving from his spot at the head of the room until the entirety of the Council had departed from the chambers via the lift, off to take care of their various responsibilities, both personal and professional. The Magistrate had his own responsibilities to enact, and therefore when the Council chamber fell into total silence Alpha chose to begin addressing them, walking from near his seat to the lift, echoing the path each of the other Councilors had taken.
As the doors before him slid closed and the lift began its descent toward the meeting chambers at the apex of the Justice Department, Virianus briefly considered his task. He had already been notified of Dorya’s successful return with Keretheriel, and now his mission became convincing the wayward Guardian the value of taking a place among his chosen Council delegates, no simple task with a creature such as the Siren he had helped create. However, Virianus rarely worried when it came to such matters – he ensured that he always had access to the appropriate tools required for completing any job he assigned himself, and this one was no different. With any luck, he would be able to distribute a semi-fictionalized account of Keretheriel to the remained of the Council within the hour, giving him ample time to address his other concerns, including what to do with Callixta.
Each of his Counselors required a different tact in order for Virianus to deal with them most effectively, and Callixta was one of the most troublesome due to her particular circumstances. It was much easier to separate her mind and simply set her on a path, but Alpha could not always justify the simplicity of this approach when it was weighed against the effectiveness of his Counselor while she was whole and free-thinking. Callixta represented perhaps the most singularly powerful of his current Council members, and therefore one of the most effective at her jb, and yet by the same token she was also the most dangerous to deal with. He would have to tread carefully when addressing her later – Callixta’s loathing of the Magistrate was well-concealed in most cases, but it seeped out of the woman’s pale skin like a disease at times. It was up to Alpha to turn that situation around and change their dynamic as much as it could be changed – he would much rather have access to the full bevy of her talents than compromise her effectiveness in exchange for making her more easily controlled.
Alpha smiled beneath his mask. Things were beginning to become entertaining in the Council chambers again, and his next moves would surely add to the unpredictability, and therefore his sense of enjoyment when dealing with matters of state. As the lift slid smoothly to a stop and the doors opened, the masked Magistrate did not abandon his unseen smile. It had been a long time since he had encountered Keretheriel and he was greatly looking forward to finding out if she would live up to his earlier expectations.
|
|
|
Post by Floraelia Devinian on Jan 21, 2015 16:07:32 GMT -5
Floraelia smiled, as only she could, letting every bit of warmth shine in gemstone green eyes as she let Ishmaél see her relief at his words. She'd be making a concerted effort to catch up on all things happening in each respective District that she'd missed because of her diplomatic duties. Truthfully, that was a large part of her role in the Trade City: she didn't need to know the ins and out of every District, but certainly enough that she could negotiate the broader points of any Trade Agreement with the authority she did.
Between the offer directed to Ishmaél and his response Floraelia certainly managed to catch the exclusive expression Aeorex supplied and her own features brightened for it, her lower lip subtly distorting as she bit into it gently. The man made her skin feel hot, and if she continued staring there was no doubt color would begin to stain her cheeks. Verdant gaze dropped away rapidly before returning almost equally quick, her expression moderately apologetic before she refocused on Ishmaél and moved to walk beside him at his gesture. Turning, after entering the lift, Floraelia couldn't help but look over the CEO as he stepped in behind them─ slender hands moving to adjust the heavy trim of jet fur to pile softly at her back.
”Of course, Ishmaél. Anything.” She paused, considering her night before she continued, ”I don't have any meetings I must attend until later tomorrow, so I was planning to stay at my office in the Tower for the night. My plans are probably much more flexible, so I'm willing to work around whatever you have.”
The lift began its descent and Ishmaél's gaze became penetrating; the Mithrian's form turned toward him automatically, responding unconsciously to his need for her full attention.
”I'd like that. Would it be better if I came to your office, then?”
Fully aware that she'd just laid out her plans for the evening within earshot of Aeorex she couldn't help but wonder what sort of things were going to take up his night. Considering the man was remarkably busy Floraelia also wondered at the prudence of contacting Ms Dirieté to have her work in a meeting with him. There were things she needed to let him know that happened to be related to business, after all. . .
|
|
|
Post by Ishmaél Mirr on Jan 22, 2015 9:22:34 GMT -5
The First District Counselor looked contemplative as Floraelia outlined her plans, or lack thereof, for the evening, and Ishmaél quickly realized that his best opportunity to speak with the female Counselor would be much sooner, rather than later. When the Vagrant reached his office in First Distrcit, he knew he would be inundated with responsibilities, and therefore the best course of action was to move to deal with their discussion immediately, if at all possible.
The Vagrant nodded thoughtfully to Floraelia, his hard features and impassioned eyes apparently unconcerned by Aeorex’s presence in the lift.
”My office is much farther from here than yours, and within it lay traps of needed work that I am afraid will distract me for the evening, once I step within its boundaries. Rather than force you to journey all the way to First District, since you seem to have some available time, why not speak in your office right away? As such, both of us could more quickly return to our duties, and it would not inconvenience you with the need to travel. Is such acceptable?”
Ishmaél was confident Floraelia would agree to his proposal: not only was the woman impeccably reasonable, but she likewise acted in a very accommodating fashion at all times, and therefore she would see the logic of his proposition as valuable. It was only them that the Vagrant chose to direct his attention to Aeorex, the large man turning in the lift to catch the CEO’s gaze with his own.
”In some time near, Aeorex, I believe you and I would also benefit from speaking. If you agree, I would ask that your assistant transmit some available times you may have free to my office. I will come visit your office in one of them, should my schedule allow.”
Ishmaél nodded to the CEO and turned away, having no more to say on the matter, but internally, the entity was calculating. Navigating this human world of rules and decorum was always strange to the Vagrant, yet Ishmaél felt as though he had adapted to the flow of interactions quite well, given his background. The time was coming where he might no longer be needed in that world, and therefore he had made the decision to make what positive impact he could while he was still able to influence physical events. Both Aeorex and Floraelia, then, stood to benefit from his involvement . . . if they chose to heed his warnings, that is.
|
|
|
Post by Søren Kiirkegré on Jan 22, 2015 11:59:34 GMT -5
Søren only hesitated for a split second as Callixta held the lift door for her, stopping for long enough to glance toward Aeorex and catch his lingering motions as he watched the two women move to get on the lift together. The Sixth District Counselor shot the CEO a teasing grin before she stepped inside, turning her body to face the doors as they slid closed, their meeting being the obstruction that would finally remove her knowing grin from view. The Guardian found his hesitation highly amusing, and her look would make sure that he was well aware of that fact. Some men couldn’t handle strong women as well as they would claim to their friends – Søren and Callixta tended to make that fact readily evident in a lot of cases.
Once the doors slid closed, Søren turned to look sidelong at the Fifth District Counselor, her grin dropping to an expression more akin to an amused smirk, though one darkly tinted with annoyance.
”What a fucking production that was.”
Alpha had played his cards perfectly and managed to stack the deck in his favor: obviously he had plans for this nominee he was more than assured to get on the Council within five days time.
As the lift descended, Søren’s business communikay vibrated in an unseen pocket near her belt, and while Callixta decided to respond the Counselor pulled the tiny device out and flipped it open. She was sure she would be bombarded by messages – the Council Chambers held a communications blackout, and therefore every time she left after being there or any length of time, all her missed messages piled in at once. Carefully, the Guardian began the task of sorting through them, noticing that there were at least twenty that required some kind of attention.
|
|
|
Post by Callixta Trëguere on Jan 22, 2015 14:54:12 GMT -5
Callixta took the opportunity to fix her own knowing amber hued stare in the direction of the lingering CEO and company just as the lift doors settled to a close; the controls were directed to take them to the Atrium. Her own expression didn't change much once they were completely out of view and the slightly-taller Counselor leaned away, letting the center of her back be supported by the gleaming interior as both arms crossed in front of her body.
”Wasn't it? I almost wonder why he called all of us just for that, but then I remembered Alpha's need to direct. Do you think he just read Ishmaél well, or was that completely staged? Cute that he left his twit of a 'daughter' out of the loop to ensure 'objectivity.'” The mage rolled her eyes, displaying exactly how far she bought into the whole show.
The buzz of Søren's communikay just barely preceded her own, and a gloved hand procured the convenient little device, the thick of her thumb flicking it open to scroll through her own alerts.
”You have anyone in mind for a nomination?” The question was spoken absently, suggesting divided attention.
Her thumb paused over one message in particular.
”Did you get something about a group of four vanishing in green light at a transport station in Eighth District?” Callixta asked as she opened that feed, scrolling through the text-based updates since the original message only a couple of minutes before.
|
|
|
Post by Søren Kiirkegré on Jan 22, 2015 15:26:59 GMT -5
Søren snickered as she scrolled through her messages. The first two had been regarding a few in-progress operations she was being kept in the loop on, with the third being a communication from Jem, one of her commanders who was running the important sting operation below the city early in the morning. The message was brief, and more or less informed the Counselor that things were on-schedule and there was nothing to be concerned about. Good – the Guardian needed that operation in particular to go smoothly, given the nature of the problem it was tackling. Søren liked a little chaos, but having supernatural-enhancement drugs slipping out into the city at large wasn’t exactly her idea of a good party.
The fourth message was a timestamp from one of her operatives as to when Dorya was seen leaving the Tower - oddly from the roof, which must have been the reason that Søren had been notified: the Guardian had any strange movement around the Tower watched and notated. Looking at the brief message and the specifics of the timestamp, Søren couldn't help but notice that Dorya's departure neatly coincided with a strange energy spike she had felt from somewhere in the direction of Second District: undoubtedly, whatever mission the Operative had been sent by Alpha o complete, the sudden energy rise had done the work of pointing Dorya towards her target, since she took off straight towards Second when she left the Tower.
Søren stopped scrolling and caught Callixta’s eye, her smirk infectious.
”Ishmaél is a terrible actor; I doubt he was in on it, that’s not Alpha’s style. I don’t think anyone was prepped beforehand – he’s jus that good at manipulating the audience. It’s like watching a painter create a masterpiece painted entirely with bullshit.”
Alpha really was skilled at what he does – Søren’s sarcasm aside, the woman respected the Magistrate enough to be wary of him, especially now that he had implied that she herself was being centered in his crosshairs.
”I may have someone in mind, but I have to tread very carefully. I’m pretty sure Essarhaddon wasn’t the Alpha intended to shuffle off the Council.”
The Guardian would meet the mage’s eye momentarily so that she was sure the meaning of her words were clear. She would talk about her plans soon, but she needed to do a bit more digging first to make sure she wasn’t about to make a grave error.
Turning back to her communikay, as she scrolled downward she caught sight of the message Callixta was mentioning. However, it was the one below it that caught her attention more significantly, and Søren bit her lower lip thoughtfully as she read it.
”I did. There are also reports, within the last minute, that there are large explosions going off in the mountains west of the city. The timing is a little too close for the two occurrences not to be related.”
The Sixth District Counselor look across the lift at Callixta as it began to slow, her expression no longer mirthful.
”What do you think?”
|
|
|
Post by Callixta Trëguere on Jan 22, 2015 19:17:40 GMT -5
Callixta actually paused at Søren's assertion before breaking down into an actual giggle and shaking her head. They'd had similar conversations before, but Søren somehow just got more creative over time with her analogies for Alpha.
She looked up from the screen of her communikay at the other woman's response, her expression a little more serious.
”Good. I've got someone in mind as well, though I don't think I'll have to be as careful. Alpha might be looking for a shake up in general. Faerun's exile may have nothing to do with that though, considering how compromising her proximity to Celesin's Emperor became. Official story or not, her behavior had become somewhat erratic. . .”
Callixta met her blood-colored stare steadily, not necessarily meaning to reassure her, but certainly gently reminding her to keep perspective. The petite Counselor continued to watch her for a moment more, at least until she mentioned explosions. Strong brows drew together as she glanced down at her communikay, switching back to the main feed.
”Hm. Agreed. And if they're related it means whoever they are. . .”
She didn't get to finish her thought before they both received a new update at the same time. Callixta clicked on it immediately and started reading through it, her lips forming the words before reading breathlessly, quickly, and out loud, ”agreed-upon descriptions of the individuals are of two women, one tall and of lighter build and wearing dark clothing that obscured facial features, but apparently very striking silver eyes, the other shorter and densely-muscled. . ?” Callixta paused, eyes narrowing before she read on. ”With dark hair and dark skin. Two men of heavier build, one tall with light skin and white hair and the other shorter with dark skin and dark hair accompanied them. . . Silver eyes? White hair? What are the odds?”
Callixta fixed Søren with a penetrating stare. They didn't have that many floors to go. . .
|
|
|
Post by Søren Kiirkegré on Jan 23, 2015 12:32:33 GMT -5
Søren eyed her female companion somewhat skeptically. What she said was accurate – there was a very clear reason why Esarhaddon had been ejected from the Council, having specifically to do with the question of her actual loyalties. However, the Guardian also noticed patterns when it came to Alpha, and therefore she wasn’t ready to say the occurrence couldn’t effect her also just yet.
”Right, but once Alpha starts something, he tends to keep going until he’s done. If he does want more of us gone, then he’ll do it soon.”
Søren didn’t mind being the paranoid one between the two of them – she had more at stake in the current moment than Callixta, so she was naturally prone to being a bit more cautious. There were too many unknowns floating around for the Guardian to be able to feel remotely comfortable – she didn’t expect Callixta to fully understand her level of apprehension.
Looking back to her communikay, the Counselor pulled up the same new update that Callixta was reading aloud. The description certainly matched known associates of the Mage, a fact that both she and Callixta immediately understood and latched on to. The fact that they disappeared from Eighth and that there were huge explosions in the mountains within a minute of that occurrence made it pretty clear that the two were related. There was opportunity here, for certain, and Søren met Callixta’s eye, furrowing her brow slightly in seriousness despite her mocking smirk.
”It’s not a coincidence.”
The female mage opposite her would know exactly what Søren meant – it was a detour from their unspoken plans for the evening, but given how fresh the information was, it would be a mistake not to investigate. And, taking the time to amass their forces for an official inquiry might leave them with nothing to find – they had to act quickly. That meant using a personal touch.
”Field trip?”
|
|
|
Post by Callixta Trëguere on Jan 25, 2015 21:09:25 GMT -5
Søren was right, of course, and Callixta wasn't about to dismiss any of the other woman's gut feelings on Alpha's motives. To be fair, she'd been out of the City for long enough that she might have been unaware of corroborating evidence to the validity of Søren's assertion. Whatever the case, they'd discuss it in a far more secure location: in the only lift that led to the Council Chambers directly after a meeting with the others definitely wasn't the right place for a strategy meeting. The mage let those particular thoughts be shifted quietly to the background as Søren's response and accompanying smirk took center stage.
”Think it could be a trap? That's remarkably bold for them. It could be a diversionary tactic. We should issue standing orders to tighten security on the Tower and Grid Operations before we go. We don't know where he is, and none of the descriptions match him.”
Amber eyes narrowed and jaw tightened noticeably, looking to Søren to confirm her own modifications for her Spec Ops forces, before looking down at her communikay and changing screens rapidly. The tips of her fingers danced across the miniature keypad in a flurry of motion, sending her Peacekeepers orders to concentrate their focus where the Mage might turn up. Finally, the lift's soft notification sounded and the doors opened to allow them to exit, Callixta striding purposefully toward the Atrium's main entrance.
”Will you do the honors or shall I?”
There was a subtly teasing tone in her normally curt voice─ Søren usually preferred to take charge and Callixta couldn't say she minded one bit. . . She walked and talked quickly, a gloved hand securing the communikay back into its pocket in her clothing.
|
|
|
Post by Søren Kiirkegré on Jan 25, 2015 21:41:15 GMT -5
Søren thought carefully for a moment at Callixta’s prompting: could it be a trap? The mage was right in that it was a pretty bold move to let themselves be seen in the city and then cause a giant ruckus outside of it: they would have had to realize that someone would be able to rapidly put two and two together. However, all of the descriptions didn’t add up: there were too damn many individuals notated in the initial sighting of who ‘disappeared’ from Eight District to necessarily be accounted for by only know associates of the Mage. That meant . . .
”Not necessarily. They could be after someone and ran into trouble with them, thus the explosions. But wait:”
The Guardian held up a finger as the lift doors opened, pausing the conversation for long enough for her to put together the connection she just made. It had to do with the sudden energy spike that had earlier sent Dorya off on her special assignment for Alpha – one of her men had seen the Operative leave from the roof, and Søren herself couldn’t help but make note of the oddity.
As she fell into step at Callixta’s side, the two women weaving through the crowded floor of the Atrium toward the front exit, Søren continued her thought in a low voice.
”Alpha’s little pet scampered out of here earlier because of an energy spike coming from somewhere near Second District. If they were after whoever was responsible for it, that could have drawn them out and made them risk it. That explains the extra individuals, too.”
The theory made sense, and the Guardian couldn’t help but grin as she laid a hand on Callixta’s shoulder. As the two women came into physical contact, Søren drew on some of her internal energy and began the quick process of creating a demi-fade transport network, her mind connecting three points of relay that would lead inevitably to the location of all the explosions in the mountains.
”Don’t worry, Love; I’ve got this one.”
The Guardian stowed her Communikay in her pocket with her free hand, not bothering to send out any messages: her division monitored Peacekeeper communication traffic, and therefore Callixta’s instructions to her own people would be more than enough to put Søren’s men on alert.
The two women continued to walk through the crowds, as they neared a particularly dense gaggle of people, both Søren and Callixta would suddenly fade out of sight, their bodies moving from fully-corporeal, to see-through, and then to entirely vanished in the space of a few seconds with absolutely no fanfare. Søren’s method of transport was simple – create an energetic relay between two fairly-close points of space that were pre-established as waypoints, and then magically step through dimensional boundaries while using the waypoints as ‘stepping stones’. Only the last point was new, and that jump would require the most energy – the rest of the trip would be done seamlessly on a path that Søren considered already well-travelled. To Callixta, it would feel like taking a series of big, reaching steps before a final, weightless jump that would then deposit them at their destination.
Søren didn’t bother disguising her magical presence as she transported the pair deep into the mountains. Actually, the former Guardian amped-up the amount of energy she was emitting by preparing herself to use magic as rapidly and forcefully as necessary – after all, neither woman knew exactly what to expect when they arrived. And besides . . . Søren had a tendency to misjudge the last connection of her attempts at fast-travel, which usually meant that she and her passengers arrived in a space high up in the air. Since she had done so enough times to know it was a problem, the woman made extra sure that she would be ready to catch them both if they ended up suspended in the sky rather than standing flat on the ground – nothing ruined the sudden, terrifying shock of two die-hard female mages suddenly appearing like being able to watch them both fall on their faces.
|
|
Aeorex Khestralicht
Initiated
Posts: 19
Title: Council-Elect for Third District, CEO of Ouroboros
|
Post by Aeorex Khestralicht on Feb 15, 2015 6:44:38 GMT -5
Ouroboros's CEO wouldn't necessarily have used 'strong' as the predominant qualifier of Soren and Callixta, at least in regards as to why sharing an elevator with the pair wasn't his exact cup of tea, especially considering his option to instead descend the Tower's height instead in the company of Floraelia and Ishmael. Much less a matter of bragging to his friends, he wasn't going to jump so wholeheartedly into the mocking game of flirting gestures that he'd forget his and Soren's almost entirely conflicted working relationship, and Callixta apparently functioning in a unified body had done little to make her more...approachable. He'd see the Sixth District's representative soon enough, and it was best to leave it at that.
Set now upon following Ishmael and Floraelia to their own lift, he remained at enough distance not to be terribly intrusive to their conversation, which seemed to be evolving into arrangements to meet sometime this very evening. If Aeorex was distracted, it was because the lovely Ms. Floraelia, try as she might, was sparing him all too much attention not to send a small jolt of electricity to his predatory urges. Pierced lips curled slowly into a grin, quieted with a slight intimacy as she went back and forth on the decision to spare him any attention, obviously trying her best to pay Ishmael his due attention. Though he moved to reach within his coat pocket to fetch his slim communikay, he was no less aware of Floraelia's poor attempts at disguising the reactions of his presence, and made careful to note the open-endedness of her statement regarding the evening's schedule. His hidden gaze lowering to the device in hand, there was no less something of a confident air that radiated from his grin.
Still, not one to steal the woman's attention that Ishmael sought for official business, a thumb swipe across the surface of his communikay more solidly announced the focusing of his attention, to at least allow them the illusion of privacy as they continued their discussion. Meanwhile, Aeorex scrolled through notifications regarding in equal shares the business of his duties as Council member and CEO of Ouroboros. He paused, and visibly at that, in regards to a certain security matter, a feed to which he was tapped into considering his many security interests across the city. First the disappearance of a group of individuals and, as he considered the rare frequency of such events, reports of explosions outside the city. The mirth of his grin lost from his features, his expression shifted to be somewhat featureless as he brought his other hand to the device as his thumbs moved in a quiet flurry. While the correlation of the two events was debatable, it would be better than not for him to at least raise the cautionary level of security throughout his many facilities within the City. He would, then, trust the appropriate powers to deal with it as they saw fit, nonetheless sending notification for the Serpent Corps to remain on standby with two teams.
It was upon the latest notification concerning the matter that he visibly paused once more, brows subconsciously furrowing the faintest amount as the illusion of privacy worked its effect on his quickly ensnared attention. 'Striking silver eyes.' Just as he allowed his attention to hover over the words, Ishmael made it a point to address him, his head lifting with a suddenness that was a tad to sharp to be anything but forcefully ejected from an otherwise occupied focus. Considering the swiftness of the movement following his being caught off guard, he might have needed a moment to recover from the whiplash, but just as the other two might have considered the thought, his charismatic grin was already played out across his features, his communikay being tucked neatly into his coat pocket as his lips moved to respond.
"I do, to be sure." He allowed a pause to transition topics, meanwhile straightening out his cuffs before he allowed arms to cross lightly at his back in a rather relaxed parade rest. "That sounds more than agreeable, though I'll certainly try to aim for sooner rather than later, considering both of our schedules at the...new matter at hand." He smiled, though couldn't stop himself from glancing in Floraelia's direction, tipping his head as if suggesting something similar. Of course, considering the small motion itself, it was entirely more suggestive of something more...personal.
|
|
|
Post by Floraelia Devinian on Mar 6, 2015 10:30:54 GMT -5
Floraelia Devinian smiled and inclined her chin, acquiescing to Ishmaél's request and moving to quickly change their default destination─ the Atrium─ to the 105th floor of the City Seat, where her office and private suite were located. The Mithrian couldn't quite keep her gaze from sweeping sidelong over Aeorex before returning to First's District's Councilman.
”I do understand, Ishmaél. It's interesting how much more productive one can be when in space that is not so familiar.”
The smile deepened enough to reach her eyes, especially when he addressed the silent CEO and included him in the conversation. Her chin tilted just the slightest at his gesture and, again, she found herself unable to maintain eye contact. The Mithrian allowed her stare to drop away a second time and just as the lift sounded their arrival at her floor.
Floraelia straightened, adjusting the wealth of furred trim that should have compromised the grace in her movements but somehow never succeeded, and offered Aeorex an abbreviated curtsy─ sinking only low enough that her bodice did not strain against her curves.
”Perhaps I will see you sooner rather than later as well? I have not yet briefed you on my diplomatic relations visit to the empire of Marru'Khyr. . . I can contact your office or, if you find any time tonight. . . I don't expect to be getting much sleep.
The doors opened then, and she stepped out, turning to wait for Ishmaél before they moved on to the door to her office.
|
|