Welcome to Gaia! ::

Axinite's door was usually open; the fact that it wasn't today either meant he was very busy or absent--however, the overwhelming energy signature from behind the door indicated he was very much present. He did not call to open the door. Rather, a few seconds passed, and he opened it himself.

He wore a welcoming smile, but there was a tired expression on his face. Papers were, albeit neatly stacked, scattered all around, as if he were cleaning or involved in a very large project.

"Haumea," he greeted. He did not speak with every agent regularly, but he made a habit to know their files well enough that he could function as if he did. "What a pleasant surprise. A sight for sore eyes." He reached to rub at them and took a step back, gesturing for the male to join him in his office.

Axinite had the unique ability to be both overwhelming and otherworldly with his power while simultaneously seeming so human. "Let me get you a drink. Tea?" he suggested, closing the door behind the corrupted senshi when he'd entered. He moved to his desk promptly and moved papers aside to make more room. "Can I interest you in something to snack on?" He gestured to the platter of cookies atop the small refrigerator he kept a selection of beverages in.

He must have been aware that Haumea did not come here for tea time and cookies, so he smiled politely while he waited for an answer. Half turned to Haumea and half read to fetch whatever drink, whatever snack, the man could desire, he added, "You must tell me to what I owe the pleasure of your company."

Axinite eyed the old journal with immediate interest; regardless of how fatigued he might have appeared, the curious thing seemed to inspire a second wind in him.

"Oh?" he prompted, with barely tempered awe. He reached his fingers to glide over the surface of the journal with reverence, and he could not avoid the temptation to pick it up and flip through it.

"That is most interesting." His eyes were scanning the pages; he listed to Haumea with only partial attention, captivated by the text. He didn't miss anything, and his eyes darted from the pages to the man's face. "That is a bold request."

He let the words linger for a second, but they were not spoken with malice; rather, pride. "Granted. But I'd like some time with this journal. You will allow me to investigate it as well? I'd like copies for my records. But I would be a fool to deny your request. I admire your passion. You will have what you need."