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 Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 11:15 am
Alistaire stepped silently into the room, expression one of mingled distaste and dismissal as he took a seat directly beside Oliver.
He said nothing at all, merely crossed one leg idly over the other and waited for the meeting to start.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 12:34 pm
Zachariah was not fond of meetings, insofar as he could be fond of things, mostly because they involved being around other people that he had to at least pretend to be interested in. Social niceties were not his strength.
Never let it be said, though, that Zachariah disobeyed directives. The meeting was a requirement, and at least it was only annual. He did not have any projects, being a trainee, nor any real will to stand up and present, so all he would really need to do was sit, eat some breakfast, and listen.
That was something he could do.
Zachariah walked into the room, took a bagel from the breakfast bar, and sat himself at an empty seat surrounded by empty seats as far away from the leadership as possible.
And he waited.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 12:52 pm
Lawrence was irritable - as far as his limited excuse for irritation went at least - and was not particularly amenable to discussing his family in such a public and crowded place.
"None that I know of pardner." he said in a casual sort of way, if there were others they were not part of his previous active relationships. There might well have been other children, there were definitely others out in the world at large, but he had no idea if they had any sort of hunter potential.
"At present I am aware only of these two shining examples."
Mikael was very obviously Lawr's son, looking a great deal like his father but with a softness to his features the elder did not possess and a roundness about the eyes and cheeks that angular cheekbones did not reflect. He spoke with an accent, but one nothing like the hokey American one Lawr used all the time, instead it straddled English and Swedish.
"Erm, hi." he said uncertainly, not sure what to make of the other life hunter. "Nice to meet you too."
Chantelle beamed at Melvin, seeming only minorly offput by Lawr's cold stare.
"So totally like, glad to hear it. How's Horace?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 3:11 pm
Felicia was smart enough to not try and pull family rank during a meeting, so she sat a ways off, just tossing him a wave as greeting. She was disorganized as ever; most of her notes were written on sheets of slightly-crumpled notepad sheets, in three colours of gel pens, half-cocked ideas dreamed up in the middle of the night. She had so many ideas for wearables-- both external and internal ones-- and apps and other things, but Felicia knew she just wasn't smart enough yet. She didn't get runic code as deeply as she needed to make her own tech; for a while, she'd just need to piggyback off other people. Standing on the shoulder of giants and all that. Honestly, it was sort of like being stuck in a game of spintires. Felicia pressed her to the table and muttered a long, low: "Weeh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 4:23 pm
Ami gave Felicia's disorganized notepad sheets (and coincidentally, the girl holding them) a look.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 4:44 pm
Jack took a seat definitely somewhere, definitely drinking coffee, definitely seeming to watch everyone at the table. Folders sat before him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 4:58 pm
Sherry quietly and quickly found herself a seat. She had brought her notebook with her, for taking notes and for possibly sharing her own. She opened the little notebook to the next blank page, wrote the date at the top, and then as something to do, she started to doodle little stars in the upper corner of the page.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 5:26 pm
Melvin smiled back, taking in the smaller kin of Jan. He seemed to share the same sweet nature of his father, but was more shy and seemed just as nervous.
"Oh...he's okay last I checked. He helped me move into my new apartment." He said. "How are you doing?" At least in the meeting, he wasn't stuck on a boat with Chantelle and now he felt she deserved a bit more attention with being Jan's family.
"Are you an artist Mikael?" He had noticed the boy coloring as if he was much younger than he was, but now he felt he should be a bit less critical of Jan's son. "Uh....how old are you actually?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 6:15 pm
Kiki's lips snarled in disgust at the man who dared to sit next to her. "You smell awful." She huffed, her nose scrunching. "And you look absolutely atrocious. Have you no sense of decency? This is a business meeting!" He huffed haughtily and turned her nose away. Maybe some tea would lighten her mood after such an eye sore dared sit next to her.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 6:18 pm
Sasha strolled into the room and took a seat; she did not spend much time peering around until after she crossed her legs and smoothed her skirt down over her thighs. Even then her entire demeanor was more than slightly dismissive --
-- until she spared a glance in Lawr's direction - and caught sight of Chantelle while doing so.
The raven-haired huntress immediately burst into soft, tutting laughter.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 6:23 pm
Lawrence had no option but to tolerate the conversation with Mikael when really, he would rather not. Any conversation with the boy simply drove home what an absolute mess his mother had made of raising him and how thoroughly her genes had ruined him. The boy was a mess and if there was balance in the universe would end up in the same place as his sister. Chantelle he did not want Melvin speaking to at all because at present she was showing a positively dangerous and callous attitude towards his plans. The problem was that despite wishing that Melvin would refrain from asking questions, any obvious trying to deter him would likely be futile, he was a very naturally nosey individual. To avoid raising suspicion he simply had to wait and hope that nothing too major resulted from the interaction.
Chantelle smiled sweetly, but still put herself firmly between Lawr's line of sight of Mikael as much as was possible for a girl of her slight and short stature. "I've been doing like, totally great! I've been working in the infirmary and it's been really good for me. I'm having a lot of fun and been reading a lot of new books, thanks for asking!"
Mikael, who'd been sitting holding a pencil but too afraid to put it to the paper looked at it as if it was some sort of incriminating evidence and put it down on the table. "I.. I like to draw pictures and colour." he said. "I am seventeen!" Chantelle shook her head and he corrected himself. "Erm. Eighteen. I think. Now."
Sasha got a grim look from the thin, blonde man.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 7:46 pm
Ever couldn't help but grin back at her: sudden and bright and shameless, as if her insults made his day better, instead of worse. He rolled a hand is if to say 'what can you do?' and propped one battered boot up on the other knee, head cocked so he could still look down on her [and down, and down, and...] "Should I have come in my pajamas?" He asked it innocently enough, but the flash behind his eyes turned it into a dangerous question, probably relating to what Ever wore to bed.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 8:05 pm
Felicia just blinked and waved in return, oblivious by choice, and went back to daydreaming about ways to learn runic code as well as she knew C#.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 9:37 pm
"If your pyjamas are in better condition than your current attire? The answer is yes. In fact, run along and put them on instead. And do take your time coming back." She waved a hand, shooing him away. Whatever Ever wore to bed, or didn't wear as it were, went right over Kiki's head. "Perhaps even bathe while you are at it."
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 10:39 pm
As the hunters and trainees finished filtering and taking their seats, the doctor cleared his throat and began, voice smoothly rolling over the murmurs. "You may begin your presentations. Funding will be adjusted according to both your needs and what you offer to the division and Deus as a whole." Glancing around the room, he continued, eyes dark, "I trust you know better than to waste my time." Quote: Please post any project proposals or updates you'd like your hunters and trainees to ICly have approved/acknowledged/enabled!
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