"They were nice. The beds are nicer than mine back home," which wasn't difficult, but Cerissé knew she'd miss them when she got back. Though she found right then she was content enough with Caleb nearby where she could keep an eye on him.
"Good morning, Emilia," it was pleasant to see a familiar face, or perhaps Cerissé was simply in a good mood. There was a certain lack of Jade, and she couldn't help but wonder if the woman was missing all of her good help at this time. Never the less, she gestured to a seat nearby. "Caleb, this is Emilia," she introduced, certain he'd play nice - he'd already introduced himself and was ready to make small talk, it seemed.
Maybe.
She took a moment to eye-up the other agents who were filing in, making quiet assessments of them all while making sure to not get too cozy while the boss (or really anybody else) was in the room, even if she was tempted to idly stroke the side of the redhead's hand. Other times and places, for sure.
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London was content and happy in her own little world, ignoring the buzz of conversation and the apparent pissing contest that was happening somewhere close by. She couldn't be bothered to give a s**t about anyone other than her General and in truth, while she was often a peppy, outgoing creature, it was entirely too early in the morning for whoever it was that was suddenly next to her and daring to talk.
Gold eyes flashed up from where she had been tapping a message into the text box of her phone, then they slid down, raking in the details of the outfit and the hair and just. Everything. She hated morning people. The small twitch of her upper lip suggested that she didn't particularly care for what she saw; he wasn't cute enough to be bothering her this early.
"Not interested."
Her hand reached out to grab the energy drink settled next to her combat boots so that she could knock it back. The last drops passed her lips with regret, both that she had downed it so quickly and because she was upset that she didn't have more. She set it unceremoniously back on the table, nearly knocking it over with her foot as she dropped her back against the chair again. Zoned out, her fingers went back to tapping quickly across her keyboard again, confident that that was simply the end of that.
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Ceraskia of Scorn | Delphine Rousseau
Small hands wrapped around the warm of a ceramic mug, Delphine was doing her best to more or less ignore pretty much everyone in the room. It had become clear, abundantly so and quickly, that she had signed up to strand herself in another country with people that she had nothing in common with.
Especially the redhead sitting two chairs down with her feet kicked up on the table. Just no respect for the situation or the general they were here to work with.
But perhaps it wasn't all of them, only most.
The man that took a seat between her and the redhead seemed put together, respectful. A high assumption based on appearance and a single word greeting, but she could reassess as needed.
So she offered him a demure smile and a dip of her head, dark eyes flicking past him at the other girl and allowed herself a long blink. "Good morning."
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2019 5:58 pm
Gisela Louise -- Corrupted Super Sailor Noctua
Gisela hummed her agreement as she wrapped her skeletal hands around the cup of black tea that seemed to magically appear before her. No, not black tea. []iRooibos Tea. The scent of anise wafted up into her nose and she gave one of her rare smiles.
"To have money like this to throw around," she muttered into her cup, savoring the delicate flavor before she set the cup down to honey the brew, "must be nice. Though I really don't think all of this money is the Negaverse's. Have you read up on Chase Black? He's not exactly impoverished."
She took another healthy drink of her tea, still smiling at the flavor.
Regan was on time after settling into her hotel room. A small call had been sent to the guardian left behind (guardian being Silk, though she was sure Theodore might be home too) and warning that if he fought with Theodore too much, she'd be really upset.
Silk seemed put out, but otherwise fine and it was only a month or so, she'd be away. She wasn't alone, which was good. She knew Zircon would be present, as well as Prissy. Almost all of the wolfpack would be present and that was pleasing to her.
She didn't say hi to any of the others present, purely cause she didn't know anyone. Her gaze looked to Chase and then around for Prissy or Suri to mingle with.
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Shannon Mccord//Lieutenant Strengite
Shannon frowned slightly, once more hiding the look behind a sip of coffee, before admitting with a sigh. "Unfortunately not until after the meeting I had with him." If only I had done a little reading before then maybe it would have ended better, she mentally chided herself. The pre-mission meeting really hadn't been all that bad but if she had done some research first she might have been able to paint herself in a much better light then the one he probably saw her with now.
She would have to make sure to get her paws on the rest of the higher up's records to make sure she didn't repeat the same mistake again.
There was only one chance to make a first impression after all.
"Speaking of rich as sin boy toys, you did tell our own little hottie about this trip right?" Shannon had of course rubbed the meeting/mission in Beni's face the first chance she got. Mostly to make him jealous, he just laughed at her, but also to get his take on the other General.
Emmy took a closer look at this man, Caleb, while she settled into her seat. He was pretty enough, nicely groomed, well spoken, and he even almost seemed awake. Altogether, he was almost too perfect in a way that made her ever so slightly narrow her eyes. It only lasted for a second before she covered it with a smile. She owed it to Chase and probably even to Cerissé to play nice with the annoyingly put together, especially since a quick glance around the table showed that the other option was a few who were threatening to spew breakfast on the polished table, or already putting up their feet on it.
Right.
"It's a pleasure," she said as Cerissé introduced her before she took another sip of her tea. It was going fast. She might need another to get through the morning, especially if it was going to be heavy on the meetings. "I'm starting to think air travel is overrated," she said. Even if they'd beaten the crowds with their bought out flight, there was little to be done about stuffy cabins. "This place is gorgeous, though. How are you two holding up?"
The ginger didn't give him even remotely close to the reaction he wanted. Brows furrowed and his lips almost pursed before he schooled himself into offering her his best smile. Normally it won over anyone, a practiced thing that he utilized when he was attending his mother's socialist affairs, where he played the good, doting son.
Gansey wasn't used to having someone rebuff him so readily, even in a professional setting. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been rejected.
That was to say, he couldn't remember a time at all. Perhaps now wasn't the time or place to get into it with the pretty and petite redhead, but he knew he could change her mind with the right amount of time and exposure.
"I'm afraid that's your loss then," he offered right back, broad shoulders rolling back in a shrug when he turned towards the other girl, one who seemed to be far more sensible with undoubtedly better taste. A charming smile, full of straight and white teeth, was offered to Delphine.
One of his feet slipped beneath the leg of London's chair and he conveniently shoved it back with as little attention drawn to himself as he could muster.
"Did the flight treat you well Miss...?" He waited the appropriate amount of time for her to offer her name before he offered her his. "Oh, forgive me. I should introduce myself. I'm Gansey."
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London didn't notice the tight lipped glance from Ms. Hoity Toity. In fact, she didn't notice much of anything else, at all. She was deep in conversation with someone on Facebook and smiling at the corners of her lips as a string of unintelligible, half words came back intermingled with out of place auto corrects. She had already known that at 4 AM her cousin was either passed out or in a state of mind that wasn't going to lend well to conversation.
It was enough of a distraction that when he slipped a foot beneath the leg of her chair, she was completely oblivious - at least until he yanked it backwards and she all but tumbled out of the oversized seat right into the floor. She caught herself with a hard grip on the chair arm but her legs were yanked off the table, clunking to the floor with a loud, pointed thud of her soles. It echoed dully in the room and her face became the epitome of wrath.
As she gathered herself and settled back properly in her chair, she cut angry, gold eyes at the only person close enough to her to do anything of the sort. She wanted to tackle him right there, maybe jab an elbow into his throat for good measure, but her eyes flicked up to Chase where he stood at the head of the table. He tolerated a lot of her nonsense but she was pretty sure brawling with a pompous a** in the middle of his conference room was probably not on his list of 's**t I Feel Like Dealing With Today'.
Instead, she propped her elbow on the table and leaned forward as much as her 5 foot nothing frame would allow. When she spoke, it was low and full of venom, belied by the tight smile on her face.
It was not the first time Elliot had been overseas, but it was the first time it had been for something like this. Sure, he’d gone on missions before, but that was for his actual job, where mission meant more of a religious connotation. This was... something altogether different.
Though mission work had made an easy enough excuse for his absence when he’d been asked about it.
He found an open seat at the table and slid himself into it, nodding to and greeting the others near enough to notice him. Camaraderie needed that sort of personableness, after all. He hadn’t had time to really know any of the others, and he needed to change that.
An ocean away, with firm, detailed explanations as to why he would not be available for the next month, with hours of work put into arranging everything to run without him, and somehow his mother still managed to set fire to everything in such a way that he was the only one who could put it out.
Despite the early hour, Trey had already been on the phone for the last hour and a half with the temp he had hired to be Joellen’s assistant in his stead and the shipping company he’d had to find on short notice to take his mother’s spring collection from DC to the show in New York where it was to debut tomorrow night. He was ready to wring someone’s neck (that someone being a far too pretty 5’8” man with blonde hair named Allen) but his face showed none of it as he paced into the conference room, tucking his phone into the inner pocket of his finely tailored blue suit. Most of the gathered he didn’t know, but he took note of each as he moved down the table towards Regan and Suri.
December got a warm smile as he passed, and a nod of greeting. The enthusiastic lieutenant was surprisingly subdued. A hard thump from near the door drew his attention but he only turned to look with a raise of his eyebrows, pausing as he came up on Regan. The mechanic seemed... lost, hovering alone, and he reached out as he turned back with a smile, cupping his hand just under her elbow, but not quite touching.
“We should take our seats.” He murmured as he bent his head towards her.
As more people filed into the room, Velma took a seat at one of the other tables next to a blonde male several years older than her. She gave him a pleasant nod, wondering why a man of his age was here. Until now, she was sure she'd only seen those around her age among the ranks of the Negaverse. Perhaps any and all could be welcomed into the ranks. How it must feel to be ordered around by someone two decades younger than you, she wondered.
"How are you liking Europe....?" Velma asked politely, her British accent full in her voice. While she was not here to make best friends - they had a job to do after all - she could at least make acquaintances with her fellows. Find out who was ambitious, who had secrets to exploit, the like.
She worked better when she had dirt on her work companions, anyway.
The question cut through his people-watching, and he glanced with some surprise to the young woman who had sat down next to him. He had noticed her sitting, of course, but until she said something he’d dismissed her as just another agent showing up at the meeting.
Oh, but she was tiny.
It had not escaped his notice that most of the others around him were notably younger, but he was not used to it being blatantly exemplified by the visible demographics. It was one thing to know there were young agents.
It was another thing to see them there and know that they were responsible for fighting.
He still wasn’t sure how he felt about that last part.
“Oh, it’s alright. I’ve been to Europe before, but this is new.” He inclined his head toward the assembled. “Usually it’s a much smaller gathering.” A sip of his water. “How extensively have you travelled Europe?”
Isaac had been deployed enough times in his life that he knew the drill and while he would have preferred to arrive early, certain things, that were ultimately out of his control, kept getting in the way. At least there was a small silver lining in the fact he wasn't late.
Thankfully his conversation with Vera, before taking off, had gone better than expected. While he still worried about her safety after the incident last October, he felt fairly confident that she would be well taken care of between the security system he had installed and his cousin's promise to check in on her every so often as time permitted.
As he entered the conference room, Isaac paused. There was already a small gathering of, what he assumed to be, other agents. None of the faces looked familiar but perhaps he might be able to recognize a few once they were allowed to power up; whenever that might be. In fact, he was kind of surprised that neither Mathias nor Imara were asked to come; or perhaps they had been but were otherwise committed to other tasks or missions. Something to ask them later once he returned to Destiny City.
For now though, Isaac simply observed the others in attendance as he walked through the room and took a seat at the table.
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Gisela Louise -- Corrupted Super Sailor Noctua
Gisela would never understand what Shannon found so attractive about Benitoite. Objectively, he was quite handsome, Gisela guessed, but other than the objective understanding of beauty... then again Gisela didn't truly understand why anyone found anyone else attractive. Vaguely, Gisela worried that this might have been a shortcoming of her illness, but the heat of the tea in her hands and sliding down her throat burned the concern away.
"I did," she murmured with a small yawn once she drained her cup. "And my therapist who is, evidently, negaverse."
Doctor Stevens, deeply concerned about the mission, had told Gisela to contact her at any time as herself or as Noctua and promised to keep in close contact with General Labyrinthite.
"They were both concerned, but proud. That's why I like about us, actually. Like this," she gestured vaguley to herself, "everyone is so concerned about me. But as Noctua... Even as Gisela to those who know about Noctua... I get pushed. I need that."
