Any wisdom he had to offer was better given hands-on, rather than at a desk.
...Yet here he was, smoothing the palm of his gloved hand over the outer edge of a mahogany topped desk- his desk- to smear away the dust that had settled there.
A quiet puff of a breath escaped him as Rakovanite settled back into his chair, shooting the doorway an icy stare as if it had offended him personally. A message on his tablet had pinged him only half an hour prior; a message from an inquiring lieutenant that Rakovanite had never heard from before and was fairly certain Titanowodignite was new to the ranks. Ideal for doing anything in the city, if it wasn't more of a drain to summon someone there than it was here.
Besides, Rakovanite did not think it was his place to actively encroach on what whoever had recruited the other man might be teaching him. Here would be fine. They could keep it brief. A quick overview of whatever questions he had. ...And then someone more tactful could take over for things more in depth.
He was probably not an ideal candidate for early contact from new recruits. Sylvite or Axinite would be more welcoming, more accommodating, had more practice at explaining Negaverse goals in a way that sounded deceptively neutral. For Rakovanite, it had always been personal, and it was hard to keep that to himself when he believed strongly in what he was doing. But he could try, so as to keep what he hoped would be a "light" meeting from becoming too much.
He pinged a warning message through the tablet, 'I'll summon you now,' and waited just a beat to give the other man time to read and anticipate the sensation before Rakovanite reached for the strange wellspring of Chaos' energy, fluctuating and vibrant in Negaspace's confines, and tugged that thread of power to draw the lieutenant to him.
Bronze Coffee
