See ya later
Disciple secretly enjoyed the energy that was shown when beings jumped into action Progress. Means to her they are alive and moving, for the most part. Some of them you couldn’t really call them ’living’. Disciple was not stupid, by a long shot. And reflecting back, she snickered at some's reaction to certain other members. But she valued the fact they had some respect to respect each other, sort of. Her eye narrowed slightly at the sight of Legion. In her mind, she did not doubt the administration, but he was another matter. But she had no room to take action as long as he knew his place.
She’s been here since she was a child, some of the members she has known for a while. Other’s not so well, but that doesn’t mean they always surprised her. Though sometimes they did, which was always displayed with a cocking of her eyebrow. Clearly, not the type of woman to show her true feelings.
In her thought, her eyes were caught by Thorn (Camden) staring at her. And his expressions and gestures were mapped out quickly. She couldn’t help to think about him being arrogant, but then, aren’t they all in their own way? Of course. Her brow twitched in annoyance, but the slight corners of her mouth fought the urge to curve slightly into a smirk. Underneath her closed mouth, she licked her teeth.
I hate you.
Office
Disciple had her time to retire for a little while, but then she was back to the grind. One could say she was always in a state of work, which it’s debatable if it was good for her health or not. The sun was deeply set and the ember shined through the windows of the building she has arrived at. There were many old things in this building: paintings, vases, cherry wood tables, and things people could live off of. She was walking down this hallway, silently admiring.
She seized her stride because there was a shadowed figure standing down a branch off corridor. Disciple remained her post, and did not seemed phased. A man stepped out from the shadows, wearing a entirely black suit. She didn’t really have room to judge, her attire was entirely black itself.
“You made the delivery promptly, I presume?” cooed the man.
“You doubt me?” Disciple replied with a closed smiled that hinted a snarl under her lips.
The man smirked and bowed to Disciple. “Not the slightest.” He straightened up, and a grin came across his face. “Don’t show your teeth to me, dog. She is waiting for you.” Disciple held her head up and walked past the man who again bowed, but his face was cocky. As she slipped by him, “Then don’t speak to me, snake.” She turned shutting the door in his face before he could reach it, and he yet, he grinned. In the room there was a older woman sitting at a beautiful desk with a teapot and some cups.
“Welcome in. So, of course you got the message and presented it to the others?” the woman smiled taking another sip of tea.
“Yes, sire.”
“Good, good. Flawless like always, make sure of that Isabella.” replied the old lady with a little chuckle. “You of course know about your role with Conrad. And you will see your members off. They of course will be traveling during dead hours. So, you might actually have to try some coffee.” “
“I don’t prefer coffee, my lady. I have tried it, but my tongue favors tea…”
The queen laughed. “You, ‘your tongue’, always so eloquent and formal. But I don’t have to give you the rundown. You know what you and your division is capable of. Don’t disappoint as always. We will be watching, naturally. And so will the others.” Disciple nodded, then bowed her head, “Yes, sire.”