[b]Brooklyn - safe house[/b]

Nilin was taken by surprise at Maribeth’s actions, specifically the way she floated up to see better. The simple action was perceived by Nilin to be quite out of the ordinary, as it was so carefree – especially in front of a potential enemy. The petite woman’s actions from her quick smile and the way she acted so openly, to her easy expression of gratitude were not what she would’ve expected in the slightest. The way she could bring herself to act as if the world was normal and they were acquaintances in a normal setting instead of the current situation which was more akin to a loaded gun. Her experience in reading people told her that Maribeth’s reactions were genuine, not some façade. Surprisingly, she found the telekinetic the most puzzling of the three powerhouses she was meeting with. 

“You’re welcome.” Nilin replied, giving the other woman a slight smile. Maribeth then turned to Diego and began to discuss something that was of no concern to her, so she shifted her attention back to Julius while still keeping an eye on the two. 

She listened as he answered what she’d addressed, polite as she herself was being. It was something she appreciated. Diplomacy was far more difficult than war. “Of course.” She nodded as if agreeing. The Syndicate already knew of Julius Ragnarson’s views on the war, as well as the fact that he leaned towards peace. A noble goal to be sure, but one the majority believed to be impossible – herself included. She listened as the man laid out his terms, taking care in choosing his words. Nilin pondered the terms for a few seconds, her face the same professional mask as always. Julius’ terms weren’t unreasonable nor were they unfair to either party. 

“I accept your terms.” She gave him a brief nod. “As for your contact, I will serve as intermediary. If something occurs to change that, rest assured, you will be informed. ” Though she wasn’t exactly happy with it, she would be spending most of her time with Julius’ group as the Syndicate’s ambassador and spy. 

A new arrival, a man who gave her an assessing look caused the meeting to come to a close. He gave her a smile meant to reassure, or something of the like no doubt, and introduced himself. Nilin returned the smile though hers was more like beautiful, brittle glass. The way he called her darling led her to envision a scene where she stabbed him in the carotid artery and let him bleed out slowly, though her body did not give away signs of her thoughts. “I would love to, but it would be futile. The curfew bars any sort of delivery.” Faust. The name seemed to ring a bell though the sound was far off. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Faust. Sonokinetic, I presume?”