Long, slender fingers brushed against the coldness of silver as Camden Sorna rolled the sheen, metal ring between each digit of his left hand, a blank mask of boredom donned on his angular features. He sat leaning forward on his table, right elbow propped to support his resting head as the other extended in front of him so that he may play with his shiny ring. Though his posture was informal and laxed, the Thorn was dressed quite sharply in a casual manner. A simple and thin, navy blazer was fitted tightly over a black, collared shirt, which perpetuated his slim torso. Clean, white sneakers adorned his tapping feet, and were slightly draped over by a pair of skinny, tan khakis.

His eyes were distant as he stared at the front of the conference room, his gaze phasing right through his colleague and fellow Guard of the Crown: the woman who had called them together on such a short notice during a fine day like today, Disciple. 

The man tilted his head curiously as he spun the silver ring on his index finger with his thumb, his dark pupils narrowing as his mind began to focus a little.

He was wondering what the section of the wall that Disciple was blocking looked like. 

Was it the same, sterile color of white that casted a depressing atmosphere to this suffocating auditorium? Or did it hold some sort of beautiful array of colors yet to be beheld by the human eye?

Camden guess that he would never find out. Disciple's figure, though graceful and supple as it was, became a permanent obstruction to his deep, cognitive analysis that was the result of his boredom. Camden frown, his eyes now settling on hers and gave a small scowl.

Camden sighed as he flicked the ring hard, launching it off of his index finger. His gaze finally wavered, and he forced his eyes away from the front and instead, toward the sky of flawless, white tiles. A metallic mirage blurred the air above him as the ring danced towards the enclosed heavens before disappearing entirely to his snatching palm. Pocketing his special accessory, the man leaned back, folded his arms behind his head, and closed his eyes as the rest of the Hounds began to file in. Being a Cerberus himself, Camden was the first person to arrive just after Disciple herself. Since his position required a direct obligation to the Crown, his leash was chokingly-short and bounded him to HQ most of the time.

Thus began the long wait for the meeting to commence. 

Occasionally, he would peek around the room with one eye to observe the colorful variants that took their seats around the conference room. Though they mostly kept to themselves, Camden noticed that each Corps segregated themselves from each other. The man couldn't help but to smirk at this - the tension in the air was so taut that he felt like he could reach out and pluck out a beautiful melody. 

Still, he didn't blame them for being so anxious. They were, after the, the most dangerous beings in the world. One cannot trust the other if both are intent to kill.

Camden gave another sigh, sinking lower into his chair, trying to find a comfortable position to lean back into. He himself was situated at the very back and center of the room, and although his eyes were closed, his other four senses were on full alert as he waited for their business to start.