005; CLOSED. and darling, i saw it all.

[norea]

Who: The present anti-CL team.
What: Meeting to discuss.
Where: Lost Society, in the library.
When: Misdi, around midnight.
Notes: plotsss. I'll have three comment sections: one for Rhade showing up early, one for the collective group (we'll have to sort out orders since there are quite a few characters), and one for separate character interactions (one on one or whatever y'all prefer). AND... we will have to copypaste in our tags from LJ, soooo.
Warnings: idk yet.

The spell that Hasibe has worked over Lost Society means that no one is going to remember they were there; service will be a bit spotty, as a result, and the waiters on hand will seem peculiarly disinterested in whomever shows up, only providing them with drinks and necessities when deliberately prodded, but that's an aspect of the magic. She partially chose this location because it's easy to find a secluded area there, and in this case, she finds a table in the library, shrugging off her white coat to rest it on the back of her chair. She is dressed in a sleek, high-collared dark-green dress that is not too flashy, in order to keep with the discretion of the venue.

The other reason she chose this place is that they don't care if you smoke indoors. So that's what she's doing, rose-flavored Black Devil cigarette in hand, sitting back in her chair as she exhales smoke toward the ceiling. She has a couple books open on the table in front of her, and nothing in the way of food, but she does have a drink. Priorities.

Comments

[rhinemaid]

There's a hint of unease at that - Hilmi's abilities combined with Hilmi's personality are a potent cocktail of 'disturbing' and it's something that Ilde tries to avoid having to think about. It's someone else's responsibility, not hers, she doesn't want to have to deal with the fact that she doesn't think he can really be trusted with his own fucking cock.

It's the main reason - besides 'his personality' on its own - that she keeps him at such a forced arm's length, no matter how many maternal characteristics he's projecting onto her. He's one of them and that means something, but she doesn't know what to do with him and it's like nails on a chalkboard.

"He's fae. Some kind of fae-- we don't all know. I didn't know what I was called until someone here told me," and this is a much easier topic, veering away from what Hilmi can do and what it means, "but then I could get some reference material to investigate, so I have something to compare against and something to research."

[truth_is_cold]

"Then there are... subspecies?" That was the only way he could think to put it. As there were the Inari, the Castellians, the Heavy Gravity Worlders, and the Nietzscheans. It would make sense that the Fae had varieties. At least he presumed. Going into it knowing nothing about yourself, however-

"Perhaps that would be advisable. Here, not knowing seems to be as dangerous as being informed." Someone wouldn't want the wrong people learning they were xenian when they didn't have a good handle on it themselves.

[rhinemaid]

"Faeries come in all sorts," she shrugs, "and I don't like not to know things." Just, generally; she's obsessive that way, making lists and writing things down and watching, always. It's little wonder she got involved in this, and little wonder that her involvement has thus far been so related to information.

Not that she wouldn't appreciate another explosion. The first one, while satisfying, didn't kill anyone.

[truth_is_cold]

"What else would you like to know?" Because he's also a fan of acquiring information, even if his form of research usually involves danger and violence. And he's not done looking into the matter yet. He has a face that disguises well and, in his opinion, nothing to lose.

[rhinemaid]

'Everything that isn't dull or useless' isn't actually a helpful response, but it's the first one to come to mind and offhand, truthful. That had been her problem in school -- it's never that she doesn't apply herself (as it goes) but that she doesn't bother if she isn't interested.

Funny to think now that there was ever a time when uneven marks seemed like something important.

"Well, I was hoping this evening would be informative," she says, instead, with a thin smile. "I have a few things to share, as well, but I got the impression we'd picked up some more urgency." Her conversations with Quirin have been interesting, and she's collecting tidbits and implications worth knowing, but it's not much more than that, yet. She supposes a lot of anything like this involves waiting, and at least the waiting involves intersting conversation.