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).
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

[truth_is_cold]

Rhade strides in with his usual air of confidence (and a little bit of suspicion, but that's not out of the ordinary either), and takes a seat. He folds his hands on the table, before catching sight of Ilde.

He hasn't talked to her since that one afternoon by the water. It hadn't been anything personal. Later that day, the curiosity of things he'd overheard at the Vault had finally struck him, along with the guilt he still felt for a particular captain. He'd turned off his CiD and took his meager savings, left the inn, and found a way to start up a fake life. The CiD had stayed off for the entire time, and now his voice/face was never shown publicly.

It seems that they have mutual stake in all of this, and he shouldn't be surprised.

He inclines his head towards her, in silent greeting in case she's involved in any other conversations. He's patient. He can wait.