"Leo--"
Another familiar head of blonde hair, this time caught out of the corner of his eye by Ares whilst combing these ghostly paths.
"--I've important news."
Rather than fog, the glare of the white light casts him as a flat silhouette at first, until he jogs closer to reveal his masked face before slowing to a reluctant stop.
"One of these areas will be forced to lose its light at the end of this week, if not by one of the supervisors among us then someone whose choice we can't predict nor control."
He may as well have said the morrow instead, since 'end of the week' was less than a day away by now, but surely Ares didn't have to worry about reminding Leo of that.
"I don't know what the choice will be yet, but I'll make sure it isn't the factory or apartments, so stay near there, and make sure everyone else knows to as well."
He squints at the silhouette approaching him. Gods above, curse these infernal lights!
Even the details of the mask are indistinct at this distance--Leo tenses, unsure if they are friend or foe, until he makes out the distinct outline of Ares' lion mask.
Relaxing, Leo inclines his head but does not interrupt. This is no time for social niceties.
Forced? An interesting choice of words. It would make an odd sort of sense, given the general run down feeling practically oozing from the walls. Even more curious they're beholden to both a deadline and a choice of who eventually drops the metaphorical hammer.
Leo's quite for a handful of heartbeats before responding. "Thank you for the warning, Ares. May I ask where you came by this information? And one more question--if we supervisors make the decision before our unpredictable friend, how shall we proceed?"
