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      “I am sure you have been made aware of the circumstances of my visit.”  Olga Marie hadn’t been shy in her demands and there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that word had not spread to him before she even set foot in his domain. Her previous request had been fraught with naught but failure that only spurred on her ire. Ire towards both the tool that she had given the task of bringing her the new asset she demanded and that very asset himself. 

Thus, the director was here herself to handle the situation at hand.

 She remembers hearing word of what he held within his workshop just as she had heard of the projects it contained.  It was just as vile, as repulsive, as she remembered it being. The countless life ended for the sake of the furthering of alchemy was no doubt an act that could be considered evil. Yet the director does not shy away for the display. The demons that hid in her family’s closest were of the same kind, just as vile and repulsive as his work.  

Her own sentiments aside she schools her expression to be diplomatic. His work crude as it was had value to it. Olga Marie would be a fool not to buy out such capabilities herself when there was no telling what chips the enemy had on the table. Humanity was not the only thing at stake, the human races salvation wasn’t reason enough for her to collect every single piece she could to her side.  

If it takes a work of evil for a magus’s goal to be ever closer into their reach, Marie would gladly grasp such opportunities with her own hands. 

uuuu quick nice shoutout to Matt (@primalineage & @sealfortyeight) !! uhhh I followed the most recent blog they made (the OC blog, which is the second one listed - I don't think I've seen it promo'd here yet) & aside from being able to make!! Very good dynamic OCs (Chiemi is a bean, I will protecc she), Matt also handles canon/canon divergence in a way on their other blog that makes characters I wouldn't think of liking much more human? And much more understandable! I hope they have a good day.

Hektor takes the offered hand with a practiced air of elegance. It’s for his own amusement, that much obvious in his motions -- as well as he’s trained in the art of regal demeanour, Hektor only ever takes it with a side helping of his own entertainment. Never a joke to the person he’s speaking to, simply with himself and making no secret of the fact he’s having fun.

He pulls Atram’s hand over to his own, leading the mage to stand alongside him, Hektor’s free hand settling about Atram’s waist. He is a human, or close enough, and a touchy one at that -- so feels most comfortable alongside and close to others.

SEEING THE EEVEE made him a little nervous, even with the words from the human speaking. He needed to calm his little racing heart. He wasn’t going to be hurt.. he didn’t sense any danger around, so that was good at least, wasn’t it..?

“ H-hello...” 

* late night wanderings. // @primalineage

He quite sincerely doesn’t have any sense of adventure. Adventure is merely something that gets in the way of accomplishing a goal, and Alter has no interest in complicating matters. They’ve been walking through this place for a while now, and it’s beginning to grate heavily on him. Not only the lack of clear direction, but the fact that this is not a good defensive point. They’re quite easy to hunt down should someone else have a better grasp on the field than the two wandering. 

       THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS is definitely a silly thing, but as Atram places it at behind her ear, she knows that it can’t be further from the truth; there is a crown on her head at the cost of many LOSSES. It sneers at her, the flower - it tells her that she ought to mourn, for mourning is all she can do for herself at this point. To trade flesh for gold, to trade values for the higher magic; that was what she did, and she quietly accepts. There is no use lamenting what she could have been; there is only REJOICING at what she’s GAINED for herself.

beep beep how’s my portrayal ? | s-spooked but accepting;;