Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2022 0:28:50 GMT -5
9:36 AM
Dirty Snakes HQ, Central City
The search and dive into hours, even days of research was finally beginning to pay off. At least, that was what Celeste hoped after so much effort put into this rather peculiar endeavor. It was to be her debt repaid in full to those that had deemed her existence worth preservation, or rather that was the general impression warranted by the hospitality of this group. As enigmatic as the elites were, Celeste still had the misfortune of spending much time with any of them. Too caught up in her own ambition to produce a variety of noteworthy financial and intellectual gains, the witch tried as she might to prove her worth.
The Accords held their own weight with responsibility, fortunately scouring the cities in hunt for those in violation of them, could be left to those more inclined to the task. It didn’t go without saying the nights on these patrols weren’t absent of their own fun. Though there were more intriguing variables about her recent days in which to squander her time on.
The former residence of the war criminal that occupied it, had been repurposed and cleaned by the witch to the best of her ability. Though try as she might with potent lavender incense to dissipate the smell, the faded odor of bath salts and toilet wine presented a formidable adversary. Despite its flaws the room provided a rather enjoyable view of the city; a fair enough backdrop to help ease her wandering mind with the stress of these studies. Tomes and parchment remained scattered about the vicinity without care to their placement, beneath a chalkboard that had a plethora of notes, dates and mathematics chalked down, the handwriting sharp and almost indiscernible.
The blond herself remained poised near the large pane window, gazing out upon the expanse of Central City still lost in thought. The large conference table that separated her from the rest of the room, was adorned with a variety of current and aged maps, charts so worn they seemed ancient, and a pair of stone tablets containing a slew of hieroglyphics etched deep into their minerals. Sitting on a plate furthest from all these items, sat a cooling breakfast sandwich untouched. Candles burned their wicks fiercely at various points in the room, the only serenade to these musings an ever-steady ticking away of the clock’s second hand from the far wall. It was minutes before she turned from her reflection in the glass, approaching the table with a similar apprehension that had frustrated her all morning.
The witch eyed the charts before her, palms placed gently over them as she leaned in to inspect the various locations that had been circled lightly with ink the night before. A sudden lapse of fatigue and Celeste would almost fall against the table. She was tired, this much she knew, there had been little sleep gained in the few hours on the worn loveseat. Though if there were any luck in her findings, any fruition to be born of these countless hours sacrificed to insomnia, the payoff was going to be extraordinary.
That was – if she could manage to stay awake.PL: 32,000 | Antisense: Inactive
WC: 525
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