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This is accessible only to council members. It is at one end of the hallway on which their chambers are located. The walls are all made from a black stone and are reinforced against explosions. There is a long, black wooden table with nine plush seats.

Roleplay!

((I think this was the one...??))

Dermott was relaxed back on a seat, his legs kicked up on the table and his one hand of fingers drumming against his leg as the other held up his reading device as he waited. He wasn't a patient person so if she wasn't here soon he was just going to leave, he didn't have time to play house.

((Yes))

Nyco Drake was an on-time person. Or, at least, her version of on-time, which usually meant she was there hours in advance. And she had been there hours in advance. But she also had not slept in about three days, and she had run out of caffeine, and though she had been loathe to do so, she had had to go fetch her favored heavily caffeinated vanilla black ice tea from her chambers. She was rather dismayed when she found that Dermott had already arrived. It could be rather damaging to her reputation. Glancing around, she calculated that she had only been absent for six minutes, eight seconds, and forty-seven milliseconds, and even with her absence was still four hours, twenty-eight minutes, and eleven seconds early. She sat down on the table, placing her hand in her lap and tapping a slow pattern on her thigh. Licking her teeth in the strange way she did, she lifted one sculpted brow. "Is there a reason you decided that it was perfectly reasonable to demand my presence? I might have been busy or not come, you know, and then you would have been up at 2:17:83 in the morning for no apparent reason." Of course, if there were one thing about her to know, it was that she was always early and never missed appointments.

Dermott didn't even look over at her when she entered, his eyes still moving across his device as he read the textbook. He'd heard her come in of course, he saw her sit in the corner of his eyes but he frankly didn't care. "I've underestimated your reputation," Dermott voiced, his tone low and monotone, revealing nothing he was feeling nor had any emotion to express. "Though, the coffee would most likely be the cause of it," he continued, stopping his drumming to flip the page before he continued, "caffeine is only a temporary fix, sleep isn't something one can avoid unless you want to be brain dead," he concluded. He didn't really answer her at first, he was kinda an asshole like that. He exhaled slowly before he lifted his eyes to look at her, his cold bright blue eyes landing on her. "You would have come, it's your duty but we both know the other reason," he stated and then took his legs off the table and leaned forward. "You're making the assumption that I have woken up in the first place, bringing the topic at hand, there had been a Resistance attack last night," Dermott finished and leaned back in his seat, kicking his feet up once again. "So to answer your question, there wouldn't be no reason, I would have eventually left if no one showed, I don't like wasting my time."

Nyco Drake raised an eyebrow. "Coffee is a drink for the unrefined. Why would I drink coffee? I would think that more be up your ally." She took a long sip from her very caffeinated tea as if to prove a point. Of course, it was not necessarily just the caffeine doing it, but that was another matter entirely. She changed the rhythm of her tapping. "Sleep is unavoidable, yes," she conceded, licking the front of her teeth -- another nervous habit of hers. "But I can delay sleep in favor of things more useful. It's a habit everyone should adopt." Nyco Drake did not truly notice any delay in the time it took for him to say anything. While not known to pause frequently, Nyco Drake could be patient when she wanted. And she could zone out a bit, as well, which was what happened. Some back part of her mind counted the time, which eventually came to seven minutes, eleven seconds, and twenty-nine milliseconds. "I expected better from you, Dermott, I said nothing about 'waking up' -- just the observation that you are 'up' in the sense of awake presently. Though with your lack of presence of mind, I am beginning to doubt my prior observation." She smirked and leaned back on the table just a bit, putting her feet on the back of on of the chairs. "I dislike wasting my own time, so I am unsure of why I am speaking with you. As for the attack, I question why you consider this an alarm. I would say they are nearly commonplace by now. The real concern ought to be how frequent we are allowing them to become."

Dermott frowned, leaned forward, looking at her cup, then leaned back with a hum, "my apologizes, but considering I couldn't tell the difference obvious my ally wouldn't be coffee, but nonetheless, your liquid most likely is the reason," he drawled, waving his hand in an uncaring and small motion. "I never said it was unavoidable," he muttered absentmindedly, having taken out his phone now, using his left to get access the files he needed while his right hand began to twitch, "that habit begins to decrease your mental capability as well as physical so it's not one everyone should."
Dermott snorted at her retort since well, it was weak and so amusing as it was incorrect. "Having to be up despite sense of being presently awake would mean I would have had to be 'down' some point prior," he mused, not gracing her with even a glance, "either way, I do not care what prior observation or doubt you have of me. You're opinion or acknowledgement of me is something that I frankly don't give a fuck about." Dermott finally flicked his cold, impassive bright blue eyes onto Nyco, "childish burn, if you viewed this as a waste of time then why bother show up in the first place," he stated coldly before he set his feet onto the ground and pressed the activation button to the table before he sent the files which began to display by holograms projecting from the table. "If you don't see the alarm in this then you're incompetent," he said, "sure this attack isn't a shock, but the frequency is only part of the concern," Dermott stated. With his phone he opened up a specific file, images and videos of the most recent attack came on display in almost a collage. "This attack was different," he stated, looking at what he displayed, "every attack is a show of their power, their numbers and abilities. Some had agendas, whether it was to destroy a contact, supply but others were just a show. This one would fit in an attack for a scare tactic."
He switched the file to the building that the Resistance had demolished. "I'm sure you're aware what significance this building is, being as they were a close contact, good organization we used in secret." Dermott looked at her, "sure we have others we use so it isn't concerning for us, but it shows that they have someone getting them information."
Dermott switched to another file to display a large map marking the areas where the Resistance attacked, when, what and assumption of why. Dermott leaned back, kicking his legs up once more, locks of his black hair falling in front of his face as his eyes landed on her once more, "what do you think of this?"

Nyco Drake thought that perhaps spilling her glass of tea on his head might be a perfectly reasonable idea. She quickly thought better of it. He, she thought, looking him up and down and then staring into the depths of the tea, is not worth my tea. Indeed, even before she came to that conclusion, she'd already decided that pouring it on his head simply to make a point would be a spectacular waste. Maybe she'd get some coffee and start slipping it in his drinks. No one would miss it (except like everyone that was not her or Dermott, seeing as coffee was a well-liked, if expensive and kind of uncommon, drink).

She licked her teeth. "And yet, my mind is perfectly keen, so your point is null." It sort of was, since she was as fine as she ever was. She just had always been like this, and she had long since learned that sleeping was not really a good idea a lot of the time. Just sometimes had really bad issues. "And I don't give a fuck about your sorry brain either," she snipped. "But you're thinking of calling me Nyco. How many levels of dead do you want to be exactly?" She arched an eyebrow. She hated being called anything other than "Nyco Drake" or "Voclain." Anything else was just a major no.

Nyco Drake rolled her eyes. "Why show up, you say? I suppose you would be too stupid to believe it if I were to say, 'I would have been more bored otherwise.'" She sniffed and tapped her fingers a bit more loudly. "You underestimate me, sir. I have watched all of them already. Thrice. But here is where you are incompetent: I had already anticipated such an attack. Therefore, I have less need of being alarmed as I am therefore a step ahead of the resistance. However, the increasing speed of the plans indicates that they are going to try more daring attacks in the near future." She cocked her head to the left. "And obviously there are moles on both sides. You may have noticed that not all of the materials produced by the contact are still in the skyscraper."

She switched which leg was on top of the other and let out a tiny sigh and pursed her lips to keep a smirk from forming.

Dermott sighed, he found their bickering pointless but it was petty for her to continue running her mouth like a wailing banshee. He felt a headache forming due to her, she was simply a nusiance, why hadn't the council gotten rid of her yet? No one liked her anyway. "I apologize," he mocked dryly looking bored, "I didn't realize you defied science, congratulations." She was really idiotic, he didn't have time nor the will power to do this, he knew his temper would crack, he was known to be temperamental and yet she kept on pushing her luck. He pushed all her pathetic snips behind him, not bothering to deal with them, it only expressed how petty and meaningless she was. "If you should only grant me that pleasure," he drawled impassively. He didn't care if she was particular about her name, he wasn't going to waste breath speaking the second bit of her name.

"If I were stupid as you say, then why am I here and the Resistance still playing you like you're their little puppet girl?" he pointed out coldly, "and may I remind you, you don't like wasting time, so you coming here would have contradicted your words," he added and rolled his eyes. Why did he even bother with these people, oh yeah, he killed his dad and was offered the position, why wouldn't he take over and control people? Dermott cut the connection to the table and his phone, tucking it into his pocket and leaned back into his chair, arms crossed over his chest, his cold eyes boring into her. "I would correct you, but your idiocy is giving me a migraine now," he said bluntly, "we already had the meeting discussing that impending attack though it happened sooner than originally thought, weren't you there or were you too busy lost in your own world again?" he sneered feeling his temper beginning to rise so that he couldn't put a lid on it. "Your incompetence astounds me," he said, as if praising her, "didn't I already imply that or were you listening at all? Our contact they hit currently didn't produce anything like materials, that was simply a cover or did you miss that? As well, I am fully aware of the moles placed with the Resistance that isn't the problem now is it?" Dermott then swung his legs off the table and stood up, "now excuse me, I have more important things than putting up with your pettiness," he then slid his hands into his jean pockets and headed towards the door. He was planning on going to the gym to get rid of his anger violently, making kill someone, that sounded like a good plan as well.

End

Aurora, better known to the population as Silver Fox, didn't necessarily ever bothered with such things as doors. Being trained from childhood to be an assassin meant she could get into places in ways most people couldn't. So slipping through the open window and into the private meeting room to meet with Lucien wasn't difficult in the slightest. She silently slid to a land on the floor, glancing around the room and strode over to the table to sit down on the table top. Rora glanced around the room, hearing her breath against the black and white mask she wore instead of her usual fox mask. She soon flicked a ninja star out of her black skin tight clothing she wore and twirled it around her finger as she waited, wondering what he wanted to discuss with her now and if it would be useful information to the Resistance.

((it doesn't usually take this long but i had to finish dinner and shave and this is my first time rping this character. sorry for the wait!))

Lucien opened the doors of the meeting room, looking around until his good eye settled upon Rora. Something inside of him relaxed slightly and his shoulders lost some of their tension. Lucien closed the door behind him and allowed himself what he considered a smirk - just an upward twitch of the lip, really - and said, "Good. You're here." He didn't know why he worried she wouldn't be; he never had to worry with Aurora. She was the good child, the one who listened and obeyed and (most importantly) didn't tarnish his reputation. If it came down to it, Lucien would probably trust Aurora with his life.

((it's totally fine, I had a shower anyway xD Wasn't too long. Sorry to you for the wait)) ((omg... trust her with his life... killed me, killed me))

Rora heard the door open and she shifted her body to face him, looking at him through the holes in her mask. Rora felt the familiar rush of rage, but it wasn't the only thing she felt upon seeing her much to her displeasure. He was like a father to her as much as she hated the man who tore her family away from her. She bottled those emotions like he taught her to do and nodded, "of course," she responded to him, tucking her ninja star away where it belonged. "Why did you call me here?" she asked, easily masking her previous anger with a faint tone of curiosity.

((foreshadowing. it's what i'm here for.))

Lucien had killed or made plans for others to kill so many in his time that he tended to forget that he'd been responsible for the death of Rora's family. In his mind, they weren't important; Rora was. Lucien was feeling just the slightest bit nervous, which hardly ever happened. He'd grown so used to the life of being on the council that he remained unfazed by almost everything. Almost. He may have been a cold-hearted murderer, but now, the tables were turned.

Someone was trying to kill him.

"Rora, there's something I've found out recently that...troubles me." Lucien would never describe himself as nervous or scared because those were emotions that belonged to cowards, and Lucien was anything but a coward. "I've been doing some listening, and apparently someone on the council is planning to make an attempt on my life. I don't know for sure who or why - though I have my suspicions - but they're definitely younger and probably better liked than I am. If someone doesn't stop them," Lucien glanced upwards, locking eyes sorry it hurts not to make a pun about his eye with Rora, "I might die."

((xD))

Rora knew since a while after he'd taken her under his care that he treated her different from other people, she'd experienced it, having spied on him a few times. She had known despite how much he'd pushed her, making her become the person she was today, he did it to better her. She had a feeling he viewed her highly like she once did about him, but she knew better now, knew of the monster he really was. Well at a time she hadn't cared but, now it was personal.

At Lucien's words, Rora's brows furrowed behind her mask, becoming on guard and suspicious of what he had to tell her. Small fears, 'what ifs' made themselves present in the back of her thoughts but she waved them off knowing they'd only stress her out and that would be something he could tell. Rora took a few moments to digest his words, trying to see if he was playing at something, and if he wasn't that meant some other asshole Council bitch was trying to kill him. With his eye meeting her gaze she knew she couldn't hide the blatant anger that was in though, though luckily she was well aware that it would be misread as anger towards said Council member targeting the man she looked to as a father instead of it's actual meaning. "Do you have any ideas on who it could be, who are your suspects?" she asked, knowing he always had them, he wouldn't have approached her otherwise if he thought it was just a silly rumor.

"Well, I have a few that I'm almost positive it isn't," Lucien began, "Braxton for one - he's not all there in his head, and too concerned about his goddamn brother to want to upset the balance. Evander...if it ends up being him I'll shit myself laughing." Lucien smirked slightly to himself at the idea of the boy who was (in Lucien's opinion) too much like Zorion for his own good being the one to plan his assassination. "I strongly suspect Nyco Drake. Have for a while actually. Surprised the bitch didn't try coming after me sooner, honestly."

Rora nodded, understanding what he meant by those two, she had to agree, frankly she didn't understand how they could remain in the Council but that was her opinion. She didn't interrupt him though, just silently agreed with him knowing he was still speaking. Either way, she also doubted they'd be capable of this planned assassination, especially with someone as high in status and well, it was Lucien they were going against, it was self explanatory. Rora tilted her head a bit at him upon hearing that name, she knew well enough that the woman wasn't very well liked in the Council, was basically a hermit from what she's heard. "I see, if you suspect her that much why haven't you taken care of it?" she asked and smiled a bit behind her mask, "unless that's the reason you've called me over here," she voiced, sounding faintly amused.

Lucien shrugged. Nothing was certain and he honestly wasn't sure what to do. He hated not knowing. "No real proof. If she ends up not being our killer, we have a very valuable asset to the council dead, with her blood on our hands. I was wondering if you could...gather information. I know it's not something you specialize in, but I figured you'd be able to get together more than I could in this particular area. She hates everyone on the council, myself included." Another thing Lucien didn't care much for was admitting what he was bad at, but there was no use pretending like Lucien could figure more about someone's plans for his murder than someone who not only knew the mind of a murderer, but wasn't the person who was going to be killed.

Rora hummed, though she felt a bit disappointed, she definitely just wanted to kill the woman if she was a threat, even if she wasn't officially one. Rora understood his reasoning though for not wanting to off her under a suspicion. Rora slid off the table, standing in front of him, "I'll get what I can," she stated, "I can't promise anything though," she added. She was mainly doing this for her own benefit along with Lucien's, she couldn't let someone else off him, she'd have to live with this burning sense of redemption that has been left unsatisfied for the rest of her life. She refused to let anyone else kill Lucien, she owed it to herself, her family and well him.

((this seems like it'll be short, but i figured this could kind of provide a segway for rora and nyco drake to talk if you still needed one))

Lucien nodded. He'd known she would do it (though it wasn't for the reasons he thought). "I knew I could count on you," he said. He considered the consequences if Rora accidentally gave away too much or didn't get enough information, and shivered internally. "Don't mess this up, or you'll have more than just my disapproval on your hands," said Lucien without so much as a thank you to Rora for her plan to help.

Come to think of it, it was probably stuff like that that was playing a part in why she wanted to kill him.

((Hmmm okay thanks, totally fine with being 'short' xD Depending if Elf can bring her in, thinking that she could 'interrupt' after my post..??))

Rora nodded, shifting his stance, rolled her head a bit since her neck was getting a bit sore staring up at him for the length of time she had. She clenched her jaw, glad that her mask was able to hide the action from his sight. "I won't, I can promise you that. Have I ever let you down?" she responded, smirking behind her mask, her eyes a lit with almost malicious mischief. She knew this was most likely the end of their conversation today, something she was glad of, it was getting increasingly harder to keep her hatred and anger inside with ever new encounter she had with this man.

"There's a first time for everything," said Lucien his odd way of joking. "I doubt there will be for this, though." Lucien had been relying on Rora for over a decade now, and although he did attempt a joke about her falling through, he genuinely believed she wouldn't betray him. There were few things Lucien depended on besides himself, and Rora was one of them. He didn't even trust his own daughter as much as he trusted the little girl he'd adopted after murdering her family all those years ago.

"Now, while I enjoyed our little chat, I have other matters to attend to," Lucien said, straightening the collar of his coat. He waved farewell to Rora and began to head out of the meeting room, shifting his glance as subtly as he could to check for any immediate threats.

Having known him since she was four she knew this was his version of joking and being amusing. She chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around her abdomen. "I'll have to agree with you, it won't be this time around," she stated, finding herself falling into regular persona when she was with him, something she hated but understood. He was still more of a father than he actual father was, mainly because he had him killed before she could truly know that. "Is that all? If so I'd better get to work," she stated. He always taught her to get her job done properly but in the efficient amount of time.

"Yes, that is all. And since you seem to find it so easy, I expect a full report, missy," Lucien called, continuing with his joking manner as he completely exited the room. The matters he had to attend to mostly consisted of heading home to get himself drunk so he could momentarily forget about what was going on around him (maybe even shooting some intimidating glares at people as he walked to his flat) but Lucien really didn't think that was any of Rora's business.

((are we done here, then?))

"Aye aye captain," Rora called in response, watching him leave the room and once he was out of sight Rora had to calm herself before she threw a chair out the window. Exhaling and inhaling deeply for a few moments with her eyes closed she calmed down. Once she knew she wasn't a threat to anyone here, well specifically out of control, she exited the room the way Lucien did instead of the way she came in. Closing the door behind her she looked down both hallways before she turned and headed towards the stairs, since she never liked the idea of being stuck in an elevator.

((think so))

End

The silence settled around Noni as she waited in the empty conference room. It was uncommon for her to be in her, and she hated the restriction of the walls, and the lack of windows. Outside is where she preferred to be. For these reasons she could hardly be found here unless mandatory meetings were held, even then her naturally rebellious attitude occasionally had her late or skipping meetings altogether. Just as the silence became comfortable and she found herself relaxing she heard the sound of the door squeaking open. After a few tense moments of silence she swung around in the chair in a far too dramatic and slow manner. She fixed the woman in front of her with a smile as she tried to recall a name. While she looked familiar Noni had never been good with names so she chose to pre-occupy herself with fixing her shirt before standing. Wordlessly she slid over the file that had been sitting on the table. "His name is Walter." She said simply, giving her nothing but a first name. "He's a large influential character for the resistance and he's been killing Council supporters for weeks now, months even." She told her, her tone clipped and short.

((Sure. FYI, post it anywhere on the group, and I'll read it. I need to finish with Zwink before I can do that first though.))

((So are we finishing this up or waiting for Kye XD?))

((That should probably depend on if the other person in the rp Kyenath's in agrees to try to end it soon))

((She'll be finished in a couple posts. Zwink has not replied since 12/1/15.))

((Yeah.))