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There was a room in the main house dedicated just to the nemesis, just like there were whole floors of the estate house dedicated to proxies and their hunters. Where they likely had their own personal rooms squirreled away. Lost within the seemingly ever changing house and moving shadows. In the main house Mother E'tani had made her room on the second floor, the top floor, down a shaded hallway with no windows, or to be more apt windows so grime covered they might as well not have been there. But down this hall was one door, lost in the dark unless you knew it was there. And pushing inside one found a world very different from the one in the hall.
The large windows having been cleaning off to let natural light slip into the room, over the old wood floors and dresser. A antique couch right across from the door where Mother often was. There or perched on the dresser to stare out the window and over the grounds. While not as advantageous a perch as Senescence's tower it worked well enough for her curious eyes to get a good enough idea of what was going on within their main hub of activity.
Today though she was perched on the couch, waiting for her punishment and internal affairs proxies. Waiting to speak towards what they had been up to and get reports from them towards any future plans they might have. There was things she needed to update them on herself but their districts would be less involved in her plans than say the foreign affairs and ambassadors districts so she didn't need much from them. There would be no favors being exchanged between them today, though the more she thought on the two the more things she thought to ask them to do for her.
They were both so skilled at bringing chaos and as much as she wanted to get the league lowkey for a bit perhaps some chaos to distract the eye would be good. Everyone knew a good trick needed something flashy for misdirection to distract from the actual trick itself.
Post by Honeystorm on Jul 25, 2019 12:49:29 GMT -5
Senescence was the first to arrive. This was rather ironic indeed, given her usual tendency to appear as a lackadaisical sort, always lounging around and rarely ever working. Not to mention the fact she was a floor higher than Innocentia and more, if one counted her tower.
She entered the room with a yawn, one paw lazily draped across her mouth, as if she were trying to hold to some minor appearance of decency. She was the only Proxy Mother hadn't appointed. Rather, she'd been chosen by Solaris in the midst of a looming revolution, and somehow, had managed to keep her position. Admittedly, she was quite disappointed in the lack of cats challenging her for her position. She'd put that rule in for a reason. Maybe she'd just have to purposely try to get them all killed and see how that worked out. She knew where to get a cage or two in twolegplace, so it wouldn't be hard to drag a creature onto the territory.
But bored musings aside, the large feline gave a disinterested glance around the place. At this point, she'd seen so many rooms of all sorts, that this room was hardly more eye catching than the next. She wondered briefly what sorts of hiding places and secrets it held. That was a venture for a different day.
The rust and shadow feline's tail gave a short twitch of greeting, her ears flicking forward perhaps out of respect as she stretched leisurely before sitting down to wait. Senescence didn't bother to speak. If Mother had questions, she would ask, and truly, she didn't feel it necessary to fill in the silence with her own voice.
