Aenigma lets out a soft chuckle at the mention of "first impressions."Quote:Technique smirks, taking a sip of his black coffee. "Well, you know. First impressions and all." He looks around, Pulp Noir showed up. The guy had known how to tie one on and party at the Halloween event. "That would be fine. Hey, listen...i havent been able to find you since that day." Oh yeah, he's bringing it up and not even waiting for them to sit down. "I just wanted to apologize. I hope you understand there was a lot of issues right then, and you saw the meeting you two walked into." The Councillor gives a kind of sheepish shrug. He wasnt that great at this whole 'be nice' thing, even when he was sincere.
My thoughts exactly...
The young Mastigos listens carefully to the words of the Acanthus Councilor. Once Technique has finished saying his piece, Aenigma nods in response. "I understand, and that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about." He offers a friendly smile. "I accept your apology, and would like to offer one to you in return. I know you were just doing your job, and like you said, Noctina and I just happened to have terrible timing..."
He laughs a little louder this time and then takses a sip from his latte. Good timing was not one of the hallmarks of those that awoke within the realms of Pandemonioum, if anything that was something Acanthi were blessed with.
"Back in Washington, D.C. our...organizations had a good working relationship. I just want to make sure that is the case here as well." The Mystagogue takes a brief pause, assessing Technique's reactions to his words. "So I wanna make sure there are no hard feelings, and that we can assist each other in the future."