Paying a Visit to the Office

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Quincy had taken the Bus. She was decently familiar with the schedule, and public transit was something she'd been using for years. Regardless, by the nature of buses and bus stops, it was nearly and hour and a half before she walked up to the replica of Westminster.

And that's where things were trickier. The building was quite large, and considering the Guardian's number's here, too big not to be shared. She entered anyway, Digging through her memory of what she'd been told about the Sacramento Guardian's offices. Something about a chapel? She turned in that direction, and soon spotted someone at work.

" Halo . I let myself in, Quincy."

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Quincy stood straight and relaxed, taking in Halo and the room he was working in with something more than mere attentiveness. It was more like she was expecting Halo, the room, every piece of paper, every note, every scrap and mark within her view to be absorbed into her and irrevocably, remain there until she should call it up to life in her mind.

And despite that, she was more than capable of moving. Her mouth formed a faint smile; her eyes didn’t wander from his as she shook his hand just once, firmly, but not to test his own strength. ”More than reasonable. The four names I was told couldn’t fill this place up enough to be worth it.” Her voice was smoky, but strident. It had been softer on the phone, but it was clear that here was business: the office, as Halo described it earlier, and as a mage conducting Business, she didn't restrain herself, though every word and phrase was clipped.

His offer of coffee made her pause, as if such offers were a novel idea she didn’t experience often. ”No.” She said it as if it should be obvious, but then she seemed to catch herself. ”If I’m already fully awake, it doesn’t serve a purpose and isn’t as pleasant an experience.” Somehow, the statement was an apology.

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She arcs and eyebrow at his question of where she was from - hadn't she mentioned that over the phone? Then again, he could be asking where she grew up, and at 31 what she said over the phone was less likely to apply. Specifics then, and a verbal resume "Grew up in north-western Pennsylvania, though the last five years I've been living and working in Philly. My day job is Mortician, and I'd been an assistant M.E. before my move to Philly. My sharpest skills are Observation, memorization, reading people, the sciences, collecting occult knowledge, and looking into problems. There's a few other things I'm sufficient though not highly skilled in."


She ran the information through her mind again, confirming that would cover her Mundane Resume. "I'm a Time-focused Acanthus. There's a fair chance Mr. Mort - my mentor in the Guardians -" 'Not to mention for 16 years before I awakened,' she thought. "Will tutor me in his legacy once I figure out the right conditions to convince him." The last was said with a hint of aggravation but far more affection.

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Quincy suppressed a flash of irritation. If it was just another disposal before she'd even been hired from any of her interviews... But it might be an investigation. That soothed her nerves a little bit. "Are you asking me to examine them, or dispose of them? Because the best I can do for disposal until I secure employment is suggest a few places that aren't horrifically expensive as long as you don't care for a service." Her voice had dipped softer, more like it had been on the phone, though the evident irritation layering in her voice at being asked so soon to deal with disposal and the pleading to be thrown an investigation danced through her words.

The emotion was its own problem, and the instinctive unwinding another. She needed to work on both. She took a deep breath, had a vague wish for - she wasn't sure what - then quashed the urge and put herself back into mage-business mode.

"Please tell me you mean my skills and with the Guardians, because the thought of my personality fitting in with the larger consillium almost makes me feel pity for the mages not used to being pricked." one corner of her mouth twitched up, the slightest acknowledgement that she new full well that most considered her rude and prickly, but that she didn't plan on changing anytime soon.

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Quincy gives a relaxed nod, her shoulders falling back to their natural line. Her fore and middle fingers rubbed together for a moment, then tapped her lips, before falling back to her side as she spoke. "Appreciated, on both counts." there was a slight hesitation, during which she looked around at the chapel as a whole.

"I... had been expecting to meet more than yourself." 'Unreasonable, I hadn't expressed that desire during the call.'

She fidgeted a moment, unsure of whether he'd offer to call people he thought she should know, or whether she should should ask to see the bodies. Introductions and first conversations were far from Quincy's strong suit, not helped by her distaste for asking questions when she'd love to dig up the answers.