Arrows in Flight

[Hamia]

True to her word, Hamia makes her grand entrance to the Arrow's wing with a cup in each hand. She has a tan messenger bag slung diagonally over her left shoulder, and is wearing stretchy jeans with a simple, blue button-down shirt. Buttoned to the point of not being prudish without venturing into provocative.

She seems a little rushed - like she was worried about being late - despite never having met Alastor. She smiles as politely as she can, confronted with the unfamiliar image she's greeted with. A collected looking guy with dark hair with plenty of facial hair. And... athletic clothes? Fuck! A good workout would have been a hell of a way to break the ice. Seeing him seated, she apprehensively approaches and holds out the two-drink tray.

"Dark roast is on your right. Left is a caramel latte. I was in a rush, so I figured I would stick with the basics." If a latte could be considered 'basic' when there's regular old coffee. Well, yeah, it's 'basic'. But she could have gone simpler. She just... chose not to.

"Have you spent a lot of time in the Tower? I'm hardly ever here. It felt kinda weird being the only one using the wing."

[Quick]

Wrong account!

[Hamia]

"I've been called worse." she replies, with a semi-awkward smile. As soon as Alastor's coffee clears the holder, she pops her own out and drops the carrier on the table. The sweet, sweet smell of caramel and the promise of life-giving caffeine grab a hold of her senses, and she wraps both hands around the paper cup and takes her first, hot sip. It's all she can do to not have her eyes roll back in ecstasy.

But back to the present.

"Yeah, with the stairs? I can see that." She doesn't even know how to begin on the whole 'not in control' thing. It's not a comforting thought. "Oh! And I'm Hamia. Obviously. Lindsey out on town." Or anywhere else, in any part of her life before she Awakened. But she's among friends. This is what she's convinced herself. If she were ever to suspect an outside willworker on their tails, she just wouldn't share her name. Still... she knows its dangerous.

"I'm with you on reinforcements, though. I had a friend here, for a while, that was as close to reinforcements as I could get. Not an Arrow, though. But I feel like she would have made a good one. Of course... you are pretty much the reinforcements now."

[Weavebreaker]

*Knock knock*

Weavebreaker made the gesture, so there wouldn't be any sudden surprises. She gave it a second or two, for a brain to process, and then she walked in. It was in her hopes, that surprise would be dispelled and there would be no spells and counter-spells flying about.

The Arrow of the Golden Watchtower, was dressed plainly in a white tee, jeans, and carried a small leather satchel. Her platinum blond hair was, short, not long enough to reach her shoulders. She gave a nod of her head to both, followed with, "Greetings."

Ever since she had been back, she had such a strange sensation. It was like she was living in the twilight zone. The city itself, had seen very little change, but she had yet run into a familiar face. It was like some strange alternate reality that left her constantly wondering wtf.

[Hamia]

Strange to hear someone refer to a state of existence as 'war'. Strange mostly because it'd been months since she had any correspondence with the Order. It's comforting. Part of what drew her to the Order is how much sense everything makes when you break it down into a conflict. Then she gets to play to part of finding a resolution. It's hard for her not to trust Alastor, even though a lack of trust is usually her first response. She finds herself smiling behind her coffee cup. Especially at the 'kick ass' comment.

"It has been rough." she agrees. "When I first arrived... the group was much smaller. It felt strange to even think of myself as an Arrow. I was just Hamia, for a while. I just wanted to fit in."

Hamia averts her gaze. Brown hair falls over the side of her face and she absently tucks it behind her ear. "She went off on her own personal crusade. I'm a little pissed about it, but she made me... promise. To let her handle it on her own." She turns her head back to face the other Arrow. "She and I arrived around the same time. She was kinda like my lifeline. And... I guess I understood her well enough to know there are things people aren't ready to share." Or maybe Lacuna just cared enough not to want Hamia to get entangled. Or killed.

The Enchantress draws in a deep breath and prepares to let it out in a sigh, when the sound of knocking grabs her attention.

In steps a blonde who Hamia doesn't recognize. God, what is with this city? It's a fucking magnet for the Awakened. Which might not be the greatest revelation. With this many souls being drawn from far and away to the same place... some unseen threat must be lurking. Fate would have it that way.

"Hi. You are?" ​she asks. Not rudely as much as curiously.

[Weavebreaker]

"I am Weavebreaker. Arrow from the Watchtower of the Golden Key, returning to Sacramento." She gave a nod to the both of them. "I have bounced back between here and Savannah for years."

She bit her lip for a moment. "I hope I am not intruding in the middle of something."