The Society of Truth, an RP

"At the moment. So she does think theres a way " Matt told himself, then went to get a drink before replying, " look, there could be a future for the both of us, it might look as though it's impossible.... But it's not. The rules only apply as long as I'm the inside man, and I don't have to choose someone from my " list"anyway " it sent and Matt sighed
She smiled and nodded to herself before typing her response and sending it“your right. If you come to HQ we can talk about this Face to Face. I’m already down here”
 
She smiled and nodded to herself before typing her response and sending it“your right. If you come to HQ we can talk about this Face to Face. I’m already down here”
Matt got the text and a smile spread across his face,"on my way " was his response, he got himself ready and hopped into his car, driving down the highway with a grin
 
(I'm not sure which comment to reply to, so here goes! Oh and @Butterscotchbitesfinger isn't Tara wearing her Protector costume?)

Alina, too, hurried upstairs to finish getting read. Her room was surprisingly neat, when one considered the apparent chaos of the workroom. Her bed was a single, an elegant old thing in French style. In fact, the whole room could have belonged to a Parisienne. She quickly sat down by the old vanity and pulled a brush through her hair.
"How is it that even a plait won't keep it neat?" she groaned to herself, as it dragged through knots. She quickly plaited it again in a fishtail to keep it out of the way, and then hurried down without another glance at her appearance. She was going to walk to HQ, it wasn't as if she had a car.

(Or maybe Tara would be really nice, give her a 'teleport' lift, fall ill again when she gets there and let Calder do his stuff?)

Calder had already arrived and was staring rather morosely out of one window as others began traipsing in.
 
(I'm not sure which comment to reply to, so here goes! Oh and @Butterscotchbitesfinger isn't Tara wearing her Protector costume?)

Alina, too, hurried upstairs to finish getting read. Her room was surprisingly neat, when one considered the apparent chaos of the workroom. Her bed was a single, an elegant old thing in French style. In fact, the whole room could have belonged to a Parisienne. She quickly sat down by the old vanity and pulled a brush through her hair.
"How is it that even a plait won't keep it neat?" she groaned to herself, as it dragged through knots. She quickly plaited it again in a fishtail to keep it out of the way, and then hurried down without another glance at her appearance. She was going to walk to HQ, it wasn't as if she had a car.

(Or maybe Tara would be really nice, give her a 'teleport' lift, fall ill again when she gets there and let Calder do his stuff?)

Calder had already arrived and was staring rather morosely out of one window as others began traipsing in.
(Oops your right)
Tara realised she needed her costume and quickly changed, she still looked stunning just not in an everyday sense.
Tara hurried down the stairs and saw Alina “hey do you want a lift? I can teleport us both there” she grinned
 
(Oops your right)
Tara realised she needed her costume and quickly changed, she still looked stunning just not in an everyday sense.
Tara hurried down the stairs and saw Alina “hey do you want a lift? I can teleport us both there” she grinned
(YES THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!)

Alina turned and smiled. "Hey, thanks. Sounds good. I could use it, to be honest, generally takes me quite a while to walk."
She walked over to Tara and touched her arm so she'd be teleported too.
 
(YES THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!)

Alina turned and smiled. "Hey, thanks. Sounds good. I could use it, to be honest, generally takes me quite a while to walk."
She walked over to Tara and touched her arm so she'd be teleported too.
Tara counted in her head and pictured HQ before teleporting them. When she arrived she had another dizzy spell and fell over, she sat on the ground outside HQ with her head in her hands
 
Tara counted in her head and pictured HQ before teleporting them. When she arrived she had another dizzy spell and fell over, she sat on the ground outside HQ with her head in her hands
Alina crouched beside her. "Oh no," she murmured, "Tara? I have to find someone to help. Stay where you are."

She ran inside. "Anyone? Tara needs help?"
 

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