#;memorius

[hypenotist]

       the winter was harsh upon that eve , achromatic squalls arraigned upon the nocturnal expanse awash in it . illumined by the     light pollution of the city , luna parvulus was a jagged edifice of  ethereal ivory corrugated into the roiling clouds it seized into        akin flesh . thick forests harbored the migratory efforts of genesis , verdant petiole unscathed even by the frozen chill . the hypnotist      had defected in secret of a mission , seeking again to rescue   as many as he could before another operation of genesis  mercilessly slaughtered yet another hapless populus .        yet , on eves such as this , he might encounter one of the exodi . balking at the sight of the a humanoid silhouette , caution was excised .        ' hey , uh -- it's pretty cold out , you know . not  really the best place to be right now , either , just sayin'-- '

[hypenotist]

      Scorned upon pallid countenance, expression was one of irritation       and nearly malice in regards to the situation at hand. Ravenette is       regarded with something venomous wrought within darkened hues,       threat expectant and flat within the soldier's tone. "What are you doing       here? This zone is under the ordnance of Sentinel and will be under       the advent of Genesis very soon. If you don't want to die, you'd better       leave, ma'am."

[hypenotist]

    "It's gimpy, but--kinda like it," Clear remarked to himself upon entering the establishment, the enticing scents wafting from within traversing withal and truly grabbing his attention. Starving, famished beyond words, he lumbered towards a high-seated bar stool at the perpendicular counter top where other patrons were dully consuming their food like cows would cud. Heaving himself upon one, he waiting and tapped a gamey rhythm with his hands, waiting for a waitstaff to appear.     "Yeah, um, it's not too late to start with coffee, is it?"

[hypenotist]

    "I͝'m͏́ ̷̕͟g̶̛͘oi̧ng͜͏ ̢͠t̸o͡ ͘͠sk͟in̨͢ ̨y͏o̢͘͝u͡ a̵͞l͞i͘v̸̢e͟."

[hypenotist]

    "Kinda late for a kid to       be out. Might want to       head on home."

[hypenotist]

   "I'm going to need official     clearance before I let you     through any further."

[hypenotist]

     There is, perhaps, an idle breath. A stance behooving one who had too many times shied before those superior and yet know it had fostered an indifferent cold within him. There had been talk of the risks in bringing Clear upon this certain endeavor and how it might bring into striking effect the wavering faith and utter lack of conviction the man had within his superiors. But perhaps this was also a show of force to impress upon the Memorius, a class bellow even that of the Natural Ranks as a whole. Within polished confines and corridors that echoed resplendence and technical majesty, well--it echoed that from home within Luna Parvulus. There Clear awaited, knowing that the ambassadorial mission was to be his first, and there were doubts. But with the sharpened countenance rife with uncertainty and deadpanned by it all the same, with rigid forbearance did he hold himself. For she, Ariel Shepard, the Lion of God (God?)--whatever such a thing even was--was a woman of rigid power and authority. But there were concerns of illegal immigration of people of the Holy Land seeking access to Luna Parvulus when the conditions of such exchange weren't even made known. Standing to attention, with officious stride did Clear hold himself in poise wait. 

   "Commander Shepard? Good Evening. I am an emissary here on behalf on my superiors within Luna Parvulus. I hope all is well with you tonight," comes the frigidity and sternness of frank vociferation, the man holding hands behind his back as he awaited her audience.