metaphysiologix
If there was one thing Custis despises above all, it was those that reside in the Academy. Once a dream of his, crushed by family and society, he stands before it’s gates a note in hand from Campbell above all and he is fuming. He is no errand or messenger boy.
He is a Pendleton.
And his brother meddling in this whole fucking affair has left him foul mood and soured towards everyone, even Morgan. “You!” He snarls, catching some poor lad by collar and shoving the paper beneath his nose. “Who do I need to speak to for this?” Surely the look on his face, matched with a knowledge that he is a Pendleton twin, has the lad stammering before he vomits out a name and where to find the researcher and Custis is left on his own.
Which leaves him to find the maze and ask aid of others before he finally finds the blasted room, knocks (because he is a noble; not a peasant) and storms in. “By the fucking Outsider, please tell me you are Lewitt.” He snaps before he tugs out the paper and hands it toward him.
“To you, from Campbell.”