#hugh 01

[eleonor-castellana]

Date: Monday, May 3rd, 2021 Time: 4:00 PM Location: Lethe City Hall

@hugh-stewart​

Hugh Stewart was a notorious workaholic and Ele knew that the only way for her to have a conversation with the man that wouldn’t be interrupted by his other duties was to make that conversation his current duty. So the lamia Councilwoman scheduled a meeting with him and presented herself at his office right on time. His assistant opened the door for her and she thanked them with a nod. “Good afternoon, Hugh” she greeted him as she went ahead to take the seat across from him by his desk. They had been collaborating as Council representatives long enough to address each other by their first names. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me”.

[illimitexabominer]

Impulsiveness | Hugh |

Sometimes you saw strange things in this city. People didn’t always look like, well, people in the most traditional sense. Sometimes they had strange parts, or sometimes they were made of metal. But by far, this person would be the strangest that Priscilla had ever seen. It looked somewhat painful, to have a tube running into his face, while still having a flesh component. She could sympathize a bit, having a undergone rather radical surgery herself. Still, she’d best leave him alone.

“Does that not hurt?” 

Or she could ask, like an idiot. All the training in the world does not make the girl any less impulsive. She slapped her hands over her mouth to stop from saying anything else, but not before muttering a quick, “Sorry.”

@egreborg

[ukakublunt-blog]

@egreborg

Machines, even ones that look human, confused the ghoul. His features settled in confusion as he looks at the machine from his place on top of the roof. Why was he on the roof? he was hiding to begin with from a few ...certain people. 

Doves. 

Stare stare stare. 

[hosukes-blog1]

@themisarcher.

This city is pretty chaotic, considering the vast number of people from different origins --- not to mention those who aren’t people at all, but rather non-humans. Apollo has tried to keep from thinking about those for now because he’s not sure his mind could wrap itself around the whole concept. Instead, he’s taken to morning walks along the streets and in the park nearby, the one that he usually gets up at ass o’clock to do the chords of steel routine in.

He’s thinking about turning around soon when he catches a glimpse of black hair and a dark blue uniform, and for some reason --- even though he’s never really paid particular attention to something like that --- it looks rather familiar. (Where have I seen that before? It looks like some kind of private school uniform.)

After a second he realizes where he’s seen it before. There is no shortage of articles on Themis Legal Academy, and it seems like this bespectacled young man is a student there, if Apollo is remembering the uniform right. Curious, Apollo flags him down by waving a hand as he passes by. “Do you happen to go to Themis?” he says, maybe a little formal but falling back on old customs for people he doesn’t know.