Inquisitor Seraph's mystics, Apollo Watson and Delphi Holmes, when left alone will naturally gravitate towards establishing gambling rings taking advantage of being pernicient
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Inquisitor Seraph's mystics, Apollo Watson and Delphi Holmes, when left alone will naturally gravitate towards establishing gambling rings taking advantage of being pernicient
"Inquisitor may I ask something." Heracles Pirot approached their mentor's desk.
"Of course Heracles. What are you interested in knowing?" Said inquisitor placed down the paperwork she had been going through trying to find patterns were none should be.
There was no time like that present to ask. "What did you like about Magos Aleph-Gimmel?"
"Professionally or not? Why?" Seraph's fondness for the xenarite made what professional work she needed to do often all the harder.
"Not. It's very much not gone away."
"She... Is a beautiful woman." Seraph normally did not share such runs were her retinue but Heracles was a special case. "Aleph Gimmel is a genius and before she took her position as Fabricator Minoris at least was someone who could always make me smile. When she was an adept and I a new Inquisitor there was no one more disarming, more charming, someone who I thought agreed with me on most matters. We drifted apart after awhile. I always felt at ease with her. You know me. I rarely if ever feel at ease. She eventually revealed she had met with Belisarius Cawl and began to share his philosophies. It wasn't in so many words but, I think that was the start of it. Sometimes I think I still see the woman I fell in love with."