Snippet #2706111

Rick Brackwall

What would a day full of unexpected surprises be without another unexpected surprise?

Illusion dropped into the hallway they were in, bringing with her yet another young lady. The ginger girl was mostly occupied with a feeling of nausea whilst Illusion stood by with a bucket.

"I hope the uneasiness is not too great. Everyone's first time translocating via spacial repositioning is certainly an experience." He assured the girl, for what his words were worth.


Of course his attention was brought back over to Vesper who had previously been holding onto his sleeve. He'd of answered but it was rather concurrent with the arrival of Helena. Naturally he'd accept, understanding that she has an important reason for doing so. Well, important to her, which is what mattered. If it comforted her he would be remiss to tell her otherwise.

When Vesper offered her own tincture of motion sickness remedy to Helena Rick's smile grew just a subtle shade warmer. It was nice to see the others offering genuine care for each other. It was the kind of nature he welcomed to any group environment. Of course it was rarer in martial institutions such as the WDL where loss can create emotional detachment and callousing. While care bred unity it also invited greater repercussions from such losses.


Of course Vesper returned to grasp his sleeve and Vistra had returned from seeing to her room to also greet the new sibling. It was all going well enough so far. Of course before she could disappear he figured he'd mention Angel's message to Illusion even though she was quite aware of the meeting already.

"Ah yes, Angel had mentioned the meeting earlier when he was detaining an individual earlier. I doubt he'd wait on attending the meeting to interrogate the intruder but it certainly is a curious happenstance."

Might as well mention that matter since talking solely about the meeting would be redundant he figured. It definitely was a curious matter, not a common occurrence. The fact that it happened on this day in particular was even less common. As a matter of fact it seemed the way that all these seemingly disconnected occurrences weren't a matter of coincidence. After all, it was years before another one of his blood showed and all of a sudden all seven of them were gathered in one place. Surely this couldn't simply be the result of random luck. It seemed much too far from random.


Naturally he bent over to assist Helena up from the floor once she regained her bearing. Afterwords he proceeded to introduce the remainder of the rooms until they were all acquainted with their living spaces. Giving time to let them settle in first he let them know where to find him when they were ready for the tour.

After they were done most of them arrived to join the tour. Caius was notably absent but Rick knew with a fair degree of certainty where to find Caius if he was needed. On the other end of the spectrum Vesper had not left him for the duration of the wait, still clinging onto his sleeve. He wasn't going to question the matter, not right now at the very least. It was rare to see her quite so invested in the going ons around them so he was quite wary of asking too much and spoiling this progress.

With the rest it was a varied arrival. Some were more keen to linger than others but luckily his promise of free lunch at the end had sparked the interest of all who weren't previously inclined. Food was an excellent motivator it seemed.


And with that, they were off. They saw the grounds as Rick discussed the various buildings and their respective functions. By the end those who were attentive enough would be certain to confidently navigate the WDL base, sans restricted areas of course. After all was said and done Rick, true to his word, took them out to eat.

They approached the entrance to a rather lovely upper end restaurant he knew in the area. Given how they were in Rome it was easy to find a good Italian restaurant. It was called The Capelli D'angelo, alternatively known as The Angel's Hair. Rick ate here on the rare occasions he decided to eat out. Usually he reserved such occasions for when he wanted to better relations with another member using expensive Italian food and relaxing atmosphere to produce a fruitful conversation.

Coming up to the door he stepped in, welcomed by a greeter as he entered.


"Hello there good sir. Table for... ?"

"Seven."

Rick answered the greeter. The man went off to find them seating. Luckily there was relatively few customers right at this hour so the wait was fairly short. After a brief period the man returned to show them to their table.

It was a nice seat, a large booth right by a window with a rather lovely view of the main church, the WDL headquarters. With pleasant lighting and decor they were now free to order from the menu's distributed to them.

"Here you go. Order whatever you like, it's on me."