MUSES: Nathaniel, Ronan, Kiernan, Eva, Qiana. TOPIC: Shadows of the Night. DATE/TIME: 12-15-18 @ 10:00AM. LOCATION: Palace, Vernal Asgard - Nate's Office. RATING: R.
With a few new tomes in hand, Nate followed the curved palace hallway back to his office... chamber... laboratory? He wasn't sure what to call it here on Vernal Asgard. Though, given the constant comparisons to the former Potions Master at Hogwarts, Nate was renascent to admit it did resemble a space Severus might have kept.
Several paces before he reached his door, the conjurer paused and took inventory of his surroundings. His door had been opened and shut while he'd been away - though most would not have noticed. Nate's attention to detail, need for privacy, and high levels of paranoia had transformed the man into something other than 'most'. He gently pushed the heavy door forward and allowed the barrier to creek on its hinge. Nate remained in the doorway, ready for anything - then noticed a Murphy slumped over in his guest chair. "Oh." He uttered, unimpressed and a bit annoyed he was so on edge. "What do you want, Ronan?" he asked and didn't bother to walk toward the other man, instead Nate added the new books to the stack of old on the desk.
"Not feelin' hospitable?" the Irishman questioned from Nate's chair, not shocked by his cold greeting.
"If you'd waited in the hallway like a person, I'd be more hospitable." Nate countered, still without a glance to Ronan.
"No, you wouldn't," Mars challenged the vampire.
"No, I wouldn't," Nate confirmed and slammed one of heavy Asgardian books onto his desk, which caused an eruption of dust. "What do you want?"
"A job." Ronan answered with a smirk because Nate finally glanced toward him. "Or a vacation."
Nathaniel stared at Mars for a moment and tried to gauge exactly what the Irishman's game was. "We live in a Utopian socialist society, Ronan. You don't need a job. Get a hobby." Preferably something away from him.
"Yeah, I'm shit at keepin' myself busy," the mentally unstable ex-spy told the taller man. "And King Thor doesn't need a mutant director or a Midguardian spy. But I know you've got ears all over the place." Mars was a relic here and since his personal life had taken a nose dive, the Irishman needed some time away from Vernal Asgard.
"I don't think..." Nate started with clear intention to shut the other man down. However, Caltrops realized he was actually in need of certain volunteer. Though, he'd have to clear it with Eva. "Actually," Nate sat back into his chair without a glance backwards. "I might have somewhere for you... but," he hesitated because he couldn't say too much, not when Kiernan probably kept close tabs on Ronan's mind - Nate would. "You aren't going to like it." Nate confessed.
"As long as it's far away from here, I'll do it," Ronan confirmed. "When do I leave?" He gestured to a packed bag at his feet.
"You won't be needing that." Caltrops told the Irishman, then created a mental checklist of all the people he'd have to make arrangements with. "We'll start tonight. Tell your family you'll be gone because you won't be able to contact them."
"That's for the best." Mars said and ignored the ball of guilt that formed in his stomach.
"I doubt you'll feel that way tonight." Nate warned, only a crackle of lightning and rumble of thunder absent from his statement.