Delivery and Casual Greetings

[Temperance Avila]

Text: Hope the evening finds you well, Emeritus. I have a bunch of items you were looking for. Are you free for a meet sometime soon? Perhaps over coffee or tea?

Temperance was looking forward to the meet. In fact, Emeritus had been keeping her boredom at bay by sending her on the small excursion and dabble in more risky areas of the town. In their last cordial exchange the allurist inquired if anything Emeritus would require to further his education of the arts in which he dabbled. Though Temperance was nothing of a ritualist, she had learned and respected those who have. In the last few years of conversations with Zodiac, she understood that there was a time and purpose to it all. There was a passion and enjoyment in some fun inquisitions and a need in other spells. All for helping another in need. And although the dainty brunette was not sure she would ever practice on her own (as the thought of the darkness that loomed beneath some things creeped her out), she swore to help others in need as the sole purpose for her position in SoA. So as any great teacher would, she assisted with resources in which she could acquire for others.

[Emeritus (DELETED 4718)]

He had sat quietly in his study, organizing the items he had stored away in his various lockboxes-occassionally sifting through his tomes to make sure he had the essentials and making a shopping list, of sorts, for items he would be needing for future use. The sound of his phone vibrating was startling, he had completely forgotten it was in the room. It took a moment before he actually slid his finger across the screen to read the words.

Temperance was always a good one to relax with and by the sound of her text he would be able to scratch a few items off of his list. Before sending his reply he went to find Neva-curled up on the couch watching one of her amusing animated Disney movies-and told her where he was going. He gave her a quick kiss before leaving the apartment, his fingers quickly typing out a message.

Coffee sounds great about now, can you meet me at The Met? Might need to liven up my drink a bit!

[Temperance Avila]

Reply: Of course! Happy to see you soon.

Looped fingers around a reusable cloth grocery sack, she picked up the items in which Emeritus was collecting. Twelve tubes of chemicals carefully placed into tight styrofoam within a cardboard box. Four unholy relics. Those had been extremely hard to collect. She carefully wrapped them in a loose piece of fabric and added them to the bag. Taking great care to lie them near the bottom. Temperance was proud by the fact she could use her skills to help others in this way. It made her whole, made her feel human. It also gave her something to do besides the normal grind. She double checked her list to ensure everything was accounted for and then some.

The Metronome was quite close to her apartment. She had arrived before Emeritus did. The atmosphere had a calm about it as the main stage band would be on in a few hours. Alena, Temperance's human thrall, was wiping down the stools in front of the bar. "Please put a fresh pot of coffee on. I have a guest arriving soon." Alena nodded in silence, finished the last chair, than started preparing the pot. Alena was a gentle human. The kind that mind their P's and Q's. Ones who do not actively seek danger or to make trouble. She was quite organized and very quaint. She worked here only a few evenings a week to tidy up while the staff was on break.

Temperance disappeared into the main office for a moment to remove her coat. Beneath she wore a flowing flower patterned top that tapered at the waist to a pencil skirt with her favorite heels. A dark aroma began penetrating the walls of her office. The coffee was done, Emeritus would be here soon. Temperance picked up the bad of goods and stepped back into the main part of the club. Alena presented her with a warm cup of tea, laced with a shot of Bailey's Irish Creme. "Thank you as always."