Thread: Mark of the Chosen [Mercury and Zprimal]

Julius only chuckled, It is a privilege that many do not have. One has to either be Chosen or failing that, be registered as a Prelate with high enough clearance to enter the Restricted District. There has been recent talk about it but still nothing yet, He shook his head. The small convoy continued past the gates and he could not help but wonder what tomorrow would bring for the beautiful young lady by his side. There was little doubt that she was recognized by other students, dressed up for the evening and perched on demon's arm, she would no doubt be in the envy of some when she returned tomorrow. That and he had plans to root out the perpetrator, which if successful, should prove that fringe elements were closer than they were perceived. His hand rested on hers as she touched him, Of course, I think you will enjoy it. His other hand reached up to her jawline and cheek, lingering only just long enough to make her aware of the loss of his warm touch. I feel that I must warn you though, that you even you may have some difficulty taking things in at first despite your own knowledge. But so long as you are thirsty for knowledge and to further link our kinds, then I think you will come through in the end. He laced his fingers between hers, gripping her. While we are alone together, I'd like you to call me by my first name and I will do the same. You are my companion and I'd prefer some informality between us. The checkpoint was right up ahead and there was a slight wait as most demons outside the Restricted Districts were beginning to retire for the evening. The post had layers of security as well a small force operating the checkpoint itself. Flashing lights dotted the road, signaling cars forward as it was their turn. Their turn finally came as they rolled up before the front of a security post and their windows were wound down. The uniformed officer finished inspecting the driver and bodyguard and turned his attention to him and Tama, She's with me. Companion. The man at the post made little show if he heard what he said except that his eyes flicked down to the documents before nodding. Their documents were returned to the driver and the windows wound up before they sped along. Just a block before reaching the Lycus, they passed the front of the Assessment Center. The windows were taped up and there were still parts cordoned off as repairs were still underway. Despite all this, the front counter was occupied and like the news said, operations were not interrupted in the slightest. I was wondering if you been informed of when will your Chosen assessment be done? If anything, it would be here. It's lucky for you that the center is still operational otherwise you'd need to share the queue at a local hospital or even worse, move between specialists over the city to get your results. There were less conducive locations for the examination but they were not all in one place where the screening would be streamlined, and the results had to be mailed to the candidates a week later instead of on the exact day of their screening. They were admitted into the Lycus, flanked by two guards. The floors were made of polished black marble which extended to the vaulted ceiling. On one of the walls at the far end of the lobby was a mural depicting the offering of the first Chosen. I guess we shouldn't keep you waiting hungry, He nodded to the Prelate by his side, who went to check their reservation at the restaurant. They were escorted to a table in the far corner of the restaurant which was partially covered by screen panels. It was a table only for the two of them, his guards were brought to their seats on the other side of the screen. He picked up the menu and flicked through it before setting it down, I hope you won't mind what was on the menu. They serve international cuisine here and I personally enjoy the food here thanks to their consistency. Order what you want, I'll pay for it. Think of it as your graduation and Chosen candidacy present. He waited until she was ready before calling for their orders to be taken. He caught her hand and flipped up, palm up. It is very rare to see someone in your circumstance devote herself to becoming Chosen. It is, I dare say this as someone who has some understanding of the Assessment Center's screening process, a textbook example of a Chosen before her selection. Slow circles were traced on her soft palm as he spoke, Perhaps you could tell me more about yourself and what you are curious about.