As the three, or four people enter the building, what it seems first is people working on computers, paperwork and people in working suits and uniforms walking around. Manzanedo nods at the FDA Director.
"I see, right in this year, the capitol almost got razed down, all because of some magic terrorist who seem to have hijacked a helicopter and insanely crashed it onto this building, thankfully, most people of the capitol, including my daughter, she sleeps here, survived, it's a long story." Manzanedo continues leading the party to the office.
OOC: The whole bottle She has an alcohol issue
Kahya nods, and watches the TV. It soon turns to a news report, the hot topics being the Kampf-Devlon War, and of course, Demon Whisperer and his attacks. Kahya winces at his name when said, and she says "That low file piece of demon sh*t doesn't even deserve to be in Hell. He is worse than that."
OOC: >_> And how is she not wasted? Or is her tolerance higher than most people's would be?
Ken looks at her, sharing her disgust. "Cedar told me about that asshole. Never told me what he did to get his reputation, but just he was not worth the scum on the scum on the heel of his boot."
Ken reaches for the remote to change the channel to something a little less aggravating to the duo.
OOC: All Covenianics have a very VERY HIGH TOLERANCE LEVEL.
It'd take like 2 more of those bottles to actually get her wasted
Kahya nods, and she suddenly sneezes, a high pitched "Achoo" heard, and a little plaster of ice shooting out of her nose and landing on the table. "Sorry" She says, rubbing her nose.
It was with a mixture of excitement and concern that Aozora approached the shores of the Coven. Her vessel had been selected for speed over defence, as she did not believe she was in considerable personal danger. The message had been sent by messenger pigeon, which had surprised her, but it was likely a sign of a more primitive realm more than anything. To her, the very name, “Coven of the Mystic Forest”, was a good sign that this realm likely contained the arcane in considerable quantities. Her certainty, however, was tempered wuth caution.
This desire to avenge herself...it drove her. More than even order, it had becoming her motivation to do anything. Was that the result of those moments she spent tenshified, drifting in agony, suspended in torment? She had promised to be loyal to herself, and said she’d craved revenge above all else. Was that now why she was so...determined? So dominated by this desire? It’s a justified need. He’s my enemy. He attacked me, made me weak...I will bring an end to him. But...what about after that? Will this go away then? She shook her head. I’ll learn when it happens. First, I need to make it happen.
Aozora realised that she’d arrived. All the personnel on the ship were to remain onboard, just in case an escape was necessary, or if the enemy happened to pay her transport a visit. Aozora would venture personally into the realm, with no escort of her own nation. She was confident enough in her strength. The Overlady stepped onto the docks, and examined her surroundings, wondering what awaited her in this Coven...and, in the back of her mind, still pondering how best to achieve her objective.