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AU: Queens Over Nines
Oct. 16th, 2012 03:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
totallytrustworthyThe Order isn't always active, in truth, they rarely ever have to be. Marlowe's sharp enough to keep the gears turning cleanly-- so much so that barely anyone else has to lift a finger unless she tells them to. While a lack of pressure in any other workplace might lead to laziness, the cult is far from it, and even the dullest of days are dedicated to study or training (which often is far worse than the usual mission or odd job) particularly when it comes to her personal projects: Talbot and Chloe.
Still, they've picked up a few new souls as of late, and the heart of the London Underground is a little less quiet than usual, full of recruits getting their bearings after qualifying for the correct clearance. It's not a nuisance by normal standards, but to Chloe-- currently jotting down notes on Babylonian constellations from a few tablet fragments, hoping to unearth just a bit more on the divination techniques they'd used-- the chatter and scuffing of shoes on stone is nails against a chalkboard. She inhales a deep, steady breath, presses her lips into a thin line and puts her pen down against the paper for another go. Patience without losing her temper is a technique Marlowe's still attempting to pass on. Particularly when dealing with people she'd consider less than important. Particularly when she's busy.
Still, they've picked up a few new souls as of late, and the heart of the London Underground is a little less quiet than usual, full of recruits getting their bearings after qualifying for the correct clearance. It's not a nuisance by normal standards, but to Chloe-- currently jotting down notes on Babylonian constellations from a few tablet fragments, hoping to unearth just a bit more on the divination techniques they'd used-- the chatter and scuffing of shoes on stone is nails against a chalkboard. She inhales a deep, steady breath, presses her lips into a thin line and puts her pen down against the paper for another go. Patience without losing her temper is a technique Marlowe's still attempting to pass on. Particularly when dealing with people she'd consider less than important. Particularly when she's busy.
