-"just like magic, i'll be flying free. imma disappear when they come for me" Message Me - 04:48, July 22, 2016 (UTC)
After disappearing for five years to God-knows-where, the syndicate's co-leader has finally returned, successfully crushing down the rumors that she was dead. Cold and regal as ever before, Cecilie strode down the room, headed towards her favourite secluded area. What was very curious is the child holding her hand, probably four to five years of age.
-"save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine" Message Me - 04:48, July 22, 2016 (UTC)
Holding her mother's hand, Sylvia was looking around the place in wonder, resisting the urge to let go and explore everything. Once in a while, she would babble in broken Danish to the older woman and would either grin or frown depending on the answer.
-"let's mark this day as the day, that we started something," Message Me - 07:00, July 22, 2016 (UTC)
The blonde would manage, somehow, to not act surprised at the sight of her cousin in the halls. Indifference was something you mastered in this kind of company, although she was equally able to revert back to her sociable self should it help her blend into a situation.
-"save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine" Message Me - 07:14, July 22, 2016 (UTC)
Spotting a woman who looked vaguely like her mother, Sylvia looked up at Cecilie in a silent request for permission. After getting an affirmation, the young girl let go of her mother's hand and bounded straight to Birgitte. "Who you?"
-"let's mark this day as the day, that we started something," Message Me - 07:41, July 22, 2016 (UTC)
Aw, she's definitely cute, so she obliges, being careful to not drop the small girl (that would not end so well). "Meget sandt. Jeg formoder, det ikke er værd at spørge, hvor du har været?"
OOC: Very true. I suppose it is not worth it to ask where you've been?
-"let's mark this day as the day, that we started something," Message Me - 10:11, July 22, 2016 (UTC)
Joining Cecilie and sitting at the table, she tried to conjure up anything of note. "Tænkte jeg så. Helt ærligt ikke en frygtelig masse har stået på med undtagelse af voksende nysgerrighed, hvor du kan være, som jeg har gjort mit bedste for at kvæle." She paused to see if she could think of anything else. "Williams stadig har meget lidt, tror jeg. Brandt kaldet af, også."
OOC: I thought so. Not much has been going on, except growing curiosity as to where you could be, which I've done my best to stifle. Williams still has very little, I think. Brandt called by, also.
-"just like magic, i'll be flying free. imma disappear when they come for me" Message Me - 10:16, July 22, 2016 (UTC)
Cecilie hummed, filing away the information. "Jeg vil rose dig for dit fremragende arbejde. Hvad Rheine?" An eyebrow quirked up at the mention of their on/off client. "Hvad gjorde han brug for denne gang?"
"I commend you for your excellent work. What of Rheine? What did he need this time?"
-"just like magic, i'll be flying free. imma disappear when they come for me" Message Me - 10:28, July 22, 2016 (UTC)
"Altid været en hemmelighedsfuld røvhul, at Conrad." Cecilie said, cracking her neck joints. "Hvis Rheine har været på jagt ned at Boyce af hendes, vil jeg finde ham først og binde ham op i de laveste kældre."
"Always been a secretive asshole, that Conrad. If Rheine's been out hunting down that Boyce of hers, I'll find him first and tie him up in the lowest basements."
-“smoke as black as charcoal fills into our fragile lungs.” Message Me - 10:48, July 22, 2016 (UTC)
The Italian woman nearly glides in through the door, watching it click behind her, offering a cordial smile to the gathering. She was confused about the appearance of a child, yes, but there was no need to show it.