Christopher
Unlike what Monarch would normally decide - she was headed to the meetup in the middle of the day. She wasn't even quite sure with who, exactly. Just that they were going to be someone with a lot of say so in the imperium. She had considered showing up without a mask at first to keep things as calm as possible, but... No. She didn't want to take any risks. Not after last time.

A few streets down from the diner she was supposed to meet up at, she went into an alleyway and put on her domino mask. With a few touches later, the color of her jacket shifted in color to be blue and red.

She'd likely need to get something better eventually, but she had bigger things to worry about at the moment. She arrived to the diner a few minutes before schedule, and took a seat where she could watch the door easily.
James
Arriving early to the meeting ended up being *Early* Indeed, as the minutes passed by quickly. The diner was a quiet one, staffed exclusively by some genteel looking white folk. Their eyes seemed to watch Monarch, but for one reason or another they didn't seem particularly surprised or even put off by the domino mask. 

The scheduled time arrived, and the door remained unmoved. Another few moments passed, then there was a gentle rush of air as a man simply *Appeared* Beside you, looking around with a bored expression. He was wearing a stereotypical Roman toga, except the entire thing was colored with shiny silver. Finishing the outfit, he had a domino mask atop his face that seemed to *Actually* Be made out of metallic silver.

Despite the man's sudden appearance, which *Was* Odd, he very much seemed like he *Belonged* Precisely where he was standing, and nothing seemed especially unusual about where he was standing. Certainly, the outfit was a bit unusual, but that was his right too, wasn't it?

The normal man turned to look at Monarch, expression shifting into one more calculating.

"Ah, you're here," He said carefully, "Good. It's good to be punctual. I'm Sterling. I don't believe we've met."
Christopher
Monarch seemed to sit just a bit straighter after Sterling appeared. Clearly she was at least a bit rattled, her face even showing signs of annoyance.

"I've seen you a few times. I wouldn't expect you to remember me, but you can call me Monarch now" She said, sounding bitter about it. She was never terribly important to the organization, especially when it came to the level of capes. The capes were practically celebrities after all.

And she... She wasn't.

"The school. Why? Why did the Imperium endanger all of those kids?" She asked, cutting straight to the point, some anger seeping into her tone. It really didn't seem like the Imperium's style - at least what she was told their style was.
James
Sterling smiled genially and nodded in greeting, albeit with a slight, brief widening of his eyes when at hearing Monarch's new moniker. He took his time sitting down, shifting the silver toga slightly, elegantly, as he sat across from the fresh cluster Cape.

He was silent for awhile after her questions were asked, leaving them hanging in the gradually lengthening silence. The Waitress of the establishment approached the table, looking quite appropriately demure.

"My usual tea, please. White. Strong," He smiled, "How about you, Monarch? It's on me."

The Waitress turned to look in Monarch's direction without her eyes leaving the tabletop.
Christopher
Monarch frowned, clearly annoyed to have her questions blatantly ignored, but she didn't push the issue. Instead she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms with a sigh.

"I'll just have a coke. Or pepsi. Just something fizzy" She said with a glance to the waitress. Maybe he just didn't want to talk in front of the help? If that was the case then it'd be better to get her to go away quickly.

After giving her order she turned her attention back to Sterling. If it came down to a fight... Could she handle him? She'd just need a touch.
James
"Thank you, Betsy. You're a doll," He smiled that same charming smile which she returned quite eagerly, heading off with the pair of drink orders.

He sighed a bit and shuffled in his chair, suddenly looking quite comfortable. He inclined his head towards Monarch politely, shaking his head back and forth in a small show of apology.

"I do hope you can forgive me taking my time a bit, here. This is my favorite restaurant, and it's rare that someone with my power set gets the opportunity to really just sit back and unwind. I gathered that you were a supporter of the cause at least, so I feel comfortable relaxing around you," He sighed wistfully, "The world is so full of enemies, you know? Race traitors, scum, zionists, and of course the subhuman trash that has massed themselves in our good city."

The man met her eyes assuredly, seeming confident.

"Knowing what you know, knowing what we do, isn't it obvious that the answer to your question is simple? We did what we had to do to protect the cause. Root out the race traitors and zionist scum. It is *All* For the cause," He said, looking firm but grim, "Even if sometimes that necessitates small sacrifices. You understand, don't you? You've seen the same disgusting *Corruption* And *Degeneracy* In the people around you."