<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/802471378249973771/803254145678704710/6b8450ba5543baeeffa1add344fdfe95.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>The Big Bad Spectre<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Council chambers<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Arrival<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Everyone<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>The doors to the lounge of the inner council chambers opened with a hushed whoosh, and Arcus was met with a blast of cold air and deafening silence, which roused him from his visibly jet-lagged and tired stupor. The orders of his recall from beyond the Perseus Veil had arrived on short notice, and the Spectre had to make haste to even get back to the Citadel in a timely fashion. He had landed just a few hours ago, hours which seemed to slip by him as he made the necessary preparations to make himself presentable for a council meeting. So far, his efforts had been in vain; he still looked very much the weary traveller, and the severe expression simply completed the look. Then again, Spectres weren't valued for their elegance and amiability.<br/><br/>Stepping in, he dismissed his escort with a curt "Thank you,", sending the young human bowing profusely and all but fleeing from the scene. Arcus clicked his mandibles in frustration; if they were going to give him an escort, they could've at least given him someone who didn't stumble over their words every other second, and certainly not of a species that was so fleshy and pink. Alas. He turned his attention to the room, which didn't contain the three council members, much to his surprise, but a gaggle of mismatched people sitting in front of the Turian councillor. Curious. He counted an Asari, a Quarian, a Human, and three Turians, including himself. Sounds like the butt of a particularly bad joke, or the start of a really good porno.<br/><br/>"Ah, am I the last one to arrive?" he asked to no-one in particular, taking a seat at the forefront and centre of the room, crossing his legs and leaning back against the cushions. "Councillor," he greeted the fellow Turian, his calm voice just loud enough to carry across the room, not a hint of subservience in it. He might've been more mindful of his manners if Penin and Tevos were here, but Sparatus... well, he'd been a Spectre longer than Sparatus had been a councillor. He was more worried about his lateness to the event; it made for a bad impression when he put so much pride in his punctuality.