Remiel was sure Martín del Mar was no stranger to the luxury lounge reserved for black card members. His family's bank printed most of those black cards, after all. Though the ambassador certainly hadn't expected to pay it a visit as he was en route to Galar with his darling, luka chêne .

"I've a little more than half an hour," The man responds, folding up the sleeves of his cardigan as he takes a seat on the lounge chair across from Mars. His BUTLER SINISTEA, in the meantime, telekinetically hangs his master's carry-on bag on the edge of a chair nearby. Then it floats off to prepare tea for the two.

"What's this about, my friend?" When a fellow admin called for an urgent meeting, Remiel tended not to ignore it— no matter what the circumstance. Though he certainly sensed something was off in this case.

Like goosebumps (or a spidey-sense), his avatar powers sent shivers of electricity throughout his body:

A sense of foreboding.

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Sharp eyes narrow in thought and suspicion.

Of course he'd heard about it. Not only as Galar's prince, of course, but as THE HIEROPHANT of the ORDER OF OBSCURA. Their core text, the 'bible' of tenets and stories known as the GRIMCHIRIDION, spoke of it often.

So he nods, shifting his gaze to check whether anyone else in the room was listening before continuing. "What of it?" He tentatively asks afterward, returning the full scope of his attention to his friend.

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Remiel stews in thought for a moment, his mind flipping through the ancient pages of the Obscura text with as much care and reverence as his hands. Though the question still remained: could anyone outside the order be trusted with such sensitive information? Could everyone within it?

The KNIGHTS BETHEL were incessant with their attempts at espionage, after all. And, though he more or less trusted Mars had come to him in good faith, precautionary measures were needed to ensure both of them were safe from any unwanted repercussions. Even this luxury mile-high club wasn't secure from their reach. 

All in all, the information divulged seemed to be in line with the intentions of the enemy order. Whether they were truly to blame, however, was unknown.

Remiel sighs, leaning in and propping elbows on knees as his hands grasp each other. "It was once said to be an instrument of heavenly judgement," He begins, keeping his voice low and momentarily shifting his eyes about. "Though I'm convinced it is extraterrestrial or extradimensional in origin. Particularly as a result of current events."

He pauses then, painting a vision of his country in shambles and Hoenn under the threat of the same fate. When his eyes shift towards luka chêne across the room, he suddenly finds himself frozen in disquieted thought. Something needed to be done...

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Within his first month of moving to Hoenn, Remiel had witnessed an interdimensional being claw its way out of a portal and, essentially, nuke Slateport's new years festival. Things had never been the same since then. The status quo always seemed so... fragile. Like a broken coffee mug handle held together by cheap glue.

Just one careless tug, and...

Snap.

Shatter.

Even still, the royal had always assumed this fragility wouldn't seep past the borders of Hoenn. It was a symptom of this region's various extraordinary happenings, after all. And, though he'd warned the United Regions Coalition that it could extend to their respective territories, he'd never actually believed it in full... until now.

He certainly didn't hold as much love for Galar as was expected of its heir apparent. But, nevertheless, it was still his home. His people. And he couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that this was somehow his fault. If this was truly the 'Darkest Day', then he should have done better to prevent it... the ORDER OF OBSCURA needed better.

"The meteor..."

The prince repeats in a mutter, recalling the events of the soiree at the observatory. Though steeped in thought (and a tinge of horror) for a moment, he snaps out of it before long, and casually checks their surroundings with a quick pass of his eyes. When he's sure no one is eavesdropping, he props his elbows on his knees and leans in.

"I'll press for more information about it in Galar," He whispers. "Just understand that we aren't the only interested party when it comes to the 'Darkest Day'. Be careful out there..." Eyes shift back to luka chêne and, when they meet, the dour look on his face immediately brightens into a smile. He even throws in a small wave to give the impression that everything was okay.

"I've assembled a select group of... individuals, to root out these competitors. Aside from that, I've been in discussions with the leaders of other regions in regards to establishing a military base in Hoenn. Perhaps we can shoot this threat out of the sky before it ever touches ground..." He adds, turning back to Mars.

"I trust you'll be following your own leads soon?"

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