[DISCONTINUED] The Strings of Time

"Alright, so that concludes this year's meeting. Any questions?" Libra asked, her amber eyes gazing around the room for a raised hand. The admins collectively shook their heads, slowly gathering up the notepads and pens that were scattered across the table.

"None?" A pause of silence took over the room.

"Good, you all are dismissed." Libra announced. The admins started silently filing out of the room, some claiming that they had to go do some work on their servers or to go take a nap. The rest of the admins stayed back to quietly chat among themselves, the once silent room now filled with hushed voices, with the occasional chuckle here and there.

The two Prime Admins swiftly got up and left the room silently, taking along the papers as their cloaks fluttered behind them. The two quickly slipped out of the meeting room, walking swiftly down the hallway, making a series of turns before going into an office-like room.

Libra sat down in an armchair, sighing as she fiddled with the ends of her hair. Xelqua made his way over to a cabinet, taking out a key to unlock it. He pulled out a file and placed the papers from the meeting inside, putting the file back in neatly in the cabinet. He rummaged through the files, before taking out one labelled with a purple tag.

"So... do we have to go to this meeting?" Xelqua complained, taking a seat across from her. He put down the file on the coffee table in front of them, crossing his arms over his chest, puffing out his bottom lip just the slightest bit.

"Obviously, you big baby." Libra huffed in amusement, rolling her eyes as she slowly stood up, grabbing the file. "Come on, we don't want to keep them waiting any longer."

"Did you just call me a... big baby?" He dramatically gasped, placing a hand over his heart, his hood falling off his head as his sandy hair flopped onto his eyes. She shook her head, letting out a small chuckle and walked ahead of Xelqua, a blank face forming across her face as her jet black hair whips behind her, making her way towards the door. Her cloak fluttered slightly, revealing the neatly tucked white wings on her back of her black shirt underneath the cloak. 

Xelqua let out a soft grumble as he follows Libra, brushing his hair out of his eyes before locking the door behind them. He pulled his hood back up over his head, making sure that anything that could be used to identify him was covered up.

They made their way down the hallways, admins nervously staring at them as they passed by, whispering quietly to each other; the two Prime Admins paid no mind, but the occasional glance from them would hush their chattering.

The constant twist and turns of the stone hallways made it look like an endless maze, the further the two went, the emptier it was. The sounds of the flames roaring from the torches softened, the light creating an eerie glow as their aura seemed to shine brighter. They made a sharp turn and stopped in front of a mossy stone-brick door, Xelqua muttering some Galactic in a hushed tone.

The door clicked, as it slowly moved ajar, exposing a room that looked so old but well kept. The color drapes that hung lazily were dull and faded, but the strings that kept it together still held strong. The 8 tier Purpura admins (3rd), the 4 Tier Argentum (2nd) admins and the 6 Watchers that were seated at the quartz table quickly stood and greeted the two Primes.

Xelqua and Libra nodded in return, taking their seats at the front of the table, placing the purple labelled file down on the table.

And so, the meeting began.

~time skip brought to you by a sneezing Xisuma and my procrastination!~

Xisuma paced back and forth in the server hub, purple particles swirling near the server portals. He was in front of the portal labelled "Hermitcraft."