At nightfall they congregated and by moonlight no less. However Chernobyl hadn’t done much in the way of contributing to the Plague or a least as much as she would have liked. But she came just the same, working her way in amongst the crowd and knowing that only more would come. Psyche was there, as assumed, standing tall before them like the proud matriarch that she was. She was beautiful dressed in a coat of pure shadow that glistened in shades of deep purple and blue. Whatever she said was still lost to her though because as far as Chernobyl was concerned, she had no real idea what the hell was going on. She was supposed to be a spy, right? Or whatever connotation came with being a “spy”…

She still couldn’t tell you what it meant.

However, everyone else seemed to have a pretty solid idea of what was going on. A white canine stood a few spaces ahead of her and while Chernobyl wasn’t sure how she felt about his species, she listened to him just the same. Some threat to capture a mare called Angora had her even more confused than before, but what really gave her nerves a jolt were the plans that Psyche spoke of. Domination? Supremacy? Were they words that she could relate to these “steps” the mare spoke of? If so, she decided that they had about as much in common as a fruit and a vegetable- at least they were both edible. She would do whatever was asked of her to please her elegant lead but she had decided that after such an inspiring speech, she would have to seek council with the infamous Psyche once more.

There was so very much to discuss.

Some of the members appeared to be level-headed while others seemed quite brash. Chernobyl would be none of these as she hadn’t anything to say. It was enough for her to be here, for her to listen. She would not pretend to understand their glories until she sought further guidance from the brains behind this well-oiled machine. But if she intended to work under the Plague as a supremacist, then it was about time she got her ass in gear. The first thing she needed to look into was becoming a sleuth or wraith or whatever it was that she needed to be in order to assist in capturing this “Angora”. Of course, this still required Psyche’s approval which probably shouldn’t be approached in the midst of such a meeting.

It seemed as if all of her questions were things that would have to be discussed aside and she had no problem waiting for such a time. After all, this was her moment to shine as Psyche had promised. She hoped that she would stick to her former words because if not, then it was safe to say that Chernobyl could be putting her time and rather lackluster effort into something entirely more worth her time. Maybe it was the negative part of her ego that spoke so darkly of her intentions, but at least it was giving her some answers for once.

"Talk talk talk."