He was late. But that was okay. There were many things, it could be said, that Cadogan Abaraxas obsessed over, although that wasn't exactly the word he used, but the point of the matter was that time was not something like blood or magic. It wasn't life-sustaining or in any way important. As a member of a society that could turn back the hands of time itself to turn death into a form of life again, why should time be an issue of worry?
So he cleaned every speck of blood from his laboratory, the sickly sweet smell of a bleaching substance clinging in the air. When all was silver and white again without a hint of crimson, Cadogan pulled off his mask with a small, crooked smile of content. Taking to his separate, personal office of sorts, the work scuffed clothes became a two piece violet suit, a black cravat and tail coat. It had better look as though he had at least made an effort after being so late.
And what better time than being late than to take a test run of a new extracted magic. Teleportation. He found the small, dark cylinder and clicking his fingers sharply, the gold tendrils manifested from the very, very slight crevice and connected to his bare forearm once his sleeved from rolled up to his elbow. Feeling no pain from the high energy, Cadogan inhaled sharply through his teeth, the mental sensation enough for him. Fixing himself, he focused his energy and thoughts on the mansion. He'd been there, one or twice and to his knowledge, that's all you needed. Bathed in light, Cadogan felt his mass, his matter completely dissolve and the speed and rush that followed. Indescribable. Both something very intriguing as it was utterly frustrating.
When he was whole again, Cadogan's heart was thundering, but he betrayed no exhilaration in his expression. He was in the front hall. Some servants jumped at his sudden arrival and he simply caught one with his eye. The small girl did not dare look away. Cadogan raised his eyebrow and scowled very softly, his speech similar, "To Anise. Now." He clicked his tongue, not wasting his breath on too many words for this child. The frightened servant nodded, shaking as she turned and lead him to the dining hall. She curtsied and scurried out, eyes hazed with terrified tears. He smirked. He had to admit. Even he had to blow off steam by playing now and again.
"Apologies for the late arrival, Anise. Work was particularly arduous." he smiled coolly, taking his the seat to your right, fingers gliding to fix any vermilion hairs out of place.
"The opulence is.. Charming if a little, pedestrian."