WHO: Komui Lee, The Black Order (exorcists, generals, scientists)
WHAT: The Supervisor calls a meeting to discuss their part in the upcoming war.
WHERE: Temporary headquarters.
WHEN: Early evening/late afternoon.
He was fidgeting, jittery. Even five cups of Reever's tea could not calm him down. The Queen's announcement had definitely put a spin on things. Komui knew his decision was not to be accepted with open arms. He knew the deep division the Black Order was already experiencing. Exorcists out into the city, losing touch of reality, and where they are from. Getting involved with other people, striking up friendships, breaking away from their home and organization and cause. Even mingling with the Noah, and though Komui liked to keep an open mind about things, this was unacceptable. Dangerous even.
It was either side with the Queen, or with a God King who had nearly taken the life of some of his men, and innocent people. He did not like her just as much as anyone else in the house, but they must tackle down one enemy at a time. They'll deal with her after Zikhadhara is done with.
Komui was in the living room of headquarters, sitting down in a velvet, red armchair by the fireplace with a cup of tea and saucer in his hands. If he were lucky, people might actually show up.