Lost In Time[DISCOUNTINUED]

II ~ Overlooked

(Grian POV)

Another day of collecting resources gone. Why do you need so much sand and gravel to make concrete? Two of the most grindy materials in the world. Now I'm ready for a long, relaxing, nap.

*ding*

...

*ding*

What's this about?

(Viyan) Where are you?
               The meeting starts in half an hour!
                                                                                                       What meeting?  (You)
(Viyan) Just get here soon.
              You need to be here.
                                                                             And why do I need to be there? (You)
(Viyan) You know exactly why!
               So please come.
                                                                                                             Fineeeeeeeee (You)

Why must I go to meetings?
Oh, right.
I'm one of the Prime Admins.
Great.

I pick up my communicator, and press the 'Players Hub' button. I'm greeted with the glorious structure that is the Players Hub. All the portals that lead to each and every world, shining bright purple.

Once in the Players Hub, I start walking down the well-known path to my personal home. Here, I live in a small cottage, not far from the Portal Room. Once inside, I change into the black hoodie I usually wear during these meetings.

My normal red jumper covers the blue admin mark that has always been engraved upon my hand. The black hoodie does not. Instead, I have to wear gloves to conceal the mark. After all, nobody can know what you are.

Once I have finished changing, I find my communicator once again. This time, I click the 'Admin Hall' button. I am whisked away to the beautiful room that Admins hold their meetings in. This room is massive, with tall, quartz pillars lining the walls. Only Admins can access this room, as people without the mark will find it impossible to enter. That feature allows us to have meetings, without the constant interruptions of Watchers.

I find Viyan waiting for me outside our private room. She is wearing one of the official Prime Admin robes. These robes are pure white, and have the blue Admin mark hidden under the collar. Any Watcher or Admin mark must be kept hidden.

"You're late."

"I had to change into this. The less people know about me, the better."

"Very true. Did you forget about the meeting today?"

"Forget? Psh, no. I just lost track of time."

"Surrrrrre."

"Ok, fine. Maybe I did forget. Although that's besides the point. What exactly are we having a meeting about?"

"Just the annual meeting we have each year. Making sure everyone is alive and well."

"Right, that one. The boring one."

"But necessary."

We walk into the room, making sure to lock the door. Once this door is locked, no sounds come in, and no sounds go out. We have a question chat about the meeting, before we decide to finally start it.

As we walk out into the hall, the newbies start to question why 'some random guy' is walking next to the Prime. You could almost hear the older recruits restraint laughter.

Viyan starts the meeting, as she always does. The less I talk, the less likely people are to recognize me. Viyan can easily change her appearance for long periods of time, whereas I cannot. It doesn't seem to be a problem on any of the servers, only in here and... that other place.

These meetings are incredibly boring, to the point where I end up tuning out most of it. I think back to about an hour ago, when I had just been reminded of this meeting. In my rush to make it here, I had completely forgotten to cover up my absence. Normally, when players leave their server, they tell the Admin of said server that they are leaving. For all players, this is routine. Boy, will X be suspicious of me...

As Viyan finishes up her part, I stand up to start reciting mine.
"As many of you know, part of this annual meeting is the 'Test for the Prime'.
This test is open to anyone of four year service or higher. If you are not of year four, but believe you could defeat Viyan or myself in battle, please rise and name who you would like to try an defeat. Everyone else can let Storm or Xisuma know they are willing to try the Test for the Prime. Storm and Xisuma are of nine year service, which is the highest rank, besides Prime. They can continue to serve further than nine years, but after nine we stop counting."

That is all I am normally able to say, with my voice unrecognizable. I look up to see if anyone decided to stand. For the first time, nobody has. Not a single soul decided to stand up and try to defeat a Prime. Weird.

The rest of the meeting continued as normal. As soon as the meeting is over, I head back to the private room. Once inside, I teleport back to my cottage. I finish changing, and exit the cottage in an attempt to make it back to the Players Hub. Xisuma is standing right outside, seemingly waiting for me.

"Where have you been?"

"I- ah- I-"

*ding*

In sync, we look down at our communicators.

(Taurtis joined the game)