(sorry yall not feeling that great lately)

Grian looked to the doors, the faint outline of the player receding. He knew it was Xisuma, the outline of his armor is unique. Chuckling, the Prime Admin uprighting the empty bookshelf he knocked down.

"It worked, he's going away." Grian grabbed a file of papers, pushing the glasses further up his nose.

"Just aesthetic, you say?" Libra muttered, adjusting her silky robes. Grian gave a smug smirk. She took the papers from Grian as they walked towards the door, fixing the olive leaf crown on her head. Grian had one too, but it would be useless with his hood on. Prime Admins were supposed to wear them daily, but that rule has fallen over the past decades.

"Yes, my glasses are just aesthetic," Grian said, holding the door open for Libra and walking out behind her. Libra shook her head, fully knowing that was a lie. Grian pulled the hood over his head as they made their way down the empty halls. The way he positioned the hood allowed someone to see the bottom of the glasses if they were sitting on the tip of his nose.

As the Prime Admins stepped foot into the hall with the meeting room, the clock struck twelve, sending a loud bell noise echoing through the HeadQuarters. They only had to go through one more meeting, then they were done for the day.

They pushed the large doors open. Natural light flooded the dark torch-lit halls, but quickly disappeared as the doors closed behind the duo.

The admins stood up, only to lean forwards and into a deep bow. The Primes nodded, allowing the admins to sit back down. They took a seat at the head of the large table, their gazes brushing over everyone. The admins were frozen, the magic radiating off the Primes more powerful than the years before.

Libra gave a gentle smile as Grian slightly shook his head. No one is supposed to fear the two, but with the mystery and secrecy that surrounds them, the others can't help it.

Libra started with her normal introduction speech: introducing the Primes, then going down the table and listing each admin's name, and finally, a summary of what they'll be discussing. This year, everyone was on time; there was no wait time.

As the meeting went on, Grian crossed his arms and sat back. Like every year, he let Libra do all the talking. In the presence of other admins, he never uttered a word that could give away his voice. Maybe a grunt or hum here and there, but never words.

Anyone could recognize Grian voice, it was distinct and relatively high-pitched. The fact that he's well-known as a builder outside of admin business is probably the leading factor. Sure, it's possible to change his voice, but Grian figured not talking would be the easiest solution.

During most of the meeting, the majority of the admins paid attention. It wasn't hard to focus, barely anyone has seen the Prime Admins in person besides these meetings.

Grian's eyes landed on Xisuma. He was looking directly at the Prime, although quite subtly. Due to the hood, the bee didn't know they were making eye contact. Grian smirked, knowing his mouth was visible. Xisuma paled behind his black visor and directed his gaze to the table.

After three hours of information dumping and gathering, the meeting was over as the clock rang three times. In the end, papers were scattered across the table, random items were buried in the mess, and bottles of water thankfully did not spill.

"Anyone wish to challenge us?" Libra asked. Silence. "Questions?" After waiting a few moments, Libra and Grian stood up in unison. "In that case, you're dismissed." As the Primes turned and walked away, the admins hesitantly got up. They broke out into small conversations, discussing the material that was presented. Occasionally, the admins turned their gaze to the retreating Primes, in hopes that one of them, somehow, might accidentally slip the second Prime's name or voice.

It never happens.

As the Primes got to the door, Libra's communicator rang. She looked at the caller and answered with slightly narrowed eyes.

"High ranked meeting just ended... did you get caught?" A pause. "Good. Can't afford another exposure." Grian tilted his head to the side, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as Libra took her call. She paused as the other person fed her information in hushed tones. Her eyebrows furrowed the longer they explained. Suddenly, Libra's eyes widened in shock. "Really? Send it to my inventory right now. Quickly, don't get caught." Her inventory popped with new items. "Thank you, you'll be rewarded when you come back. Stay safe, don't get caught." The Prime Admin ended the call and shoved the communicator into her inventory.

She gestured for Grian to follow her. Both Primes walked through the vacant halls, Libra basically dragging Grian to the office.

"I have to get back to Hermitcraft," Grian groaned as they entered the office.

"Yes, I know, but this is actually important." Libra closed the doors and almost skipped to her desk. Grian followed her with a frown.

"What now?" Grian asked, cracking his neck with a wince. Libra's lips twitched upwards as she pulled a thick pile of papers out of her inventory. "Ew, paperwork." She chuckled as she plopped it onto her desk.

With a smirk, Libra said, "No, it's not just paperwork, it's highly classified information."

(*sigh* i promise itll get more interesting.)