"Thanks for coming, Alfred, dear," the creepy guy was smiling. "Lukas, if you'd be so kind as to go on ahead and assemble the members," the quiet man who had brought Al here nodded and slipped away. "I really hadn't expected you to come."

"I really probably shouldn't have, Iggy's gonna be so mad at me when he finds me," Alfred sighed.

"Hm, I doubt it," the man smiled. "He obviously cares about you. More so than the average man should about a pet rabbit, but we'll see," Alfred followed him down various corridors and hallways. He was totally lost. "Do you like being human?" Romania asked.

"Sometimes, it's way different than being a bunny. Thankfully I still have my ears, otherwise I'd be completely lost," Alfred pulled off his hat and rubbed an ear.

"Ah, so they actually work. Both pair?"

"Yeah, I suppose so, I mean, I only hear the one sound, but it's like I can pull it apart, I can hear the different parts of it. It's way cooler than having just rabbit ears!" Alfred laughed.

"Amazing," Romania opened a door and walked into a room. It was an average sized room, with a rather varied group sitting at the table, but all of them were impressive in their own regards. There was an air about them that commanded attention, but Alfred was sure that if they wanted to disappear, it'd be off like a switch. "Alfred, I'd like you to meet the Society," Alfred smiled.

"Uh, hi?" Alfred scratched his head, not quite sure what to do.

"It's a privilege to be here, very few, if any, get to meet the whole assembly," Romania smirked. "You were called in, because they wanted to examine you." Alfred raised an eyebrow.

"Not like, by touching me or anything, right?" He asked.

"Not at all," Romania laughed. "These are men of magic, they don't need to touch to find things out." A dark, curly haired man stepped forward. He was wearing a suite and had a slight stubble.

"Hello, Alfred. We are sorry if there was any confusion about our attempts of communication. As you can understand, secret societies must be kept a secret, so we can't just give out our names or anything, but we're testing your owner, Arthur to see if he qualifies to join our ranks. Usually this is a test where the inductee must follow a specific set of rules without question and upon successful completion they enter the fold, but Arthur is a stubborn man," The guy smiled in a friendly way, the laugh lines crinkling.

"Yeah, I know that," Alfred nodded.

"He's a very solitary man, and he's very good at what he does. We think he'd fit right in, but we needed a way to get him to focus on it, so we have a proposition for you to try and help Mr. Kirkland along just a little bit faster..."


So when I think of the Society, I picture a group of people that are in the magic industry, but instead of them being just simply amazingly awesome con artists, they can actually do real magic. It's like a clique within a clique. There the super popular people, like Houdini... or Penn and Teller. X3

That kinda sounds like a conspiracy. And total BS. XD

I guess it doesn't help that I just watched Now You See Me. :P