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Post by Greenie on Jul 2, 2009 14:33:56 GMT -5
Vessatha feigned a heavy sigh. "I suppose someone else would just let them have parties and be merry and have fun. None of the sheets would ever get changed." She snorted. She hadn't really expected otherwise. "Multitasking I can handle. If you give me all the pathetic, sniveling whiny high-and-mighty diplomats, though, we're going to go out of business." The ferret replied with a solemn nod. Some of the other Courts had interesting choices in inter-court diplomats..
"That, and if he blotches his ink he'll have to rewrite it until it's perfect. I don't want to hear Anoushka cackling because it's messy." Vessa grumbled, having had several experiences with the senile old woman. They got along, if marginally. It wasn't precisely a respect kind of get a long, but a "let's not start a war because we're both cranky" get a long. "I think I'll get out the good parchment.. you had that brand new seal he worked up put on it, didn't you?"
She smirked, and nodded. "I'll do my best."
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 7, 2009 0:14:55 GMT -5
"Gods save us from dirty sheets," Donnie agreed solemnly, still smirking. Talking with the woman could be so damned fun sometimes. "The diplomats I'll continue to deal with, and probably start foisting off onto Zane in some cases. The man was raised by the Queen of Diamonds, after all, and he was raised in business. He's probably used to handling those personalities whether he wants to or not." The bird had been doing so well on the accounts and now that the most grueling task of organizing them was complete... keeping them up to date was slightly less of a hassle. He could do with more stress so that she could focus more attention on other things.
Ah, the magic of delegation. She had only recently learned of its potent efficiency.
"I don't know much about the testy old wolf, so I'll trust you on that one. The seal should be in place on the newer batches, ones received last month and onward. Do your best... and have fun. Just don't send him screaming if you don't have to. Ideally, he'll be able to handle it." Because they both knew damn well that the help would be welcome. He did a lot, but as a titled noble... there were even more tasks he could be 'encouraged' to take on.
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Post by Greenie on Aug 10, 2009 16:50:39 GMT -5
Vessatha returned, not that same day, but a few days later with several sheets in hand. She knocked on the door and entered when she was invited in. She didn't immediately sit, but instead began organizing the papers into three piles on Donnie's desk.
"The original letter from Anoushka, Mikael's reply, and Anoushka's reply. He passed. I haven't told him yet." The ferret stated, then gingerly sat in one of the chairs, letting the unspoken "I really can't tell him since I can't raise his rank" settle on it's own. She paused, then enumerated on Mikael's success, since she really had nothing else to talk about. "I'm sure Anoushka is wondering who our new letter-answerer is, as his reply was obviously green. He wasn't very subtle in informing her we don't have any people to send. But he got the job done, and she was only mildly amused, not offended."
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 29, 2009 6:56:55 GMT -5
Tucking away a letter to her mother that she'd been working on, Donnie called to the door and watched as Vessatha swung her way in. The woman didn't just walk, not with a body that long. She sort of swayed with each step so that she didn't bump into herself. It was interesting to watch.
Wolverines just sort of barelled their way through life when they weren't paying attention.
She reached for the pile of papers and settled them closer, not bothering to look at them yet. She could do that later, once she was alone again in her office. "I'm glad you didn't scare him away. Not that he scares that easily with a mother like his, but still. The fact that he's willing to take up the title will make things a little easier around here. Relieve some of the crunch and all that." Smirking, she tapped her fingers on the wood of the desk for a few seconds. "I suppose I don't need to tell you that you have the rank and title for keeps. Sorry that you won't be 'the' King, but you'd have to fight your son for it. Mud wrestling or something. Not that we all wouldn't pay to see it, mind, if only to watch the man yelp."
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Post by Greenie on Sept 6, 2009 20:02:00 GMT -5
Vessatha smiled pleasantly, but it was the sort of smile that held a hint of evil to come in it. "I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm the devil, but you're supposed to hate your boss at least once in your life, right?" She nodded in agreement. She was not a paperwork person. Not by any means. Vessatha was a bonafide go out and do things person.
The ferret grinned, mostly in relief. She'd been wondering if there was some sort of hidden second-task or catch she'd have to go through.. it was nice that there wasn't. Much less complicated. The ferret shrugged, not overly concerned with her specific title, then paused. "Actually... I thought Mia was going to come in for his Queen quest... he hasn't yet? Procrastinator. Not that I'm against mud wrestling him for it, though, mind you. Better yet, could I pay Chris to substitute for me? That'd be way more fun to watch."
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 27, 2009 8:40:22 GMT -5
"Between us and his family, I doubt he's going to be able to look at a woman without wincing one of these days," Donnie agreed, smirk remaining firmly in place. He was a sturdy young man. He would take it, and he would deal. That's how he'd survived so long as her personal assistant, and she would expect even more out of him now that he had the official title to back him up. "I'll see about raising his rank myself later today. He can take the good news from me. That way you get to stay 'bad cop'."
Her question caught the wolverine off-guard and she paused, expression going from evilly amused to honestly startled. "What, you mean he's coming in... soon? This soon? Huh. I hadn't thought he was ready yet. No one tells me these things." Not that she had much right to know before his own mother did. Heh. "Well, I'll have to think up something suitably devious and amusing for him. Possibly involving that... aggravating... lover of his." She wished there were a better adjective that wouldn't get her in trouble so that she could use it on a more regular and public basis. Definitely did not like the Esterberry.
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Post by Greenie on Oct 27, 2009 17:39:13 GMT -5
Vessatha snickered; at this rate, they were going to make the poor boy hate his own mother. Briefly she wondered if he had any sisters, but figured they'd probably beat him up as a small child and probably were at the root of whatever fear problems he had. Ah, well. He hadn't met Saethre yet, so he wasn't totally insane.
She exhaled gustily. "Bad cop? Why do I always have to be the bad cop? I'd really like to try playing the axe-murderer or the madman scientist one of these days, being the bad cop gets boring after a while.." She trailed off, one eyebrow raised questionably at Donnie.
Her mood raised considerably when she realized she'd just spilled something monumental on her Queen - completely on accident. That was totally the best way to spill secrets. "Well I didn't specifically ask, but I went over to beat him up over something or another and he was in some in-depth conversation with the nerd about it and I made some assumptions. That was weeks ago, though; I would have figured he'd have mentioned it to you by now." She shrugged, smirking. The boy was going to have to speak up now. "Are you sure you really want to have more contact with the dog? His mere presence is lowering our IQs point by point; coming into purposeful direct contact with him could cause irreversible damage, Donnie." The ferret replied with a scarily straight face, her expression a mask of distaste.
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 21, 2009 10:21:20 GMT -5
"If you get the outfits then I'm sure that crazy thing you mated with will be more than happy to play with you, if your children's stories are to be believed," Donnie responded in a dry, amused tone of voice. The mental pictures were utterly hilarious.
As was the thought of an Esterberry giving her brain damage by association. She tried to hold a straight face on that one, but it had been left field enough that she couldn't quite manage. Her voice only wavered a little bit when she spoke. "I appreciate your concern, Vessie. As my new King, it's good of you to look out for me like this. Shows initiative. But if I can't handle him for the good of the suit, well... who can? I'll be doing this for all of us. For you. For me. For Mia. For that gooey little thing he popped out." And then she just couldn't hold it in anymore and degenerated into a series of half-aborted snorting snickers.
Damn, it was nice to have a friend in the workplace.
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Post by Greenie on Jan 2, 2010 0:07:44 GMT -5
The ferret didn't comment, but instead gave Donnie a leering grin that left little to question as to what she was imagining. Or.. what she'd already done. Some questions were best left unanswered.. or not even asked in the first place.
She smirked when Donnie simply agreed with her statements. Poor Christopher. He was never going to exist in peace in Spades. She nodded along with all of the "fors," but could only stare in bemusement at her Queen at the last statement. "Gooey little thing?" She choked out, caught between amusement and disbelief. "Watch it now, those are my genes you're talking about there. At least, down deep in the kid.. somewhere.. are my genes. I'm certainly not gooey. And I don't have weird things sprouting out of me like freako-boy. I take no responsibility for any of the weird crap." Vessie replied with a shrug. "Admit it, he's kind of cute in a bizarre way. If you ignore the excess of canine in him." She grinned.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 3, 2010 21:33:57 GMT -5
The ferret's reaction made Donnie snort in amusement and lean forward. "Easier to think that the goo comes from something outside of your genes entirely, especially considering that none of your other children look like piles of sticky jello. Considering all of the things Mia's gotten himself into, it's a wonder the boy didn't turn out even stranger than that."
She leaned back, likewise grinning. "Oh yes, if I ignore the excess canine, the bizarre goo, and the undeniable maleness of him, he's far cuter. But that wouldn't be at all fair to his darling Mummy and Daddy, now would it? They gave him all of those wonderful gifts. Who am I to deny their presence? I do hope Mummy gets his head out of his ass and approaches me with that soon, though. I have a million and one more jobs that I can give him. Then I can foist some of his runoff onto you. Won't that be fun?"
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