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Post by Nako on Jun 28, 2009 19:29:12 GMT -5
 He'd only sent his request to see Donnie yesterday. He hadn't expected such a quick response. Standing in front of his apartment's mirror, he ran a comb through his mane. He'd been especially careful to bathe this morning in the communal bathing room, scrubbing his fur from head to toe. He'd even put in a special powder to soak up his Bog stink, at least for a few hours. He wanted to look, and smell, his best. As he walked through the hallways, he kept his head high, trying to maintain a sense of pride in himself, and confidence. He needed to be as calm and competent as possible, and that meant -not- freaking out. People looked at in the hallways. He wondered how many, if any of them, knew what he sought out to do today. In a way, he hoped they did.. but if he failed... well, that would just be embarrassing. Coming up to the door, he drew in a quick breath, a noisy one because of his mask. Well, there was no turning back now. Lifting up his long fingered hand, he rapped on the door carefully with his knuckles. |
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Post by Greenie on Jul 2, 2009 14:39:32 GMT -5
 Vessatha was thoroughly enjoying herself in Donnie's office. Large, swanky chair the wolverine could sit in while in her bipedal, solid oak desk with a nice finish, and some very nice pens she was happily trying not to break. She could get used to this. Alas, she only ordered such chairs, she didn't sit in them. She'd probably develop back problems from such things.. stools were much better for her posture anyways. She smirked and settled back into the chair, waiting for Mikael to make his entrance. Donnie had decided she'd be taking the quest after Mikael had sent his notice, so told him to come to her office; thus, Vessatha convinced Donnie that she simply had to be in said office when the boy came. It would be far too much work to send a note, or wait for him outside of it. Far too much. Indeed. Yup. When it sounded like someone was taking a dying breath she frowned at the door, then heard the knock. Well. It was time to see if her scaring abilities were sufficient enough for the Court of Spades. "Come in." She called out, then waited for him to enter before she started her explanation. It might be a bit odd seeing her sit in Donnie's chair.. |
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Post by Nako on Aug 9, 2009 13:26:16 GMT -5
Mikael came in, very much expecting to see the face of Donnie in whichever form she had decided to take. He had gotten used to that idea in his mind, had prepared himself mentally for it. He hadn't even been able to pick up on the different voice behind the wooden door before opening it and walking in.
The lad made a funny noise behind his mask, one of surprise and some unintelligible syllable that might have been some surprised curse had he not stifled it. He gave a bit of a gasp, putting a long-fingered paw to his chest.
"Oh... oh goodness.... Scared me.. to death.. Your Exc...Excellency." He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath.
So, why the hell was Vessatha sitting in Donnie's chair. Well, the two of them were like two peas in a pod, so he assumed either the stress had finally gotten to the ferret and she'd went nutty, or there was some logical explanation as to why she was sitting in the office of the Queen. Gathering himself, he smoothed down his fur and spoke with a more level tone. "What can I do for you, Your Excellency?"
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Post by Greenie on Aug 10, 2009 15:06:18 GMT -5
Vessatha wanted to grin at his physical reaction, she really did; instead, she kept her mouth straight and slowly raised an eyebrow. She rose the other eyebrow at his stuttered comment. "Clearly," the ferret responded slowly, watching the hybrid's thoughts and emotions practically flicker across his face.
What could he do for her? He really had no idea why she was there. She stayed silent for a few moments, debating on how to respond. Outright tell him she was giving him his quest? No, that would be boring. Perhaps she would just hint at it. "What can you do for me?" Vessatha put in another lengthy pause to let him simmer over it. "You are here for a purpose, yes? Generally appointments are not scheduled to waste our time." She met his gaze steadily, waiting to see if he spouted off his real reason for showing up in Donnie's office or if he would try to bullshit her.
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Post by Nako on Aug 10, 2009 15:13:35 GMT -5
What a bitch. Leave it up to her to take everything and twist it around into some snarky comment. He could only guess how emotionally stunted both she and her entire family was. Sometimes he wondered if she showed affection by punching people in the face.
"Well, I suppose you have answered my question." He added, speaking slowly as to keep the bite from his voice. Sure, she ranked him even know, even if he didn't entirely know just how much at that point... but after having to deal with this woman for weeks, he couldn't always force himself to simper at her feet. "But considering the nature of my being here, and the fact that you are here... the question may very well still be applicable, unless the Queen has left you with a rather specific instruction about my Jack quest."
"Well... What can I do for you, then... Your Excellency?"
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Post by Greenie on Aug 10, 2009 15:29:14 GMT -5
Vessatha blinked at him for a moment, trying to decipher if he'd made a point anywhere in there. Was she scaring him that badly, or was he that angry? It was hard to tell with this particular boy. "She has." She said shortly, her hand absently going to the drawer she'd stuffed several pieces of parchment into.
The ferret pulled two blank pieces out and set them on the desk, facing him, along with one that was obviously a letter. "I suggest you sit." Vessatha stated mildly, not particularly caring if he did or not. If he wanted to write standing, that was his own problem.
"The Court of Clubs has requested we help them with their architecture, as we have, off and on, borrowed one of their Jacks to help us with our gardens. With the recent change of hands we do not have the time nor the manpower to fulfill this request. You are to compose and scribe a reply that politely turns down their request without offending Anoushka. You have one hour."
She pushed a cup of quills and a bottle of ink towards him, stood up, and walked out of the room without giving him a chance to ask any questions. The letter was in front of him, and he had enough knowledge of politics to be able to handle one simple reply. The trick was that she had only left him two sheets, meaning he had little room for mistakes, be they in wording or in scribing. The ferret also didn't tell him that simply scribing the letter was not the completion of his quest; Anoushka's response would be the true teller of whether or not he has passed.
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Post by Nako on Aug 10, 2009 16:04:29 GMT -5
What? No quip? No snarky comment? He stared on suspiciously as she told him her 'suggestion', sitting down with a quick movement as he listened intently to what she had to say.
And he didn't exactly like what he heard. Shit.
All in all, he was glad that she left. He sure a shit didn't want to sit there and have to write this thing while she was still in the room. Something told him that her ever judging gaze would have burrowed straight through his head if given enough time.
Hm.
Jotting down ideas, he sorted out what was in his head on a single sheet; it was a risky move, but it was better to make his rough draft and be sure of what the final one was going to say instead of flying blind trying to conserve paper. The chances of him just screwing up on the first one was high. An hour? That didn't give him much time at all. Jot jot jot. Jotting down ideas came easily. Pleasantry this. Excuse that. He was used to writing reply letters turning down people for meetings, but none of them were quite as important as this particular person.
Finally, after writing it's obligatory 'dear so-and-so' or appropriate thing of that nature which the player themselves cannot really articulate correctly... He began to delve into the meat of the letter, writing with a trained, long fingered hand.
It is difficult when one must ask for help. It is harder still, to admit when one is unable to extend help to their allies. The Court of Clubs deserves the Spades best... but sadly, our best can barely be extended to ourselves. At present, any help we could send, we find would be wholly insufficient to what our allies deserve. Humbly, we must ask your understanding in our situation in that we cannot currently deploy any of our members as we require all of our staff on site. When we are once again at strength, the Court of Spades will be honored to fulfill this favor. Now though, is not the right time, for any neglect in our Courts will trickle down only to be an impediment on who we request help from at present.
Our most gracious thanks for your understanding in advance,
Not the best. No.. he should have had an entire day to finish this. Then again, that was the point of a Quest, wasn't it? To be out of the norm? To be difficult. Glancing nervously up at the clock, his time was up.
He stamped the Spades seal at the very bottom as a signature.
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Post by Greenie on Aug 10, 2009 16:39:59 GMT -5
Vessatha went about her business for the next hour, most of which involved cleaning up her office. There were papers everywhere, a leftover plate of.. something.. that was definitely going to the kitchens. The chairs needed to have the fur cleaned off... why did she want white chairs when her fur was red, anyways? Before she knew it her timer went off, and it was time to see how Mikael had done.
She entered the room without any knocking or announcement, slid the papers away from him, and inclined her brow at him. "You will be contacted when Anoushka replies. You may go." She sat down in Donnie's chair again - so comfortable! - and stacked the papers in a neat pile, watching him instead of reading his reply. She'd do that after he left; there was no need for him to see her reaction. To pass the time while he worked on leaving, she took the quills he had used and busied herself cleaning them of excess ink.
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Post by Nako on Aug 10, 2009 23:12:22 GMT -5
Oh, this was just going to be a terrible wait. He made half a move to clean up his mess, but Vessatha made it clear that she'd rather him leave. Hesitating for only a moment as she sat down, he finally relented and left the room without a word. It was out of his hands now, and he'd probably not want to be around when she read it. At least she didn't make him sit there as she scoffed at his every sentence. now that he was thinking about it, the letter sounded more and more disasterous to him.
Perhaps he should go finish up some paperwork.. or take up drinking. Yeah, that sounded like a good one. Perhaps he'd be able to just stay drunk during his free time so he wouldn't have to deal with the anxiety. Then again.. the hangovers would probably be relentless. His general dislike for alcohol didn't do much for his alcohol tolerance. Oh boy.
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