SHE DOES REALISE THERE'S SOMETHING OF A WAR GOING ON, DOESN'T SHE?
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EVEN WORKING CLOCKS FAILED TWICE A DAY, it seemed. Sherman had waited in her superior's office for two hours past the time he tended to wake. Nevertheless, she pressed on, schedule being unimpeded akin to a miracle, leaving the Council Member's office with a sealed pack of documents that she had hoped to let him see first. But someone had to see it, and fast. First however, a smoke.
Sherman had only interacted with the Vampire Council Member on a handful of occasions, almost all of them in a professional and formal manner. How fortunate for her, that just one cigarette could make selective detailed recall of memory too difficult to fall into.
Two knocks in rapid succession, anything more was impropriety, plain and simple. "Mr. Ankokku, sir. Frightfully sorry to interrupt, but there's a pressing matter I've been tasked to deliver. And you're the only Council Member currently not indisposed, shall we say." she added curtly.
[attr="class","muse-text"] Every day was a long day but today seemed to top the cake. Intruders in his home and the antics of council work. The Vampire was dressed in his usual formal attire and his office looked pristine as always. Nothing left haphazardly, his three chairs properly aligned in front of his desk, tomes and references sat on shelves against his white walls and some more in the bookcase by the door. The painting of him and his mother hung to the left of his grey door and the glass wall behind him held no specks of dirt or imperfections. As it all should be. He suffered from an incompetent worker who couldn't do the most basic task of arranging his office correctly. A worker who luckily for him, was now unable to make such a mistake again. [break][break]
His office was silent, save for the occasional sound of parchment shuffling and quills scratching. A neat stack sat on his right, finished duties with another stack to his left. The two looked about the same. Ookami sighed before standing and turning around to face the view of Upper Pavane. He only had a moment before hearing footsteps approaching his door and the smell of smoke. He would need to seek out Yuuka Kokoro after this for a more...pleasant scent.[break][break]
"Come," Ookami's voice echoed outside the door. He still faced his glass wall and waited for his guest to speak.
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CROSSING THE THRESHOLD, Sherman entered and surveyed the space. The angel turned her head away slightly, not facing her reflection in the glass wall head-on. "Thank you, Mr. Ankokku, sir. This arrived today, its contents set to be viewed by a Council Member only. Mr. Hebi has yet to awaken," she checked her wristwatch, saying, "despite the standing schedule so I felt compelled to bring it to your attention as urgency seemed to dictate I do so."
She held up the sealed pack of documents. "It arrived in the mailroom with no markings, save for the coded 'FOR COUNCIL MEMBER EYES ONLY'. No magick or enchantments detected so I'm assured by security that it should be safe to open. Quite frankly, whoever put this together did an excellent job of preserving their anonymity."
The document pack was placed on his desk and the angel adviser stood, leaning against a chair. Sticking around to watch classified documents be opened was above her pay grade, as far as she was concerned. "That's all I have for you, sir. But if you need ask anything of Mr. Hebi, I can field most any question or concern you may have, now."
[attr="class","muse-text"] Ookami recognized Sherman, the Angel who followed Council Member Hebi around. The one who actually did work for that sleeping useless waste of space. He tried not to think about the duties he was doing that should have been split between him and Takuto. [break][break]
The Vampire observed the Angel, listening to her ramble on. Blue eyes stared down at the package, he couldn't sense any magick on it. Thin fingers grasped the edge of the document, waited a moment before opening it. His eyes quickly scanned the contents and spoke without looking up, "Council Member Hebi... When was he last awake?"[break][break]
He walked over to his desk, head still buried in the document and sat down, waiting for an answer before continuing.
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"YESTERDAY, SIR." answered Sherman, standing at attention. Not one to cross lines or speak up without being asked, the angel pondered if she would have to make her own exit if Ankokku were to open documents above her security clearance here in front of her. Examining her thought process embarassed her as thinking in-depth about these kinds of things, work-related minutiae, was exactly what she imagined to be one of her more disagreeable qualities. How would she make small talk or casual conversation if she was stuck in her own head debating the merits of using fountain pens for official documents versus using pencils for memos. Most of this train of thought helped distract her from more pressing, more interpersonal matters that she could spend time thinking about, however.
Sherman watched the Vampire Council Member as he received her answer, documents in hand. Arms crossed behind her back, the angel waited for Mr. Ankokku to give further instructions or ask her anything more.
The report wasn't anything too worrying though he wondered if it was something to be concerned over. A Fairy seems to have passed away in Lower Pavane of unknown causes. It was rare for a Fairy to simply drop to the ground but the lack of information on this was the most worrying part. What kind of unknown cause? Disease? If so, how would the crops fare. Is it contagious? Is there someone targeting Fairies?
It could be a direct attack at the council as Fairies are considered a delicacy to Vampires. Ookami in particular quite enjoyed Fairy blood.
"Instruct several followers to inspect Lower Pavane. In particular the Fairies." He set the folder down then opened one of the drawers of his desk. The Vampire set the parchment on the flat surface before scratching away with his quill. His usual cursive began filling the page. "One of them has died of unknown causes. Find out why. You are free to inspect yourself Sherman, however take some of my Family members with you in case. The last thing we need is for an Advisor to turn up dead."
Ookami continued on writing on the parchment, almost filling it up with instructions on how to proceed with this. If it was deemed unimportant, he would simply drop the issue. There were far more pressing matters to take care of than to worry about a portion of the blood supply.
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"MESSAGE RECEIVED AND UNDERSTOOD, SIR." The angel wondered if she could foist this upon the Enforcers but Mr. Ankokku had mentioned Followers by name so she perished the thought. Hanyang was likely to feel miffed but such was bureaucracy. "Thank you for your time, sir. I shall keep this on a need-to-know basis. I can summarise both this report and my future findings to the other Members, should you wish for me to. Otherwise, I will report directly to you, regarding this matter." Sherman clicked her shoes together lightly and took a bow. Now, she wondered, which of his family members could she stomach taking with her? There was no animosity between her and the Ankokkus, much less her family and the Ankokkus. Rather, she preferred handling matters in isolation whenever possible. Again, he'd mentioned them by name, underscoring how strong his preference was on the matter. "If that is all, I shall depart posthaste, sir."
The Vampire-Faerie connection had occurred to her as he explained his orders but Sherman doubted the likelihood of such supreme skills of organisation so as to be able to deny a whole race their preferred, well, other race. Nevertheless, it had been a very long time since Sherman had last undertaken fieldwork. She'd have to set aside her backlog of paperwork for this.
Ookami took a moment to think, to make sure everything was accounted for. Sherman did good work for the council and it would be a waste for her to perish on this petty task. It was an important task nonetheless.
"Report any findings to me first. It may be a simple matter of crop poisoning or anything minor of that sort. If so, the Fairies can handle it themselves without our intervention." Ookami felt a strong urge to sigh at this extra task he now needed to follow up on.
"Keep this to a minimum Sherman. The less people know of it, the better. We do not need senseless panic in Upper Pavane."
With that, Ookami motioned the Angel away with a brisk flick of his hand.
Living in a dystopian society, seven mystic races are trapped due to their own selfishness. Tensions rise between the races and the different social classes, leading up to the constant struggle for power, with no end in sight.
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