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[style=height: 285px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; color: dedede; padding: 15px; overflow: auto;]Papers shuffled as Aphrodite began to shift through them, searching for a specific file. She shifted through her incoming mail and then huffed in annoyance as she traced her fingers over the outgoing mail. Nope, that wasn't what she was looking for. She leant back in her desk chair and scooted back toward a filing cabinet marked "personnel". Her fingers danced easily over the combination lock that meant the files would not be marked with indelible ink. She pulled the key from her wrist and opened the safe, beginning to flick once more through the hundreds and files under headings in particular.
Aphrodite grinned as she placed her pen between her lips and bit down with her teeth as she reached into the filing cabinet to pull out what she had been looking for. She closed and locked it with her free hand, securing the combination with a twist of a knob before scooting back to her desk. Ah yes, an underling who had been leaking information to the press. She made note to let someone important know before she closed the file once more.
She stood slowly as she moved away from the desk. Even if someday she was arrested, she knew that she would take great self-gratification in the fact that she had a large amount of control in the group. She knew who people were, she was the main source of contact for some and she was the only headliner that others knew about - the leader remained secret to all but select few.
A select few of which she was one.
Long hair was tossed absently over her shoulder as she loitered by the kettle, waiting for the water to boil. Most people in the office drank percolated coffee but not her, no, she only wanted black tea, sweetened enough that it wasn't bitter but not so much that it overpowered the taste. Fingers traced the tabletop and she waited impatiently, moving the kettle every few moments as if it might make the water heat faster.
Trained eyes moved over the space, still sparcely decorated for the most part. Sure, their team was booming in terms of numbers but it hadn't yet got the publicity it might need to aide their funding. It had been all well and good for team Plasma, who had had a millionaire footing the bill for their expenditures, but they did not have that right.
The Knight Admin flicked her eyes to the door momentarily, briefly hoping that someone would come in and occupy her time while she waited for the water to boil. After all, it was no fun to be bored. And she had found the leak, that meant it was time for some mildly more entertaining jobs so that she didn't have to do paperwork all day. Heck, maybe she could order someone killed. That would be fun.
Soft music filtered through the cassette player, filling the enclosed room with smooth tones of jazz. The tape itself was old, the quality of the music scratchy at best, though it played it's part, literally, which was to keep the man away from silence. Never mind how trivial that sounded, Cashel did not care much for opinion either way, simply that the quiet didn't settle well with him. The feeling of being encased, not another living creature to provide comfort, almost like drowning, these were the things that plagued his mind at such times of dead air. Even within the very confines of his office, surrounded by familiarity, he had gotten the urge to plug in the cassette player and place in some music.
It kept his mind at ease, which was the best sort of condition for him to work in. Already within the past hour, he had read through reports, added his personal notes to them, and sorted them into their respective folders in case he would need to review them once again. Ah, such was the life of the leader, whereas manual labor was reserve for those of lower rank, it was his job instead to take part of the more intellectual work. Which wasn't as easy as it had sounded to be, not with the serious lacking of information that was to be expected when loyalties had yet to be formed.
He sighed, dropping the file he had been perusing in favor of leaning back to his chair, eyes closed in attempt to clear his thoughts on the matter. He suppose there wasn't much sense in getting frustrated by it, after all, he had foreseen the problem, and had trudged along despite of it. Still, it was turning out to be a rather annoying road bump.
Cashel quickly got up, strode past his desk and out the door. The lack of human conversation was getting to him, and as much as he liked to listen to his own musings, there was only so much he could do before running out of topics to talk to himself with. He went where his feet would take him, walking past familiar corridors until he finally found himself upon a door. He opened it, only to be greeted by the sight of a young woman seemingly staring at a kettle.
This was his secretary, no? He admired her curves, eyes briefly tracing her body before quickly flicking up to meet her eyes. He always did like to surround himself with beautiful things, and this girl was no exception. And she was dangerous too, the best combination, which added to her allure.
"Don't you know that a watched kettle never boils?" He remarked, placing a hand on the counter, leaning on it, and glanced at said kettle with amusement. "I'm sure there are other things that could be taking up your time, or have you already gone through your assignments that you found that dawdling around to be the only thing you could do." There was no hint of scolding, mere curiosity. It was rare for him to see Aphrodite being idle, if anything she worked non-stop, never failing his high expectation from him, and surpassing it bit by bit.
"Is there anything else you should be doing right now, Dite? Perhaps you could entertain me for a while. "
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[style=height: 285px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; color: dedede; padding: 15px; overflow: auto;]The last person that Aphrodite expected to see when she was standing, waiting for the kettle to boil was the leader himself. Usually she'd see him once or twice in passing, flash him that terribly wonderful smile and be on her way unless she was handing him something vital, so the fact that he had ventured out and was locked in gaze with her had her momentarily baffled. Her lips moved a little, the brilliant smile moving in one direction to make a slightly more cheeky side-smile.
"I've heard that, but I figure theories like that are for people who think they're better than everyone else." She chimed back gently, one hand on her hip as she continued to glance between Cashel and the bringer of tea. She managed to withhold a chuckle as she trailed a finger around the rim of her mug and looked back up at Cashel. "There are plenty of other things that I could be doing, but I wanted tea." She replied quickly, before turning to lean against the counter herself and looking sideways at him.
"I've certainly managed to go through a fair amount of the work given to me, and even set out the file of one of the people who's been leaking information about us to the press, I'll assign someone to shut him up soon, but for now I think I'll let him just wait in horror knowing that he's in trouble," She shrugged, turning her attention away as the familiar click of the kettle completing its boil distracted her and she leaned to pour the hot water into the sugared mug. "I'm honestly further into my work than I expected to be, so watching a kettle boil seemed the next best thing. And what do you know, the second I looked at you it boiled, perhaps you're right after all."
Her retort was playful as she finished pouring the water, then held up the kettle to the man she called her leader in offering. "I'll make you something if you like."
It was with genuine suprise that she looked back at him with his next statement, and a laugh she couldn't hold in spilled through. "The great Cashel needs entertaining? Considering how much time I have I'm certain I could spend a little time helping you counter your own boredom. Might even work out well for the both of us." She grinned and sipped gently at the scalding tea. The heat didn't phase her however, and she smacked her lips as the mug left them.
"Would you like me to tell jokes? Do some acrobatics?" She purred teasingly as she put the mug back down. "I'm not really the jester type, you know, but I'll do my best if you're so very bored."
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Ahh that smile. That wonderful smile so filled with emotion that he couldn't quite pinpoint one from the other. Was there trust in there? The joy in seeing him? For which he gave little thought. He knew of her seeming adoration for him, to the point of following him around like a blind Zubat to the slightest sound. He reveled in the undivided attention he could receive from her, as well as the unwavering loyalty. At least she was one less thing to worry about in the scheme of things, that much was certain.
He smiled at her answer, the amused kind, that he gave often to things he payed little attention to. It was merely one of those things that seemed cliche and needed to say in the situation, after all, scientific experimentation could prove that whether or not if one looked at a kettle, or any other kind of kitchenware, it would heat to the same degree if it were left alone. So he chose to provide her a smile instead, the ludicrousness of having to answer for the sake of conversation beneath him. There were better things that could occupy his time.
A traitor. Those words seemed to amplify in his mind as she continued speaking. For a moment, Cashel's mind turned quiet, thoughts wrapping around that concept. A traitor in their midst? Oh, he couldn't have that, the mere hint of insubordination was enough to reason for Cashel to strip the traitor of his position, throw him to some rabid Feraligatr, and keep him alive for the mere point of prolonged torture and the shame. He broke out of his reverie just as Aphrodite mentioned that her tea was done, nodding, though made no other comment as he hadn't even listened to a word Aphrodite had said.
"Hmm, some tea as well, Oolong if you have some." He answered to the offer before blinking as she laughed. It was mostly because they were just alone together, or maybe it was because she truly was amused, but the laugh sounded three times louder than it should have been. She was showing him that she wanted to please him, which would he would have found much more amusing any other time, but for now his mind was stuck on the concept of the traitor, and he should proceed with the information.
He gave her a quizzical look, pushing himself from the counter to place his hands to his sides. "Before you start doing cartwheels-" As much as he wanted to see that. "First, tell me more about this traitor. Who is he? Do you know who it is he reports to?" He had taken a step forward as he said this, brows knitting together into a stern feature. It would be rather difficult if the traitor reported to the rangers, or worse, the League. He couldn't have his plans be quashed before it could develop into what he had envisioned. Which was why he couldn't let this one slip away unharmed. It was sending a wrong message after all.
They weren't going to be like Team Rocket, who's ranks had been slipped in so easily by children. No, he planned to go about this the same way he had done so in his father's company. He would get to know each of his men, make sure that he got to know each one, or at least those who held the lives of others on the line.
"Perhaps interrogating this man can be our past time." It was remarkable how calm he could sound, despite the anger that threatened to burst from inside of him.
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[style=height: 285px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; color: dedede; padding: 15px; overflow: auto;]People would probably come to wonder why a girl of strong will, good body and fairly sound mind would dedicate herself entirely to the goals and work of one man. That same man was the reason that smile slipped onto her lips. It wasn't love, nosiree, she couldn't claim that of the man who had since taken up her entire working life with his goals, but it was definitely an admiration for his mission. And after all, he was a messenger from God himself in her eyes. She wasn't going to deny a messenger of God for anyone. Arceus damn anyone who tried to make her ignore it.
Her fingers deftly worked over the mug and sifted through the collection of teas and coffees that had accumulated over time. Oolong was within grasp and she set about making it without second thought, turning away from him in order to do so. Within a few short moments the mug was lifted into her hands and offered to the man she called her boss, before she nodded. "I figured you might ask that. He doesn't report to anyone in the league, rangers or gym leaders as far as I can discern," her voice had lost some of it's amusement, clearly more focused since his request for knowledge, "he's been telling a few choice civillians that we exist however, thinks himself funny, that what we're doing is a joke."
It was funny how quickly she could change. But there was nothing more serious in Aphrodite's mind than the fact that there was someone who honestly thought they could be recruited and then make fun of them. There was nothing that would have given her greater pleasure than to see him struggle beneath her sword. So she never killed anyone before. That didn't mean she never would.
With a slight smirk at the look on his face, she placed one hand ever-so-gently on his wrist in an attempt to soften the frown before she strode quite casually over to her desk, perched herself onto the edge of it and put her coffee down. Lean fingers reached for the file she'd put aside. Before even opening it she looked back up at him, "Oh, you think we could really do that? I was itching to see him squirm, I didn't know how soon you'd want him.. dealt with." This time her smile was a cold one, and she trailed her finger along the edge of the cardboard.
"Serano Blake, he's a young man who was recruited about two months ago by a more dedicated member. Said other member has been disciplined and we'll not be listening to any more suggestions from her." Dite stated, crossing her ankles and raising her eyes to meet Cashel's, a sick sort of amusement playing behind her features. "I could even do cartwheels and flips on the way to where he's being detained, if that's what you'd like, sir." She drawled. Oh yes, today would be fun. Forget her paperwork, this would be much more entertaining.
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If she didn't have his undivided attention earlier, then she had it right now. Never mind the tea, he was more concerned about the information she could give, which he trusted as true. After all, what reason would Aphrodite have to pull his leg like that, other to possibly joke around. He would not appreciate that joke however, the seriousness of the matter had gotten him in a tense mood.
Even her gesture couldn't fully pull him out of rigid mindset, though it did soothe him a little to be reminded that he wasn't alone in his unamused demeanor. At least the knowledge that the traitor did not report to any actual threats lightened his mood, but he took it as an insult to himself. He couldn't understand what it was that went on in this traitor's mind. There was simply no advantage he could manage to get from spreading word of them to lowly civilians. This man was not getting away with it, especially with how he saw Aphrodite was handling it. He wondered for a moment, if she was angry at the traitor, or simply taken over by the blood lust.
"We let him live and pay for his crimes when the time is right." He decided. There was no need for the waste of a life. After all, if he could save one to throw for the slaughter later, then he could save someone much more important. Or at least some who hasn't turned out to be useless just yet. That smile brought one to his own lips, though a bit more humorous than what Aphrodite carried. Ah yes, it seemed more like blood lust indeed.
He listened as she spoke, nodding to himself and taking note of when he was recruited. That had been just before they had raged over the region wasn't it? Then perhaps this Serano wasn't all that aware of the devastation that came with the job when he had first signed up. Then again, not many saw where their plans were headed. None but a select few that is.
Leave it to Aphrodite to have already taken some measures against the recruit, a pleasant surprise indeed. "If you're so adamant on doing your cartwheels, then so be it. But yes, let us pay this filth a little visit, remind him what it is we do here, and why he should watch where he steps from now on." He said, a sinister aura emanating from his words.
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[style=height: 285px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; color: dedede; padding: 15px; overflow: auto;]It was funny that just his attention was enough to get her to stand a little taller, look a little more focused. Certainly she dedicated a large amount of her time to her work regardless of whether or not Cashel was in the vicinity of her person but for the most part she would do her best to please him when he was around. The fact that his eyes were locked on her as she spoke just made her a little more pleased with herself, glad she had found the traitor before anyone and glad she had been on schedule to deal with him.
Long hair was tossed over her shoulder without a second thought. Aphrodite raised her eyes to meet his gaze and nod. There was bloodlust beneath her eyes, yes, but there was also strength and determination to do her best in the position she had been granted. She was one of the precious few who was allowed to gain real information about things. Real, true information about the missions that the Knights of Arceus. She was one of those few who were in the circle of trust. "Merciful to the point of necessity," she stated simply.
The bloodlust ran out of he hazel gaze, softening it into a sort of smile. "Well you did ask," she stated simply as she took a few jogging steps ahead of him and turned over int a rather amusing cartwheel, legs straight up in the air. "Follow me this way, I'll take you exactly where he's being kept," she announced as she started the long walk - with less cartwheels - through the building down into the lower levels.
Stuff the coffee, it was clearly unneccessary now. What she needed was something a little more thrilling. Like seeing the fright in the young man's eyes as Cashel and his secretary walked into the basement. Her fingers trailed over the door as she waited for her superior to enter, and Fate is too lazy to really describe walking down stairs and shit so let's npc the crap out of the traitor let her amusement once more dance through her eyes.
"Hello, mister Blake. I suppose you remember me, I was the one who brougth you down here after all. I thought you might like to make the acquaitence of the man you were so wrongly making fun of before you were punished for it," She sighed easily, fingers tapping out a soft pattern. "You know, Cashel, he looks even more pitiful now than he did this morning."
Brunette locks swept around her features, moving with a breeze coming from soemwhere. Beneath them with hands shackled behind his back was a fairly tall man on his knees, looking up rather confusedly at Cashel and his admin. There was something akin to fear in his eyes. Similar to fear in the very least.
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Merciful? A funny way of saying it but whatever Aphrodite thoughts best. It was more of an argument for efficiency, an extra weapon was always appreciated. And so were the cartwheels of course. He let out a nice laugh, at her first, and amusingly followed her past the building's corridors as she continued with her stunts every now and then. She was always full of pleasant surprises, no? Going to lengths just to please him in one way or another, even it made her look sillier than was allowed.
They went lower and lower through the building, passing by others of no interest and keeping to their part. For most part, Cashel trailed behind Aphrodite until they reached their destination. The room itself created a grim atmosphere, along with the sight of a chained man it would have made many uncomfortable. As it was, Cashel shifted on his feet, peering at the man below as his secretary addressed the prisoner first. He was glad to see that nothing had been sparred to ensure that the man would feel as miserable as he looked right now.
"Only this morning, hmm? My my, it doesn't look like he'll last the week at all." He murmured, eyes staring coldly at Serano. So this was the traitor? He could only imagine that the man had been so boastful a few days prior, bragging to his friends about his affiliation to the destructive group. But oh how the tables had turned on him, a splash of karma into his life, for now he looked just about tormented with his own thoughts. He took another step closer, watching as the man visibly flinched and tried to scurry out of sight, only to be held in place by his binds.
"Worry not, Serano, you're not going to die today." He said, voice calming, though it had little effect on the traitor's nerves. And why would it, when there was no hint of his freedom either. "Needless to say, I don't take lightly to those who insult what I stand for. Which is why you've been detained." Or really it was all Aphrodite's doing.
The man let out a little whimper, staring up with what resentment he could muster in his pitiable state. With which Cashel coldly looked back at. To think the man had the audacity to look angry, for one, as if he believed that he could get away with making a mockery of them.
"...Would you happen to like to dismember this man's limbs, Dite?"
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[style=height: 285px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; color: dedede; padding: 15px; overflow: auto;]"I'll get someone to hose him off if he freaks out too much, it's really quite ridiculous. I think he realised his mistake when he was tossed down here and expects that you're about to exact your wrath on him. Not that anyone could blame you for destroying a traitorous slimeball," You could almost smell the fear from the man who was cowering on the floor before them. He wasn't important when Aphrodite considered him, but it was Cashel's wish to use him for entertainment. As a Knight and a loyal follower it was her duty to give him that wish. Dite's voice had gone slightly cold toward the end of her spiel, and her hand rested easily on the hilt of her sword in waiting.
Hazel eyes narrowed as she stepped a little closer to the prisoner they kept captive. He had scurried away from Cashel in an attempt to keep himself alive, and a soft scoff of laughter peeled through the air. Aphrodite was not pleased with this man, oh no, and she was less pleased with the man who had recruited him. She bent at at the middle to hover her face a few inches before Serano's face, "Our leader has chosen to let you live today, but you won't be going anywhere," She muttered quietly, before standing and letting him finish his explanation.
The anger on the traitor's face only fuelled her dislike and she walked behind him as she waited for orders. "You see, we of the Knights are loyal to our leader. For you to dare mock what we stand for - a better world order under a much better leader than we have seen for a great amount of time-" The brunette cast an affectionate, loyal glance at Cashel before focusing on him again, "Is quite a crime. For you to be one of our numbers, not even a member of the misunderstanding public, is far worse a crime."
Her sword slid quite soundly out of it's sheath, the metal sound ringing true as she held it lightly in one hand. "I'd be glad to, shall I start with his hands and go further up his arms?" The sharp blade was barely pressed to Serano's wrist when he slumped forward, clearly having passed out cold.
Aphrodite let out an annoyed sound. It was no fun when he didn't cry out in pain. No fun whatsoever. "Well that was anticlimatic," She grumbled, walking over the top of the shackled man to move closer to Cashel once more, "Should we hang around and see if he wakes up, or should I take off a hand and rest it on his face when he wakes up?" She smirked, "I don't think it's fair for someone to pass out when we didn't get to have any fun with him," the smirk transformed into somewhat of a pout, waiting once more for orders.
"By your command, sir."
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Perhaps it was for the best that the man had passed out, at the very least the unconcious and unguarded look that Serano had could not infuriate him any longer. Why oh why the man thought he had any rights at the moment was beyond him, and Dite's offer seemed to hang in the musty air of the 'dungeon'. It would be well worth the time just to see the reaction on the man's face. A slow trickle of fear and anxiety, mashed along with the daunting realization that he would be handicapped for the rest of his life. Ahh yes, most enjoyable, and Aphrodite seemed all but giddy to please him.
Still, the decision rested on him, did it not? The power to spare the man what dignity he still had or maim him for however long he still had to live.
Decisions, decision.
"We'll leave him for now, I would prefer if he could beg for mercy before we hack off a limb." He said with a chuckle, empty words escaping him, as he turned around to exit the small room. That was but one reason, another was that he planned to let the man go to ranger custody, let him simmer and boil there. He was nothing, so why not feed him to Carvanha, who would poke and prod at him for information, and cast him aside when they find out that he had nothing of value for them. It would give them a small feeling of victory, this would be right after the attack on Vermilion. He hoped it would keep the Rangers sated for a while, at least until the next phase of their plan could be put to action.
Plans, plans, so many plans.
"Let us head back to your office, Dite. I believe you still have some tea for me?" He asked politely, a new hum to his tone as he proceeded to walk to her room anyway. Still so much to do, and a lot to look forward to.
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[style=height: 285px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; color: dedede; padding: 15px; overflow: auto;]"Sometimes you make me wonder why I have as much faith in you as I do, sir," Aphrodite remarked offhandedly as they walked, a small grin on her face. "And then you say things like that and I remember exactly why it was that I decided to follow you in the first place." The fact that Arceus told her to was one thing, but still. He had the right mind for her. She did adore him so. "We'll come back to play later," She grinned.
Dite practically skipped her way back to the office, holding the door open for her leader and sliding over to where the now lukewarm tea rested for him. "Well, it's not cold but it's certainly cool enough to drink now." She quipped quickly as her rear parked itself on the edge of her desk and glanced back up towards Cashel. "I heard word from some personnel that there was going to be an attack on Vermillion. Is an admin's presence required or would you rather let the lackeys do it on their own?"
When it came to the people whom worked as underlings to the group, Dite did struggle to have faith in them. Sometimes they could be quite unreliable, or too heavy with their words. All it took was one slip. One slip and their whole operation would be ruined. "And are we sending them armed with one of the trio? Perhaps we should consider an earthquake somewhere, I'm sure Landurus is gnawing at the bit to get out and do some damage as his brothers did." She grinned back at him, "I think it would be a good way to destroy some buildings, that's for certain."
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He chuckled dryly, only mildly taken by her compliments. Ego boosts? He did not think he needed them anymore than he needed an extra leg, same way as saying that he already had all he needed and it did little to hep him in his current situation. Even so, why should he chide her for such simple things? Who knew, perhaps she would find it offending if he told her to keep those compliments to herself and never tell him anymore. Maybe some great ironic universe trick he would need them some day. It was best to keep what was given on the table until further notice.
He took the cup with both hands, taking a sip as he flicked his eyes to Aphrodite. The refreshing tea cleared what distaste had manage to get stuck in his throat at the sight of Serano, a lovely feeling for the man as he listened to what she had to say. He leaned next to her, taking the piece of desk that was not occupied by her behind.
"I take it Eric has asked you for some extra files then." Cashel wasn't all that surprised that Aphrodite had found out as early as this, in fact he would've been thrown off if she hadn't. There was something comforting in a competent workforce, even when that particular division was but a handful of them. Then again, good leaders would attract good followers in due course. "I have faith in their abilities, though you are more than welcome to observe if you deem it fit." Which basically meant that Cashel was counting on her to witness the situation and butt in to her choice.
He shook his head at the mention of the Legendary. "I had not planned for the Kami trio to make an appearance just yet." He said with certain subtle tone of disapproval. True, the presence of but one of the trio would ensure the mission's success, most likely scare of what task force was sent to deal with the damage. In truth, he saw no need for them. If the plan were executed properly, then there was little chance of it failing at all, and with that went the probability of the need to send a Legendary Pokemon to the fray. Simply put, he did not wish to risk a Legendary for a task such as this, the exchange did not seem worth it in his eyes. "However, we are going to send our little friend in the dungeon into the field. So I suppose maiming him will have to be cancelled. I have thought of a better task for the man."
Grim lights danced in his eyes, an addition to the Vermilion attack was already playing in his mind. "We shall feed him to the Rangers." He said with finality. "What he knows are minimal to our actual plans. He can give them information that would only give them the reason to fear us. I care not for what they do to him, he is but the messenger, I can only hope they shoot him once he has delivered his message."
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[style=height: 285px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; color: dedede; padding: 15px; overflow: auto;]"Yes, he asked." Dite responded easily as she ran a thumb over the rim of her own mug and glanced over it at her boss, "I would have figured it out anyways. I keep tabs on people. How else would I have known about our little friend?" Hazel eyes locked with his and she smirked. It was always nice to feel competent at your job and that was something that she had always managed. To stay one ahead of the game. Nothing less from an admin, of course. Shifting her weight so that she could make better use of the space between them - in other words get a better look at his face and make certain she knew what each expression meant - she raised an eyebrow.
"Right. I'll keep a quiet eye from a distance."
And that was all she would need to do. Because were she to find out that one of them was sabotaging the mission that had been granted to them by Cashel it would be her sword they were answering to. It was not in her vocabulary to fuck things up.
"Right, so we are counting on a few good men to do the job. Are we to set him up somewhere, covered in explosive residue? What else could we do? Give him a detonator?" Attempting to think of proper ways that the Rangers could do nothing else but arrest him seemed like a good plan. The brunette was thinking of a dozen ways to get him captured without putting the other men in too much danger. As it was she didn't want to see them captured - sure, they weren't her favourite people, but they still didn't deserve to be fed to the rangers without due cause.
"I would like that very much, to see the bastard shot. But it's the rangers. They're not exactly known for their merciless ways. He'll probably get a slap on the wrist and go his merry way. If that happens I'll have someone waiting." She turned her gaze back to the coffee, and took a long sip. "I take it that the fact you want him feeding them information means you'd like them to know we exist now? Well, that ought to be fun indeed." Aphrodite chuckled.
Oh yes, she would be pleased with that. No more hiding. Being able to grab people off the street.
"Because we could always set off some fantastic fireworks display once the explosives have finished destroying that beautiful port city." Sometime Aphrodite could be quite theatrical. She did love a good game, though.
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True, he had to give her credit for that. She radiated competence, seemingly getting a feel of what he wanted without the need for him to verbalize his thoughts. Course, she had been with them for a good two years, but still, it was a difficult task altogether to be able to read into their situation so well and take aggressive steps into their plans. For which he was grateful for that particular skill. Rhetorical as the question was, he replied with a mere chuckle.
He took a sip from the mug, looking down at it thoughtfully. "Oh no, give him a part in the mission. Let him think it is a chance to redeem himself." Another chuckle. "Scared as he is, I don't think he'll try to disappoint us another time. And of course, the rangers will pounce on him as the other's get away. " Well, that was the plan. Not considering anything else that could go wrong. The rangers would have to be alerted a little later than they would've wanted, and distracted until it was Serano left. There were a few things that needed to be made sure of, but they were all coming together rather nicely.
"Yes, it's time they know who it is they should be blaming, don't you think so? " Oh, he had to laugh at the fireworks. "If you want to, I suppose you could set up a little pyrotechnic show for everyone to enjoy." Although why the people would pay attention to fireworks, while their own city was blown to bits, seemed a bit trivial to Cashel. No matter, so long as the Vermilion was taken care of then whatever came next could happen for all he cared.
"Perhaps hoping they would kill him would be too much. Then i hope they at least detain him until the time we need him again occurs. The Rangers wouldn't let that little Pidove fly free."
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[style=height: 285px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; color: dedede; padding: 15px; overflow: auto;]"Redemption leading to capture, I like it, Cashel. I like it very much." The secretarial admin chuckled as she put the cup down on the desk behind her, perching her hands on her knees, "I have the perfect role, I'll tell Eric when I see him next exactly what our dear friend Serano must do in this mission. Of course, Eric will still be able to select his proper accomplices, but there is definitely a way I could see this working in our favour. As long as he doesn't blow himself up, that is," Aphrodite flicked her hair over her shoulder somewhat smugly, turning her hazel gaze sidelong on her leader. "You're quite right. He wouldn't dare let us down again. Though I might pay him another visit beforehand, just to make sure."
Fingers flicked toward her sword almost lovingly as she crossed her ankles and ponderred. "I'm always one for a good show, sir. Something that will burn in their brains. A mark perhaps, alerting them that they had been targeted. Perhaps I'll assign one of our more artistically talented artists to design something that will stick in peoples' minds." She snickered to herself, "Leave it with me, you won't be disappointed in the results, I promise." And if it was a promise made to Cashel, then it would be a promise kept.
"Too valuable in some ways, not valuable enough. If he pushes the button on the detonator and gets himself trapped, then I doubt he'll be out for a long time." SHe mused, running long fingers through her hair, pulling oout tangles as she went, "Although the question remains as to whether or not he'll press it or just run, fleeing to the rangers in the first place. It wouldn't surprise me if he was a tattle tale in that sense. Wanting to let the good guys know their city is in danger." It was something she had never been able to comprehend. THe gym leaders and their insufferable love for their damn cities, working along side baffoon rangers. Ugh. She really hated them.
"Might I ask if there is any other big plans in store for us, Cashel? Because I have actually had quite the idea to distract people from the set up of Vermillion." She grinned, "It should be quite.. fun."
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A nod was all that came to show that he agreed with what she had in mind. He didn't need to know the finer details, trusting her enough to see the plan through without further need to butt in. He wouldn't want to hamper her expressiveness, now did he? Especially with the mark she spoke of. Not when most of her surprises bore such sweet fruit. "Don't cut off his limbs. We need not give him any reason to doubt this offer. It would be a shame if he decided to run off before he is captured. I doubt he'd be able to get far, I will deal with him personally if he does." He came to the conclusion. If draw backs would arise, he would task it upon himself to pick up the pieces. His knights needn't deal with such filth, and he was determined to cleanse the group of anything that could place a stain on their objectives.
The end would justify the means. Anyone who looked at the big picture would agree, even if those faint-hearted would try and protest.
"A rig on his detonator to paralyze him." He suggested, placing a finger underneath his chin in thought. "I think twenty five milliamperes should do it, we wouldn't want to damage his brain. The rangers can think whatever they want, a fortunate failure in his switch on their part." He said, mulling it over. Yes, that sounded quite right, the pawn could fall to the ground, writhe as electricity stopped his bodily functions until the rangers could dig him up. A cold smile crept to his lips as he sipped from his cup, eyes just as cruel. Such fun it was to foresee other's pain.
Big plans? Everything was a plan, simply not yet drawn out of paper. "Nazo and I will be up to our usual mischief, once I track that man down that is." He muttered in an undertone, brows furrowing in careful thought. And by usual mischief he meant blowing shit up without much consent of the general public, perhaps a building or mountain or something else considerably monumental. He had sent his Gengar after him as soon as he got wind that the man had left base without word yet again. He would have to have a word with his second in command, if not, some form of scolding was in order for his disappearances. "Is that so?" He humored, caving into the curiosity. "Pray, tell, Dite, what is it you have in mind?" A smile played on his lips in polite inquisition. How it was so easy for Aphrodite to catch his attention was beyond him.
Post by APHRODITE BELL on Dec 16, 2012 20:21:21 GMT 9.5
Don't cut off his limbs. It was funny that the particular thing he said was so annoying to the young devotee. She managed to contain a pout however and nodded. "A rig works for me, I'll organise something in technology to whip something up for you." She bowed her head in quick acknoweldgement that anything Cashel said came first. She would always give in to his whims. After all, that was what a good secretary did. Obeyed their boss.
"We'll try to make it look like an electric shock or something similar. An easy enough thing to maniuplate. We could even attempt to harness something of a Thunder Wave effect. Make it more clearly the damage done by electricity." She pondered for a few moments, then turned between them to scribble something down on some note paper on her desk. Dite would definitely have to organise someone with a decent brain.
"Keep your debris out of the building's carpets and we'll be fine," she muttered with a quick wink back at him, patting Cashel's arm gently before she breathed out.
Well, she had his attention. Though she could never claim to be as close to Cashel as Nazo was, she did like to think she would be a close third in command if they were ever to elect one. Her grip tightened a little and a wicked smile danced on her lips. "Something much bigger than we've organised before now. All we've done is play with them. I want to give Landorus a chance to shine. And I want to do it to Johto. If I have your consent, I want to unleash him on Goldenrod City with the full force of his powers." She grinned.
She was smart, he knew she would get it done quickly and effectively before the Vermilion team could have a chance to be picked. All would go well, if Aphrodite had a hand to it.
He chuckled. He ought to have figured she placed the cleanliness of the building above anything else, the place almost like some sort of temple. Or should he have be cross that she would have such a demand in the first place. He smiled regardless, nodding as she winked. "I will try my best, but I'm afraid I cannot say the same for Nazo when the time comes." Ah, but he could give her some semblance of authority. "You're more than allowed to hose him down like the dog he is." It also meant he could tease Nazo later on about it, a hefty bonus that he would take advantage of and perhaps a little something afterwards.
Now that was intriguing. "If you wish to give the Legendary a bit of an exercise with it's power, so be it. It gives them more reason to fear us." Came the smooth reply, placing down his drink as finger uncurled from his cup. Johto... Yes, it seemed like a good place as any to make uninhabitable. With the large population of Johto in a mass panic around their ruins, the League and Rangers would have their hands tied trying to remain in order. "How stagnant my progress would be without you?" He murmured, moving a finger to her face to trace down her cheek down to her chin, studying her expression carefully.
Post by APHRODITE BELL on Dec 20, 2012 21:20:50 GMT 9.5
For Cashel, for the cause she was so very dedicated to, there was nothing Aphrodite wouldn't do. He was her leader, her commander and she would follow him to the ends of the world. Which was why the smile on his face caused one of her own. He didn't have to give her much authority, but over the building, she was Queen. "Hose him down-- I look forward to that, Sir. Would you like me to make certain it's within range of the security cameras?" She snickered, folding her arms.
His blessing was like something she hadn't anticipated - a happy surprise. Though Cashel rarely said no to his favourite secretary, she still felt a sense of pride when he would give her the approval to do something particularly dastardly. The people of Johto would rue her name. "That's my thoughts exactly, Cashel. I wouldn't want to do it for the fun, but for the sense of fear it will instill upon them."
She ran her fingers along the smooth wood of the desk as she bit down gently on her lip. Eyebrows raised quizzically at the hand that stroked the flesh of her cheek, and a more genuine smile danced on her face. "You certainly wouldn't have achieved as much. Plenty, yes, a lot even. But still not as much." She reached up to wrap her fingers around his wrist, interestedly flicking her gaze up to his eyes.
"Plus there's too much testosterone without me around. I balance you boys out, sir." Her voice flicked back a little to the respectful tone she used with her boss, though the playfulness never left her eyes. "You would be too stuffy without me. You may have even fallen apart at the seams."
"That's quite thoughtful, thank you." He mused, smirking at the idea. "But I shall try my best to there as well. In the case that Nazo thinks you're picking on him. I wouldn't want him to think that it was all your idea." Mostly because he wanted a fair share of infamy in their little prank, and to make sure that Nazo wouldn't try and maul Aphrodite for it. As much as he wanted to believe that she could fend for herself, Nazo would be a worthy adversary. Should he be angered, there were too many variables to ensure that no one would get hurt. At least with his own presence, perhaps his second-in-command would know to restrain himself.
She was not afraid. This was what he concluded as he felt her her hand on his wrist, in quiet acceptance perhaps. She did not question his movements, instead had taken it in stride and kept on with the conversation. This was good, this meant that she believed in him, rather than feared him, an admirable trait that most others would cringe at. He had little doubt that, if he had any want in it, she would let him touch her intimately. He had not tried it yet of course, preferring to keep a defined line between pleasure and business, but sometimes, when she looked at him with such devotion, he could not help but think of it.
"My father always did say that women could always brighten up the room." He murmured, mostly to himself, but by how close they were, he reminded himself that Aphrodite could hear. "Is that so? Do you think, that if you were to disappear, then we, I, would end up in shambles?" It sounded vaguely like a threat, Cashel breaking eye contact to lean forward and marvel at her pale neck. his fingers brushed over a particularly prominent vein.
Post by APHRODITE BELL on Dec 22, 2012 20:14:23 GMT 9.5
Aphrodite couldn't help but smile in reply to the smirk, her own wicked grin dancing on her lips. Of course he wanted a say in her cruel prank. He wanted Nazo to know he had just as much part. She shrugged a little, "Sure, I'll make sure you're nearby then. I'll think of a hand singal to tell you to come when I'm about to hose him," she chuckled. Though he might have worried the co-leader would throttle their young secretary, she had very little fear of such a thing. If nothing else, she would follow her fate. Or she'd battle him right back indeed. But she never even considered that he'd lose his mind on her.
She watched him move ever so slightly, and acquiested using a simpel nod of her head. Aphrodite had no fear of the elder man. Respect and admiration, yes, but no fear. He was to guide her, that was what Arceus had expressed in her visions. That he was who she was to follow to the ends of the world. Golden eyes flicked over him with his quiet words, though quickly closed once more at the next touch along her vein.
She could feel her blood pulsing beneath his touch and though she was certain there was something daring her to do something he would not like, she was not afraid. "You'd be lonely, but you'd survive. You might struggle a bit, I know your paperwork would be in shambles without me. But I think in the end you could replace me. Not with someone equal, but with someone adequate." She replied cooly, opening her eyes to glance sidelong at the man staring at her neck.
"If you wanted to spill my blood you know I wouldn't fight you, Cashel." She used his name more easily now, dropping her hands to rest them against the edge of the desk and perch herself there. "I am here to serve you, however that may be." Adoration, devotion and a genuine sense of loyalty that was unseen and rarely heard of in a group such as theirs.
The red head chuckled at the answer, a short reprieve to the darkening thoughts that swirled in his mind. For a moment, he imagined Dite with her neck snapped in half, body cold and still, eyes dead to the world. But all that did was remind him that he wasn't an impulsive man, and even if he did wish her dead, he wouldn't do it now of all times. He couldn't say much about her say in her own self-importance, as he thought it true himself. She was a rarity among the crowd, her devotion seemingly unwavering. "You know your worth, I shall give you that. However, do not take what praise I may give you as some sort of safety. Should you get in my way, I will not hesitate to deal with you." He knew she knew that, but it never hurt to remind her of it. Of his own power. And perhaps he needed to remind himself of the lives he held in his hands as well.
At that thought, he slid his hand underneath her chin, his gaze calculating as it had been earlier. He kept it there, to ensure that she would keep looking at him. He wouldn't admit that, when she had closed her eyes, he had felt a flash of irritation.
"If I had wanted you dead, if Arceus had wanted you dead, you'd long have been buried and forgotten. As it is, that is not the case." Which was why he would keep her working until the day she ever became a threat rose, squeezing out what usefulness he could from her.
"Why do you say I am lonely? Is it because I do not share my bed with anyone?" Beds were just a comfort anyway, any place would do.
Post by APHRODITE BELL on Dec 22, 2012 22:43:38 GMT 9.5
"I would never get in the way of what you need to accomplish, sir. And if I should, I would rather you dispose of me." Her reply was blunt enough, somewhat easily thrown out there as if she might have been commenting about a stale muffin. Should she stop being useful or should she come between he and his cause - a cause she wholeheartedly believed in - she would rather be killed. Particularly while she was in this state of mind. Unendingly dedicated to the task at hand. Taking the world by storm in the name of Arceus, following the rule of Cashel in it's name.
Goldish eyes locked with his own strikingly yellow ones as she finally reopened her gaze, holding it against his own. Even if she may have closed her eyes, it had never been out of fear. "I am pleased Arceus sees fit to keep me as your loyal employee, then. I do enjoy my job." And it wasn't a lie. She was pleased to serve, pleased to torture and do ridiculous things all at once. She was equally pleased to play mind games with the underlings - though she dare not try it with Cashel. He was her senior, after all.
"Perhaps not all the time, but you seem to haul yourself up alone. You have a dedicated friend in Nazo, and a dedicated subject in myself, sir, but many others fear you for they don't understand you." She shrugged, now not breaking eyecontact except to blink very rarely. "You would be moreso if I was to vanish because my replacement wouldn't know the inner quirks of this place. To occupy you when you were particularly bored." Her mind flashed back to the cartwheels she had done simply for his entertainment. "You have few companions. Who you share your bed with is entirely up to you, and it not necessarily sexually lonely that I sometimes imagine you."
After all, she knew what went on in those caves. She wasn't stupid.
It pleased him that she admit such so honesty. His mouth twisted into a crooked smile, satisfied. That had been the goal all along, to have her reiterate that she, in all her usefulness, was just as disposable as the next. It never hurt to remind her of it, and what better way than to have her say so herself. Admittedly, it was almost unnerving that he couldn't sense any hesitation in her words. Almost, considering she seemed to have resided in what fate he would sentence her to.
"It is better that way, less distractions mean I can focus more on our goals." He explained, letting his hand fall from her chin to nurse the cup of cold tea now. So that had been what it was? For a moment he had been worried. Finding someone to talk to, socialize with, hadn't taken a priority. When she had brought it up, he wondered why she thought so, in turn it made him think of his current predicament. Alone at twenty eight? He was sure his father would cringe at the thought in his grave, and perhaps his mother would find it in disdain that he was taking so long. After all, they had been pledged to each other since they were sixteen, married and built a family a few years later. Did he have any obligation to build a family even? No, he thought, not with this current project at hand. Though the topic seemed like one worthy to take on for later.
"Then how is it you imagine me to be lonely, Dite? Perhaps by myself in a large house, sleeping in a too-large bed? It matters not, loneliness is nothing when one one's mind continue to plow through day and night, regardless of company... Do you get lonely, Aphrodite? Do you fear that nobody will ever understand you for who you are?" It was meant to be polite. He had given her his piece, it was only courteous that she did the same.
Post by APHRODITE BELL on Jan 1, 2013 22:28:00 GMT 9.5
Aphrodite watched his smile twist around. She had not expected to see him grin so wickedly but rather than it frightening her, she merely lowered her eyes and let her own smirk quirk at the edges of her pale lips. She watched him carefully, evaluating his movements. She had not meant to offend with her words, and she softened a little as his hand dropped to the cold tea. She reached for his cup to place it down on the table, wanting to take away the occupying drink that was no longer necessary for his tastes.
"How? Well, the fact that you seek people for entertainment rather than companionship." She spoke honestly, seeing no reason to keep him out of her mind. She had pledged herself, why lie to someone who had your soul at their grasp? "Which is why you would be lonelier without me around, because I am willing to do both, to please your amusement as well as just to speak with you, should you need it. I know I am not Nazo, and I know that I do not hold that role, but I am here should you ever need my companionship," Her words were soft and genuine as she inclined her head, brunette hair falling back over her shoulder once more.
"There are very few people you can speak to whom understand you truly. They do not know the great power you possess, most revere you but very few believe it entirely. That is why I believe you are lonely. Bedrooms and fair-weather companions are not comparable in terms of loneliness." Her hand bundled a collection of her hair, and she flattened it downwards. A slightly cheeky smile sprung up on her lips as he questioned her in reply, and she nodded her head.
"I find myself lonely in the nights, particularly. I do not enjoy sleeping alone," She replied quickly, "But I have no time to be lonely otherwise. Perhaps no one will ever understand me or care for me, but as long as I do my duty, does it matter?" She lowered her hands to the wood of the desk, tracing along the lines of the woodgrain with one finger. "Loneliness protects you from being used, at least. I can't say that I wouldn't like companionship, but I don't mind. I can survive without it, so long as I have my cause." Aphrodite nodded once more, then allowed her ankles to uncross, flattening each of her thighs against the desk.
"I take it you do not believe yourself a lonely person, and that my comment threw you off guard?" She puzzled, prying a little.
Well, he was one of the few companions she had after all. They could share their loneliness.
He quietly let the words sink in, his own scrutiny put on hold in the mean time, neither accepting nor denying her statements. Was that truly how he seemed? Lately, he was much more concerned about the character of others than his own, and if this was how Aphrodite had perceived him so far, there must be some grain of truth in her speculation. Were it any other man, they would have felt touched by her devotion, the modest way she presented herself to him, and indubitable faith that kept her attached to him could have made any man swoon for her. As it was, this was Cashel, there would be no swooning involved, a mere appreciation perhaps but never anything more than that. Perhaps odd, but the man had never quite found the advantage of keeping someone once they had outlived their usefulness. As soon as their timers burned down, and they couldn't perform their duties to him, he wouldn't hesitate to put them down. It made sense to him, cleaner in a sense, loopholes couldn't be found if he personally threw grenades and sealed those holes shut. "That's... Sweet." He mused, looking at her with rare fondness. Who was to say he couldn't play nice with his equipment.
It was more of the human social need that kept him with other people, but once that was sated, he would find it adequate to turn his back to society once more returning to it only when he felt he wanted to. "I don't need a lot of people to understand me. Only that they understand what it is I say." There was no need for interpersonal relationship, not when he planned to dispose of them eventually. It was his ideals that needed to stay, not himself in particular. The idea he wanted to plant in the minds of others, to ensure that there would always be someone to fight for what he perceived as truth. That the world was damned, and only through a true purge, a clean slate for it's denizens, could it be saved. Even if that meant that it's very population had to be swept out. The strong and willful would survive, and the thoughtless sheep would be eaten.
He didn't expect any less from Aphrodite. Duty first, she truly was the perfect assistant. He almost felt ashamed for doubting her mindset. Almost. But of course that didn't happen. "Surviving is not living." He supplied, voice softer than he had expected it to come out. Perhaps there was just something about their topic at hand that didn't feel serious, at the same time felt important all the same. "Arceus gave us this world to enjoy while we live. You musn't overwork yourself." Concern? Perhaps a little. What if she overheated? Then what would be her use?
Or so he told himself.
"What is loneliness to begin with. A feeling, a state of mind, where in one feels isolated?" He questioned, staring at her hand. "Then if that were true, you wouldn't have to feel lonely if you didn't think about it. Other than complete seclusion from other people, it's almost impossible to be isolated from other people in our modern life." He quipped. "And with how much I have to deal with other people, it's clear I am not secluded at all. So then why would I be lonely." Was he suppose to explain his insight any further?
Post by APHRODITE BELL on Jan 5, 2013 22:57:55 GMT 9.5
Aphrodite had to laugh at the mention of anything being sweet. She turned away to keep herself from smirking at him. So perhaps the sentiment was sweet, even if the meaning perhaps was not. She was merely being honest. Everyone else could be exposed to her mindgames, Cashel was her leader and thus he dealt with her honest and blunt self more than anything else. She flicked her hazel eyes back at him and shrugged her shoulders once. "It's what I feel, sweet or not." She merely quipped, before standing up and pushing herself off the table to walk forward a few steps then turned back to look at him, examining each of his movements as he made them. They were subtle things he did, turning or blinking, but even the way he spoke was an ideal she was willing to follow. He would lead them into an ideal world, that was for certain.
"There needs to be a few individuals to understand you for your ideals to continue should something go horribly wrong. Arceus forbid, of course, for I would wish no harm on you, sir." The address of respect at the end was twinged with a slight amusement, she knew that he was aware that she would not wish harm on him.
Aphrodite's hands tugged her long, thick hair over her shoulder, stroking out the tangles with her fingertips. "When the world is ideal and you are in control, perhaps then I will be able to live that little better, hm? I want to see it ruled the way it must be. I do not trust anyone else with some of the work I handle, other than you or Nazo yourselves, and I wouldn't want to hassle you both with the petty details." Perhaps that was her way of escaping reality. Escaping the cold hard truth that she was not truly living. Sure, she could have fun now and then, certainly it was enjoyable to mess with the minds of the underlings and to threaten them with a lack of payment, but she supposed that wasn't really living either. "Would you like me to dive naked into a pool now and then to relax myself, would that make you worry less about my overworking myself?" She quipped, twisting her hair in her hand as she did so.
"A good insight. I should think less and work more then, no?" She grinned finally as she turned to look out the window of her office, strolling over to it idly and pressing her hands down against the sill as she let her eyes graze the skyline. "Bed partners? Very rarely, I suppose. There aren't many who keep me entertained for long. They don't have.." Power? Insight? Belief? There were a number of things she wanted from someone in any kind of sex. Even if it was just one of the three, she would feel more comfortable. "Something. So I keep looking, and if someone entrances me then they entrance me. I haven't found that person yet, so you don't have to worry about my work quality falling any."
She ran her finger along the pane of glass for a few moments, before glancing back at Cashel. "Besides, who needs a bed partner when I hear your saucy tales all the time, hm?" She grinned a half-grin. Loneliness could wait, she didn't need the emotion, after all. Didn't need the commitment. Nope, not her.
[ xD poor lonely people and their office. >> I'm kinda going off the fact that this thread started before Kei got frisky with her so xD since Vermillion and everything hasn't happened yet~ yay lonely together woo ]
Trust well placed, he could continue to leave Aphrodite to her duties, even among her 'ass-kissing' words, he couldn't detect sarcasm, or even a hint of falsehood. It did not bode well with him, but he suppose he should be less paranoid and more focused to their tasks, even if that meant exposing a part of himself from his exterior shell. Perhaps it wasn't as bad as it sounded, after all he had Nazo and Aphrodite to cover his back. "Do not worry about that just yet then, there is still time."
He chuckled at that. A time ago, he too wasn't keen on letting others do work, preferring to ensure that whatever came was up to his standards. However, it was only as of late that he noticed that there was something satisfying when those under him excelled in their assignment, passing his expectations. "You mustn't think them all fools. Else, I wouldn't have entrusted them the task in the first place." He said with some quiet pride. "If I thought they could not complete the task, I wouldn't have given it to them." Difficulty was relative, as his subordinates had different skills, there was still that element of pushing them to do their utmost best, while a silent reminder of punishment should they fail. Why make them think there would be no consequences? Surely they knew that when they first joined.
"I wouldn't stop you from diving into a pool, with or without clothes, but I suggest you not take my words to heart. A vacation is all fine and well, so long as you've finished your work." Of course, part of him realized that she was merely teasing, with how she worked he wouldn't assume that she would drop all her work just to go for a swim. Though seeing her naked did peak a bit of his interest.
And so Aphrodite was lonely as well? He should have guessed. There would be certain signs, ones that Cashel knew, that would show if a person were indeed 'interested' in another. He had asked about curiosity. For as much as they worked together, there too was where the line was drawn. "Well, I suppose until then, you can accumulate your vacation time, and deduct them as you please if the right person ever comes." Permission to date from the father? Something like that, though he was hardly a father figure, if anything more like overseer.
Perhaps in that action alone, as he stared out the window idly, he could sense that aura of quiet loneliness that she felt. Imagination or not, she seemed to gaze out rather longingly, and only looked at him with a mask of smile most likely for his benefit. His own features were unchanging as ever, a smirk, a smile, a stare were common. And even there were times those were insincere. So closed they both were, like two predators much to focused on catching their next meal to even bother with trivialities of mating rituals. "They're hardly saucy." He scoffed, a roll of eyes. Well, okay, maybe some were, but that was hardly any reason to generalize. "Someday, when you have a little-" What could be the correct term. "-Boytoy, don't skimp out on the details."
OoC;; A lot of things haven't happened yet, lmao, this thread started like, at the very beginning of the site. xDD You didn't even know who I was. B]
