forty six days [lirael]

[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background: url('http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa426/dscripter/woodlidf.png');] [style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background: url('http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/Shizuo/shizuo501.png'); -moz-border-radius: 10% -webkit-border-radius: 10%; -o-border-radius: 10%; border-radius: 10%; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 5px;] ♠ ♥ ♣ ♦ After a good 'vacation', going back to 'work' was always weird. Ha!~ Even in his mind, the terms amused him. By vacation, he meant it to be a less than pleasant trek outwards, in search of both new member, pokemon new information, and possible a life-changing experience but that had yet to happen, and he was still his snippy old self. And by work, it was the endless man hours towards the main goal, control over the five regions and dictatorship... It was pretty damn hard work too! He didn't encounter many on his way towards his room, which wasn't unusual considering not many dared, nor were allowed within a certain area of his confines. True, over half of his subordinates hadn't a clue of his appearance, just a name to add to the mystery, but that suited him fine. The less who knew, the less worry he would have to give for some poor shmuck recognizing him on the street, though getting captured by rangers certainly didn't help at that aspect. The corridor to his main office was dimly lit, the burning end of his cigarette seeming a bit more sinister than it normally was. He left a trail of the acrid smoke in his wake, not really bothering to care of someone were to pass by and choke to death from his fumes. At least that would be interesting to watch, perhaps he could add that to a list of slow torture he had been working on. His door, a sizeable oakwood door tinted black, was unlocked as usual, and he breezed on by. Everything was as he had remembered it, not a piece of furniture out of place, nor did the amount of paperwork piled since his departure, exactly forty six days ago, diminish in anyway. He sighed, though he didn't have anyone else to blame but himself for this. Perhaps he was just old-fashioned, but he didn't exactly trust having every bit of information, stored within in a computer. They had that, of course, though the more important facts and details were still in the form of paper, raw data deleted and impossible to bring up once more. It soothed him to think that even if the Rangers were to find some sort of hacker, some pieces were still safe from their grasp. He blew out a puff of smoke as he slid a hand on the wooden desk and practically threw himself onto his office chair, springs groaning at the weight and slid a bit from his prior position. Ahh yes, now this was a bit better. He closed his eyes for a moment, just relaxing in contentment for all it was worth. Such moments were rare for him, he took it whenever he could. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . words. 459 tags. White as Lirael notes. Got rambly I think, but Elijah's happy to be back where he wants to be. Not for long though. xD [/style]

[LIRAEL KIBETH]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:DADADA; border: 2px solid #2E2E2E;][atrb=width,370,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #DADADA; float: left; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; background-image: url(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n519/kamurocho/Yukiko/smt_personas10.png);] [/style][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bolder; text-shadow: #0A0A0A -1px -2px 0px; font-size: 17pt; color: #DADADA; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -17px;background-color:2E2E2E; border-top: 70px solid #2E2E2E; font-style: italic; padding: 3px;]please don't save me[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 7pt; color: #2E2E2E; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 3px; margin-bottom: -16px; margin-left: 7px; margin-top: -15px; background-color: C4C4C4; padding: 3px;border-top: 2px solid #DADADA;]I'll put the nails in my coffin myself...[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;] Lirael had been overworking herself - at least, that was what she liked to tell herself in order to be more and more pissed off with her boss. She had thrown herself into (mostly) the control of the rebel forces, sitting at the top spot and doing the work that the top spot brought. That meant wrangling members, organising paychecks, sending them out on missions and just being generally important. When she thought about it, that was all the stuff she did for Elijah on a good day, but that didn't mean she was going to forgive him for being gone. You see, the problem was that Lira had this really frustrating annoyance that got in the way of her work ninety percent of the time, that one thing that drove her absolutely bonkers. It wasn't a thing, it wasn't one niggling little piece of paperwork either, oh no, that would be far easier to deal with. fire was generally a good way to deal with those sorts of things that pissed her off The thing that ticked her off to the degree that she was absolutely furious was indeed, the rebel force's second in command. Okay, sort of. They had been getting along far better when Elijah wasn't around to almost pit them against one another, unsure of which was more important in his life. Lirael knew that Racher was the one he went home to at night but when it came to it she was the one that got the work done, that pressed the matters that needed to be pressed. She was important and she was going to give him a piece of her mind as she came back. It was while she was wrangling a group of semi-high ranked rebels into a mission to thieve a group of Zangoose that someone had walked past and mentioned Elijah's return - that they'd seen him walk in. Considering it had been fourty six days since their last encounter in the offices, Lirael had a minor suspicion that they were incorrect, but her rage carried her away from the group mid-sentence, and her strides were long and pointed. That man was going to get an earful and a half, that was for sure. She made her way through the base and into the office they shared - hey she was his secretary - and threw open the door to his private quarters, glowering bloody murder. "YOU! And where on Arceus' green earth do you think you've been you ungrateful.. grah!" Her voice pierced through the air in the same way his cigarette smoke did, and she waved the smoke away so as not to choke on it. Glaring, she walked up to the desk and slammed her hands down upon it, desperately wanting to interrupt the peaceful silence he seemed to be enjoying so much. "Did you really think that Damion and I could function in one another's company for as long as you left us? DID YOU REALLY!?" Okay, now she was shrill. With a sigh, Lirael sat herself down on the desk, glaring pointedly at Elijah's face. If nothing else, she was pissed that she hadn't heard word. Sure, they weren't lovers and sure, they didn't whisper secrets in the dead of night but she would have at least appreciated a quick e-mail letting her know that he wasn't dead and that they didn't have to elect Damion the new leader. She didn't want to lose her job, after all. "And you call yourself the leader of the Rebels. For the past month, I've been doing ninety percent of your work! Racher's been busy with his own weird kinks and you've left me with all the awful things! I have half a mind to give you a thousand really nasty papercuts. I also do not care where you've been or why, but you had better tell me right now." Her voice had taken back its smooth edge as she composed herself, looking him over to make sure that Shields or her own sister hadn't been at him for the month and a half of missing time, and she leant close. Deciding to give him some explanation, she sat back, perched on his desk simply waiting. She wasn't sure if he'd have some master excuse, but if he did, he would damn well tell her about it. [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 7pt; color: #2E2E2E; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 2px; border-right: 2px solid #C4C4C4; margin: 7px;]tagged...grey as elijaah words...789.. she got ranty xD template by...rotoscope of btn [/style]

[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background: url('http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa426/dscripter/woodlidf.png');] [style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background: url('http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/Shizuo/shizuo501.png'); -moz-border-radius: 10% -webkit-border-radius: 10%; -o-border-radius: 10%; border-radius: 10%; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 5px;] ♠ ♥ ♣ ♦ The violent bang of the door was the first thing to snap him out of his previously calm reverie. "Wha-" His heart seemed to skip a beat at the silence was shot in the face by Lirael's voice, all of a sudden a vision of chaos on his mind. His eyes snapped open, to see the angry woman practically stomping closer and closer towards his desk, finally slamming her hands on his desk with a loud thud. Any lesser man would have jumped right out of his seat, all Elijah would do was blink at this display, mouth slightly ajar as he looked at the woman, expecting her to continue. He hadn't exactly forgotten about how Lirael could be about his disappearance, he wouldn't be kidding if he said her reaction was worse that Damion's either. At least with Damion it was a few heart-wrenching words, guilt, and then they were fine the next day after an exchange... But with Lirael... She just had remember his mistakes and piled them all up in their glory for him to see. She was something else entirely. He smiled politely at her, though a sigh escaped him as he sunk into his chair with a sense of fatigue. He deserved this, probably, somewhere in his mind that was understood, but that didn't mean he had to like it. On the contrary, his inner self, or rather true self, was glaring at Lira, snarl in place, but outwardly he displayed a facade of bemusement, though his eyes remained as cold as ever. Should he explain? She certainly demanded it, which only made him want to spite her more with denial of that facts. Secretary, not secretary, he was still the boss, and if he so wished it he could have her killed, better yet, get rid of her with his own hands right now, no one would have to know. But as it was, she was a better asset alive, even with all the liabilities that tied her up with the rangers... Maybe some other time. Once she finally calm down, he turned his lips into a pout, and rested his elbows on top of the desk, resting his chin on top of his hands. "First off, thank you for that welcoming speech, it was perfect, did you practice in front of a mirror just for me?~" He said in that mocking tone of his, complete with smile and chuckle before he leaned on the chair, reclining from his weight, put up his shoes on the desk for another mocking display. Jerk boss image, check. "Considering the base hasn't burned down in flames," He motioned around at the non-burned building, before looking at her a bemused smile. "I believe it's working out as I had hoped? At the very least you've had a little bit of experience without my meddling, yeah? " To tell or not to tell.... Or rather, tease her more and risk getting a thousand paper cuts, or give in to what she wanted... Somehow his playful side was winning, somehow. "I am the leader, Lirael, a month of dormancy won't change it just like that." He replied, bit colder than he had intended to. Chide him of his duties, did she? "As for the rest... I'll be writing a report about it soon enough, why don't you wait til then to see if I've been doing my job or not, hmm?" Sometimes he just abused his power. For the heck of it all. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . words. 580 tags. White as Lirael notes. herpderp, didn't take me forever did it? [/style]

[LIRAEL KIBETH]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:DADADA; border: 2px solid #2E2E2E;][atrb=width,370,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #DADADA; float: left; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; background-image: url(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n519/kamurocho/Yukiko/smt_personas10.png);] [/style][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bolder; text-shadow: #0A0A0A -1px -2px 0px; font-size: 17pt; color: #DADADA; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -17px;background-color:2E2E2E; border-top: 70px solid #2E2E2E; font-style: italic; padding: 3px;]please don't save me[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 7pt; color: #2E2E2E; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 3px; margin-bottom: -16px; margin-left: 7px; margin-top: -15px; background-color: C4C4C4; padding: 3px;border-top: 2px solid #DADADA;]I'll put the nails in my coffin myself...[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;] Lirael didn't give a damn that she had startled the goddamned leader of the rebels. Arceus, she wished he would actually jump out of his seat and look frightened for once, but that was impossible. The attractive blonde merely sat there looking at her like there was nothing wrong with the time he'd wasted being away for as long as he had. She tended to overreact when Elijah went away because when he stayed around it was so much easier to deal with Racher. Racher drove her nuts. Especially when he was pining after their shared friend.. well, he was Damion's lover, but that was not the point. The point was that he had been gone and now he didn't care that he had driven her insane with his absense. She pulled her hands slowly away from his desk, rapping her fingers repeatedly against her arm, letting her brow furrow in annoyance as he glared at her. Her eyes narrowed to meet the bemused look on the blonde's face, and she wanted to grumble at him and shove him in thee shoulder. As much as he was her boss, as much as she wanted to continue snarling at him, he was her friend and he had to keep bloody smiling at her. Arceus could he be more annoying? She frowned and let out a long, deep breath as he pouted. "You're welcome. And no, I didn't practice, I just wanted to give it to you while it was fresh in my mind." She practically grumbled, ignoring the mocking and slumping down into the chair across from him, tucking her own legs up underneath herself to look him over. He may be an asshole, but he was not going to intimidate her, even when he was being an ass. Maybe she could tie his shoe laces together. Then he could fall flat on his face and she could snicker so that she might feel at least a little better about the childish tantrum she had exploded at him, drumming her fingers on the arm of her chair. "It could have, I was constantly holding a hose, you know." She grumbled and pulled one of her legs up to rest her chin on her knee, looking up at him and tilting her head to the side. "Yes, I managed to keep everything going but it would have been much easier if you had just come back rather tha avoiding us. You know you're supposed to be nice to me." She pulled a face, shrugged her shoulders and flicked her sheet of dark hair out of her face. She watched him, managing to keep herself frm flinching as he responded coldly. She wasn't exactly used to his darker side, and she let out a long, annoyed sigh. "As your secretary as well as your friend I would really hope that you're going to tell me before you write the report. If not then I'd like a promotion. So then you will tell me more." [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 7pt; color: #2E2E2E; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 2px; border-right: 2px solid #C4C4C4; margin: 7px;]tagged...grey as elijaah words...511 calmer this time template by...rotoscope of btn [/style]

[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background: url('http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa426/dscripter/woodlidf.png');] [style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background: url('http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/Shizuo/shizuo501.png'); -moz-border-radius: 10% -webkit-border-radius: 10%; -o-border-radius: 10%; border-radius: 10%; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 5px;] ♠ ♥ ♣ ♦ He straightened up a little at her frown, a grin gracing his features. Oh eh could so annoying when he wanted to be, and yet charming if he so wished it. What parts of him were, and which parts were not, even he was having some difficulty sifting through the rage of different thoughts and personalities, sometimes it even felt as though he were three people instead of just himself. He was sure that some people suffered the same thing, it was a medical condition. He wasn't borderline insane just yet. "I trusted you both to not to set fire to the walls. You're not about to me I shouldn't put too much trust in the two of you, hmm? Or would you rather I separate you two in cages like fighting cats and dogs?" Harmless threat, of course. He dropped the whole playful act altogether, taking on a more serious tone as he watcher her regress into a calmer demeanor. He owed her that much, at least, for putting up with his own outbursts. Perhaps he truly was losing it after all. Friend. A word he had gotten so accustomed to hearing these past few days, and yet still sounded silly to him. He didn't want friends, he could stand by himself, thank you very much. All he needed was perseverance and discipline when it came to such things, nothing else. But he ought to muse her, shouldn't he? Oh the number the walls he had built for himself so that he wouldn't be affected by such petty emotions, numerous. "You do know that there's only one more position higher than yours." He said with certain calmness. Of course that was Damion's position, Co-admin. He didn't think she would be so bold as to ask for it out right, though numerous hints of 'promotion' frequented their conversation. He didn't even know on what she spent all that money on, honestly. "There's only one way to have power over Damion, without usurping him, and that would be to marry me~ And no one should have to go through a fate so cruel~" All was fun, so long as no one lost an eye. He stood up from his desk, taking lazy steps towards her and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, I promise to be nice." He said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "I did want both you and Damion to be present when I do tell what I've been up to but..." A hesitant pause, the grip on her shoulder tightening a fraction at indecision... "You're right, you two don't exactly get along." He evaded with a laugh. Arceus-be-damned internal affairs. He needed an HRM stat. "Very well, a summary for my dear Lira~" Ah yes, that playful tone was back. "We've been... Dormant as of late." He admitted. Between his constant absense and general 'Don't talk to me about work while I'm playing' attitude.There was barely anything to be done by the subordinated, other than the usual break, steal and terrorize denizens out of their wits. Even at that action had been low. "I went off to find us an arms dealer. I think I might have found one, but I'll have to meet the boss himself, as I've only met the right hand man. I have to prove I'm trustworthy, yadah yadah, and of course bring out some money to slap them silly with. It's all really complicated." He continued, letting go of her shoulder and simply stood there. "There will be more detail in the report~" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . words. 591 tags. White as Lirael notes. AMG SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG ;A; [/style]