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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Jun 4, 2013 18:24:58 GMT -8
tagged: open. time: may 1st, 12pm. notes: date is changeable, just pm. Mikhail had been to the Impedio Society's LA Headquarters several times, and every time had been a very uncomfortable trip. All things considered, he shouldn't have been uncomfortable. There was no reason for it, no reason to be nervous at a place where he'd likely work for... well, for a very long time. No one inside wished him ill (at least as far as he knew), and he was actually supposed to be there.
Even so, he felt apprehensive. His trips had been few and far between, and he'd made every excuse to avoid going actually too work. He'd done things from his apartment, filling out paperwork and setting things up. He had dragged it out as long as humanely possible, but it wasn't possible anymore. He had to go in. He had to go to work, to go down and see the vaults themselves, and to properly start his job. There was no way to avoid it, and he told himself over and over that there was nothing to worry about.
No matter how much he told himself there was nothing to fear, his brain didn't quite get the picture. He woke before the sun was even up, body soaked in sweat, eyes wide. A nightmare--a memory--but so real that for several moments after waking, he had been unable to tell where he was. But he was safe, far away from Antarctica, at home in the little apartment he'd been granted. There was nothing to fear, and yet he feared anyway.
He dressed slowly, well before it was time. He didn't have to be there for several hours, but he was nervous, fidgeting and unable to return to sleep. He had already picked out his clothes well ahead of time, a formal suit that was perhaps a bit too stiff for the average day of work. He really didn't know what to wear. The clothes he'd worn to work in Antarctica would never work. Most of them had been hunting gear, meant for combat and thus unsuitable. The rest had been built for the cold. Pretty much all of his clothes were unsuitable. They hung loosely off him and were build for far colder temperatures, and he was still struggling to get used to the heat of LA. It made even the suit stick to his skin as he finally left his apartment, locking the door behind him as he took his little briefcase to work.
Demand Media was absolutely nothing special, and that was largely the point. No one was going to look into them, no one was going to investigate what the top floors of the building were. He stepped into the elevator, punching the fifth floor button. The fifth floor was nothing important at all--just a security booth. But past that was the headquarters, and more elevators, and everything he'd need for work. He signed in, swiping his badge as he stepped inside, stomach giving an uncomfortable little twist. |
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Post by KOMAU MADAKI on Jun 4, 2013 18:34:14 GMT -8
tagged: Mikhail. time:May 1, noon. speech: komau. notes: too much excitement ftw. Another fantastic day this was turning out to be! Komau, just having gotten wind of some fresh meat heading to Los Angeles, was overjoyed at the prospect of new faces around the area. Lately, things had been somewhat quiet for him. Arc had been quite the busy person, out running about and fighting tree monsters at the gym among other duties. He was a little envious of her position; she was able to come and ago almost freely, but his job required more of the secreterial type duties. There were zero complaints about his pay, though, as the majority of it went into a savings account anyway. One day, Komau promised himself that he was going to treat himself to something extravagant, but that day would be far in the future.
Today, however, was going to be such a fun day! He was going to meet this Mikhail for the first time. In his excitement, Komau had even dressed in a black suit with a crimson tie. His solid black dress shoes were polished and his breath smelt of oranges (it was his favorite toothpaste, after all). His facial hair had been neatly trimmed and even somewhat gelled as so stay in perfect position. Locks of brown hair were gelled into place as well, sprouting forward from the top of his head. This was the image of a perfect bachelor, seeking the hand of a beautiful young lass in marriage. This occasion was just as momentous - he was getting a new employee! Giovanni, being the sour man that he was, never understood Komau's excitement, and Arc simply told him not to pee on the new carpet. They had no sense of enjoyment in life whatsoever!
Komau headed downstairs to the security booth where he would meet the young Russian. Or was he Antarctican? Who knew, really? He wondered if he should greet him in Russian, or if he should just stick to English? So many questions, so many decisions! It was difficult to stand there and wait, and so Komau began to pace around the area. Guards at the security booth began watching him, wondering if anything was wrong. On several occasions they walked up to him and ask if he needed anything in particular. Generally he ignored them, waving them away as he continued to wait around for his new friend. All this excitement was really pumping him up! It reminded him that he needed start up his gym membership again. Before, he had worked out too often and it put a terrible strain on him. His mind also rambled on to many other things, like what he was going to have after work or how many times he had visited the nearby zoo.
Something rattled in his pocket - it was his cell phone. He quickly looked at it, making sure it wasn't Giovanni or Arc. Gio would get pissed if he didn't answer it by the second ring and Arc would leave the snarkiest voicemail possible. Thankfully it was just a bill collector. As he placed his phone back into his pocket, he saw a man coming through the security booth, sliding his security pass and making his way through. Before anyone could direct him to the proper area (where they were supposed to meet), Komau threw his hands up in excitement and yelled for everyone to hear. "MIKHAIL! There you are! Come here, friend!" He rushed over to the young man and threw his arms around him, patting him excitedly on his back. He quickly stepped back and looked at the man up and down, noting that while he was tall, there was almost no meat on him. He beckoned to the door and motioned for the white-haired man to follow. "Come, come, let's get you all settled in! It's so wonderful to meet you. You know, there's so much I'd love to talk to you about!"
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Jun 5, 2013 18:20:54 GMT -8
tagged: open. time: may 1st, 12pm. notes: date is changeable, just pm. Mikhail was not expecting a greeting. Really, that was entirely his fault--he should have expected some kind of welcome on his first proper day at work. At least some kind of formalities, maybe a little tour, a proper explanation of what his job entailed. He knew, of course, but surely not everyone who took the job would, and procedures would need to be followed. He should have expected a greeting, but he certainly couldn't have guessed the greeting he would have gotten. Most greetings would have been stiff and formal. An offered handshake, a tour of where he'd be working.
Not a hug. Hugs were informal and overly friendly. There was nothing in a work relationship that should have brought on a hug. Hugs were for family, or for lovers. Mikhail's family hadn't even been particularly huggy. He could count the number of honest hugs he'd gotten on one hand, and being suddenly hugged by someone he had never met before was jarring to say the least.
He went stiff as a board, not wanting to push away someone who might very well be important. He had no idea just how important Komau was--he'd seen a picture before, but that had been an older picture, and it certainly didn't match the reality. He just knew that he was hugging him, and that it was far, far too close for comfort, and he was probably like hugging a brick wall for all the reciprocation he was giving.
At least it was over quickly. The man knew his name--he was obviously a boss or something. Someone in charge, someone who'd seen his paperwork, who knew he was coming. He tried to not look quite so shaky as he straightened up, swallowing the lump in his throat and trying to focus.
Only nope, it wasn't over so quickly--a firm pat on the back made him jump again, and it would be painfully obvious he was skittish as the man carried right on. Things to show him, then, and he forced himself to speak for the first time since he'd been approached.
"I - would you be my supervisor?" Because he was guessing so, but he wasn't quite sure which supervisor. Head of the vault? Director? He certainly wasn't expecting a personal greeting from one of the three consuls. |
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Post by KOMAU MADAKI on Jun 5, 2013 22:08:13 GMT -8
tagged: Mikhail. time:May 1, noon. speech: komau. notes: too much excitement ftw. There was nothing that Komau could do for this poor gentleman. He barked a laugh as soon as the man finally spoke, hoping to ease the tension between the two of them. Hardly. If anything, he was making things much worse, which was partially in good fun. The other tidbit was definitely for his own amusement - this was a typical greeting for him, after all. He could obviously see that the man was anything but comfortable, so for now he ceased the majority of his shenannigans. But only temporarily.
"Well, you're straight to the point. The name's Komau Madaki, and I would in fact be something like your boss." He held his arm straight out to the man in an attempt to form a more proper greeting, a typical handshake. "I'm one of the three Consuls, I am responsible for three continents, and I am fluent in many languages that you've never even heard of. I'm currently the head of artifacts & descendent analysis as well as the Society's Historian. It's a pleasure." The amusement in his voice had changed to seriousness; a shift that introduced Mikhail to a completely different side of the man. It wasn't to scare him away, but to show him that yes he did indeed have a serious bone in his body. His tone had become more solid and his warmth had been replaced with a direct, somewhat pointed form of speech.
"So, you're from my branch in Antarctica, yes? I recently visited there to check on some things. I had to retrieve some artifacts to bring back up to Los Angeles. It was a bit of a bumpy ride, but overall things were successful. Now, I'm assuming that you've been briefed somewhat to the job you will be doing. Is that correct?" Straight to business was the way Mikhail seemed to come across, and straight to business they would go. The tall consul lead his new employee to another elevator where he promptly removed a security pass, swiping it into the reader and typing in a password. The elevator responded instantly, moving to their proper destination. Mikhail wouldn't know the exact floor they would be going to - only Komau. He was taking the man to his office where they could converse about his duties among other things.
Maybe he'd warm up some, too. Komau did his best to keep a straight face with a professional, business-like tone. Perhaps he'd respond a bit better to that.
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Jun 6, 2013 20:04:23 GMT -8
tagged: open. time: may 1st, 12pm. notes: date is changeable, just pm. Kom- Komau Madaki? Mikhail would have certainly been left down by his society education if he didn't know that name. One of the consuls. The youngest consul by seniority, but still a consul, who would always outrank Mikhail. He had no illusions about upwards momentum. He would be staying right where he was. There would be no promotions--really, he would be lucky if he made it to retirement without being demoted. Death wasn't a particularly prominent worry, considering he was no longer in a combat position, but demotion certainly was.
Was that why Madaki was there? To demote him? He went even stiffer, suddenly convinced that would be what would happen. He would demote him. He would say it had been a mistake to transfer him at all--he should have been demoted, not sent to work in another department, away from the front lines.
Only he didn't. He just introduced himself, and explained what he did (most of which Mikhail knew, simply from having an uncle who was a director). No mention of demotion. Just that he was his boss, and Mikhail's eyes flicked down to the offered hand, hesitating for a moment before he reached out to take it, giving him a particularly weak shake. He wasn't exactly known for firm handshakes, after all.
"My name is Mikhail Usenko." He clarified, although he was entirely sure the man already knew it, considering that he'd called him Mikhail. Introductions were introductions just the same, and still deserved saying in a situation as formal as meeting one's superior. Especially one that was as superior as Madaki was.
He was trying to keep track of everything, and it was overwhelming. There was the security and the people and the decorations. He couldn't possibly keep track of it all, let alone what floor they were going to.
"I - I was briefed only slightly. I received some papers, but no real formalities on what my job would entail." The papers had been suitably brief and mostly in doublespeak, set up so that even if they were lost, they would reveal nothing. He liked the brevity though, and he relaxed as the elevator went down. He was better with that--better with formality and clarity, and explanations made him more relaxed then any pat on the back ever would. It made him feel useful, which was the most important thing of all for him. |
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Post by KOMAU MADAKI on Jun 7, 2013 17:59:16 GMT -8
tagged: Mikhail. time:May 1, noon. speech: komau. notes: Long post, dis one is. There was something terribly wrong with this new guy! He seemed to stiffen up when Komau introduced himself. What the superior didn't realize was that meeting one of the head honchos on day one at the office was highly unlikely, and even so it typically meant something wasn't going too well. Still, the man needed his new friend to lighten up! He'd carry him out for drinks within the next week or so and get him to loosen up a little. It took a lot to really get Komau mad at someone, but if that point came, it was enough to make Giovanni himself blush.
"Yes, a pleasure Mikhail. Now, let's see...I'll have to retrieve your file to make sure I send you in the right direction." The elevator hummed softly and came to a stop, opening the stainless steel doors effortlessly. Komau stepped out into a small hallway that had three doors. This entire area belonged to him. One of the rooms contained his office while the other two's contents were top secret. He motioned for the Russian to follow closely behind him, ensuring that he didn't hesitate around any of the other doors for more than a split second. Komau reached for his badge and swiped it against the card reader while allowing the retinal scan to work its magic. After he was given clearance, the young Consul opened the door and scooted Mikhail inside before closing it behind the two.
This room was about the size of a small theater. Adjacent to the walls beside the door were bookshelves, lined with books from every age in history imaginable (and those never discussed, too). It was difficult to see the walls because of the massive amounts of bookshelves. Every shelf had its own classification, and each book within the shelf was in its precise location. Teak flooring covered the entire area leading all the way to a one-way glass closet. Comfortable leather sets were positioned around a large oak table, each with their own armrests. Toward the back of the room was Komau's own desk. It was nothing too fancy, yew and rather large, but it housed one of the most prized possessions that Komau could ever have - his own computer. He used it all the time to read and translate manuscripts as well as do his own research.
"If you will, take a seat in any of the leather chairs over by the table. I've got to rummage through here and find something..." The Consul picked up a sword that he had been playing with earlier, trying to figure out what was so special with it. He looked at the Russian man before tossing it to him without warning. "Mikhail! I remember that your old file said your previous artifact was an old sword. Tell me if you notice anything different about it. And also see if you can figure out how to activate the darned thing - I can't seem to get it right." Komau turned and went to retreive Mikhail's files from his desk before returning to the table.
"So, let's see what we have here. You're going to be in the Artifacts department, which is good, and you have a level 3 security clearance, which will allow you to access a decent amount of information. I think what I'll have you do is to read. I hope you like to read because I'm going to have you doing a lot of that. Your job is going to be fairly straightforward - you're in charge of the artifact library on level 3. It has some pretty interesting information so I'd suggest starting as soon as possible. I'm also under the impression that as a previous hunter, you are no longer affiliated with that branch. Don't worry I'll keep you away from Giovanni and Arc as much as possible, but for now I want to keep you busy. You're also going to be in charge of shuffling paperwork for our artifacts - classifying, organizing, and some toys you might even get to test out and play with. It's actually something enjoyable, if you ask me, and it's very relaxing. But I do want you to make sure you are reading as much as you can since we really want you to get a good feel for the things that we are doing here in Los Angeles. We've had an interesting amount of...activity.
Do you understand everything so far?" [/color] [/div][/div][/center] |
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Jun 9, 2013 13:29:32 GMT -8
tagged: open. time: may 1st, 12pm. notes: date is changeable, just pm. Mikhail didn't hesitate at any of the doors. He was focused, entirely intent on doing exactly as he was told, exactly when he was told, with no slip ups, pauses, or anything else of the sort. He was still convinced he was on a tightrope, struggling not to screw up, and he'd failed to realize, in his surprise, that Madaki was closer to a hyperactive puppy then a boss who was about to fire someone. He really had no baseline to go with, nothing to compare to, and his nervousness was making him read into minor details that likely didn't mean anything at all.
He liked the office though, enough to be distracted by it when he entered. Bookshelves, nice and organized, with simple but tasteful furniture. Not overdecorated, but not sparse either. It was decorated much in the way that Mikhail would have decorated his own office. Even if Madaki certainly hadn't decorated it that way for Mikhail's benefit, he still felt slightly more relaxed.
It was a damn good thing he was nice and seated before Madaki abruptly through a sword at him. To say the least, Mikhail had not been expecting that. He'd certainly seen Madaki with the sword in his hands, but he'd assumed the man was going to set it down, not toss it at him.
It was a testament to his training that he managed to catch it (more or less) rather than getting stabbed through the gut. He was sitting down though, and he didn't quite manage the perfect catch, one hand getting the handle while the other caught the top part of his blade, leaving a thin slice in his palm. He quickly shifted, bringing the sword down as he released his bleeding hand, squeezing it tight into a fist to cut off the bleeding.
Embarrassing, but he wasn't worried about it--right until the flesh started to knit back together. He paused, glancing between the sword before setting it carefully aside. That explained that, and while there was blood on his palm, the wound was gone.
He glanced back up at Madaki, having caught about half of what he said. Slightly embarrassing, but he'd been distracted. "I've been reading everything I was given. I enjoy reading, and what information you have is correct." Best to get that out of the way and hope he wouldn't ask why he was a former hunter. Of course that information would be open to him, but Mikhail simply wasn't sure if he'd taken the time to look into it. Probably not, or he'd certainly be acting differently.
"The sword has some kind of healing power, just at a glance. It looks well worn and perhaps a bit damaged, so I don't think it's been in society hands for very long." If it was, whoever had owned it needed to be lectured on proper artifact care. More then likely it had only recently fallen into the societies vaults. |
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Post by KOMAU MADAKI on Jun 9, 2013 13:52:24 GMT -8
tagged: Mikhail. time:May 1, noon. speech: komau. notes: too much excitement ftw. It took Komau a moment for everything to finally sink in. After tossing him the sword and letting him play with it for a few second, the man had already figured out its properties. "So, a sword with healing properties...didn't expect that one. Thank you, Mikhail." The Consul reached forward and took the sword from his grasp, giving him a firm back on the arm and an affectionate smile. It would be great to discover its other properties and finally categorize this thing, but he wasn't finished testing it just yet. Rather abruptly, Komau thrust the sword into the wooden table about four feet in front of Mikhail (as not to scare the poor man). A few wiggles later and the sword was pryed away, leaving a thin, vertical space where the blade previously was. Komau watched carefully, waiting for something mysterious to happen. Nothing. The Consul frowned and quickly dusted the blade, making a note to polish it later. He sheathed the sword for the time being and set it to the side. Now his attentioned had finally returned to the man in front of him. "Yes, you are a very astute man. We recently retrieved that artifact from a swamp in Louisiana. Apparently some clan of Frenchman were guarding it closely. Long story short - we have the sword and all is well! Now, back to business." The senior glanced back at Mikhail with a mischievous smile again, considering what sort of fun that they could get into. Komau didn't really get out much, but he would enjoy taking a stroll around Los Angeles at some point. Maybe even with Mikhail! The two could go out and have a few drinks, or they could find a nice spot to waste some money (courtesy of the Consul's generous salary, of course). He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small pair of glasses, rectangular and very small. Komau chewed on the end of it before speaking again. "Since you are new to Los Angeles, I assume that you brought everything that you could with you. I'm sure that your clothing simply won't do, so I have something to give you. There should be around fifteen hundred dollars on this card. Use it to buy some clothes, food for a while, and even decorate the apartment however you want. You can use it pretty much anywhere. Consider it a small token of my appreciation for being so willing to transfer." In reality, the man didn't have a choice, but it still made Komau feel bad to know that he was ripped from doing something he enjoyed to being tossed into an entirely new world. He was likely still trying to take in everything - the hustle and bustle of the city, traffic, the temperatures, and so much more. In order to make it more manageable, he dipped into his savings account and bought him a visa gift card so he wouldn't feel like this was a waste of his time. "I know that going from being a Hunter to an Archive Analyst isn't an easy transition, but if there is anything I can do for you please don't hestitate. I'm here to help YOU, Mikhail, and I want you to succeed. I'm not like Giovanni or Arcturus; they take little to no interest in their employees. I want to get to know mine, to establish a personal relationship. Please, do not think of me as anything more than your senior that wants to try and help you to do the very best that you can for this organization. It's my home, and I plan to give back everything that I can. I would hope that you should think similarly.
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Jun 9, 2013 20:42:11 GMT -8
tagged: open. time: may 1st, 12pm. notes: date is changeable, just pm. Mikhail flinched when the sword buried itself in the table, embarrassed by just how jumpy he was. He supposed it was reasonable--no one would blame him for being jumpy on his first proper day on the job, meeting someone who outranked him a thousand times over. Anyone would be jumpy, even if Madaki had turned out to be someone strict and formal and, well, normal. Instead he was stabbing swords into tables, not knowing what they did. For all he knew, the sword could have exploded, or done something else terrible. Or maybe Madaki knew exactly what it did, and was simply testing him to see how he reacted.
If he was, then Mikhail was failing horribly. He was twitching and panicking and jumping at every single little thing. He certainly wasn't living up to anyone's expectations--least of all his own.
He did try and calm down though. The office had helped, but that seemed to have all flown away around the time he'd nearly been stabbed to death by an errant sword. He forced himself to stop, taking in a few deep, calming breaths. He could do it. He could make it to the end of the meeting without freaking out. He could--he just had to make himself believe it.
So he had been right--they'd gathered the sword recently enough to explain the damage. He knew little about the group of frenchmen, as it was so far out of his area of expertise. Groups of people were never a concern in Antarctica--but then, they'd also had a much higher rate of monstrosities.
He had brought everything--although that wasn't very much. Most of his clothing had remained behind, being completely useless for the LA weather. Everything he owned had been packed into a few small boxes, and he was still in the midst of unpacking, taking his time as he slowly set things apart. He had time, and there was no particular rush--so he let himself go over every single thing removed from the boxes, making sure it found a proper place.
The offer of money was, to say the least, highly unexpected, and Mikhail's eyes widened. He really, really hadn't been expecting that. He had a salary, all nicely saved up--there had been little to spend it on, even if they got paid the same (slightly more for hazard pay, actually) as any other member of the society.
"That's really - it's not necessary." He attempted to protest. Did Madaki not know his history? Did he not realize it was hardly voluntary? While he did, Mikhail had no way of knowing--he could only assume that he was ignorant of the circumstances, and he wasn't eager to bring them up.
He didn't know what to make of the speech. He cared? Or claimed he cared, and Mikhail really had no idea how to deal with it. Did he trust it, take it at face value? Assume it was a ploy? He seemed, at the very least, to be genuinely reaching out. He was trying, and Mikhail appreciated that, even if he wasn't sure what to do with it just yet. Maybe in time.
"Thank you. For the offer, and the help, and... well, everything. I really don't know what to say." Which was perhaps the most honest thing he'd said all day. |
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Post by KOMAU MADAKI on Jun 11, 2013 7:25:26 GMT -8
tagged: Mikhail. time:May 1, noon. speech: komau. notes: . Despite the random weapons being thrust into tables and the eccentric, somewhat childish display of behavior, Komau was a force to be reckoned with. On the outside, he was a carefree individual with a heart of gold that enjoyed long walks under the moonlit beach. On the inside, however, he had becomed a bit hardened by the society, trained to react to certain situations with certain emotions. He couldn't let something like that stop him from being himself, not now anyway. He was a Consul, and as a Consul he was going to let his spirit roam free - even if it meant nearly impaling his employees from time to time, in a seemingly careless manner (oh come on you didn't think he would really harm someone, right?).
He could read the reaction on the Russian's face, and a profuse amount of apologies came tumbling forward. "Ahhh! So sorry about that! I wasn't...you know...thinking...Hehe" [/b] Followed by none other than his signature chuckle. In reality, he knew that this was an ex-hunter, and years of training and instincts would kick in without realization. Komau was unworried, knowing that he was likely to catch it. If not...well, it could have been much worse he supposed. But that was another matter in itself. Komau straightened himself and adjusted his tie. "Anyway, yes it is necessary. You see, in my department, getting to know each and every employee is necessary. I already know your story-" He waved at Mikhail, stopping him before he could begin to think the worst. "-but I want to hear it from you, personally. We all make mistakes and we all have our moments. To my understanding, you were simply in an unfortunate situation that required the very best decision you could make. We do not have to discuss it here, but later I would like to speak to you about it. There always seems to be some information missing from these official reports, anyway. I try not to take them too literally." The Consul was glad to help him in any way that he could. He leaned forward, eyes sparkling with excitement and brushed his lips softly against Mikhail's left ear. It wasn't just to make things uncomfortable, but there were things that probably shouldn't be said aloud in his office due to all the security measures. His massive arm reached out and gripped Mikhail lightly on the shoulder, sending a physical message to relax. "There's someone I want you to watch. I know it's not part of your job, but he's been connected to some recent spikes in Fate activity. The name's Alec Matthews. He's a shrimpy little kid that doesn't seem to have any abilities yet, but we'll see. I'm supposed to take care of that, but I want you to find him and meet him. Talk to him. Get to know him, if you can. Anything that you can find out that would be useful, let me know. I'm not supposed to pawn my duties off on you since you're not working in that division, but it's important. This will not be in your reports nor will we speak aloud of it just anywhere. I'll contact you later about the progress." He withdrew his warm breath from the man's ear and smiled, hoping he didn't creep the man out entirely. Komau returned to his standing position, looking for the nearest armchair and rolling it around to face Mikhail. He sat and watched the man, waiting to see if he would have any questions. [/div][/div][/center] |
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Jun 12, 2013 20:02:07 GMT -8
tagged: open. time: may 1st, 12pm. notes: date is changeable, just pm. Madaki seemed so... so confident. As if he was entirely convinced nothing bad would ever happen. Mikhail was not nearly that confident. Really, that was one thing he lacked above all else: Confidence. He second guessed every single thing he'd done since the incident, and nothing was too small for him to worry over. Something as minor as signing his name properly on a standard document was a cause for concern. What if he didn't sign close enough to his official one? What if he signed incorrectly? Everything was a source of worry for him, and he was vaguely envious of the confidence the consul displayed.
Nothing could have made him worry more than what Madaki said next. He knew what had happened. Mikhail stiffened instantly, looking rigid as a board. Back straight, chin up, eyes straight. Almost military in posture, only sitting down, and it was all so that he didn't end up trembling. He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to talk about how he'd failed, how he'd given up the location and nearly lost the central base. He didn't ever want to talk about it--not with anyone, and certainly not with the man who was now his direct superior. Technically Madaki had been in charge of Antarctica, but that had been a much different sort of superiority.
Later sounded better. Never sounded best. He gave a small, stiff little nod, teeth pressed so hard together his jaw ached. He was very, very tense, trying not to panic at the very idea of having to tell the story to Madaki. He wouldn't lie after all--he would tell the painful, painful truth.
Nope nope nope nope nope. Mikhail hadn't been comfortable in the hug. He hadn't been even slightly comfortable with any form of physical contact since the attack, and lips on his ears were absolutely not alright with him. If he'd been nervous before, he was even worse now. It was all he could do not to panic and shove him back. That was his first instinct, and it was only the fact that Madaki could have him taken out back and shot that stopped him from shoving him away.
Listening to the whole thing, all Mikhail could really think was that Madaki was getting lazy and offloading his duties. Not exactly the most impressive thing in the world, but if keeping an eye on some shrimpy kid was going to get him in the consul's good books... well, so be it. He would need every bit of favor he could manage. "I would need... a picture or something." He murmered very softly before Madaki pulled away. He couldn't just hunt someone down on name alone--not on a city as big as this.
Really, he was just proud that he managed to get out a full sentence. His skin was crawling, and he was going to have to take a good long shower and bury himself in a book to try and get past the feeling of warm breath on his ear. |
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Post by KOMAU MADAKI on Jun 14, 2013 7:12:11 GMT -8
tagged: Mikhail. time:May 1, noon. speech: komau. notes: . Komau could feel the poor man go rigid as he spoke, realizing that he did not respond well to any type of physical contact with someone else. He wasn't sure if it was his position within the Society or if he was just like this in general, but it finally hit him like a ton of bricks - this guy was literally scared stiff. It almost made him question his ability to be a hunter in the first place. But it was different when dealing with the things of Fate; things were always much, much different. The Consul would let it go, for now, and he would try to keep some distance between the two. The last thing the senior needed to do was to come off too strong, right?
"Ahem, well I believe that covers everything that I can think of. You'll have an official report waiting for you in your inbox from your superior. Please make sure to check it as soon as you get home today. It will contain your instructions on the location of your office, some standard rules and guidelines, and a few other bits of information. You've received your artifact, and you know the rules regarding safety and where to keep it and all. All that fun stuff." Komau stretched his legs and walked around to the other side of the table, heading toward his computer. He turned back and looked at the Russian man, still sitting in the chair where he had left him.
"Most importantly, though, is to relax a little and enjoy yourself. Life can end just as quickly as it began, something you should know as an ex-Hunter. So take care, Mikhail, and I'll keep an eye out for you." [/color] He honestly didn't know how to talk to Mikhail at this point without feeling like he was making the poor guy uncomfortable, so he figured he would simply send him on his way. There wasn't a whole lot that could be said or done at this point. He had already been briefed and given the initial orientation session and his job training would be soon, so things would all just fall into place. Komau took a seat behind his desk and began to flip through some papers, organizing some of the invoices and placing others to the side for further examination. [/div][/div][/center] |
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Jun 14, 2013 16:05:23 GMT -8
tagged: open. time: may 1st, 12pm. notes: date is changeable, just pm. Mikhail had never been so jumpy before. He'd once been confident, if a bit stiff and formal. The upbringing had left him with little personal interaction, and while he could interact well enough with other people, he'd never really been good at it. He could manage it just fine though.
The incident had changed that. He'd never been great with physical contact before, but after spending months in the hospital, buried in wires and being slowly dragged back from the brink of death, he rejected it almost completely. It certainly didn't help that he'd been completely isolated. He knew no one, had seen no one. He'd spoken to his parents only once, briefly on the phone, and not since then. It wasn't even them pushing him away--it was him pushing them away.
He didn't deserve any of it.
He'd yet to even face a creature of any kind since the accident. Strictly non-combat. How he'd manage remained to be seen.
Everything had been covered, and when Madaki walked away, Mikhail rose, legs feeling stiff. He certainly wasn't in the peak physical condition he'd once been in--his body was slower to react than before, and he wasn't liking it one bit.
"Thank you sir." He didn't know what to make of Madaki keeping an eye on him, but he gave a little bow just the same before heading to the door. He knew the way out--had memorized it on his way in--and more than anything he was eager to get back to the coldness of his apartment. |
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