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Post by KOMAU MADAKI on Jan 31, 2014 15:10:38 GMT -8
tagged: ANASTASIA SOKOLOV time:May 19th, 5:00 pm. speech: komau. notes: This will be fun hehe Today was not the ideal day to speak with the consul. Today was not the day to approach him about something going wrong. And today was most definitely not the day to disturb him with anything important. He just...wasn't up for it. The tired man dragged himself into his office, fumbling around in his pockets until he could find his card key, and even then it took several long seconds before he managed to open his door. Just as soon as he pulled the door closed, he leaned against it and collapsed in a messy heap on the floor.
"Ughhh so tired. Really need a shower...Later. No energy." After a few minutes of rest, he peeled himself away from the floor and slowly made his way to the desk. Today he had been tasked a project in the field, and it required much stamina and physical exertion. Not used to moving all of those muscles for an extended period of time made him sore. He still had an amazing body, which was required by the society for any missions involving physicality. But the gym he worked out at three to four times a week didn't prepare him the way today did. Thankfully he managed to keep from smelling like a wet dog, but he wasn't going to take any chances. He immediately unbuttoned his shirt and removed his white t-shirt underneath as well, laying them neatly in a pile on the floor by his desk. He moved and stretched a little more, enjoying the cool air and freedom from his sweat-soaked shirt.
In a matter of seconds, Komau was already spraying a very expensive, light fragrance across his tanned, muscular skin. He was watching as the sun began its descent across the horizon, which wasn't that great considering that about 98% of it was blocked by other buildings. He had forgotten to lock his door, which was really no surprise. The cologne could now be smelled across the large room, which would have given a much more pleasant smell had it not begun mixing with the scent of his air freshener. It was a strange scent, but he didn't seem to notice. He glanced over at his desk clock.
5:00...phew was out longer than I realized. Gotta head home soon.
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Feb 1, 2014 17:34:50 GMT -8
Was... was the consul actually shirtless? Mikhail glanced at the piece of paper atop the stack, keeping an eye on it as he cut through the hallways of the headquarters, making his way to Madaki's office. He'd taken a firm guess at what the paper was doing around the time it had started to narrate the girl's thoughts--what was her name again?--but he was starting to doubt it as it described Madaki's supposed actions. Peeling off his shirt? Spraying cologne? There was no way the consul was doing it. Even if he was tired, these were work hours. No way.
And yet as he approached the consul's door, he could smell it--the vague scent of cologne mixed with something else entirely. He wrinkled his nose, disliking the heavy scent. Maybe it would be better to clear the air--proverbially and literally. He raised a hand, knocking once firmly at the door. Hopefully, Komau would put his shirt on...
But knowing Komau, probably not.
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Post by KOMAU MADAKI on Feb 2, 2014 10:10:32 GMT -8
tagged: Tags Here. time:May 19, 5:00pm. speech: komau. notes: Notes here The sound of one forceful knock made Komau jump a little. It startled him, but he wasn't exactly sure why. Something told him he needed to do something before answering the door, but what was it? He had straightened a stack of papers on his desk so it didn't look as messy. He even hung up the shirt he had just removed, wondering what in the world he felt like he was supposed to be doing... but nothing came.
Finally, after several long seconds of silence, he sprinted for the door in hopes that it wasn't something majorly important. His hand reached for the door handle, slowly turning and opening it to reveal a rather pale man standing there with an odd looking piece of paper."Ahh Mikhail! What brings you to - AHH HOLD ON!"The door slammed shut without hesitation as Komau realized he answered the door shirtless. Well that was unprofessional...then again, when have they ever pinned me as the professional type? Professional goofball maybe. He rummaged through his desk drawer and pulled out solid black t-shirt, thrusting his hands through the sleeves quickly. He realized, at this point, that this shirt was probably a size too small, but it did show off his muscular body a bit.
Now fully clothed, Komau ran toward his door and pulled it open, most likely startling the Russian. "L-let's pretend that didn't happen! Come in, come in!" The consul smiled and patted the man's arm as he allowed just enough room for him to scoot by.
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Feb 4, 2014 11:21:03 GMT -8
Even with people who had spent their entire lives in the society, the tendency to be skeptical still remained. Even when you'd slain monsters and seen things that could only be described as magic, it was still human nature to doubt until proven otherwise. Mikhail really didn't want to believe the paper could do what it was. If it could... well, that was just too horrendously powerful to be in anyone's hands. Even if the society were the best possible people for the job, it still wouldn't be enough. No one single person could have that sort of power, that sort of knowledge.
His heart sunk when Madaki answered the door shirtless--and then abruptly slammed the door, seeming to realize his mistake. He was more upset that it was true--that it really did what it seemed to. There was no lie or trickery behind it--it just told him what was happening to other people, what they said and did.
Someone was going to get fired over it.
The door reopened to reveal Madaki--now thankfully with a shirt--and Mikhail hardly noticed how tight it was on him. He had other things on his mind as he stepped inside, scooting past the man and heading right for his desk, dropping the stack of papers and paperwork onto it. He could smell the cologne, which only made him feel worse about the whole thing.
"Just before I knocked, you were saying that you needed a shower and then you took off your white shirt." Not the one he was wearing then, but some other white shirt--which a quick glance around the room revealed to him. It had been right--perfectly right in every way, and that scared him slightly, even if he tried not to show it. He was convinced it was better to get the skepticism out of the way--to say things he couldn't possibly have known before explaining the artifact, and all he could do was stand there and wait for it to sink in.
KOMAU MADAKI | MAY 19TH, 5PM |
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Post by KOMAU MADAKI on Feb 12, 2014 5:41:37 GMT -8
tagged: Tags Here. time:May 19, 5:00pm. speech: komau. notes: Notes here Komau didn't know the Russian man very well. Mikhail only recently was stationed in Los Angeles after an incident down in Antarctica gone bad, so there hadn't been a lot of time to meet and talk. Files could only tell you some things, but Komau was interested in the bigger picture. He wanted to know how the man interacted with others, what his personality was like, and just get to know him as a person. He had that desire about many of his colleagues, whether it a feasible option or not.
But something didn't settle as well as it should. Mikhail, for one, never seemed like the man to simply walk through without even a simple acknowledgement. Sure he came across as meek, timid, and maybe a bit of a pushover, but he was respectful (to Komau's knowledge). Komau's gaze followed Mikhail as he made it toward the desk, setting down a stack of papers. He listened to what the man was saying quietly, trying to absorb the information that he was feeding the Consul. It disturbed Komau to know that Mikhail had somehow known all of that informationl, but he had to keep calm and figure out what was going on.
"And how, may I ask, did you know this? Mikhail explain what's going on. You've most definitely piqued my curiosity...
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Feb 16, 2014 17:26:34 GMT -8
Good. If nothing else, he'd got Komau's attention. What he was about to say sounded absurd even to him, and it was important that the consul be listening the first time. Mikhail moved over to Komau's desk, setting down the stack of papers before pulling out the offending one, carefully placing it dead center on the consul's desk. The way he treated the single sheet of paper was the way one might treat a bomb, or a vial of anthrax--with reverence touched with the slightest edge of fear.
"This was in my work pile of artifacts for study. Regardless, there's no way it should be allowed out of the vault. If you think of someone--anyone at all--it tells you everything about what they're doing. I thought of you on the way here, so it told me what you were doing." Mikhail didn't feel any particular need to outline exactly how absurdly abusable the whole thing was. The consul hadn't gotten into his position by being stupid, and even a complete fool would realize that the artifact Mikhail had set down was not the sort of thing that should have ever been allowed out of the vault. It should have been locked up in the deepest, darkest vault, used only in times of the greatest need.
"I haven't gone through the rest of the pile. It's possible they're from the same collection that was misfiled to me, or they might be mundane. I didn't want to check in case one of them murders anyone who touches it or something of the sort." Which wouldn't be unheard of. Cursed artifacts were almost standard in the society, and considering the magnitude of the screw up he was faced with, he wasn't willing to take any chances.
KOMAU MADAKI | MAY 19TH, 5PM |
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Post by KOMAU MADAKI on Feb 24, 2014 20:40:11 GMT -8
tagged: Tags Here. time:May 19, 5:00pm. speech: komau. notes: Notes here (REIT I FORGOT WE HAD A THREAD GOING POKE ME NEXT TIME KTHX <3)
Komau listened without shifting his focus, something the Consul would normally find next to impossible. How Mikhail had come about finding this...it was unacceptable. "You stated that you came across this in your pile of artifacts that you were studying. I need to know where these artifacts came from before, who was in charge of these, and why something like this was allowed outside of the vault in the first place." His voice was hard but not without compassion. From the little time that Mikhail and Komau had known each other, trust had been gained between the two. He respected the man for coming from being a hunter and going into being an archivist, something most people would go stir crazy over. But Mikhail was doing fairly well, and Komau was pleased thus far with his work.
But now, with this discovery, Komau was on edge. Who else had been tampering with this artifact? Why was it ever allowed outside of security in the first place? If things were getting misplaced, someone was going to be regretting that decision. Mistakes were fine, but big mistakes like this could cost the Society more trouble than it was worth. He tried to redirect his frustration so that Mikhail did not receive the brunt of his agitation, but as Komau's mood darkened, so did his speech.
"This is unacceptable!" Komau's fist slammed into a nearby stand, promptly cracking the frail wooden object. He began to pace back and forth, trying to find the proper words to say. He needed to stay calm until all the facts were laid out in front of him, but it was becoming an increasingly difficult task.
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