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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 7, 2013 20:12:38 GMT -8
It wasn't often Delilah sat behind a desk, but when she did, it was very important and she was wearing a suit. Talon had made one for her eons ago and she was dying for a chance to use it. God knew she would never wear a dress.
Here she sat behind the makeshift desk in the garage her office with various little side projects scattered beside her. She would wait politely for the man she had summoned, almost nervously rifling through the papers she had brought to her work station.
Biding her time. Waiting. Patiently.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 7, 2013 20:31:10 GMT -8
it wouldn't be long before the young woman in the suit would hear the all too familier padded footsteps of a man who looked far too heavy to be that quiet. Giving a knock on the wall, Marcus slipped into the Garage, taking a moment to give the area a quick scan with his eyes, taking everything in.
"Hey Del, Heard you wanted to see me-."
Marcus suddenly caught himself when he finaly got a good look at what the young First was wearing, his head actualy tilting to the side alittle.
"Daaaaamn. That suit fits........BLAH! Anyway, You rang?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 7, 2013 21:00:14 GMT -8
Delilah indeed heard Marcus approaching, though not long before he reached the door. One of the things she liked about the big man was his ability to move silently, a skill she took pride in herself. Though for a man his size, he did it rather well. The fact that she could hear him now meant that he wasn't trying to conceal his steps, letting her know he was coming out of politeness.
She got to her feet, smiling as he entered the room, blushing faintly as he noticed how well the suit fit around her torso. She chuckled, waving him in from behind her desk, "Marcus! Come in, come in. You're--"
her eyes had unconciously drifted down to his wrist to find it bare and her expression faltered for a moment --only a moment-- before slipping back into place a split second later. She would think about the implications of that later.
"--right on time. Come in, have a seat." Delilah gestured to the chair in front of the desk (she was seated on her workbench on the other side).
Once he sat Delilah picked up the papers and gave them another slightly nervous shuffle before setting them down again. Blue eyes flicked up to Marcus'. "Do you know why I've called you here today, Brother Prasad?" she said in a mock serious voice with a smile. She wasn't good at this bureaucratic shit.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 7, 2013 21:09:36 GMT -8
When Dels eyes drifted to his Wrist, Marcus let out an embaressed cough and clasped his hands behind his back, hiding the absence of the ribbon. Lips pressed into a thin line, he gave her a look that promised explainations at a later date.
"Do you know why I've called you here today, Brother Prasad?"
"Because I slipped a live toad down Becky's shirt Mrs Black."
Marcus replied dejectedly before suddenly and viciously shaking his head.
"Shit, sorry! RIGHT! Serious mode, serious mode!"
The man just couldn't help himself sometimes, though while Delilah fidgeted nervously, Marcus seemed rather calm, and was in fact QUITE curious as to what the heck was going on here.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 7, 2013 21:26:12 GMT -8
She noticed the almost apologetic look Marcus gave her before he sat down, and she was tempted to wave it away. Maybe she didn't want to know what happened to that little red ribbon. But she would be willing to hear him out if he was willing to explain.
Nonetheless, she couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter at his little joke, shaking her head. She looked down at one of the papers ahead of her, finding a line and tapping a finger there to mark her place before looking back up at Marcus.
"It's serious, but not dire or anything. I'm acting as an emissary for Zero Winters, as I often do, speaking on his behalf. My voice is a reflection of his will today."
She looked down to the paper and began reading the untidy notes scrawled on the page.
"'Zero Winters would like to apologize first and foremost for not being here today and hopes you are doing well in your current role.
'However, we have seen fit to change your standings here within the Crows. Taking into account your exemplary service in your missions, the management of the Wolf-pack, and the invaluable presence and warrior spirit you brought to the battle field in the fight against Barker, your over qualification for your role as 'Brother' has set you apart for what we hope to be new challenges. And a new role'."
She looked up at him, smiling a little more now.
"Based on these deeds and the strength of character you exude, we would like to promote you to the role of 'Grim', if you are willing to accept."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 7, 2013 21:43:31 GMT -8
Whatever the man was expecting, it sure as hell wasn't this. Delilah would have no problem recognising the look of sheer surprise on the mans face before he put a hand over his bearded mouth to hide the massive MASSIVE smile on his face.
Grim Prasad.......Had a nice Morbid ring to it.
Suddenly Marcus would go ramrod straight, Chest puffed out with pride.
"I'd have to be a damn fool not to accept Ma'am! Thank you!"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 7, 2013 22:32:53 GMT -8
His elation was quite apparent and it only widened her own smile. Though he was very much a man, she also saw that little bit of childlike glee in him that she liked so much. And just like that, he was formal, sitting up straight as though he had been presented with a badge of honour. Which he sort of had.
She nodded at his words, pleased. "Good! SO. The parts of this role are that you are marked as an elite fighter amongst the Crows...naturally, your team will be as such.
What I would like to see, personally, is a differentiation between Wolf-pack and Tengu. We're rather similar and, while that isn't bad, might be a cause for confusion. My unit and how I've trained them, is to act as a team or in pairs. Sweep in silently, hit the mark and then they're outta there. Like the Marines used to do. But they act as a unit first and foremost. They can act without me, but its better if I'm there, especially as a First. Leaders should be able to fight with their men, in my opinion.
"That said, in the interest of differentiation... I think it would be interesting if the Wolf-pack were a bit more like covert ops. CIA or something. Agents who can do anything and work individually in any environment. THAT would be invaluable, in my opinion.
"But tell me what you have planned first. If you already have a plan in action, I'd love to hear it." she laced her fingers together and peered at him over her hands.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 7, 2013 23:11:33 GMT -8
"Funny you should mention that actualy."
Marcus responded eagerly.
"Two of the Primary Strengths I outlined to Unfettered was a Covert Infiltration team capable of operating behind Enemy lines for days at a time. With the Parkour training I had planned out for them, they could cover great distances through any Urban terrain as well as easily evade even a Mechanized force. With Survival training and stealth they can also infect Barker Territory like Cancer, perform rapid extractions, Sabotage, Assasinations, Recon, You name it, My wolves can do it, with low logistical maintenance, meaning little to no supplies or vehicles. Anything they would need, they steal on the bounce."
"Though....Generally speaking they DO hunt in packs of at least 3-5 people. Going by your analogy, if Tengu are the Seals or Marines, Then the Wolfpack comprise of Tier 1 Operatives."
Clearly the man thought VERY highly of his team. Which made it a shame that they were nowhere near operation readyness.
Yet.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 7, 2013 23:42:53 GMT -8
Delilah would nod her understanding. It sounded about right to her; it was good to know that they were on the same page on that part.
"Alright, good! But you'll not only be gaining territory, but responsibilities as well. You have your team and the other Crows in the area, but you'll also have citizens to look after too. Have you done anything to accommodate them or do you have plans too?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 8, 2013 22:49:24 GMT -8
Marcus opened his mouth to speak, but then paused before closing it. He then shifted his weight to one leg and found himself slipping into the womans clear blue eyes again. That was when he noticed it. The droop, the dark circles, the bags, the subtle lines around the eyes. Delilah looked pretty damn tired and who can blame her with all the new responsibilites riding on her slender shoulders.
It was sunny and warm outside. Marcus immediatly had an idea. Drawing himself up, Marcus put on a most official tone of voice, his face becomming quite serious.
"You know what First Black? I believe this enviroment may be harmful to further discussions. I propose we continue our interview in an area far more suitable. Perhaps outside? In a nice quiet place, Preferably with a view of the Ocean. My Motorcycle is standing by in case you require transportation."
Marcus would wait a few moments to see if Delilah would follow the same thread of logic he had. The woman needed a break from everything for awhile and by god, a break was exactly what she was going to get.
"For official Crow business of course."
He would add with a slow smirk.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 8, 2013 23:29:22 GMT -8
Delilah had to stare at Marcus for a few moments, just blinking in bewilderment at his statement. Outside? Why? Fresh air might not be so bad, but she had so much work to do that it might not be the best idea.
Then again, she hadn't visited the sea in a while. And it was still business...
Delilah looked down at the papers on her desk with a small frown, then back at Marcus. "But...the papers..."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 8, 2013 23:36:34 GMT -8
Marcus didn't even skip a beat, or change the look on his face.
"...Can be brought along with if it's required. There is plenty of room in the saddlebags."
Sensing that he had effectiely taken control of the situation, Marcus decided to push.
"I guess it's settled then! I'm sure Lady will make sure not to get soot on your VERY nice suit ma'am. She's generaly good like that."
Turning to the side, Marcus gestured to the garage door where Lady waited outside.
"Now then. Shall we?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 11, 2013 2:58:24 GMT -8
Slowly, the corners of Delilah's lips slowly turned upwards into a smile, as unsure as she still looked. She wanted to stay behind where she was needed, but...this also made sense.
Part of her, the "First" part, did not like terms being set for her by someone other than her leader. She pushed this aside, however. Not only was it a bitter and potentially poisonous thought, but it was also catty and she knew that had no place in a position of leadership. So, she would let the Grim have what he wanted. She pushed herself out of her chair with a scrape, walking around her desk as she gathered her papers in her hands, walking with him. "Alright. You win."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 16, 2013 0:03:53 GMT -8
"Alright. You win."
"Naturaly."
Marcus replied with a smirk.
"I always win. Even when I lose. ESPECIALY when I lose. Go ahead and take a minute to let the staff know you'll be out and about for awhile. I'll go Warm Lady up while I wait. I don't want people thinking I was sneaking you out or anything."
And so Marcus took his leave to do just that, revving the engines as he replaced his flatcap with a skullcap and slipped his riding goggles over his eyes. Waiting for Delilah to re-emerge.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 16, 2013 0:13:57 GMT -8
"I always win. Even when I lose. ESPECIALY when I lose. Go ahead and take a minute to let the staff know you'll be out and about for awhile. I'll go Warm Lady up while I wait. I don't want people thinking I was sneaking you out or anything."
Now, why would they think that?[/i] she thought to herself with a bit of regret and bitterness, eyes flickering to his newly bare wrist as he turned his back. She nodded back at him, pulling her blu-tooth out of her pocket and tapping it into place on her ear as Marcus left to attend to Lady. Informing the relay team that she was stepping out for a moment, she would stride with her combat boots (she would never give those up) clicking against the cement as she made her way to Marcus and Lady, swinging a leg calmly over the bike's flank and wrapping her arms loosely around his waist.
Loosely. Her upper body barely touching his at all.
Respecting his wishes.[/size]
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