Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 12, 2013 0:45:39 GMT -8
Breaking Into Style
The aftermath of the Barker invasion onto Crows territory... left a lot of things to be tended to. Kiyoshi was dead and "Unfettered" was gone, leaving a very disgruntled "Teal" to deal with a First Crow Delilah.
...A knock at her door and a crow with a salute would leave her with a summons, before the terrfied looking Crow would march off...
"Teal" was in the rarely used upper levels where Crows was initially formed, in the reformed office area.
[6/30/2013 12:57:32 AM] Gemmy/Delilah: HERE
[6/30/2013 1:01:12 AM] Gemmy/Delilah: A dishevled Delilah opened her door (far earlier than should be allowed) to intercept a...horrified looking Crow soldier who bolted from her sight the second the paper was in her hands. She stared down at the paper with a raised eyebrow.
Already she had an idea of who it was from.
...Confirmation was assured as she opened the missive (rather curt and blunt, per the standard of 'Teal'. A sigh escaped her and she started off in the direction of the upper offices, leaving Heather behind to care for Oliver if needed. Not bothering to tidy herself up much.
...Lots of reasons.
Within due course of receiving the message, she would arrive at the indicated office 'Teal' wished to meet within.
[6/30/2013 1:07:02 AM] Michael De Vera: She would traverse up the stairs to find herself in the mostly unused second floor, save for some of the officers, the communications center... and of course, the abandoned open bar, where "Teal" was found sitting in a large leather chair with brass buttons on it, a plethora of notes and pages on his lap. He poured over them with excruciatingly meticulous detail until he heard the tapping sounds of Delilah's feet---provided of course she wasn't sneak-walking.
Delilah would be immediatly greeted not with a hello nor even a friendly smile... but a judging, scrutenizing stare.
...Of disapproval.
...
"VER IST YOUR SEAMSTRESS."
[6/30/2013 1:16:09 AM | Edited 1:17:58 AM] Gemmy/Delilah: Following the direction of the summons, it began to occur to Delilah more and more that she was entering an inner sanctum of sorts, which was strange because 'Teal' had been back for exactly...how many days?
Sure enough, she found him seated in the (uncomfortable looking) leather wing back chair in the old bar, wrapped up in his thoughts and his crankiness and the low light of the room. He glowered at her with great discontent.
"VER IST YOUR SEAMSTRESS."
"Sleeping, probably." she replied without preamble. It was almost pointless with 'Teal' anyway.
[6/30/2013 1:18:23 AM] Michael De Vera: Without another action, the German pushed himself up to his feet. Standing in his full uniform and his permanent scowl attached. He began to stride over to Delilah... and then next to her, growling all the while.
"Take me to him."
[6/30/2013 1:24:39 AM] Gemmy/Delilah: It still bewildered Delilah to see 'Teal' walking of all things. It was good to see him not confined to a wheelchair as he had been before...but something about him being more mobile now made him seem all the more...menacing.
Delilah turned about face as 'Teal' made his
She looked at him with faint amusement from the corners of her blue, slightly puffy eyes. "Any reason in particular?"
[6/30/2013 1:26:27 AM] Michael De Vera: "Because you dress like a homeless woman, First Crow," he grunted.
[6/30/2013 1:41:40 AM | Edited 1:43:27 AM] Gemmy/Delilah: Delilah continued to stare at 'Teal' out of the corner of her eyes for a long moment before chuckling quietly to herself and turning her gaze back to the path down the stairs. "I missed you, too."
--SOON they would arrive at the door of the set of shared rooms of the Tengu, no different from any of the other doors down the hall. The raven haired woman rapped her knuckles sharply against the door.
A moment passed.
From within, the muffled sounds of a single, male voice could be heard, talking as if to himself. The voice would start to grow progressively louder, until words could be made out. :--Better not be some more FUCKING COCK HUNTING AT THE FUCKING CRACK OF DAWN BECAUSE FUCKING BIRCH DECIDED IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO STEAL THAT BITCH'S PANTIES AND NO DAMMIT, IT'S [/I][/font] MY DAY OFF AND I'M NOT GONNA DO IT, DEL, NONONONONONONO--[/font]
The door was wrenched inwards as it opened, and standing in the doorway looking MORE disheveled than Delilah (as well as being shirtless and very angry looking) was the extremely tall and wide man known as Talon. He stared down at his superior officer with a look of frustration and determination.
"NO."
Delilah turned calmly to 'Teal' with a small smile on her lips. "Talon, this is 'Teal', interim Zero of Crows. 'Teal', this is my 'seamstress'."
[6/30/2013 1:46:47 AM] Michael De Vera: ...Who would be found glaring VERY VEHEMENTLY at Talon, with his hands clasped behind his back. His face spoke of nothing less than total disbelief of this man's profession.
"HERR BURLES," the man barked, "SHOW ME PROOF ZAT DU ARE A SATISFACTORY SEAMSTRESS."
[6/30/2013 1:54:32 AM] Gemmy/Delilah: Talon stared down at the man (not as far as he usually did for Delilah, but Talon was on the upper end of six feet tall) with an incredulous look. First, the resemblance to the currently MIA Zero was obvious. Except for the non-smiling bit. Secondly, it was absolutely uncanny how a shorter man could make him feel so...small.
Who the fuck is this guy? Talon turned his gaze to Delilah, hoping for answers.
He would receive none. The mechanic blinked blithely back at him, her amusement only evident in her eyes. "That's an order, Talon."
...So either she didn't know what the hell was going on or, she didn't want to divulge.
Grumbling to himself, Talon disappeared back into his room with the door swinging shut behind him. The sounds of rummaging would be heard from within for several moments before Talon reemerged, a black t-shirt now covering his formerly naked upper body and a pair of round spectacles on the bridge of his nose. In his hand was a small manilla folder of paper. He would hold it out to 'Teal'.
"I uh...I designed and put together Bastille's wedding dress that Del..er, the First commissioned for her." he shrugged uneasily.
NOT KNOWING WHAT TO THINK OF THIS MAN.
[6/30/2013 2:01:07 AM] Michael De Vera: Rather rudely and impatiently, the German would snap the designs from the man's hand, pressing his face into it, filling the air with "JUDGING" and total displeasure in general. He scrutenized the dress for minutes, poking with a deft finger up and down, noting the details, breathing his commentary under his breath.
---And just like that, snapped the finger back towards Talon with a sharp thrust of his hand, the paper unharmed.
"WUNDERBAR. DU ARE NOW TITLED DAS' CROWS' 'FEATHERER,'" he spat, his words booming, his admission begrudging.
"VE NEED AN OFFICIAL DESIGN FOR CROWS' OFFICERS OF FIRST, SINCE ALL OF DAS ZEROS APPEAR TO ENJOY DYING ON US."
He stared at the seamstress, his mouth closed, tightlipped. His eye was scrunched, as though trying to peer into the man's soul. Distrust dripping from him on the man's creativity.
"VE SHALL USE MEIN, FOR SPEED UND EFFICIENCY'S SAKE.
"HOW MANY PEOPLE WILL DU REQUIRE TO AID DU?
"...TO FINISH BY DAS END OF DAS WEEK?"
[6/30/2013 2:10:03 AM] Gemmy/Delilah: As the designs were snatched away from him without any candor whatsoever, Talon turned his now alarmed gaze to Delilah. The line of her mouth wavered for a moment into a small smile before her face became impassive again.
Oh yes. She was enjoying this.
Just as suddenly as the papers had been taken several minutes before, the papers were thrust back into his hands without ceremony.
"What the--"
AND THEN THE GERMAN MAN BEGAN SHOUTING AT HIM.
It was a lot to take in; first he was the 'Featherer' and then he was supposed to design a uniform for First officers of Crows (So, essentially, just Delilah) AND THEN HE WAS SUPPOSED TO USE...THE OBVIOUSLY NAZI INSPIRED DESIGNS OF HIS UNIFORM.
He blinked as the barrage of shouted, angry, ultimately confusing words ended. He watched as Delilah rolled her eyes in the direction of the teal haired nazi man.
"Really? You want to see me dressed as a Nazi that badly?"
Talon blinked twice. Not sure what the hell was going on here...
"um...five? Wait, the end of the week is in four days!"
[6/30/2013 2:14:03 AM] Michael De Vera: The angry German ignored the First Crow's comment with a turn of his head back towards Talon where his vehemence appeared to have been redirected.
"ZERFORE ICH SHALL GIVE DU TEN TO GET IT DONE IN TWO."
[6/30/2013 2:20:44 AM] Gemmy/Delilah: For whatever reason, as 'Teal' redirected his gaze back to him, he found himself wishing that Delilah hadn't said that to him. In fact, it was a marvel to him at all that she could stand there so calmly in the face of his...his...
INTENSITY.]
All he could do was gape. An entire uniform, start to finish, done in two days? With ten hands it was feasible, but they'd need to be working around the clock.
Normally, Talon would try to reason with or use logic to turn such a situation into his favour. This was not the case with 'Teal', he quickly realized. Here was a man who would not be bossed.
...there was also a faint but growing feeling of desperately not wanting to disappoint this 'interim Zero' in any way shape or form.
"Uh...okay?"
[6/30/2013 2:24:14 AM] Michael De Vera: A word of admission.
The German stepped towards the man. His expression was nothing short of SEETHING.
"FIND YOUR MEN, ZEN.
"ZER RATIONS WILL BE DOUBLED FOR DAS DURATION."
Whipping aboutface, the man began to stride off. Clicking his heels together, he looked back, glaring at the man out of the corner of his eye.
"IT MUST BE DONE. PERFECTLY."
[6/30/2013 2:24:38 AM] Gemmy/Delilah: [1:56:14 AM | Edited 1:56:34 AM] Michael De Vera: Teal/U: "Delilah... ve have much to discuss..."
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[6/30/2013 2:24:48 AM] Gemmy/Delilah: (^JUST SAW THAT ASDLKGHSDKLGHASLDKGHASLKDGHSADJLGHLSDJGHLDS)
[6/30/2013 2:33:37 AM] Gemmy/Delilah: The blue-green haired man took a sudden step forward and Talon flinched a bit. The closer he got to that EYE the more intense the sheer...hatred and vehemence of his character seemed. It was overwhelming to say the least.
He barely caught the bit about double rations. The portly man doubted VERY MUCH that he would be eating any time soon.
Foolishly, as the man began to stride away, he almost believed that the mental anguish he had been enduring would end.
No such luck. That EYE was on him again as 'Teal' turned to look at him once again.
"IT MUST BE DONE.
PERFECTLY."
Wide eyed, Talon would stare after 'Teal' and Delilah (who turned from him with a Cheshire like grin as she started after 'Teal') and tried to piece back together his broken mind.
A few moments later, he was off and running to locate assistants to help him create the uniform.
[6/30/2013 2:40:41 AM] Michael De Vera: Unsatisfied, the German continued marching off, back to the upper levels, with Delilah in tow. Only when they had gotten back to the upper level though did he turn again about face. Glaring.
"Dismissed."
* * * * * * TWO DAYS LATER * * * * * *
[6/30/2013 2:46:29 AM | Edited 2:52:35 AM] Gemmy/Delilah: Once she had been properly dismissed, Delilah would flourish a most ostentatious bow before heading back to her quarters. Later, she would be summoned by Talon (repeatedly) to be measured for her outfit...but for now, the mechanic would go back to her bed in an attempt to find sleep that would never come.
. . .
Two days later, most promptly and with the First in tow, Talon would seek out 'Teal' to display the uniform. As he came to the threshold of the room, dragging a slightly protesting Delilah along by her wrist, Talon would appear...harried. Perhaps a little paranoid. Even slightly mad.
"They're...the uniform is done, sir."
[6/30/2013 2:56:20 AM] Michael De Vera: "Teal" would be found in the upper area again, though the open bar and desk area would be slightly modified, though the large leather chain remained. There was a yoke laid plainly on the ground, along with seven buckets filled with water. There was also a hurriedly crafted table with a cage of cats on it, hissing and mewling, scratching at the cage. The table itself was covered in a multitude of scratches... and there appeared to be four pieces of rope bound to each of the four legs, with length enough to reach.
Brooding in his chair, the German was to be found leaning forward, with a duster and a magnifying glass uncomfortably holstered at the sides of his belt. His eye swiveled up at the tapping sound of the presumed presences of Talon and Delilah, though his uncomforting lips were sealed briefly behind his two clasped hands.
---Only to briskly slap to the arm rests of the chair, snapping the man into a standing position as he marched right on over to them whipping out the magnifying glass and duster.
"Take me to zem."
[6/30/2013 3:01:26 AM] Gemmy/Delilah: While Talon was too concerned with the room's occupant to see the...random collection of things 'Teal' had attained, Delilah certainly noticed. And looked at him, long and hard as he marched towards them. She opened her mouth to question his taste in decor after 'Teal' had finished speaking--
"No need, sir. I brought the finished product with me."
The burly man's left eye convulsively twitched.
Releasing his hold on Delilah, Talon pulled from a small plastic bag at his side the paper design(s [there had been multiple kicks at the cat, or so to speak]) to give to 'Teal' to look over while he arranged the finished product on a collapsible hanger he had brought with him.
[6/30/2013 3:12:26 AM] Michael De Vera: He glared over at Talon... and then to the paper design(s), which he took between his pinky and ring finger. The German began staring at it... muttering little things here and there as he looked at it, ocassionally bringing up the magnifying glass on some of the words, as though dissatisfied with the wording itself. He finished by handing the paper back to Talon...
Staring at the finished product.
Even as Talon finished assembling it, the German had already begun his rounds about it, mentally comparing the designs to the product itself. Scrutenizing. Comparing. Determined to fault this man for any imperfection or failure to uphold the design he set out to create... first and foremost by looking for any spare or hanging thread. To check the armpits. To compare the lengths with what was written. To go over the areas where the notes had been scribbled in.
Many harumphing sounds were made.
He made several non-commital grunts as he pulled at the leggings, checking the durability, assessing the length... inspecting for even a fleck of dust, which would immediatly earn a disgusted growl with a flick of the duster.
When he was done... he holstered both the glass and the duster... and then looked over at Talon. Narrowing his eye.
...As he pulled out a measuring tape from his pocket.
For several more minutes, the German began to assess the product, this time checking the lengths.
There was a snapping sound as he pulled it tight, before it slapped back into its casing as he stood up, as though finished with his appraisal, grunting---
"---DELILAH, KOMM ZU MIR."
[6/30/2013 3:19:55 AM] Gemmy/Delilah: Talon watched with every ounce of a true artist's anxiety as every facet, every tiny detail was looked over with great scrutiny. Every disapproving growl was a knife in his heart. Every satisfied grunt a bevvy of unprecedented elation.
He considered it a gift of the gods that 'Teal' had not court marshalled him for the two specks of dust he found.
Delilah watched with her arms crossed over her chest from a few feet away, far more curious about the strange state of 'Teal's..."office".
"---DELILAH, KOMM ZU MIR."
Delilah looked up with a raised eyebrow...and then sighed. She strode over the last couple of feet to where 'Teal' was standing, looking skeptical and faintly amused at all the fussing.
"Ja~?" she replied with a hint of a teasing note in her voice.
[6/30/2013 3:22:47 AM] Michael De Vera: The teasing was blatantly ignored, though his brow narrowed at it, as he steamrolled right along.
"HERR BURLES HAS MEASURED DU TO A 'T'?"
[6/30/2013 3:24:48 AM] Gemmy/Delilah: Delilah restrained herself from rolling her eyes. Barely. "Yes. About forty times."
Off to the left, Talon tittered to himself somewhat desperately. [color=gold"It had to be PERFECT."[/COLOR][/size]
