CHIYUKI
"D."
SUZUKI
"D."
SUZUKI
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It was late into the evening, and the Rune Knight headquarters began its strangely tranquil transition. Men and women retired from their cubicles and offices to go home while others appeared from the doorway ready to begin their shifts. Not everyone followed a strict schedule, and many of them were distinctly unique from one another, but the headquarters were never empty and was always bustling with some kind of activity. There was always some tragedy to deal with regardless of the time of day. Unfortunately for Chiyuki, or better known as Doppo by some folks, his daily routines usually revolved around work in Era or at headquarters. He spent his nights and his days in Era and many would consider him some sort of a workaholic, even though he wasn't one and never intended to portray himself that way.
The Field Marshall, Serilda Sinclair, happened to be away this evening. So Doppo created a dangerous habit of retiring to her own office and sitting in her own chair while she was away. He hadn't been caught but his being there was widespread information among those who watched him, and very few seemed to have an issue with it considering all he did was resume his work and occasionally nap. However, this time around, the listless redhead seemed to be moodier. He looked as indifferent as a human being could possibly be, but his brows scrunched and screwed together more often than usual and it was these minute details that made clear his mood.
Chiyuki was waiting for Tamlin—a recent recruit whose work ethic was abysmal and discipline was nonexistent. Frankly, he seemed to loiter more than work, and it was becoming an issue. Although he had attempted to correct him several times, Tamlin seemed to ignore it. So, consequently, he had requested a coworker to send out some ominous request that Serilda Sinclair herself wanted to see him in her office—in which Chiyuki sat patiently with a bag of cheap fudge cookies from a convenience store nearby and a bottle of scotch in front of him. The woman who sent out the request from him was, of course, weary and anxious about doing such a thing dishonestly, but the redhead had somehow convinced her to do it anyway—apparently telling her that he would take the blame and telling her this as lackadaisically as he could be persuasive enough for her. So now, he waited.
He waited in his usual black, crisp uniform. It was perhaps the simplest of them all and stood out the least, but it was supremely well-kept and didn't make him look any less sharp despite his slouching posture and an awful case of bedhead and baggy eyes. He was reclining back into the leather seat, a cold glass pressed against his lips with the amber alcohol slowly trickling in with any small movement of his fingers. He was reading through some sort of paperwork—recent reports, probably. He was only a private himself but he spent a great amount of time helping others rather than pursuing investigations and other things, and this happened to be one of them. And so he waited, brooding, and unhappy.
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