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Post by Tiga Ethuerre on Aug 11, 2008 22:49:57 GMT -5
Tiga Ethuerre pushed open the door of the stairwell, hoping she had the right floor in the apartment building. She was here on official diplomatic business from Tiric central, and she would hate to knock on the wrong door on her first official job as a diplomat. Walking down the hallway, she tried to look professional and not let on that she was slightly giddy. After all, she was finally being a diplomat, just as she'd always wanted.
Well, not that delivering paperwork was exactly daring or challenging. Still though, she thought, the quest must go on! Straightening up, she rand a hand over her hair to make sure it wasn't sticking out at odd angles, as it had been when she'd gotten up that morning. Content that it was not particularly crazy, she walked on.
Tiga scanned the doors carefully, checking each gold-colored number in search of the right apartment. 203...205...ah. 207. Tiga had arrived at the apartment of her victim...erm, paperwork recipient. She took a deep breath, made sure that her outfit and messenger bag looked presentable, and knocked on the door in a businesslike fashion.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Aug 11, 2008 23:50:13 GMT -5
Dieter heard a bell jingle which meant someone was on their way. Dieter misted through the duct in his apartment and into the hall. Once the person had arrived he rematerialized behind them. He recognized the person from the bar a couple weeks ago and then decided he'd mess with her just a little. Dieter put her arms behind her back and held her against the wall. He didn't slam her face in but he knew a lycan could take a little force.
"You'd better hope you have a clearance number. Who are you and who sent you!"
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Post by Tiga Ethuerre on Aug 14, 2008 23:34:53 GMT -5
Part of Tiga sighed resignedly. Another part of her skipped past rationality and pole-vaulted over human logic straight into blind panic.
A third part of her rocked out methodically to the song Brand New Lover, but as this was irrelevant, Tiga reacted to the resigned part of herself (fortunately). She stuck her business card over her shoulder and told the wall, "My name is Tiga Ethuerre and I have paperwork for you courtesy of the Raewyn Island chapter of Tiric. What in the name of catboys is a clearance number?"
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Aug 14, 2008 23:55:25 GMT -5
"Exactly, you could've given me the clearance number and you'd have been wrong. Meaning you're right. Or maybe you knew that. Hmmm..." Dieter took the card and paperwork and inspected it. "It appears legit you should probably take it to this address." Dieter wrote down Ashen's address. Ashen was better at this kind of thing anyway. Dieter handed the card with Ashen's scribbled address and then faded to black into his room again. Tiga might not ever know he was there.
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Post by Tiga Ethuerre on Aug 20, 2008 18:55:05 GMT -5
Tiga sighed and looked down at the scrawled address Deiter had given her. Room 325, hmm? She thought. Same building...good, all the less work for me. It's on a different floor though. Stuffing the paper in her pocket, Tiga went back to the stairs.
Emerging on the correct floor, she squinted at the numbers on the door in front of her. This one read three-fifteen, so Tiga walked down the hall until she reached Room 325. She smoothed both hands over her hair and fixed a diplomatic smile on her face yet again, then gave three firm knocks upon what she hoped was Ashen's door.
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Post by Tiga Ethuerre on Aug 20, 2008 21:25:38 GMT -5
Tiga kept up her smile, though she ran one hand over her bag uncertainly before handing the man her business card.
"Hello...are you Ashen? I went to Deiter Helyanwe's apartment with some paperwork from the Raewyn Island chapter of Tiric...and he sent me to your place. I was hoping you could take said paperwork?" She held out a sheaf of official-looking documents.
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