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[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

{Dietrich appears on the plane, smiling cheerfully. And genuinely cheerful too, not just 'pretending-to-be-cheerful-to-fool-the-worms' cheerful. Why you may ask? That would be because he got to torment one of his favorite people in the world. It's a happy occasion, alright? But with that nice and done with, it leaves something to be less than desired: paperwork. So Dietrich brought his desk full of neatly organized papers with him today, which he's looking through and reading. There are also various newspapers in several languages stacked neatly to one side. After reading over a mission report for a few moments he instead leans back in his chair with an idle expression, reading one in English, which he reads the title for aloud.}

Fire at the Vatican, over 20 dead or missing, extremist Methuselah believed to be the blame.

{A sigh} Radu should have been more careful. We wanted it to be more quiet than that.

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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She jumps up lightly onto the desk.] Fire doesn't like listening, you know.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

{:| This is an animal free work zone. He picks it up and puts her on the ground.} Fire doesn't listen at all.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Jumps back up.] So you shouldn't play with it.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

{And off again} No animals on my desk.

It's not me that plays with it. It's the Ifrit type vampire under my control. He can be quite troublesome.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[And up again.] But you play with him.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

{:| OFF. And this time you get hit with the newspaper he's holding} Oh? What makes you think that?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[FFFFT. She hooks her claws into it and dangles when he tries to pick it back up.] I dunno.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

This is getting old fast, cat. {He grabs the scruff of her neck to pry her off that newspaper} The don't spout nonsense.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Okay THAT SHE DOES NOT LIKE. Bad memories are bad. She struggles, kicking and hissing.] Not nonsense just not yousense.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

{It's alright, Dietrich, obviously, does not like animals. So as soon as she lets go, he drops her.} Like I said, nonsense.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Hello! Here's Ammy coming to sit and watch you again.]

Hm, dead people are that amusing, are they~?

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

In this case, no, honestly. It's more troublesome that he got carried away.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Ah, must mean a lot of of clean-up work for you, I suppose.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Somewhat. It's more paperwork for me, for reports to read for, more people that I have to read about and make sure that their deaths aren't important. I never clean-up after Flammenschwert's messes. He's responsible for his actions in that way.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

It sounds like quite a burden, really.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

It's a pain. But there's nothing better to do. And sometimes it can be pretty fun.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Hm. I would not know. I have never had to do paperwork. [Smiiiiles~] Only brushwork.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[comes up behind him, curious] Vatican? Is that not where you obtained those samples you gave to me?

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Brushwork?

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Ah, no. I developed those samples myself. I don't work for the Vatican. I suppose...just between the two of us, I work against it. It's full of fools and religious zealots. It's...not really suitable to be the head of a government at all.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Brushwork. [And she just grins.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[And this would be Cy, stalking up to the leg of his desk and sinking her claws into it.]

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

{He was trying to be nice, but whatever. When he said off he meant it, so this time Dietrich kicks the cat}

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

{Shrugs} It sounds more boring than paper work.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it is~

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Yowls, spits and vanishes in a fluffed-up cloud of fur.]