Cast: Lucifel (Dea)
Deallocate | Sexy is back: Lucifel let a long yawn escape, and rubbed his eyes. He was a picturesque image of an overworked businessman: Fancy yet rumpled clothes, a loosened tie, and most importantly, dark rings underneath his ruby eyes. The young man was slumped over a small palmwood desk in his room at the boardinghouse. Clutched in one hand was his ever-present notebook; in the other, an ornate writing quill.
I can't keep this up much longer. Even I have my limits, and it's best I not push them too often in my line of work. Lucifel thought inwardly, resisting the temptation of another yawn.
The criminal flipped to a page in his notebook simply marked 'Niciri', and watched disinterestedly as long, flowing script inscribed itself across the page in delicate strokes. Yet another of Lucifel's many informants, checking in for the night. After silently reading over the encrypted passage, he conveyed a portion of the information to his spies in the neighboring country of Alaros to aid in their investigation.
All in all, however, it was a quiet night. No emergencies requiring the immediate aid of a certain hero-man had arisen, and Lucifel was left with little more to do than to micromanage his people. Dragging a free hand through his crimson hair, the information broker perused the events within each nation, one after another.
Deallocate | Sexy is back: A sharp decline in the economy here. Surprising lack of Nest activity there. Sparks of a coup over there. Until suddenly, an informant checked in with a single phrase.
‘Happy Birthday!’
Lucifel frowned. His spies knew he disapproved of using work channels for anything other than business. To think that such an upstanding informant would invoke a rebuke over something so trivial? It was unheard of. The sharp-witting criminal picked up his quill, and thought over his biting response carefully.
Deallocate | Sexy is back: He was drawn from his thoughts when a crude drawing of a cake accompanied the well-wishing seconds later. After that, drawings of a few party confections and confetti. Lucifel couldn’t help as a small smile spread across his face. On the adjacent page, a similarly sappy message was slowly being written.
Such lack of professionalism. Really now. he thought to himself, but Lucifel’s face didn’t match his halfhearted thoughts. Nor did he give thought to how a group of professional spies had uncovered such a tidbit of information from his personal life. It was their forte, after all. The sound of scratching was heard as more pages undoubtedly filled up while his underlings across the archipelago wished him a happy birthday. Lucifel snorted. Apparently it had just hit midnight.
In a sudden burst of energy, he ripped the notebook open to the last page, one generally reserved for emergencies. It would transmit its contents to every other owner of an identical notebook, instead of the central-node system normally employed.
‘Shut up, you pests!’ Lucifel slashed out in a fit of mock rage, grinning all the while. He looked down at the page with muted interest, to see how the others would respond to such an obvious breach in protocol.
Deallocate | Sexy is back: A smiley face inscribed itself directly underneath. Lucifel immediately recognized the handwriting of his immediate assistant. It was followed shortly by ‘Get some sleep for once, bossman. You deserve it.’
He stared at the single sentence wordlessly. And then let out a short burst of air from his mouth in amusement, before snapping in notebook shut.
As the eternally exhausted man collapsed on his cot, Lucifel reflected that he had been given the best gift he could have wished for.
Deallocate | Sexy is back: ===END RP===
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