[closed] a matter of business
Characters; lord_mikhail & sparingthird
Setting/Location; Cabin #3
Date & Time; Day 1; Noon
Warnings; Maybe a little cursing, but nothing much else.
Briefing; Mikhail drops by to see BB, his new advisor, and hopes to accomplish something by meeting him face-to-face.
The day was, by far, fairly nice by Mikhails standards but he had no time to enjoy it or anything else for that matter. There were numerous things that he had needed to do before the day was over to prepare for the upcoming battles along with make sure that his would-be soldiers wouldn't be completely useless when he actually needed them to do more than stand around and bitch, and there was little else he hated more than bitchers and Attilic Henam. For now, he was going to seek out Birthday now that he had time to actually sleep-that is, if he slept. There was no telling with half of these weirdos-and have a nice little chat with him, which would hopefully let him if he had made an mistake or not by assigning him with such an important position.
Mikhail walked in long even strides towards the cabins, carrying himself exactly like one would expect the lord of a country to. He was a proud and confident man and seeing him in person only made it just that more obvious. He didn't bother to knock on the cabin door, there was no reason to, before he jerked open the door.
"Afternoon. Birthday," he stated.
Setting/Location; Cabin #3
Date & Time; Day 1; Noon
Warnings; Maybe a little cursing, but nothing much else.
Briefing; Mikhail drops by to see BB, his new advisor, and hopes to accomplish something by meeting him face-to-face.
The day was, by far, fairly nice by Mikhails standards but he had no time to enjoy it or anything else for that matter. There were numerous things that he had needed to do before the day was over to prepare for the upcoming battles along with make sure that his would-be soldiers wouldn't be completely useless when he actually needed them to do more than stand around and bitch, and there was little else he hated more than bitchers and Attilic Henam. For now, he was going to seek out Birthday now that he had time to actually sleep-that is, if he slept. There was no telling with half of these weirdos-and have a nice little chat with him, which would hopefully let him if he had made an mistake or not by assigning him with such an important position.
Mikhail walked in long even strides towards the cabins, carrying himself exactly like one would expect the lord of a country to. He was a proud and confident man and seeing him in person only made it just that more obvious. He didn't bother to knock on the cabin door, there was no reason to, before he jerked open the door.
"Afternoon. Birthday," he stated.