[Private RP] The Detective and the Schemer

[sweet_lawliet]

[Who] L, Ienzo
[Where] Café by the trolley drop.
[When] Just after 5.
[What] A discussion of the festival, Saix, and perhaps some scheming is to be done...
[Notes] I doubt anything bad. Perhaps mild cursing, but altogether clean.

The detective had left a note for Light on the table before he went out, telling him to have whatever he wanted from the

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[cloakeddisciple]

He'd arranged the appointment just that morning, but by office closing Ienzo had been through the mill of the board's daily grind, and it was only the last check on his inbox which reminded him he was due at the quiet teashop in a few minutes. A zippy memo over the network to Lexaeus, should he return from the fields earlier than usual and wonder where his predictably habitual homebody of a flatmate had disappeared to, and then he'd hurried across the square to the cafe with china blue awnings

[sweet_lawliet]

L scratched the back of his head a little, despising his shoes. Honestly, he preferred to stay at home, speak from his laptop, so he could be without distractions and simply be able to concentrate. He had been working on a small project of his concerning the ShinRa corporation, and wondering just what Rufus was going to do about them, if he could. If not, the detective was dead-set on finding out what they were up to. Staying at home, sitting on his couch, browsing information with snacks handy...it made things easier

[cloakeddisciple]

Chai. It had been a long time since he'd taken spiced tea, and usually they had a habit of making it too honeyed sweet for his liking. But he didn't find L's request for sugar cubes too odd, seeing as the PPF head had gone through entire container of sweetener packets from the boardroom coffee station by the time their last meeting was through, and he couldn't recall L taking any more than just a cup of hot water at most.

"An enviable position." He mused with a wishful sigh and a yearning glance at his too-full briefcase. Ah, to work at home with just the network hookup, and spare the daily office dramas of seeing how many secretaries Xemnas could reject weekly, or how many time Rufus would spat with the man, or his father.

"You know, I've been trying to get them to operate paperless for months? But they're far too stuck in some of their old inefficiencies." Ienzo complained conversationally, staring at his reflection in the glass as he stirred his tea. "And you should have seen the mess of files when I started." he tsked softly

[sweet_lawliet]

He added two cubes of sugar automatically, then three more...then one, just in case, stirring the mixture together as he kept his black eyes on Ienzo's indigo one. The other always seemed to be far too knowledgeable for his age, and this, really, surprised him. He was...fourteen, was it? Fifteen? And yet he was a liaison for R&D, and supposedly a very influential person in the Board

[cloakeddisciple]

Ienzo merely rolled his eyes. Oh, bring it to Rufus, he had. Numerous times. Even fixed up the system for ease of data entry, but everyone seemed much fonder of handwritten forms that would later be typed in and processed by underlings like...he himself had been, when he'd started, shoved in a 5x8 cubicle. Cramming that space full of file folders, while wasting such a precious resource as paper, was simply impractical in the schemer's mind. But turning habit around was difficult when you were the youngest on the board and your station as a scientist already set any technological know-how into a niche

[sweet_lawliet]

L wouldn't bother with beating around the bush with anything, not unless there was something he needed. He would foreably be so with Light, in interrogation...for other suspects, he would do the same. But no, Ienzo wasn't on trial. He was simply relaying facts to him, concerns...concerns the head of the PPF should have been more aware of. This city filled up with new surprises every day, it seemed.

He added two more lumps of sugar into his tea, stirred it, and took another sip. "I heard about the previous incident. It was a confusing matter, however...something about keys as well. I didn't understand that. But I did comprehend that Saix attacked you, and that he was made a Guard for his display of strength." Here, the detective frowned. Corruption all around, even in this world

[cloakeddisciple]

Perhaps the soft surprise showed on his brow for a brief shadow of an instant, at very most, before the boy's face returned to a composed, thoughtful blank. Ah, so L did know of the last festival, and that the keybearers were involved, and that Ienzo himself had been target of the berserker's aggressions.

...Of course. As the head of the PPF, he would. The story would have come in bits from certain filtered channels, however, and the schemer was curious to know precisely how it had been relayed. "Personally, the only thing apparent from that incident is that it's me who requires guarding." He frowned, taking another small swallow of hot, milky tea and taking the time to enjoy breathing in it's aromatic flavors. "...And for that, I'm very grateful for Lexaeus." Ienzo murmured, closing his eyes and speaking reflectively, a tired tone. "And very grateful he was not asked to hold a formalized position on my behalf

[sweet_lawliet]

L hated to be out of the loop of anything, and he certainly felt restricted with the constant barriers that the Network was proving to give him. Rufus, it seemed, was trying to keep him out of the computers. But the police chief was determined to change that. If ShinRa was going to keep him out of the loop, then he was going to find his own way of gathering information

[cloakeddisciple]

"No offense taken." He muttered, seemingly equally distracted, eyes settled thoughtfully ahead, on the rim of his cup, as he brought it again to his lips. L was interesting company, one of the few people he could speak to with a certainly that the listening mind was right there, hovering and reading the smaller cues and subtexts, perhaps even the unintended ones