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[sliceitwithwind]

A bureaucracy gathers paperwork like a Starbucks gathers yuppies. Xigbar and Xaldin recovered Xaldin's entire office. While it is a very well organized office there is a lot of paperwork that they simply do not need now that they've withdrawn from the Organization. The problem is figuring out which of the papers are trash. He won't be throwing

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[thinkitwithguns]

"Dude, like. Can't that wait?"

Xigbar's voice is coming from somewhere above him, relatively speaking.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Did you know that Luxord sent in sixty three reports comparing and contrasting types of rum available in Port Royale?" Xaldin asks without looking up. His voice is considering, "Should I file those for potentially useful later or unlikely to be retrieved?"

[thinkitwithguns]

There is a very distinct and almost audible pause.

"Useful for later, dude! Duh."

[sliceitwithwind]

"That's what I thought." Xaldin slaps a brilliant yellow sticky note on top of the pile, stuffs it in a dark green folder, and slides it into position with other files.

There is a system. You just have to be Xaldin to figure it out.

"This could wait. But it kills the time. Hello, Xigbar."

[bluespells]

Billy, taking some advice from Will, is practicing his flying outside. Flying is wonderful -- the wind in your hair, the sun in your face -- he closes his eyes and soaks it up.

Unfortunately for him, and arguably Xaldin, he's not looking where he's going. And so he flies straight through Xaldin's piles of paperwork and scatters them all about. He notices he's hit something about six feet past Xaldin and opens his eyes, looking around with a confused expression on his face.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Dude!" Xaldin says reprovingly. The winds gather his papers back up and by the time Billy is looking at him again they're spinning past Xaldin's face and sorting themselves out. "Watch where you're going. This is ten years of reports."

[bluespells]

"I don't usually have to worry about offices floating around in mid-air," Billy snaps back, before getting control of his temper and watching as Xaldin sorts out his paperwork. "And, wow, you should do filing more often."

[sliceitwithwind]

"They were filed." Xaldin isn't offended. He can't be, really. "I am now sorting out which will continue to be useful and which are no longer necessary.

"If you had run into me instead of my paperwork it would have been a much harsher response. You should always look where you're going. You never know what you'll be sharing airspace with."