"Good then, you both know why you're here." Haman sat back down, resting her elbows on the desk, her chin resting on her fingers.
"Let me preface this by telling you both, you're not in trouble. It wasn't either one of your faults Mineva wandered off, it was mine." First things first, give credit where credit is due. "And the fact that you where both with her for most of that time made me feel immensely better... once I found her." Haman was careful to keep her tone even and warm even as she prepared to scold them.
[Kamille's not making any sounds as he prepares for the scolding of a lifetime. He's seen this song and dance before. When a woman is smiling and exuding an aura of terror like Haman was, your inevitable pain was going to be far greater than anything imaginable when she's finally bored of playing games.]
[Cynthia would be greatful for not being a newtype if she knew of this aura. Unlike Kamille, she's taking Haman's words at face value...maybe this wouldn't be so bad.]
"What we have here is a failure to communicate. I need to know I can count on your two, especially now." Haman sat back down at her desk, folding her hands before her. "It never occurred to either of you that I might be unaware of the the princess's whereabouts?"
She looked at Cynthia first, "Someday her safety will be your duty Cynthia, I expected better." And then to Kamille. "Kamille, you've let me down. I though you would be have the forethought to find me right away. Both of you together should have easily figure this out, but you didn't." She did not yell, but spoke evenly, and carefully, oratory skills she had mastered when she was scarcely older than they where now. The way you say things, always means more than what you actually say. Haman wanted them to know that even though she was disappointed in them, her adoration for them was not in danger, nor where the job she had given them. This was to be a lesson learned by all, Haman did not put herself above the blame either, after all she was the one who let Mineva wander off in the first place.
Haman shook her head and then pulled opened her desk drawer. setting four small black electronic devices, hardly bigger than a box of dental floss. "These are transmitters, from now on I ask that you keep one of these with you. They serve many purposes, but mostly so that you will always have a direct line to me at any time. There will no longer be an excuse for not informing me right away when things I need to be aware of arise." Haman picked up one of them, it was smaller than the others, and seemed to have fewer buttons. "This one is for the Princess. She's old enough now to have her own I think. She will be able to call either of you, as wells as Char or I with it. I doubt she will with out reason, unless your encourage her, but I will leave that up to you." Haman sat back now and smirked a little.
"I'm sorry Kamille, if you though I was going to shout."
"Good then, you both know why you're here." Haman sat back down, resting her elbows on the desk, her chin resting on her fingers.
"Let me preface this by telling you both, you're not in trouble. It wasn't either one of your faults Mineva wandered off, it was mine." First things first, give credit where credit is due. "And the fact that you where both with her for most of that time made me feel immensely better... once I found her." Haman was careful to keep her tone even and warm even as she prepared to scold them.
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Unlike Kamille, she's taking Haman's words at face value...maybe this wouldn't be so bad.]
[Maybe.]
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"What we have here is a failure to communicate. I need to know I can count on your two, especially now." Haman sat back down at her desk, folding her hands before her.
"It never occurred to either of you that I might be unaware of the the princess's whereabouts?"
She looked at Cynthia first,
"Someday her safety will be your duty Cynthia, I expected better."
And then to Kamille.
"Kamille, you've let me down. I though you would be have the forethought to find me right away. Both of you together should have easily figure this out, but you didn't." She did not yell, but spoke evenly, and carefully, oratory skills she had mastered when she was scarcely older than they where now. The way you say things, always means more than what you actually say. Haman wanted them to know that even though she was disappointed in them, her adoration for them was not in danger, nor where the job she had given them. This was to be a lesson learned by all, Haman did not put herself above the blame either, after all she was the one who let Mineva wander off in the first place.
Haman shook her head and then pulled opened her desk drawer. setting four small black electronic devices, hardly bigger than a box of dental floss.
"These are transmitters, from now on I ask that you keep one of these with you. They serve many purposes, but mostly so that you will always have a direct line to me at any time. There will no longer be an excuse for not informing me right away when things I need to be aware of arise." Haman picked up one of them, it was smaller than the others, and seemed to have fewer buttons.
"This one is for the Princess. She's old enough now to have her own I think. She will be able to call either of you, as wells as Char or I with it. I doubt she will with out reason, unless your encourage her, but I will leave that up to you." Haman sat back now and smirked a little.
"I'm sorry Kamille, if you though I was going to shout."
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On the other hand, having a direct line to Haman would be nice, should a situation arise.]
Understood. It won't happen again under my watch!
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