Oh. Er, I hope that you are ... up for the challenge. Your assignment is ... er, Sir Galahad. In this case, one small sin is enough to fulfill the task. Good luck.
[typist] If I'm bending the rules a little too much here, feel free to let me know and/or ignore this! But Adam's insisting on causing trouble ;) [/typist]
Though not, of course, specifically invited, everyone's favorite pint-sized Antichrist hears of the meeting by his own means. He peers in furatively from the doorway, then, when no one seems to be looking, sneaks in and heads to the back of the room where a pile of folders sits stacked on a desk. Grinning mischevously, Adam pulls the bottom folder out from under the stack, causing the rest to rather dramatically fall to the ground. "What's /this/ one 'bout?" he asks no one in particular as he peers into the contents of the folder he has selected.
Dagon hears the folders falling to the floor, and cringes, rapidly turning around, only to see Adam. He stands still for a moment, blinking, and if it was proper for a demon to flail ... he would.
"Er. You have in your hands ..." He looks over at the folder. "... Cosette Pontmercy's folder. But please put it down immediately. We're in the middle of an important meeting."
Having just handed over another assignment, Dagon attempts to glare as demonically as possible at Adam. (Which isn't very.) He picks up the folder that is lying on the ground, and places it neatly back into the newly-reorganized pile, and looks longingly at the folder that Adam is holding. He hates it when his organization is disrupted.
"Er. What do you think you're doing?" He says, in a voice which he hopes sounds vaguely stern.
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... I am ready for my assignment, Under-Duke.
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Er. Let me see. Your assigned mortal is ... Honor Harrington. *hands him a thick folder* Good luck.
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Well ... Er. Here's a good one. *hands him a folder* Raoul de Chagny.
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Is there anything in specific we need to be tempting the targets to do? Or shall I just.. have at?
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*pulls one up that simply says 'Brian Who Is Not Pollution, the Antichrist's friend'*
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Give me my assignment.
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*pulls up a really, really thick one*
Oh. Er, I hope that you are ... up for the challenge. Your assignment is ... er, Sir Galahad. In this case, one small sin is enough to fulfill the task. Good luck.
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Typist: ZOMFG. Arthurian. O_o
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Though not, of course, specifically invited, everyone's favorite pint-sized Antichrist hears of the meeting by his own means. He peers in furatively from the doorway, then, when no one seems to be looking, sneaks in and heads to the back of the room where a pile of folders sits stacked on a desk. Grinning mischevously, Adam pulls the bottom folder out from under the stack, causing the rest to rather dramatically fall to the ground. "What's /this/ one 'bout?" he asks no one in particular as he peers into the contents of the folder he has selected.
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Dagon hears the folders falling to the floor, and cringes, rapidly turning around, only to see Adam. He stands still for a moment, blinking, and if it was proper for a demon to flail ... he would.
"Er. You have in your hands ..." He looks over at the folder. "... Cosette Pontmercy's folder. But please put it down immediately. We're in the middle of an important meeting."
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"Er. What do you think you're doing?" He says, in a voice which he hopes sounds vaguely stern.
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