Eccentric-02
It took hours of sorting well-overdue paperwork, alongside making dozens of calls to several departments. But still, by the next morning, the situation had been more or less sorted. I wasn't really affected by yet another all-nighter, but surprisingly, Azul also seemed perfectly fine and normal.
Speaking of Azul, the Origin (I'm presuming he is, although there are quite a few regular people working here) had finally come around to helping me through the night, after I shuffled around and handed him his official papers. With this, he was now my new personal secretary.
After sorting everything out, I leaned back against my (temporary) office chair, pinching the bridge of my nose with my hands, before turning to face Azul, who was still looking through some things. He had proved surprisingly competent in organising all my things, and keeping track of appointments throughout the night. Well, I suppose there was a reason the Visionary personally appointed him.
Taking a proper look at Azul, for the first time without being in a rush or screaming my lungs off at him, I noticed he was quite tall. The man had to be at least 6'0, although I was leaning him more towards a 6'5. A complete 360° compared to my own stature, which was currently that of a childs. But what was more distinctive was a face, well deserving in my opinion, to be called a hand-carved masterpiece. From his features, he was probably French (how in the world did he end up with a Spanish word for the colour blue as his name?). But even his hair was blonde, dammit. No, seriously, how did this guy end up working as an accountant in the Cordiale?
Even if he joined as a simple affiliate, he could still make bucks just walking around the streets and existing, for crying out loud. Not working in some thankless desk job in this organisation.
Regardless, besides that face of his, he also had the standard, all-black business suit adorned with buttons here and there on the front and lower sleeves. It matched with his long, black pants and black leather shoes. From his white collar, I could tell he had a white, buttoned up shirt, alongside a blue tie tucked neatly below his black suit. A perfectly ordinary businessman outfit which had become relatively standard for everybody these last couple of decades. Shame this wasn't an ordinary job.
Anyways, now that I could finally catch a breather, maybe I could get to know him better?
"Ehem, yeah, uhm......hi? Now that we're done with......this."
It took a bit more effort to say out the last part.
"I think we should take some time to formally introduce ourselves! What do you say?"
The man in turn, simply turned his eyes to me (leading me to just notice his pupils were blue. Some genes, I tell you), before remarking:
"I've heard enough rumours about you even before my promotion, Miss Iv."
After a brief pause, he added:
"Your fashion is as ……eccentric, for lack of better word, as they say."
Wow. Blunt. But then again, I couldn't really blame him for his choice of words. Anyone would come to the same conclusion after seeing me in person for the first time.
But, Miss? Come to think of it, that's what he first called me when we met on the night before the meeting, as well as when I returned from it. I haven't heard anyone address me so casually ever since my previous secretary suddenly went missing a few years ago. Then all of a sudden, several hours ago after the crack had been detected, I got a call from the Visionary, who simply told me of a "new assistant". Soon enough, this chap came along carrying the right credentials. Wow, way to be clear, my dear old man.
Anyways, becoming self-aware of my own appearance, I briefly lowered my head to take a glance at my main body which I was currently using, which had the form of a young child. Although anyone staring would have found me pretty androgynous, a first glance would probably have put me towards being a little girl, probably around 13-15 years old.
For attire, I had a top hat, almost oversized on my small head, alongside a fitting business suit with matching coloured long pants. On my right hand was a white leathered glove. Well, these alone were certainly eye catching features on a child. But to add cherry on top, about that colour? Yeah, it's white. Completely white. My top hat too, save for a single black stripe, decorated with a gold emblem of the Cordiale running on the top. The white was contrasted by flowing black hair, a black glove on my left hand, and a pair of black shades I wore at all times.
So yeah, I was walking around as if I owned the place, -because I did, really- in an all-white business attire plus a tophat and shades, all the while in the form of a child. Yeah.
This outfit had put me on the receiving end of critique from quite a few of my colleagues and other Origins. I felt a pang of annoyance shoot up within me suddenly remembering a couple incidents or so my fashion had caused. Still, I loved this outfit. It had been my main wear for the past couple of decades. Whatever my body may be, I always kept this outfit on for most of the time. A style I started out wearing to make a statement to others, had now become a part of me throughout the decades.
Haters just gotta hate, don't they? Wait, did that door just open by itself? No wait, Azul just left. Wait what?
Great, I've gone off tangent. Azul's already went out, cell phone in hand, to take a call, that was most likely regarding me. Was I thinking for that long?
Still, it was no matter, since I was never planning to get to know my new secretary through dialogue. As if on cue, the door that had just been shut opened once again, and a petite young female Origin, wearing similar clothes to Azul, entered with a small stack of papers in one hand. How do I know she's Origin? Well, a crown of large, pointy and straight horns adorned her head. Most certainly a visual trait derived from her Ability.
Handing me the sheets, she curtsied briefly before turning around and leaving. From what I saw, her movements, from the curtsy or the way she walked, wasn't stiff. She didnt even seem remotely disturbed. A clear sign she was in regular contact with Overseers. Yep. Definitely one of the Visionary's lackeys.
I took a look at Azul's compiled personal files left in my hand. I sighed. But a sigh was nowhere enough. The first 3 pages already made me want to groan.
What in the world did you send me, old man?
Eccentric-02
It took hours of sorting well-overdue paperwork, alongside making dozens of calls to several departments. But still, by the next morning, the situation had been more or less sorted. I wasn't really affected by yet another all-nighter, but surprisingly, Azul also seemed perfectly fine and normal.
Speaking of Azul, the Origin (I'm presuming he is, although there are quite a few regular people working here) had finally come around to helping me through the night, after I shuffled around and handed him his official papers. With this, he was now my new personal secretary.
After sorting everything out, I leaned back against my (temporary) office chair, pinching the bridge of my nose with my hands, before turning to face Azul, who was still looking through some things. He had proved surprisingly competent in organising all my things, and keeping track of appointments throughout the night. Well, I suppose there was a reason the Visionary personally appointed him.
Taking a proper look at Azul, for the first time without being in a rush or screaming my lungs off at him, I noticed he was quite tall. The man had to be at least 6'0, although I was leaning him more towards a 6'5. A complete 360° compared to my own stature, which was currently that of a childs. But what was more distinctive was a face, well deserving in my opinion, to be called a hand-carved masterpiece. From his features, he was probably French (how in the world did he end up with a Spanish word for the colour blue as his name?). But even his hair was blonde, dammit. No, seriously, how did this guy end up working as an accountant in the Cordiale?
Even if he joined as a simple affiliate, he could still make bucks just walking around the streets and existing, for crying out loud. Not working in some thankless desk job in this organisation.
Regardless, besides that face of his, he also had the standard, all-black business suit adorned with buttons here and there on the front and lower sleeves. It matched with his long, black pants and black leather shoes. From his white collar, I could tell he had a white, buttoned up shirt, alongside a blue tie tucked neatly below his black suit. A perfectly ordinary businessman outfit which had become relatively standard for everybody these last couple of decades. Shame this wasn't an ordinary job.
Anyways, now that I could finally catch a breather, maybe I could get to know him better?
"Ehem, yeah, uhm......hi? Now that we're done with......this."
It took a bit more effort to say out the last part.
"I think we should take some time to formally introduce ourselves! What do you say?"
The man in turn, simply turned his eyes to me (leading me to just notice his pupils were blue. Some genes, I tell you), before remarking:
"I've heard enough rumours about you even before my promotion, Miss Iv."
After a brief pause, he added:
"Your fashion is as ……eccentric, for lack of better word, as they say."
Wow. Blunt. But then again, I couldn't really blame him for his choice of words. Anyone would come to the same conclusion after seeing me in person for the first time.
But, Miss? Come to think of it, that's what he first called me when we met on the night before the meeting, as well as when I returned from it. I haven't heard anyone address me so casually ever since my previous secretary suddenly went missing a few years ago. Then all of a sudden, several hours ago after the crack had been detected, I got a call from the Visionary, who simply told me of a "new assistant". Soon enough, this chap came along carrying the right credentials. Wow, way to be clear, my dear old man.
Anyways, becoming self-aware of my own appearance, I briefly lowered my head to take a glance at my main body which I was currently using, which had the form of a young child. Although anyone staring would have found me pretty androgynous, a first glance would probably have put me towards being a little girl, probably around 13-15 years old.
For attire, I had a top hat, almost oversized on my small head, alongside a fitting business suit with matching coloured long pants. On my right hand was a white leathered glove. Well, these alone were certainly eye catching features on a child. But to add cherry on top, about that colour? Yeah, it's white. Completely white. My top hat too, save for a single black stripe, decorated with a gold emblem of the Cordiale running on the top. The white was contrasted by flowing black hair, a black glove on my left hand, and a pair of black shades I wore at all times.
So yeah, I was walking around as if I owned the place, -because I did, really- in an all-white business attire plus a tophat and shades, all the while in the form of a child. Yeah.
This outfit had put me on the receiving end of critique from quite a few of my colleagues and other Origins. I felt a pang of annoyance shoot up within me suddenly remembering a couple incidents or so my fashion had caused. Still, I loved this outfit. It had been my main wear for the past couple of decades. Whatever my body may be, I always kept this outfit on for most of the time. A style I started out wearing to make a statement to others, had now become a part of me throughout the decades.
Haters just gotta hate, don't they? Wait, did that door just open by itself? No wait, Azul just left. Wait what?
Great, I've gone off tangent. Azul's already went out, cell phone in hand, to take a call, that was most likely regarding me. Was I thinking for that long?
Still, it was no matter, since I was never planning to get to know my new secretary through dialogue. As if on cue, the door that had just been shut opened once again, and a petite young female Origin, wearing similar clothes to Azul, entered with a small stack of papers in one hand. How do I know she's Origin? Well, a crown of large, pointy and straight horns adorned her head. Most certainly a visual trait derived from her Ability.
Handing me the sheets, she curtsied briefly before turning around and leaving. From what I saw, her movements, from the curtsy or the way she walked, wasn't stiff. She didnt even seem remotely disturbed. A clear sign she was in regular contact with Overseers. Yep. Definitely one of the Visionary's lackeys.
I took a look at Azul's compiled personal files left in my hand. I sighed. But a sigh was nowhere enough. The first 3 pages already made me want to groan.
What in the world did you send me, old man?
