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Cassirin · 06-29-2015, 03:52 AM

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

Touchy lot, these Auror's and their desks. Rhydian frowned, thinking that they should probably have laced the corners with some sort of 'caution' tape, if they were going to be so paranoid about someone merely sitting on the desk.

Yet, at the same time, he was intrigued. "What...does one have to do to earn perching rights? And how do I get front row seats to such an event?"

Because cage matches were not to be missed. And of course, given he was asking such a question, it meant he was moving himself as well. To the chair. As directed.

Though, he still wasn't sure who was directing him. She thought he was hers? That got an arched eyebrow. Maybe this one was his superior, but then why didn't Bossman, or her for that matter, say anything? He flopped into the chair with a grunt. "I'm my own. Unless the fine print on my contract said otherwise."

Something he never bothered to read.

A shrug of his shoulders. Didn't mean he couldn't answer her questions though. "Name's Rhydian Blackhold. Story is TLDR, but I transferred from a YATI at the Spanish ministry to here, half a year ago. I like hats and nice clothing. Not too fond of cats. And I've been told I have a hollow leg for a stomach, even though such a statement makes absolutely no sense."

Those were about all the high points he could think of.

Settling his arms on the armrests, he gave her an expectant look. "Now, what about you?" Because, it was only fair. The trade of information. Balance. What went out had to come back in. Right?

"When you earn it, you'll know. Mostly, it suggests a familiarity that doesn't exist between us yet. I don't even really like Legend to sit on my desk, but he rucks up the papers and doesn't even notice he's messed with my filing." And it wasn't like Genevieve was particularly fastidious to begin with, so it hurt her feelings to organize a thing twice.

She eyed him as he sat in the chair, noting that he carried himself with confidence. That was good, because he wouldn't be a doormat, but it was BAD because he might get killed. "No, you're mine. And you belong to everyone in this division until you get your papers that say you belong to you and you're a full Auror. It would do you well to remember that, not because I want you to feel like something under my shoe, but because I want you to listen up so you don't die on me. If you think you're yours, you walk into a trap with your head up. You're mine for now, savvy?"

And she'd get them both out alive. And Loppy and Lex and even Tyler, when Merlin knew he wanted to die.

So life story time? "Blackhold, is it? I'm Genevieve James, although the boss forgets I'm married now and calls me Branxton. My mother is Cassandra Rae-Branxton, but I don't expect to be treated differently for it and I earned my way to this desk just like you're doing." Not that she had a chip on her shoulders about it or anything. "I've been here nearly seven years, came up through YATI like you're doing. Married just over a year. I don't like hats, my clothing is suitable for work, I have a cat who hates me, and I also have a hollow leg for a stomach." There. All caught up.

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Cassirin Legacy!! Manticore Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Nom nom nom Posts: 43,197 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mercer Branxton Ravenclaw Seventh Year x7 x8	Made of Awesome \| Ern-la the Best-wa \| TZ's Apogee Quote: Originally Posted by Tazenhani Touchy lot, these Auror's and their desks. Rhydian frowned, thinking that they should probably have laced the corners with some sort of 'caution' tape, if they were going to be so paranoid about someone merely sitting on the desk. Yet, at the same time, he was intrigued. "What...does one have to do to earn perching rights? And how do I get front row seats to such an event?" Because cage matches were not to be missed. And of course, given he was asking such a question, it meant he was moving himself as well. To the chair. As directed. Though, he still wasn't sure who was directing him. She thought he was hers? That got an arched eyebrow. Maybe this one was his superior, but then why didn't Bossman, or her for that matter, say anything? He flopped into the chair with a grunt. "I'm my own. Unless the fine print on my contract said otherwise." Something he never bothered to read. A shrug of his shoulders. Didn't mean he couldn't answer her questions though. "Name's Rhydian Blackhold. Story is TLDR, but I transferred from a YATI at the Spanish ministry to here, half a year ago. I like hats and nice clothing. Not too fond of cats. And I've been told I have a hollow leg for a stomach, even though such a statement makes absolutely no sense." Those were about all the high points he could think of. Settling his arms on the armrests, he gave her an expectant look. "Now, what about you?" Because, it was only fair. The trade of information. Balance. What went out had to come back in. Right? "When you earn it, you'll know. Mostly, it suggests a familiarity that doesn't exist between us yet. I don't even really like Legend to sit on my desk, but he rucks up the papers and doesn't even notice he's messed with my filing." And it wasn't like Genevieve was particularly fastidious to begin with, so it hurt her feelings to organize a thing twice. She eyed him as he sat in the chair, noting that he carried himself with confidence. That was good, because he wouldn't be a doormat, but it was BAD because he might get killed. "No, you're mine. And you belong to everyone in this division until you get your papers that say you belong to you and you're a full Auror. It would do you well to remember that, not because I want you to feel like something under my shoe, but because I want you to listen up so you don't die on me. If you think you're yours, you walk into a trap with your head up. You're mine for now, savvy?" And she'd get them both out alive. And Loppy and Lex and even Tyler, when Merlin knew he wanted to die. So life story time? "Blackhold, is it? I'm Genevieve James, although the boss forgets I'm married now and calls me Branxton. My mother is Cassandra Rae-Branxton, but I don't expect to be treated differently for it and I earned my way to this desk just like you're doing." Not that she had a chip on her shoulders about it or anything. "I've been here nearly seven years, came up through YATI like you're doing. Married just over a year. I don't like hats, my clothing is suitable for work, I have a cat who hates me, and I also have a hollow leg for a stomach." There. All caught up. __________________ ★ Dawn ★ Awakening ★ Spiritual ★ Hopeful ★ Honest