Mr. Slake
Team A
A hazy figure stepped through the threshold to Virgo's office, little more than a black smudge on the room's metaphorical canvas. It strode forward, set a briefcase down on a tasteless white marble end-table, and set about removing it's coat. Emerging from the rain slicker cocoon came the brilliant rainbow wings of Mr. Slake, glittering dust trailing back towards the door.
"You really ought to put up some signs, you know.", Slake started as he folded his coat, not bothering to look up, "Practically impossible to find an office in this place; I was wandering the upper floor for over an hour before I realized your secretary was one of those savages who calls the ground floor a "first floor". Ghastly, I tell you. If I hadn't followed your dog I don't think I'd ever have found you.", He draped his coat over his lower right arm, picking up the briefcase in his left.
He walked towards the desk/podium/interior-decorating-nightmare, eyeing Narious and Choppers and maintaining his distance with obvious disgust- as obviously as one could show disgust without facial expressions, at least.
"Virgo, I take it. I must admit, I expected you to be a bit more... feminine?"
Mr. Slake fished a small, printed rectangle from his jacket pocket. Tastefully thick; eggshell, with Romalian type. No watermark just yet; he was saving that for his promotion.
"Folus U. Slake, AMT Banking And Legal. My card."
Team A
A hazy figure stepped through the threshold to Virgo's office, little more than a black smudge on the room's metaphorical canvas. It strode forward, set a briefcase down on a tasteless white marble end-table, and set about removing it's coat. Emerging from the rain slicker cocoon came the brilliant rainbow wings of Mr. Slake, glittering dust trailing back towards the door.
"You really ought to put up some signs, you know.", Slake started as he folded his coat, not bothering to look up, "Practically impossible to find an office in this place; I was wandering the upper floor for over an hour before I realized your secretary was one of those savages who calls the ground floor a "first floor". Ghastly, I tell you. If I hadn't followed your dog I don't think I'd ever have found you.", He draped his coat over his lower right arm, picking up the briefcase in his left.
He walked towards the desk/podium/interior-decorating-nightmare, eyeing Narious and Choppers and maintaining his distance with obvious disgust- as obviously as one could show disgust without facial expressions, at least.
"Virgo, I take it. I must admit, I expected you to be a bit more... feminine?"
Mr. Slake fished a small, printed rectangle from his jacket pocket. Tastefully thick; eggshell, with Romalian type. No watermark just yet; he was saving that for his promotion.
"Folus U. Slake, AMT Banking And Legal. My card."