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Post by Human NPC on Apr 3, 2009 19:54:16 GMT -4
 Mercelle could not believe a word of it; no, not one. Another damn department was created without his concern or opinion. Doesn't the term "Vice President" mean anything to anyone anymore?! He should know these things! This was the second department that was given the go-ahead from Markus Bleache' in over a month. First it was the Pharmaceutical branch, which he immediately shrugged off because Markus and what was left of the board were in discussion about the department ever since he returned from... well, he didn't know where Markus was for him to question. But a Private Investigation department? How the hell would that benefit Skylight Industries?! Mercelle rubbed his brow in frustration; he couldn't believe Markus would do this to him. It was already bad enough he was gone for two months and refused to check in with the company to see about it's progress - not even calling Mercelle after their last... encounter - but immediately green-lighting a project after having nothing to do with the company for such a long time was outrageous! But, Mercelle had to admit; whenever he made rash decisions such as this, it was always for the company's good. He couldn't tell what he was feeling right now; so much confusion. His phone rang, calling him in it's own special way. He picked it up and smiled as he moved a bit of his hair. "Yes?" he greeted. "Hello, Mr. DuBuois," a female greeted. "Mr. Bleache' is on his way to meet with you." "Thank you very much, Olivia," he said before hanging up the phone. It wasn't even five seconds when he hung up the phone when he looked at his door, the knob giggling about. A smile of anxiousness and excitement graced his face as he saw the door open. |
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Post by Oracle on Apr 4, 2009 13:05:57 GMT -4
(This takes place the day after the narratives "Wth<You" and "Shadow of the Day")
He finally figured it out.
As Oracle walked down the hallways of the Paris, France location of Skylight Industries, there was only one thing he was thinking about. And ironically, it was not with the person he spent last night with at all. He was thinking about how well of a game he just involved his latest pawn in. He was thinking about the rules and the conditions of the situation he thought of only last night. He was thinking why the original reason why he was drawn to Aika in the first place. He finally figured it out.
Aika was a pawn; nothing more, and nothing less.
He hadn't seen Mercelle since he left the mortal realm to attend Tomo's wedding. He was trying to figure out what he could possibly want. He was rather busy, not even counting when the next time Kouzetsu Gin would call him for one of his "check-ups." But hopefully by the time that happens, Toushi would have already apprehended both Abbadon and Arashi, and he would have fallen a bit more in favor with the Ha-ou.
With his lackey Hilde in Heaven and everything set in place for Arashi's obvious demise, Oracle now found the most smallest of situations irritating, especially when it dealt with a mortal that he fucked in moments past. And since it was Mercelle, this little chat could easily transition from a business meeting to him crying his heart out, asking why he never called since his departure.
Still in his Markus Bleache' guise, Oracle approached the closed door to Mercelle's office. With a sigh and one hand in his pocket, he turned the knob and opened the door. He saw Mercelle sitting at his desk as he sent his fingers through his whitened hair. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, sighing in frustration.
"What do you want, Mercelle?"
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Post by Human NPC on Apr 4, 2009 21:27:10 GMT -4
Mercelle's eyes widened once he saw Markus enter his office. But the response wasn't as warm as he wanted it to be.
"What do you want, Mercelle?"
He frowned. Whereas outwardly, he showed the emotions of anger and frustration. But inside, he was heartbroken. They had no meaning; no feeling behind them. It was cold and harsh, as if he didn't want to see him.
Clearing his throat, Mercelle adjusted a few papers on his desk to try and forget about the harsh words from his boss and part-time lover. He decided that this meeting would only be about business; nothing more. He held up a folder retaining all he could find on the Private Investigation branch and waved it around.
"I was just informed by Olivia," he tried to say in a rough tone, "that Skylight Industries has opened a Private Investigation branch as of last night. Five million dollars was invested into this as soon as you gave the go-ahead, and I was not informed of anything."
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Post by Oracle on Apr 4, 2009 22:33:37 GMT -4
Oracle listened to Mercelle's meaningless ramblings, going on over the fact that he was not informed of any of the decisions he had made of late. All of his concerns went in one ear and immediately out of the other. He had better things to do than to hear this mortal bitch to him about "keeping him out of the loop," as it were.
"I do not see what the problem is, Mercelle," Oracle humored the man as he stood up straight and slowly walked toward his desk. "You know that I am prone to make these kinds of decisions and that they always work out in this company's favor."
He sat on his desk, still keeping his hands in his pockets and fidgeting with the coin of Law magic Gin supplied him with as always.
"You question my methods as if I did not have this company's best interest at heart, Mercelle," he whispered. "Do you remember where this place was before I came to your rescue? Think about that whenever you want to debate with me over something you don't find fair or just because you weren't notified on something."
He leaned in closer, keeping a frowned face with a hint of seduction.
"I am the owner of this company," he said. "And as the owner of this company, I make decisions for it. And not all of my decisions need to be notified by the Vice President. You know this, Mercelle."
Oracle smiled a bit at the man in front of him as he leaned in a bit closer. He licked his lips out of impulse, adding a little bit extra in the detail.
"So," he quietly cooed to the man a few inches away from him, "why don't you stop bitching about my decisions and tell me what you really want?"
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Post by Human NPC on Apr 5, 2009 19:25:26 GMT -4
Mercelle had no words. He had no idea he was so... readable. He could have sworn that every time Markus inched closer to him, a shiver went down his spine. And his signature lip lick did not help his... urge.
"You..." Mercelle attempted to muster up enough courage to tell him what exactly it was he really had a problem with. But it was so damn hard.
"You've been gone for two months," he uttered slowly. "And now your suddenly back. I... I don't know how to cope."
Mercelle swallowed. He looked into his eyes once again. That same shiver he felt immediately emerged.
So damn hard...
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Post by Oracle on Apr 5, 2009 22:22:32 GMT -4
Oracle's smile became persistent as he heard Mercelle's true reasoning behind his summon. I thought so, he thought to himself.
"My dear Mercelle," Oracle said to the mortal as he placed some of his Vice President's long silver hair behind his ear. "I understand my sudden return would bedazzle you, especially since I did not keep in contact with you after that rather fun evening we had with each other."
Oracle placed his hand on Mercelle's cheek, feeling that soft skin he caressed in moments past.
"For that," he said to him, "I apologize. But you know out of everyone here that you should never mix business with pleasure." He rose an eyebrow, keeping a seductive smirk. "You do realize that is what you are doing, right?"
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Post by Human NPC on Apr 6, 2009 15:18:30 GMT -4
Mercelle tried to look away, but he couldn't. His willpower was nowhere near the level it took to avert away from Markus' mesmerizing eyes. Just feeling his touch again made him want moan out everything that he had been dealing with these past two months. He said he should never mix business with pleasure; if only he knew...
"It's... It's not really pleasure anymore, Markus," he said softly, trembling from his all of a sudden sensitive to the touch skin. "It's more of a need now."
Mercelle decided to take the initiative this time. He approached Markus and smiled.
"You're like an addiction, Markus," he whispered. "And I've been in withdrawal for days..."
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Post by Oracle on Apr 7, 2009 19:50:45 GMT -4
Oracle chuckled as he heard Mercelle's melodramatic speech. It was pathetic, actually; hearing him try and smooth-talk him into something that he would actually look forward to. And if there was anything Oracle hated in mortals more than anything, it was begging.
He knew that there was only one way to shut Mercelle up. It would satisfy his "craving" for a while, and also satisfy Oracle in knowing that he won't have to deal with Mercelle pleading for him to fuck his brains out.
He kissed him.
After a while, Oracle let go. He smiled at Mercelle as his hand stayed attached to his chin.
"There," he said. "That should settle your urge for now..."
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Post by Human NPC on Apr 12, 2009 6:52:19 GMT -4
The kiss was sudden; he was honestly not expecting anything intimate from this meeting at all.
Who was he kidding; of course he was. As a matter of fact, he was almost hoping on it.
But the little pleasant distraction was enough to get Mercelle to stop talking. His words were lost as soon as Markus' lips touched his own. He could never stay mad at Markus for a lengthy period of time, only because if he did, his need for him would send his body into withdrawal. It was odd, yes. But stranger things have happened.
When Markus let go, there was a slight moan for more. It was immediately caught by the Vice President, so he looked away embarrassingly, believing sounds like that were only meant for a bedroom to hear. After a sigh, he placed his hair behind his left ear, and looked at Markus out the corner of his eyes.
"Is there anything you need for me to do, Markus?" he asked.
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Post by Oracle on Apr 12, 2009 8:37:24 GMT -4
Oracle straightened his clothes and looked around the office. The moan that Mercelle let through his lips threw him off guard in places other than his mind, if you get my drift. Once he was... calmed down, the Malakite got off his Vice President's desk right when he asked a question that seemed to turn him on a second time.
"Is there anything you need for me to do, Markus?"
Oracle peered out the corner of his eyes as he adjusted the collar on his shirt.
"Heather Froyer," Oracle said as he stared at the door in front of him, "the one I placed over the Publishing department, is... away on business. I need you in England until she returns."
He placed his hands in his pockets and slowly walked toward the door.
"The woman I placed over the Private Investigations department, Shounin Aika. She starts work with the company in a few hours, since she's still in Tokyo. Make sure everything is at her disposal before you leave for England."
Oracle grabbed the door knob and looked back at his Vice President with a seductive smile.
"Any questions?"
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