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Post by Human NPC on Aug 16, 2009 18:26:35 GMT -4
[This takes place a week after the events of "You Can't Make An Omlette...]
Mercelle exited the limousine parked outside of the publishing district of Skylight Industries in London, England. With his suitcase in one hand, and a pocket watch in the other, he rose his head to see how tall the tower stood. He sighed.
"Meh," he shrugged.
Mercelle went on to check his pocket watch. It was a bit past noon, meaning that all of the pitiful people would be too busy eating their lunches to interact with him on the way to Heather's office. He entered the building, taking the elevator to the top floor, where the entire floor was dedicated to her office space.
"Hmm," he said, judging the decor that was placed throughout her wing. "A bit plain in taste I see."
Mercelle walked over to a woman sitting behind a curved desk. A headset was in her ear, and she seemed to be typing her heart out on a keyboard. He smiled coyly as he approached the desk.
"Ah," he said to the woman. "You must be Heather's lowly secretary," he mentioned. "I am Mercelle DuBois; I will be overseeing all of Heather's duties here in London while she is away."
The secretary tried her hardest not to snap at the Vice President of Skylight Industries for demeaning her, especially since she was just hired last week. Instead, she smiled at him and presented him with a manila folder.
"These are all of the clients for the next three months," she told him. "Please, by all means; let me know if you need anything."
"I'll keep that in mind," he brushed her off, taking the folder and heading down the hallway toward Heather's main office. Entering it, he was once again appalled at how plain the office was. No matter. This was only temporary.
It wasn't as if she had gone far.
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Post by Hilde on Aug 18, 2009 17:53:19 GMT -4
[This takes place during the events in the "Freak Out" thread in the Joukai]
Hilde needed a break. Like, seriously; she was getting tired of putting up with Amelia's bullshit, singling her out just because she didn't like herself. And lately, it seemed that the only way she was gonna get a break was to head back to the Mortals. Her troops were at their peak, she drilled them diligently when she wasn't being stared down at by Amelia, and she herself stepped her own game up; especially after meeting Oracle.
So in her defense, you could say that Hilde deserved this little break.
She was in her Heather Froyer disguise her mentor Oracle established for her so that she could interact with the publishing district of his mortal company Skylight Industries. The fact that her branch was in London kinda helped relieve the stress; she found the city fun and exciting, anyway. She adjusted her glasses and walked into the building with a briefcase in her hand.
Hearing everyone address her as Ms. Froyer only told her that the disguise was working. She had no reason to doubt Oracle anyway, but this assured her none the less. She took her private elevator to her office floor, approaching her secretary, who apparently looked shocked.
Hilde looked confused. "What's wrong, Brittany?" she said to her in her fake British accent.
"Oh," she replied. "It's just that... the Vice President of Skylight is in your office. He said that he was here to overlook our branch here in London while you were away."
Hilde looked down the hallway toward the direction of her office. Looking back at her secretary, she nodded.
"Thank you, Brittany," she said as she walked down the hallway toward her office.
When she reached it, Hilde opened the door to see a man with white long hair and a red suit staring out her window parallel to her desk. She was never really introduced to the leaders of Skylight other than Oracle, so seeing this man kinda set her off.
She cleared her throat purposely to gain his attention. Laying her briefcase down, she folded her arms and patiently waited for the Vice President of Skylight Industries to acknowledge her.
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Post by Human NPC on Aug 22, 2009 18:16:16 GMT -4
A small "ahem" echoed in the rather plain office. Mercelle was rather perplexed over the sudden utterance of the sound, since it was rather obvious that he made no action for such sound to escape his mouth. He immediately presumed that it was the secretary, trying to make her presence known to the Vice President.
Not like it mattered, though.
Turning toward the direction of the throat clearing, Mercelle was surprised to find out that it was not the secretary at all. Instead, it was a woman with a reddish-purple color tint in her hair; more red than purple if you looked up close. Her way of dress was highly acceptable to the Vice President; business sheik with a good amount of fashion-sense to make it stand alone. Her glasses fit her face; very rare on a person whether attracted to them or not. And the briefcase on the ground immediately told the Vice President that she belonged here.
Or was at least trying to fit in, anyway.
Mercelle smirked, placing a hand on his hip and using his other to move the hair from his eye. The look on her face showed that she was somewhat irritated; she looked as if she were about seconds away from tapping the toes of her high heels on the tiled floor. And even though Mercelle had absolutely no clue who this woman was or how she got here, he decided to oblige her. She made it all the way to the main office of Heather Froyer.
It was the least he could do.
"Why hello there," he said to her, moving his long white locks behind his right ear. "My name is Mercelle DuBois. Who might you be?"
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Post by Hilde on Aug 23, 2009 15:22:54 GMT -4
Hilde got a good look at the man when he turned around to face her. She didn't even have to hear him talk when she saw his face to know that he was the arrogant "high and mighty" type.
He was probably gay, too.
He introduced himself as Mercelle DuBois. Hilde chuckled, able to tell that he was French. That explained both the idea of his arrogant attitude and the possibility of him being homosexual. But regardless, he was the Vice President of the company. And probably just like her, he was ahead of one of the branches of the company; probably the Paris, France location. She unfolded her arms and extended her hand for him to shake.
"Heather Froyer," she said in her fake British accent. "I'm the head of the branch here in London. Pleased to meet your acquaintance."
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Post by Human NPC on Sept 13, 2009 14:44:26 GMT -4
Hearing the woman before him call herself Heather Froyer left Mercelle somewhat perplexed. He was under the impression that she was away on business and that was the reason he was summoned here by Markus. He wanted to ask what cut her trip short, but he honestly didn't feel like partaking in meaningless jabber.
Not to mention she wasn't his type...
But while he fought back to state his curiosity, it seemed to get the best of him then. Walking over to the woman with glasses, he took her hand and gently kissed it. The fact that he was uninterested didn't mean that he forgot his manners. Releasing it, he smiled and bowed his head shortly.
"The pleasure is mine," he said with a bit of his frustration about the situation showing in his voice. "I assure you."
He once again looked around the rather plain office, trying to understand why a woman of her stature would choose a look that was so bare, for lack of better words. But no matter; his own curiosity toward her presence was outweighing his knowledge on room decor at the moment.
"Markus told me that you were away on business, Ms. Froyer," Mercelle said as he placed his hands behind his back. "He asked me to come to London to accommodate for you absence."
He looked behind her, immediately staring at the woman again.
"Tell me," he said. "What brings you back so quickly?"
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Post by Hilde on Sept 13, 2009 15:01:56 GMT -4
"...I'm not, actually," Hilde responded to Mercelle's question. "I came back to make sure everything was in order and to gather a few things."
Honestly, Hilde was rather surprised that Mercelle chose to kiss her hand as opposed to that whole French thing where the two people would kiss each others cheeks once. But she guessed that greeting was probably greeting enough for him.
She could smell his pompous silver-spoon personality all over her office. It was familiar to her; Amelia wore that same rank perfume all the time. You learn to tolerate it after a while, though. It was just that Oracle never told her that there would be people around this company with that mindset.
Come to think of it, Oracle really didn't tell her much about this company anyway...
She looked at the man with the long white hair, raising an eyebrow as she moved to the other side of her desk.
"You know," she began, "when... Markus hired me to look after this branch of Skylight, he only hired me after realizing how well I held my own after the buyout of my own company."
Of course that was a complete lie. But whatever; he was human after all...
"He didn't inform me exactly what Skylight Industries does as a whole," she continued. She looked at Mercelle as he stood across from her. "Would you mind bringing me up to date?"
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Post by Human NPC on Sept 13, 2009 15:49:11 GMT -4
Mercelle folded his arms upon hearing Heather's declaration of stupidity. It wasn't surprised at the slightest, though. Knowing him, Markus only hired her because he was bored and wanted to see if someone with a lower i.q. could run a branch as sufficiently as Mercelle could. But, he digressed, finding it fun to tell the story of how their multinational corporation came to be. He chuckled and smiled, staring out of the window behind the woman's desk.
"We were originally an engineering firm called 'Star Skies'," Mercelle started. "Markus Bleache' walked in one of our business meetings randomly one day, declaring a rather adequate business plan to keep us from filing for bankruptcy. The board agreed to his plans and founded him the new CEO after our original founder and CEO accidentally killed himself in a fit of rage against Markus. What a shame...
"Anyways, he officially changed the name of our little engineering firm to the now-known Skylight Industries. His plan involved absorbing the scores of smaller businesses to rebuild our assets, along with investing those profits in our rival companies.
"Our stocks grew higher until by some miracle they started to surpass that of our rivals, in which we eliminated our support from them and watched their empires crumble into dust. The people in the loans department called that day 'The Black Sabbath', since it only took us seven days to eliminate all of our competition.
"By that time, we started investing in other things; such as transportation and fuel. Soon we bought out just about every company pertaining to those accomidations, renamed a few airlines and oil companies in the process. Soon we started investing in media and entertainment, buying out television stations and buying shares of movie studios and such.
"Once that was accomplished, Markus decided to gain controlling interests in four banks around the world; the Bank of Tokyo, the Crédit Commercial de France, the Bank of England and the Bank of New York. Through those four banks, we moved every major financial market possible. An through that plan, we started to absorb new holdings nearly worldwide.
"By the time the main branch was erected in Tokyo and the original headquarters in Paris was completely renovated, Skylight Industries had dominated up to 81 percent of the world's commerce. And we're still growing strong today as you can see.
"Since then, Markus has made friends in high places, along with strategically made enemies. And ever since being elected an honorary member of the United Nations, he has been taking an interest in politics. Markus has truly done more than just bring a small engineering firm out of bankruptcy; he has created a perfect empire."
Mercelle looked at Heather again, this time sporting a smug smile as he moved the hair out of his eyes. "Does that answer your query, my dear?"
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Post by Hilde on Sept 17, 2009 20:21:54 GMT -4
Hilde only smiled in Mercelle's smug attitude. She always hated uppity pricks; Amelia for example. And this human wasn't exempt. But still; if Oracle trusted him that much to handle this company he brought out of the gutter, then there must be something about him she could deal with. After all, they are both working for him technically speaking.
Now that the fae knew a bit more about her mentor's company, she was kinda excited. The fact that Oracle was basically able to perform that of a multinational takeover so easily made her love the Malakite even more. And the fact that she was apart of it; it was enough to make her squeal like a typical fangirl.
But she kept her composure; she didn't want to give anything away to this guy. But she decided that if she was going to work with this guy in the inevitable future, that she had to know at least the business side of him.
"So are you just the Vice President," Hilde asked in her typical Heather Froyer voice, "or are you a CEO of a certain branch yourself?"
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Post by Human NPC on Sept 17, 2009 21:54:07 GMT -4
Mercelle giggled lightly, continuing to play in his hair as he heard the question.
"I head the transportation district of Skylight," Mercelle stated. "I look over the branches pertaining to aircrafts, ground vehicles, ships and fuels. It's rather benefiting, I would say. To know that you are the one who grants everyone the ability to get from point a to point b; it's a fascinating feeling."
Mercelle chuckled a bit mischievously, placing his hand under his chin as he continued to look out the window in front of him.
"It's almost god-like."
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Post by Hilde on Sept 25, 2009 15:07:24 GMT -4
Over-zealous, cocky, and demeaning. Yep; this guy was obviously raised with a silver spoon in his mouth. There should be no reason why certain humans find other humans below themselves when they were made out of the same thing. Power and authority are only excuses to tell others what to do.
Now if that power and authority were used correctly - like her Oracle - you could end up benefiting more than hindering. That was the only thing that made Hilde question why he would have this guy over any position of power within this company. But she could only guess that every company needs an arrogant prick within it's walls to even out the ones with good intentions.
Like herself, for instance.
She smiled at Mercelle, folding her arms. "Well, we here at Skylight Publishing believe in giving back to our clientell," she said in her established Heather Froyer accent. "In a way, it's god-like as well. Simply because we tend to bless those who are less fortunate than others. Making money is just an added bonus."
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Post by Human NPC on Oct 2, 2009 20:16:10 GMT -4
Mercelle gave her a rather bland look, letting what she said about how she ran the publishing district of Skylight register in his mindset. And to be frank, he didn't really understand.
"Hmm," he said in a huff, not even allowing his teeth or lips to part ways from each other.
The last thing he would have guessed was that Markus would hire a board member with a Robin Hood complex, especially if that specific board member thought of the company as Nottingham. Of course, every person has their own sense of morality and whatnot. But after working with Markus this long, you soon realize that morality is just a very common phase. And sooner or later, everyone breaks away from that phase.
Everyone.
"I take it you will be making your leave soon for your business trip?" Mercelle said to the woman, obviously trying to change the topic subject. "Where does Markus have you going to exactly?"
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Post by Hilde on Oct 26, 2009 18:35:54 GMT -4
Hilde smirked a bit. She figured hearing that she was so generous with the way she ran the district here would piss him off. He was definitely one of the reasons she didn't appreciate humans as much as she should have. But then again, they did have their benefits.
"Across the pond, actually," she answered in her fake British accent. "I have to meet him in New York for the christening of the new district building there. He said that he needed my help in interviewing forerunners for the entertainment district he's establishing there."
Hilde stood up and grabbed her suitcase, reaching her hand out to the guy named Mercelle. She smiled a bit, seeing the frustration on Mercelle's face. She could tell that he was pissed that Oracle asked her to accompany him and didn't ask this arrogant fruit-loop. And this act of kindness would be the killing blow.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. DuBois," she said to him. "I do look forward to working with you in the future."
HA! she thought to herself. In your face, bitch!!
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Post by Human NPC on Nov 8, 2009 14:08:07 GMT -4
Mercelle was completely flabbergasted. How dare Markus let this... this adolescent entrepreneur aid him in the interviews that she herself probably only got with Skylight through the grit of her teeth?!
It was of no difficulty to see that Mercelle was completely outraged at this fact. He tried not to show it on his face, but he knew deep down that it was impossible not to show any kind of resentment. It wasn't his nature. So when he looked at Heather, he tried his best to seem pleasant and nodded.
"The feeling is mutual," he lied. "I can assure you that the publishing district will be in good hands in your absence. Take care."
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