Post by Uesugi Lailis on Jul 4, 2010 1:17:39 GMT -4
[This takes place some time after "The Inspection" in the Ichisou of Heaven]
It didn't take much more than the pompous report that he'd gotten from Tsubasa to get his gears running. He didn't necessarily hate the new Jouha-ou, but he knew that the man named Kouzetsu Gin was not the type of person to pal around and speak when there was work to be done. Tsubasa was kissing up to him, sniffing the man like a bitch in heat, trying to decide when the best time would be to strike for his position, he supposed.
Immediately after receiving the report, he had decided to take care of the paperwork himself. He had enlisted some help, a few secretaries to help him sort what simply needed to be signed, what actually needed to be read and what contained portions of both. As an Elder, it was not his primary job to see to the qualms of the people directly, but with no one in the Sixth it had become his primary directive. He liked talking to people, feeling for their woes or telling them that they were whining too much and they needed to be quiet because they couldn't have everything that they wanted.
It had been a long while since Uesugi Lailis had been assigned to attune himself to anything, and honestly it was driving him mad. He physically trained often enough as is, and a lot of the time he did not rest for sometimes two weeks. At one time, he had grown so used to making himself sleep in the Mortal Realm that he would do it automatically. The effect had worn off. It was a good job that they had given him, listening to the people who had personal complaints. It gave him something to do. And, honestly, Lailis felt that if missing some paperwork ensured that the people felt as though they were being heard, and actually were being heard, he could deal with a write up or whatever political slight that Tsubasa had for him. She could very honestly go off somewhere and die.
But instead he had been presented the report, and so he closed his doors to the people to take some time for himself, to do paperwork that was related to not only this particular Kingdom of Heaven, but also approving and reviewing the range of reports that were pouring in from agents working in the Mortal Realm, as he wished he could be. There were not as many artifacts in the Mortal Realm that were being guarded now; a large number of them with Elemental properties had no longer required being guarded when Humans lost the ability to bond with sprites. While there was the decline in objects, however, the number of people who were desperately asking for help to guard their loved ones was increasing, and not all of them were genuine pleads. There were agents listening all around as well, and those recon missions also came back as reports.
It had taken him a while to get to this point. All of the reading, the boring, abstract reading that he'd had to do, actually paying attention, answering questions--luckily there were a few generic ones that he was able to pass on to some secretaries but the majority of it was for his eyes only--honestly, it was too much for one person to bear by himself.
But he made it through, and now he had made it to the most useful part: Signatures. He had halted his physical training for this. There were several piles that needed his signature alone, most of them for events that had already occurred and been cemented but needed his signature for archiving and informational purposes. This was the kind of thing that bored him most of all, but he was going to make this constructive for himself. He would not let Tsubasa get the upper hand on him. He would slit her throat with his own nails if it were possible.
And so he began his ordeal, sitting there with stacks of paper to sign. And he would sign, writing his name as rapidly as possible. A speed test, one that he could continue faithfully day and night until all of the pages were gone. He would be getting work done and shaping up his fingers at the same time. The faster that he could write, the more quickly he would take over something with his magic. it was a simple logical deduction. He had been using Law for many years, and he knew the value of being able to get your attacks and defense in on time. It could be Death if he did not scrawl something fast enough. Even one word could be life-saving.
When he was asked to be seen, he had his servants show them away; even Tsubasa when she came looking for a status report. He was afraid that he would take his quill and stab her through the neck with it. When he ran out of ink, he scribbled anyway and his own magic filled the spaces on the parchment. He was flexing his powers a bit. Gin knew the power of Law; Gin knew what it would do--he would just have to hope that someone understood, and if they didn't...it made no difference to him. He was devoted to Heaven, not any single person or being, an he would do what was best.
He would rather rely on himself than Tsubasa.
It didn't take much more than the pompous report that he'd gotten from Tsubasa to get his gears running. He didn't necessarily hate the new Jouha-ou, but he knew that the man named Kouzetsu Gin was not the type of person to pal around and speak when there was work to be done. Tsubasa was kissing up to him, sniffing the man like a bitch in heat, trying to decide when the best time would be to strike for his position, he supposed.
Immediately after receiving the report, he had decided to take care of the paperwork himself. He had enlisted some help, a few secretaries to help him sort what simply needed to be signed, what actually needed to be read and what contained portions of both. As an Elder, it was not his primary job to see to the qualms of the people directly, but with no one in the Sixth it had become his primary directive. He liked talking to people, feeling for their woes or telling them that they were whining too much and they needed to be quiet because they couldn't have everything that they wanted.
It had been a long while since Uesugi Lailis had been assigned to attune himself to anything, and honestly it was driving him mad. He physically trained often enough as is, and a lot of the time he did not rest for sometimes two weeks. At one time, he had grown so used to making himself sleep in the Mortal Realm that he would do it automatically. The effect had worn off. It was a good job that they had given him, listening to the people who had personal complaints. It gave him something to do. And, honestly, Lailis felt that if missing some paperwork ensured that the people felt as though they were being heard, and actually were being heard, he could deal with a write up or whatever political slight that Tsubasa had for him. She could very honestly go off somewhere and die.
But instead he had been presented the report, and so he closed his doors to the people to take some time for himself, to do paperwork that was related to not only this particular Kingdom of Heaven, but also approving and reviewing the range of reports that were pouring in from agents working in the Mortal Realm, as he wished he could be. There were not as many artifacts in the Mortal Realm that were being guarded now; a large number of them with Elemental properties had no longer required being guarded when Humans lost the ability to bond with sprites. While there was the decline in objects, however, the number of people who were desperately asking for help to guard their loved ones was increasing, and not all of them were genuine pleads. There were agents listening all around as well, and those recon missions also came back as reports.
It had taken him a while to get to this point. All of the reading, the boring, abstract reading that he'd had to do, actually paying attention, answering questions--luckily there were a few generic ones that he was able to pass on to some secretaries but the majority of it was for his eyes only--honestly, it was too much for one person to bear by himself.
But he made it through, and now he had made it to the most useful part: Signatures. He had halted his physical training for this. There were several piles that needed his signature alone, most of them for events that had already occurred and been cemented but needed his signature for archiving and informational purposes. This was the kind of thing that bored him most of all, but he was going to make this constructive for himself. He would not let Tsubasa get the upper hand on him. He would slit her throat with his own nails if it were possible.
And so he began his ordeal, sitting there with stacks of paper to sign. And he would sign, writing his name as rapidly as possible. A speed test, one that he could continue faithfully day and night until all of the pages were gone. He would be getting work done and shaping up his fingers at the same time. The faster that he could write, the more quickly he would take over something with his magic. it was a simple logical deduction. He had been using Law for many years, and he knew the value of being able to get your attacks and defense in on time. It could be Death if he did not scrawl something fast enough. Even one word could be life-saving.
When he was asked to be seen, he had his servants show them away; even Tsubasa when she came looking for a status report. He was afraid that he would take his quill and stab her through the neck with it. When he ran out of ink, he scribbled anyway and his own magic filled the spaces on the parchment. He was flexing his powers a bit. Gin knew the power of Law; Gin knew what it would do--he would just have to hope that someone understood, and if they didn't...it made no difference to him. He was devoted to Heaven, not any single person or being, an he would do what was best.
He would rather rely on himself than Tsubasa.
