Policing The Stars Is Not As Fun As It Sounds

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Policing The Stars Is Not As Fun As It Sounds

Postby SocialBookWorm » September 10th, 2017, 1:14:20 am

She sat at her desk. It was a simple desk, she loved it for that, nothing like the ornate ones that some of the others that worked with her had. Sturdy and steady, it got the job done when she was filling out her reports and paperwork. Turning it in late wasn't a crime, no matter how frowned upon, but the hurried scritch of pen would make many think it was.

The paper made a slight crinkling noise as she shifted it from one pile to the next, leaning back her long arms stretched behind her. The woman didn't have a face, not really, nor a body for all that the way that matter shifted around her. Vaguely humanoid, just enough to get her job done. Those possible thumbs were one of the more useful things she had seen in her time. Light refracted around her as she stood, leaving almost a void in the world as she gathered the papers into her arms.

Space rippled, a simple stone in the pond of life, and the paradox of her existence was covered by a long cloak, leaving only two pinpricks of light showing from the hood. Gloves were pulled on next, carefully so as not to drop the paperwork and reports in her arms.

Noelani didn't need to take a deep breath as many of her fellow employees did as she stepped out of her office. The sudden assault of noise made her flinch from under her hood. It wasn't a high level for most of the creatures that worked there, in fact, most demons- their majority group- found it a pleasant murmur of white noise. Lani could only rub at the space where ears would have been and wish that it was quieter.

She turned and headed towards the proper office to complete her work, her footsteps soft and quick along the unworldly floor. Beneath her feet, the cosmos spun, spots of light from worlds and stars a kaleidoscope of designs that she took no note of as she hurried along. There was the slight swoosh as her cloak moved with her, but otherwise the long, thin set figure moved silently along the work space.

Only when she reached the door of her destination did she hesitate, taking a moment to straighten her gloves and the creases in her cloak. She shuffled the papers, double checking to make sure that they were in the correct order: urgency being the leading factor, with importance coming in a close second, cross referenced with how long they had been on her desk in the first place.

Lani would not be the one to make a mistake.

Satisfied with her work, she gave the door to her boss's office a confident knock and waited for a reply.
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Re: Policing The Stars Is Not As Fun As It Sounds

Postby Kattata » October 14th, 2017, 5:19:45 pm

Noelani knocked; within ten seconds, a mellifluous voice—like molten sunlight; a voice that was the color of honey—answered, "Ah, Lani. Right on time, as always."

Even as Duane spoke, the door to his office opened of its own accord, as slow and regal as the omniscient pan-dimensional entity was himself, when he chose to occupy a plane on which he was capable of being perceived.

(There were rumors, of course—there were always rumors. But these rumors held that, no matter where you were, or what you were doing, or whom you were with, Duane might be there too, watching.

Whether or not it was true, it sufficed to keep the more troublesome of his employees quashed, and so Duane did not put forth any effort to quashing it.)


The man? owl? being sat behind an enormous desk, padded in leather a deep, vivid emerald, although it was largely concealed presently by stacks of paper.

Duane himself was wearing a form that Lani would recognize as one of his favorites—human (mostly), with amber eyes and wood-colored hair, although the eye had a tendency to glimpse impressions of feathers or the merest suggestion of talons. His clothing was somber, as though he was attending his own funeral: a sleek, fitted black jacket, currently hanging from a Tiffany lamp suspended from the ceiling nearer the far-right corner; a white silk shirt, pristine and unsullied; black trousers, impeccably pressed; a brocade waistcoat, featuring black-on-black embroidery, intricate as the fractal spiraling of galaxies, soft as feathers.

He waved a languid hand. "Very prompt, thank you. Put it ... somewhere—the Axolotl's auditors are coming this week, and everything's a bit, mm, at sixes and sevens still."
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Re: Policing The Stars Is Not As Fun As It Sounds

Postby SocialBookWorm » October 14th, 2017, 6:13:25 pm

"Of course Sir," she agreed dutifully, stepping towards his desk, setting the papers down with the rest of this piles. And then unable to help herself, set about straightening his piles into perfection. Which were quickly scattered as the door slammed open and a very familiar form zoomed into the room, sending a breeze through the office and bringing a cackle with it.

"Done and done Sir!" Tirta reported, her layered form flopping on top of Lani's head. "Oh and hello to you dear, I just got back! You wanted my report before I checked in on Mohana right?"

His arms zipped over and dropped another paper onto their bosses's desk, the most organized thing about the demon. "Speakin' of which did you get that pot dear? You're art was a great help in the outer design, swirls girl, you have a thing for swirls."

Lani quirked an eyebrow- or at least gave the feeling of it- reaching up to pluck the creature from her head and dropping it in front of Duane. "No, you like the swirls, I simply put up with the gifts that you give me." She turned to straighten the scattered papers and dryly added, "I believe this one is yours, sir."

Ta cackled again and twirled his body. "You bet I am!"
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