Rock You Like a Typhoon (Vulpesen)

[Watcher Three]

Watcher Three, Commodore of Typhoon Squadron, was standing in the lobby of the Tenevi Temple... Testing how echoes worked. For the past ten minutes, he and the two lieutenants he'd brought along for the sake of a little trip down to the Vitae capitol had been shouting at various volumes to see how loud the echoes had to be to carry back to his ears.

The attractive secretary was looking at the three of them like one would look at a stray puppy who had walked into a fancy restaurant and was begging for food. It was like a sort of indecision between ordering them to be removed, or giving them what they wanted because they were cute. The latter option definitely appealed to her because of Watcher's appearance. What woman was going to make a handsome, blue-haired, and well-armored man get out of her sight?

With a small sigh, though, Watcher stopped messing around and smiled warmly at the woman, who blushed and stared at him in a tiny bit of shock, "H-hi? What are you here for, sir?"

He replied, still smiling, "I'm here for His High Fuzzballness. If you could call him, I'd be grateful."

With a small giggle, she hit the intercom to Vulpesen's office, "Uh, sir... There's somebody here in red and black armor to see you."

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[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen rose his brow as he heard the howling in the atrium below. Again and again, shouting randomly and with the mountatin's of paperwork, his eye was starting to twitch. Just when he was about to storm down there and stop it himself, the intercom buzzed. "Uh, sir... There's somebody here in red and black armor to see you."

His hand moved forward to click the button as he spoke back to her. "Send them up. And tell them that if I hear any more shutting, the Veran foxes will be having langua for a snack." Ok, maybe he was a bit grumpy, but that's what happened when his paperwork, an already dreary job, was interrupted by annoying sounds.

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[Watcher Three]

Watcher winked at the secretary and walked past her into the door up to Vulpesen's office. One of his lieutenants stopped to talk to the secretary, and the Typhoon Commodore let him stay. There was no real security reason for his escort, and he wasn't going to begrudge the guy a possible date when it was more than probable that he would come back here quite a bit.

He stepped into the office and found that he didn't quite know how to address the leader of the Vitae Alliance. He saluted somewhat casually and allowed himself to lean against the doorway and said, "Well, hello, M'lord. How's paper shuffling?"

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[Vulpesen]

he looked up from the papers, briefly acknowledging [member="Watcher Three"]'s presence before hearing his introduction. "Its easier when I don't have all the din down stairs." He put down his pen and looked back up to the HRD. "So, what brings you to my office? Beyond testing the patience of me and my staff with your shouting that is."

 

[Watcher Three]

Watcher grinned at the Lord of the Vitae, and shrugged happily. What he was offering was an escape from the paper-pushing that was clearly annoying him, and the chance to see what Typhoon squadron was doing with their little hidey-hole in the Vergesso Asteroids. Somebody had to be curious about their setup, and who deserved to see it more than the guy whose bank it was coming out of?

He replied, "Well, Your Vulpineness, I'm offering to bring you on a little trip to Typhoon Base. Thought you should maybe see where the money you pay me goes. Plus, I'd bet any odds that going for a cruise on the Spyglass is more interesting than signing your name on scraps of paper."

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[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen's pen clacked against the Teradin wood desk as he set it down and lifted his head to look at [member="Watcher Three"]. "Alright, you have my attention." He couldn't deny it, sitting around in this desk with nothing but papers to work on was aggravating at best, and down right insanity inducing at worse. Recently, he'd been looking to find any excuse to get out of the room and until he could find the right people for his committees to help him, he was stuck with needing days like these where excuses of other pressing business were needed. "Though, I don't ever remembering commissioning any, 'Typhoon' base in the asteroids. Was this done with the assumption that I would approve?"