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[acethatmatters.livejournal.com]

....always absent when you want them.

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[permanent-trump.livejournal.com]

[Look who decided to stop by.]

And who would that be?

[acethatmatters.livejournal.com]

[His heart might explode from utter and complete joy.]

The Jack of Spades. I don't suppose you've seen him?

[permanent-trump.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately no. I've been in the kitchens, scrubbing pots.

[headfollowheart.livejournal.com]

Sieben will be returning from his meeting with the Tens in twenty minutes, my lord. Should I ask him to head towards your office?

[acethatmatters.livejournal.com]

Taken up the job of his secretary?

[headfollowheart.livejournal.com]

It was either that or watch him slowly suffocate under a pile of paperwork.

[A mild exaggeration. Mild.]

He hasn't yet inspired me to that level of sadism.

[sevenbyright.livejournal.com]

I'll attempt to be underfoot more often. You wished to see me?

[acethatmatters.livejournal.com]

Would you really? That could get awkward.

[There's no chair in his office for Julien to offer him, so he doesn't bother.]

And yes, I did.

[sevenbyright.livejournal.com]

I'm sure there's a happy medium somewhere.

[Sieben doesn't lean against the door frame but steps inside and closes the door, just in case this is a sensitive meeting.]

What is on your mind?

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

Teapots? Quite right.

[Did you need something, his face asks.]

[acethatmatters.livejournal.com]

[Teapots, David, really? As if you could ever be without a teapot when you want one with Chives around.]

[Business first.] I've spoken with Oliver about his new assignment, your majesty.

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

Good, and how did it go?

[A few shut folders, and a little more paperwork is shiffled off his desk.]

[7waystobetray.livejournal.com]

[have a recently-defeated and therefore contemplative (and more humble?) Delilah]

You wanted me?

[acethatmatters.livejournal.com]

I certainly did...there has recently been an opening for someone to manage the armory while Oliver acts as delegate to the Arcana.

[He'll just look at her a moment for all the implications of that to sink in.]

As you seem to have a plethora of time on your hands, lately, it was thought a job you could handle.

[7waystobetray.livejournal.com]

[Delilah went still. Just... still. She's been out of hand. She knows that. And her lost challenge... she's half expecting to be challenged by one of the Sevens tomorrow. Maybe even Oliver. So the demotion comes as no shock. It's still painful, but somehow... it seems appropriate. She'll still go the other castles, she'll still collect intel, but it won't be her main job.]

[half acceptance doesn't mean she knows what to say, though. So she'll just nod.]

[permanent-trump.livejournal.com]

[Look who decided to stop by.]

And who would that be?

[acethatmatters.livejournal.com]

[His heart might explode from utter and complete joy.]

The Jack of Spades. I don't suppose you've seen him?

[headfollowheart.livejournal.com]

Sieben will be returning from his meeting with the Tens in twenty minutes, my lord. Should I ask him to head towards your office?

[acethatmatters.livejournal.com]

Taken up the job of his secretary?

[sevenbyright.livejournal.com]

I'll attempt to be underfoot more often. You wished to see me?

[acethatmatters.livejournal.com]

Would you really? That could get awkward.

[There's no chair in his office for Julien to offer him, so he doesn't bother.]

And yes, I did.

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

Teapots? Quite right.

[Did you need something, his face asks.]

[acethatmatters.livejournal.com]

[Teapots, David, really? As if you could ever be without a teapot when you want one with Chives around.]

[Business first.] I've spoken with Oliver about his new assignment, your majesty.

[7waystobetray.livejournal.com]

[have a recently-defeated and therefore contemplative (and more humble?) Delilah]

You wanted me?

[acethatmatters.livejournal.com]

I certainly did...there has recently been an opening for someone to manage the armory while Oliver acts as delegate to the Arcana.

[He'll just look at her a moment for all the implications of that to sink in.]

As you seem to have a plethora of time on your hands, lately, it was thought a job you could handle.