Meine Liebe drabbles: Reports
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narcasseCavendish and his reports. Gunter. And Ryuichi too.
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nekonexus and kintail too.
Reports
Disclaimer: Meine Liebe belongs to Konami, Yuki Kaori and others. Though these are mostly only original characters in that universe.
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“He just doesn’t take anything seriously. It’s like talking to a trained monkey. I talk, it scratches its arse and then does nothing!”
“You mean…”
“Cavendish. I’d have more luck pulling my own teeth.”
“But Ishidzuki’s back from Balmoral…”
“Exactly. He’ll probably shoot the messenger instead.”
“Now really-“
“Afternoon, chaps.”
“Cavendish! Where the hell have you been?”
“Oh, you know. A sloth like me…”
“Don’t get all Catholic now; just go give your damn report.”
“How can he be so casual about it?”
“He’s the sort of fellow who spends his assignments fiddling schoolboys, Marchmain.”
“There is that I suppose.”
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It had taken Christian five hours of solid editing to remove all of Gunter’s irreverent commentary and asides from the final report and still he couldn’t quite escape that feeling that there had to be something that he’d missed. Gunter liked to make a game of it after all; a ribald comment here, an off-colour joke there and stickmen dancing in the margins.
Christian had nightmares about the stickmen in particular, legions of stickmen marching across acres of lined paper with the lyrics of Deutschlandlied over their heads.
It was, as always, quite the possibility that Gunter was absolutely barking.
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In the quiet calm of his office the senior spymaster was making paper aeroplanes. Each sheet folded precisely, squares torn from larger pages.
There was a skill to it certainly, an aesthetic artistry that spoke of ancient craft. He’d rather bright orange paper to sail across a clear blue sky but he’d make do with what he had.
Better that these pages serve this purpose anyway because he’d much rather make paper aeroplanes than read Cavendish’s reports which always rather sounded like the stuff of penny-dreadful novels. Besides, they always seemed to end with ‘and then the villain got away’.
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For some reason it seems that Ryuichi has been to see the King.
Marchmain takes Cavendish’s reference to be regarding the Seven Deadly Sins.
Das Deutschlandlied is the German national anthem and the orange paper aeroplanes are really something of a trademark for Koumyou Sanzo.
Because I’d promised that I’d write something and one for
nekonexus and kintail too.Reports
Disclaimer: Meine Liebe belongs to Konami, Yuki Kaori and others. Though these are mostly only original characters in that universe.
++++++++++
“He just doesn’t take anything seriously. It’s like talking to a trained monkey. I talk, it scratches its arse and then does nothing!”
“You mean…”
“Cavendish. I’d have more luck pulling my own teeth.”
“But Ishidzuki’s back from Balmoral…”
“Exactly. He’ll probably shoot the messenger instead.”
“Now really-“
“Afternoon, chaps.”
“Cavendish! Where the hell have you been?”
“Oh, you know. A sloth like me…”
“Don’t get all Catholic now; just go give your damn report.”
“How can he be so casual about it?”
“He’s the sort of fellow who spends his assignments fiddling schoolboys, Marchmain.”
“There is that I suppose.”
++++++++++
It had taken Christian five hours of solid editing to remove all of Gunter’s irreverent commentary and asides from the final report and still he couldn’t quite escape that feeling that there had to be something that he’d missed. Gunter liked to make a game of it after all; a ribald comment here, an off-colour joke there and stickmen dancing in the margins.
Christian had nightmares about the stickmen in particular, legions of stickmen marching across acres of lined paper with the lyrics of Deutschlandlied over their heads.
It was, as always, quite the possibility that Gunter was absolutely barking.
++++++++++
In the quiet calm of his office the senior spymaster was making paper aeroplanes. Each sheet folded precisely, squares torn from larger pages.
There was a skill to it certainly, an aesthetic artistry that spoke of ancient craft. He’d rather bright orange paper to sail across a clear blue sky but he’d make do with what he had.
Better that these pages serve this purpose anyway because he’d much rather make paper aeroplanes than read Cavendish’s reports which always rather sounded like the stuff of penny-dreadful novels. Besides, they always seemed to end with ‘and then the villain got away’.
++++++++++
For some reason it seems that Ryuichi has been to see the King.
Marchmain takes Cavendish’s reference to be regarding the Seven Deadly Sins.
Das Deutschlandlied is the German national anthem and the orange paper aeroplanes are really something of a trademark for Koumyou Sanzo.
