Park Sang-ho

4,200. Fallen Angel (Greed). Versatile. Chief of Staff. Sideblog to Finn. [[Closed RP account for Krovs Castle. Will only RP with members of Krovs.]]

[merekhopper]

The pyromancer had been in a conversation with one of the masters, attempting to get some time out of the Undercroft when a very familiar voice spoke behind him. Merek turned slightly to look at Sang-ho, the slave's lips pressed together for a brief second. He'd known the other man for quite awhile and, for some reason, it often seemed like his former colleague wasn't very fond of him. Something that drove the pyromancer a little crazy since he was never entirely sure how to respond to someone he couldn't charm. "Sang-ho. Lovely to see you again." He greeted after a second, clearing his throat. Merek didn't see much point in being overly professional now, not when there was such a change in the power dynamic between them. "You're not the first to say that, actually. I still haven't decided how offended I should be."

[fallen-sangho]

"You take your time in figuring it out, Mr. Hopper. You'll get there eventually. Or not at all," Sang-ho said, not even bothering to hide the condescension in his tone despite the polite smile on his face. "Either way it doesn't bother me."

[cairogaudetdeluca]

"Good to know. Just wanting to confirm should something happen if I'm to handle it myself or pass it along." He said. "I've not heard anything about it; that's why I was asking. Punishment isn't my forte, unless I've been personally wronged." Cairo didn't find any joy in kicking around those lesser than him and he considered most in that category. It wasn't fun unless they offered some sort of challenge, hence him finding more inerest when it was personal.

[fallen-sangho]

"Feel free to pass those things along, Mr. Gaudet-De Luca," Sang-ho confirmed. He smiled, folding his hands under his chin while he watched the young witch intently. "Though if you're able to handle it yourself, you know the rules. I hear you've had some experience in doling out punishments while I've been away." He tsked softly. "A shame I wasn't here for it."

[reapthewarner]

"Traps and scheming." He said, giving the other a glance for a brief moment before he turned them back downward. Suppose it was a sensitive subject to bring up, the how he got here in the first place. Not especially well known for his kind to be somewhere away from his purpose. "I'm not ignorant to how I was brought here. Even if a part of me wishes it was so." He shook his head, he didn't appreciate the tone being given to him. "Not much else one can do when stuck with their own thoughts."

[fallen-sangho]

"Every action and choice comes with a consequence," Sang-ho stated. "Unfortunately, undoing what's already been done is impossible. It's good to see someone accepting their circumstances rather than trying to fight it, Mr. Beck. I find it tiring hearing the slaves whine and moan about their predicaments that they could've avoided themselves if they'd been a little smarter."

[grechtcr]

Gideon gave a small grin, offering up a wrapped box. "Cuff links for the promotion. I'm sure you'll have many a master bothering you soon enough, I just wanted to be certain to get my congratulations in." He offered quietly. "Are they mowing you over with requests yet, or are they actually giving you time to acclimate?"

[fallen-sangho]

"How generous of you," Sang-ho hummed with a friendly smile as he accepted the gift. He did appreciate Gideon for these things; no other councilman would do such a thing. "Naturally I've been receiving requests since I started. It's all right, I'm more than prepared to handle them. I'm very familiar working with the council, after all. It's nice to have you back as well, Mr. Rechter. Is there anything I can do for you?"

[milesfarrow]

Miles wasn't told where he was going, but didn't argue with the guards when he was led out of the undercroft. His only gripe he had was that he better still get his hour outside. The shoves came every now and then because he was too busy taking in the hallways and what went where. He'd not made it much past the foyer prior to his little meeting with a couple masters and then when he hung with Deke that was a different spot than where he was heading now. Direction was something he was good at; mapping places out, remembering the way he came, and small details. What he wasn't good at was playing nice to people he didn't like, which was most everyone at the castle. His jobs were short lived, literally, and whatever role he had was temporary. This temporary little role as slave was already playing on too long.

"Nice place." He said looking around as he was guided inside taking in what little was privy too and it was real nice. Given the opportunity he wouldn't mind offing the guy and moving in. A little more was given when his supposed criminal act was brought up. He wasn't dealing with a master so it must be staff considering where he'd been led hanging with Deke. When the seat was offered he gave a scoffing laugh. "Yeah, think I'll stand." He declared and walked to the table next to the chair pushing the decorative vases off it, grabbing the book that sat on it, and inspected it. "You hear a lot of things, I'm sure. Are you trying to get my side of the story or just trying to figure out what's going through my head?" He set the book down looking back at the man still sitting in the chair. "Are you the psychiatrist here? I've heard some interesting things about you."

[fallen-sangho]

Sang-ho barked out a laugh, choosing to ignore Miles somewhat chaotic exploration of the room. "Heavens, no. I'm the Chief of Staff here. I'm more interested in hearing your side of the story," he answered. "What possessed you to steal a shirt from a master?"

[cairogaudetdeluca]

"Hope you enjoyed your time off." Cairo said to the fallen angel as he strode into his office. He did mean it knowing that time off wasn't easy to come by for everyone. That didn't fully include him. If Raphael and Lucien had a family trip he was going no matter what he had for time off. One of the benefits of being a nepotism kid. "Congratulations on the promotion." It wasn't a job he wanted so he could mean that as well. "Did the council give you a name for who the stand-in enforcer is?" He already knew what his parents stance on the topic would be.

[fallen-sangho]

"Thank you, Mr. Gaudet-De Luca," Sang-ho said, his smile warming. He could always count on the head of magic security to be polite and welcoming, but also strictly business-minded. Cairo definitely inherited all the best traits from both his parents, including their ambitions. Sang-ho liked that. "They did. I also know that he'll be starting this week." He'd be assisting with onboarding the latest person taking up that role. "What have you heard about it?"

[thereapernoel]

"I've yet to receive the letter opener I requested. Is there a problem with the request or is it being denied? It's causing an issue." Noel explained to the new chief of staff that he gave as much thought about as the old, which none at all. He saw Sang-ho as an obstacle, one that was far more astute at self preservation than the last. Something not lost on Noel. "It's only in the shape of a knife. I can assure you I won't stab anyone with it, unless they ask nicely." The smile thinned his lips, but his eyes remained cold and dead.

[fallen-sangho]

Sang-ho arched an eyebrow ever so slightly and stayed quiet a beat before answering. "What issue could a lack of letter opener be causing with the functionality of your job, Dr. Gaudet?" he wondered.

[fallen-sangho]

Some things never changed within Krovs Castle, like how quickly gossip spread down the halls. It hadn't taken long for the word about Miles Farrow attempting to steal from a master to reach his office. It was his job as Chief of Staff, after all, to know just about everything so that he could keep the castle's operations running smoothly.

Dealing with a slave wasn't necessarily under his job description, however, that wasn't why he requested the elf be brought to his suite for less than an hour at precisely noon. His powers might be dampened though a man still needed sustenance. These days, Sang-ho received that through acts of greed, which were easy to come by here in Krovs, no matter someone's station.

"Mr. Farrow," the fallen angel greeted the younger with indifference despite the polite smile. He led the slave into his suite and took a seat in one of the armchairs in his living room, gesturing for Miles to sit on the couch beside him. "I hear you've been causing trouble. Stealing from a master." He clicked his tongue against his teeth. He folded his hands together in front of himself. "Not a bright move. Tell me, what were you thinking there?"

@milesfarrow

[gtadreamdwellings]

New York: 34 East 62nd Street [$30 million]

[fallen-sangho]

"How the mighty have fallen," Sang-ho drawled upon approaching Merek down in the Undercroft. Personally, he was surprised it took so long for the pyromancer to wind up down here what with all the flirting and fucking the young thing preoccupied himself with. Some days Sang-ho genuinely wondered if the other ever took anything seriously, job included. The fallen angel possessed a much different work ethic than Merek even if the other had earned his status as former Chief of Staff fair and square. Seniority be damned, the ambitious creature wanted that higher title and he finally got it. "I almost wish I could say I'm shocked to see you down here, Mr. Hopper. Though I think it suits you better than working upstairs."

@merekhopper

[fallen-sangho]

Sang-ho sat in his office quite pleased with himself. He'd taken a rare few weeks off for himself after securing his promotion to Chief of Staff. Why not? There weren't any events in the works and he deserved the chance to celebrate his win he'd worked hard for. It helped too that Merek Hopper chose to leave and ultimately wind up a slave in the Undercroft, thus securing the position for himself. Sang-ho wouldn't make that same mistake as his predecessor knowing he'd lose any semblance of safety the second he permanently left Krovs. He hated being collared as it was, but minimal power was better than none.

He looked up at his latest visitor whom he assumed was someone here to either ask something of him, complain, or –– least expected option –– welcome him back and properly congratulate him. That well-practiced smile spread over his features. "How can I help you today?"

@krovscastlestarters

[reapthewarner]

There was only a low hum of voices now as the slaves still down with him settled down. It must be getting late by the way they reacted which the reaper found interesting. Though he never grew tired in the same way as the beings around him, never had a need for it. Suppose that came with the ghost he used to be there was no such feeling nor as the reaper he is now. He's standing, leaning up against a wall with a small book he found on the floor not far from where he was standing. "Curious how you got here." He said to no one in particular, mostly aiming the question to himself. He hadn't been in the castle long enough to know the ins and outs just yet. No doubt he will be learning much more about the place in the days that followed.

@krovscastlestarters

[fallen-sangho]

"How does anyone wind up in a place like this?" Sang-ho replied in response, raising a brow at the slave. He'd come down to the Undercroft to inspect the conditions (and perhaps to subtly rub salt in his predecessor's wound). "I, myself, used the stairs." He smirked. "Do you truly not know how you wound up here or are you mournfully lamenting your tragic situation, Mr. Beck?"

[mjracles]

gong yoo - maxim kanu: single origin [tolima, colombia] (2025)

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[fallen-sangho]

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