#maliignus

[fraudulent-intentions]

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Forgive me for intruding upon your work but this is rather important. [ He gestures to the empty seat across from him. ] Please have a seat.

I don't think you'd ever talk if there was nothing important to be said. {A small sigh of resignation falls past her lips as she takes the offered seat, back straight along its back and legs crossing at the knee.} 

I'm listening.

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Ariana, a word in my office if you would.

{There’s a slight jerk in her walk as she enters the room, too used to pausing at the door and waiting to be let inside, not used to being invited when she was halfway across the building doing her work.

Important work, things that she preferred to get done all at once without interruption. If her irritation shows through it’s not nearly the amount she feels.} Competence has arrived. What can I do for you today, Archer?

[fraudulent-intentions]

maliignus replied to your post:All wrapped up before dinner. The stress and...

Congratulations on finding the culprit.

With a small thanks to your Houndour. The pup wasn't needed, but most definitely appreciated. The grunts do love their ample evidence. {She offers the pokeball out in her palm, fingers flat so Archer can easily pluck it up without any of that human contact he hates so much.}

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{A Murkrow, easily recognized as Ariana's, flies two separate letters to Proton and Archer. Proton's mentions the time and place the thief will be dealt with, while Archer's has the added information that his personal recruit has already been acquitted of the chargers.

Both are signed with an afterthought of lipstick, a quick peck to the paper over her giddiness at closing in on her target.}

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Tell that to Proton who blames me each and every time that he fails to submit his paperwork correctly.

[ He goes silent after, listening to Ariana as she speaks.

Archer looks up briefly, eyebrow quirked. Interest is brief in his expression and his silence tells her that she can continue if she wants— because there’s nothing better than Ariana’s stories. ]

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Mm, Proton isn't one to talk. I was just down there and I saw the state of his desk. {It's not as heavily dealt an insult as she wants to give, she rarely speaks in whole truths as it is, but there is some manner of civility she thinks is smart to keep amongst all the Executives.

Even with the likes of Petrel.

Catching Archer's vaguely interested glace Ariana theatrically clears her throat and talks as she pulls the files out one by one.} It's not a serious thievery, you must have guessed that's what it was because of my question before, but it is in the fact whoever the brat was took something from me. 

{A certain kind of venom seeps briefly in to her voice, a glimpse in to her true feelings on the matter before she shakes her head in mock disappointment like it's not as big a deal as she's making it out to be.}

Arbok got their scent but we lost them down near Proton's office, too much filth down there, I suppose. {A small smile, barely a twitch, a delicate curve.} Well, now that he have it, all we need is a fresh whiff from the thief themselves and we know who did it.

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"Oh, goodness, what are the Executives doing around here?"