PLAYER
Name/Handle: Megan/Hyatt
Timezone: EST
Gender: Female
E-Mail: hyattisqueen@aol.com
AIM/other form of IM (MSN etc): Hyatt is Queen
Personal LJ: bureburehyatt 

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( My name is William T. Spears of the Death God Dispatch Management Division, London Bureau. I have come to collect that Reaper there. )

You have reached William T. Spears, Dispatch Management Office, London Division. I am unable to take your call at this time. Please leave a brief message specifying your full name, telephone number, and reason for calling after the tone, and I will respond as quickly as possible.

Also, if this is Dispatch Member Grell Sutcliff, please hang up the phone immediately. Nothing you have to say could possibly be worth the space it will take up in my voicemail.

Thank you.

*beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*

((Concrit and suggestions go here! Don't hold back, I can take it! XO))

I have a proposition for any Igura participants that may be interested.

Very shortly I will be embarking on a sort of... side project, for which I will require some assistance. As to what this project is or what the work involved would be, I am unwilling to disclose very many details over the network. I can assure you that the payment will be worth your while. Particularly if you are the sort that enjoys power.

I do realize that this is not a sufficient amount of information, and as such, I will be more than willing to arrange a meeting at a secure location where we may discuss the specifics.

Please use appropriate privacy measures in your responses.

Hmph. After such a long period of silence, I can only assume that Mr. Smith has perished. Perhaps the bombings were to blame.

... Ah well, only a minor setback, really. He was clever, but I didn't care for his attitude. And at the very least, that... thing he gave to me is buried along with everything else in my former lodgings. A weapon that can kill gods... even if it were true, that sort of arrogance is terribly insulting.

I suppose I can at least be relieved that I don't still have that whip lying around, glorious waste of money that it was. What on earth would I have even done with that thing?

... Also, Grell Sutcliff. Your kitchen is disturbingly bare. I shall leave to purchase some groceries shortly, though realize it will come out of your pay upon our return to London.

...

This is absolutely unacceptable.

Someone will pay for this.

((So it looks like poor Will's apartment was pretty much totaled during the bombing. Most of the important things are secure--he's still got his merchandise and his Scythe. But his poor rulebook and his one replacement Suit are gone forever. </3))

( Private / Pretty hackable )

Garcian Smith. Your item is still at my apartment.

A status report would also be appreciated.

Demon.

Tomorrow night, eight o'clock sharp. We will meet at the site of our previous encounter.

Do not be late.

Honestly. I don't see why he found it so amusing. It's not as though I would know anything about those kinds of stores, let alone what kinds of whips they sell.

( Private to Garcian | Not too hard to hack )

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( Private to Grell | Not too hard to hack )

... I had almost forgotten that day was coming up again.

Honestly. Tomorrow cannot come soon enough.

Grell Sutcliff. Your services will be required today.

Are you available at 1:00?

Stopping the flow of blood was a tiresome effort, but after some time (and after ruining my best dress shirt), the wounds have closed, and have been sufficiently bandaged. Based on the point of entry, and on the fact that I am in fact still alive and not in excruciating agony, I have no reason to believe that any of my vital organs have been damaged. I did lose a considerable amount of blood, however, and have been experiencing dizziness and disorientation for some time since as a result. Still, it is nothing that a sufficient amount of rest will not resolve over time.

I will have to remember to prepare the proper forms to modify my Scythe, once I am able. I am well aware of its vulnerabilities as a weapon, but until tonight they had never been an issue. Still, for me to lose to such a creature... how positively disgraceful. I shall have to remedy this. And soon.

... but first...

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*sigh*

I do not suppose anyone would know where one might be able to purchase a pair of spectacles in this area?

Well. There's one nuisance out of my hair. At least for the time being.

Perhaps now I can actually get something accomplished.

Honestly. The things I go through because of that trash officer.

Grell Sutcliff. This is your first and only warning. I know that you are in this area, and regrettably as your superior I am obligated to find you before finding my way out of this place. Understand that I have been kept from my desk for some time now as a result of your antics. Understand that my patience is wearing very, very thin.

Unfortunately, as we are not presently at the main branch the full brunt of your punishment cannot be carried out at this time. Therefore, as a member of the Management Division, I will be taking on that responsibility. I expect you to contact me as soon as possible, with your letter of reflection and official report in hand. If you make haste, I will consider not worsening the damage that Demon made to your face. However, I do not make any promises to this effect.

Do not make me hunt for you, Grell Sutcliff. I do not approve of overtime.