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@fallen-sangho
"Mr. Hawkins," Sang-ho greeted the stable groom calmly and curiously, though there was a hint of sternness in his tone. He didn't dare enter the stable and instead stood in the doorframe, lest some dust sully his nice work suit. He wrinkled his nose at the scent of the werewitch in need; sure it might be natural but that didn't make it pretty. "I assumed you would be taking the week off to deal with heat. Care to tell me what you're doing out here?"
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Merek had been having a very good day until he saw the man who was heading in his direction. It took quite a lot to make the pyromancer not like someone, but he'd found himself incredibly frustrated by Sang-ho early on and that was a feeling he'd never quite been able to shake. Still, the slave plastered on his attempt at his own friendly smile that disappeared at the other man's words. Asshole.
"It does pay to have connections around this castle." Merek's shoulders raised in a small shrug and he cleared his throat, his fingers playing with the ring that Gideon had given him. It seemed to have become a habit. "Perhaps you should work on being a little more pleasant, Sang-ho, just in case you ever end up on the wrong side of the council."
Sang-ho snorted out a laugh. "Bold of you to assume that I'd be stupid enough to wind up there," he retorted. "Certainly goes to show you know only one way to build your... connections with others, Mr. Hopper." The fallen angel avoided sleeping around so casually with others in the castle, but that might be an overarching personal preference. He had other means of charming his employers. "As I said before, your predicament makes sense for you."
Nick rubbed his brows as he sighed. "Very pretty faced boy. Ezio? Elias? E something, I wasn't truly paying attention, I just knew I was to be rented, then unwanted, then told to make myself useful as I'd already been acquired so here we are, sir. Shall I await an escort back to the undercroft?"
"Was it Enzo?" Sang-ho deadpanned, knitting his brows together. It wouldn't surprise him about the rather unserious siren. "Yes, you'll wait here. I'll summon a guard." He didn't have the time right now to do it himself nor did he really want to. He pulled out his cell and texted both Hwan and Manny to see who was readily available to carry this task out. "Can't have you wandering around the castle alone."
Gideon had to admit, the idea of someone being able to use rope to make something so beautiful and pliable, it intrigued him more and more. "Well then lets make a time. I would hate to tread on your new and, assuredly, busy schedule." He mused. "If you have any in the near week, you just let me know and I'll clear that block out."
"My schedule is much the same as it was when I was a scribe, Mr. Rechter," Sang-ho assured the younger man. "This Friday then after work at 6pm. Do let me know whether that works for you or not."
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He wasn't sure where to start, he was given a rundown of the layout to the castle. The training had been very thorough, intense, and he came out of it with a bit more knowledge of it all. Still, on his own, the place felt forboding and oppressive which made clear sense as to why. Still, he had a job to do as well as his mission that meant he needed to get comfortable here and quickly. He had just visited the office where they were to go to clock in, he had just gotten his keys when he turned. Not paying attention to where he was stepping he nearly collided with another body. He was quick enough to step to the side which avoided any major hit. "My apologies, I didn't see you there." He said quickly, taking a step back as to create space between them. "Are you alright?"
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"Quite all right, Mr. La Roux," Sang-ho confirmed, brushing off the front of his blazer even though the two men had barely collided. The old fallen angel still possessed solid reflexes. "You ought to be careful where you're walking. It seems to be an epidemic of residents not watching where they're going around here."
He smiled politely at the young witch, knowing that Wyatt was starting his day. There might be another level of report in between them but Sang-ho paid attention to the new hires of the castle. "Are you ready for your first shift?"
Sang-ho whistled a tune to himself as he strode down the hall with a folder tucked under his arm. Much to do around here with the council planning a rather big event in the next month, something the castle had never done before. He almost missed the drama of sitting in on council meetings. Always most entertaining.
And speaking of entertaining drama. A smile one might see as warm and friendly spread over his features upon seeing Merek Hopper coming the other way.
"Ah, Mr. Hopper, I suppose congratulations are in order," he said. "I knew you'd get out of the Undercroft quickly. Almost like you were preparing for that even as Chief of Staff. Well done."
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"That's right," Enzo said with a little grin. "Just felt kinda.. right.. to get the De Luca name in there too," the siren added, giving a soft shrug of his shoulders as he took another couple of steps into the office. He really hadn't thought the interaction through, so the question took him by surprise. "Oh, well, technically yes," he admitted. "That is all I needed.. but I do have a question for you, just a small query that I've thought about recently. How common is it for staff members to become slaves here? I've seen it happen a few times now in my time here and... it's not entirely comforting."
Sang-ho stared silently back at Lorenzo for a beat, a brow arching. "What an interesting question," he mused. He leaned back in his seat and steepled his fingers together while he thought back. "It's uncommon, though it's happened. It's usually because the staff member has committed a grievous violation against castle rules. Are you asking me because you've done something you're guilty about? I'm not a creature who offers repentance any more, Mr. De Luca-Reyes."
"I believe fate has some influence on a person's trajectory." He wasn't all knowing, it was a personal guess on his part. Though he always saw how it all ended for a person, how they ended not always what brought them to that end. He does perk up a bit at the mention of getting out of there and drinks. "If you'll have me then I'd enjoy joining you upstairs. For conversation, drinks, or anything else." He said, not unaware of the why he was truly there for.
"We'll see where the evening takes us, Mr. Beck," Sang-ho said with a polite smile spreading across his features. He slipped a hand into his pocket and turned walking towards the stairs. He submitted a rental request to the guard on duty and then continued on up to the next level, sure that Warner was in tow.
He started their walk for the game room, Sang-ho often frequenting the bar in there as it fed his vice. "It's been a long while since I've met another fallen in the castle," he stated.
Being a guard -- and a bit nosey -- Enzo thought it would be a good idea to pay the new Chief of Staff a visit just to introduce himself, see what he was like and also congratulate him. It did feel a little strange, given he knew what had happened to the previous Chief of Staff, but that was absolutely none of Lorenzo's business.
Entering Sang-ho's office, Enzo greeted the other with a smile as he lingered in the doorway for a moment, mostly to get a good look at the guy. Handsome, but wasn't everyone at Krovs in some way? "Just thought I'd come introduce myself and congratulate you," he said with a smile as he took a couple more steps inside the office. "I'm Lorenzo -- Enzo to most. I'm a guard here."
"I'm well aware of who and what you are, Mr. Reyes... or Mr. De Luca-Reyes now, isn't it?" Sang-ho replied. He stood tall, closed and adjusted his suit jacket. He'd been in Krovs far longer than Lorenzo, after all. "I appreciate you dropping by for that." He smiled politely. "Was that all you needed?"
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"No one informed me of that when they merely booted me to come to you." He sighed, hands folded neatly behind his back. "I'm guessing the goal was to get me in some form of trouble. They told me coming right to you wouldn't be an issue. Clearly, tempting fate." The lack of amusement in his voice painted clear as day on his face as well, no subtitles needed. "Would you like to call a guard and have me back in the basement, then?"
"I did not rent you, Mr. Whitlock," Sang-ho stated, narrowing his eyes slightly. Either this slave was trying to start problems or one of the staff truly was slacking. Despite his falling and employment, it was rare for Sang-ho to take any interest in the slaves to rent them, unless they could provide him a decent meal on that vice he fed off now.
He adjusted his suit blazer, rounded his desk, and leaned back against it with arms folded over his chest. "Who was the guard that brought you upstairs? I don't know where the misunderstanding came that a single rental entailed you'd be serving 'anyone who wanted you.' You ought to be escorted to the singular person who requested you."
Suppose it was good for him to check out the new staff while he had the attention to do so. The person who had replaced the former who had found himself as a slave instead. A good one, if he had to let his opinion be known about it. However, he hadn't really made an opinion about the knew face that took up space as the new chief. So there he was to make himself known to him for anything he may need for the future. So he made his way into the office that now occupied the new face, he looked him over the moment he stepped inside.
"I suppose you can help by having a lovely little chat with me." He said, he needed nothing else at the moment. Other than knowing this one a little more while he was employed.
Sang-ho knew a dead celestial when he saw one. He and Everett were close in age, once shared a virtue. How fascinating the difference in their fates and their acceptances of it. He didn't seem annoyed by this one striding into his office purely for a chat.
"Of course, Mr. Caine," he said. A wave of his hand shut the door behind the lich. He gestured then to the empty seat across from him. He sat back in his own desk chair, one leg over his knee and fingers steepled together. "What would you like to discuss?"
Begrudgingly Nick had been called up to the upper levels, supposedly to find something useful to do at the torment of one of the men who had rented him. He paused himself in the doorway, awaiting acknowledgement before the other spoke and a soft voice came out of him. "I was requested to serve anyone who would have me. It seems I was rented and then sent on a quest to make myself useful to anyone's needs. I suppose you're the first I've stumbled upon. So... may I make myself useful, sir?" The last line took more from him than he was willing to admit as he met the gaze of the other steadily.
Sang-ho arched a brow high, quiet for a long beat as he took in the white dragon. One side of his mouth drew down in a frown and his nose crinkled slightly at the holy scent. Or at the clear unprofessionalism handled here. "That is not how things work, Mr. Whitlock," he drawled. "Where is the guard that should be escorting you?"
"Yes you've always been rather the best scribe we've had. I'm sure you're going to enjoy parting ways with Raiden's colorful contributions to meetings." He joked lightly before he shook his head as he looked at the other. "Unless you're actually ready to teach me more about shibari." He joked, canting his head. "No, no I merely make it a point to make sure other's feel comfortable in their promotions but then you've been with us long enough that a simple congratulations felt like more than enough. And Park... Gideon will do. More than enough."
"It's much appreciated, Mr. Rechter," Sang-ho replied with a slight bow of his head and a polite smile. Ever one for formalities; this was the first time Gideon offered to be referred on a first name basis and it wasn't the first time Sang-ho continued as he did. His smile did grow some. "I have said if you're serious about that request to schedule some time with me. The more you joke, the more I think you actually want it."
"It's delaying my ability to open letters addressed to me, Mr. Sang-ho." Noel took a seat across from the fallen angel. " If I had access to some of my powers I wouldn't have to put in this request. I've yet to understand why the lack of trust. I was hired, was I not? And after my years of service this seems more rooted in harassment than any sort of actual real need. Or is it someone has a fetish for me in a collar?"
"I see," Sang-ho hummed, gaze following Noel across from him. This wouldn't be a quick visit then. He briefly glanced at his watch noting that he did have time for this. "Have you tried merely using your fingers, Dr. Gaudet? They work just as well at opening letters." Whether he had that letter opener in his desk drawer ready for the reaper or not would be revealed at a later time.
However, he did pull out a pad of paper and a pen to take notes as they talked from now on. "Remind me, doctor, how much of your powers do you currently have access to?"
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Merek pressed his lips together, narrowing his eyes for a brief second at Sang-ho. With anyone else, he might have continued to try and charm them, but he'd learned some time ago that it was a pointless attempt with his former colleague. "Did you just come down here to brag or is there something else you wanted?"
"That's all I wanted, Mr. Hopper," Sang-ho said with a cheerful smile and matching tone. He'd already said everything he needed to so there was no more reason to linger down here. He turned on his heel and walked towards the stairs. "I'll see you again soon." Because neither of them would be leaving Krovs in the foreseeable future.
Miles snorted a laugh as he picked up the vase he'd moved and was looking it over. "I needed a shirt." He tossed it from hand to hand. "That a good enough answer for you, Chief?"
"Actually, yes." Sang-ho paused a beat. He could already taste a note of that vice he embodied in the air, that enough to suffice for greed. Selfish desires, needs, wants. He crooked a finger at the slave, the next words that left his mouth all laced with a subtle layer of persuasion. "Put that down where you got it and come over here, Mr. Farrow."
