~What A Wonderful Day~

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"Doo, doo, doo~ Doodoo da doo da doo~" Such was the song being sung by a singer by the name of Tas. Tasselhoff Akiyama, to be exact. Or rather, Akiyama Tasselhoff, as one tended to say in Aerugo. Anyways, this little hummer of humming was humming as he quested forth on a mission! He had just left his house with a pot of his homemade, secret-recipe, eleven herbs and spices, chicken noodle soup. WHY was he carrying a pot of chicken noodle soup, one may ask? Well, he was quite a stalking stalker, and proficient at stalking stalkees, you see. Or at least, he knew that his boss, Raistlin, enjoyed soup. Of course, if Raistlin wanted soup, he could make it himself, but Tas felt like delivering him this pot of soup anyways. I mean, one doesn't make soup to go ask if the recipient wants it. It was a gift, and as a gift-giving gift-giver, this gift-giving giver of gifts would bring Rasitlin a gift, as Raistlin was the intended gift-getter. And a gift-getter always got gifts from gift-givers for that is the way gift-giving and gift-getting goes. Get it? Got it? GOOD.

So thusly walking on, or should I say skipping soundly along the sidewalk, our illiterate object of alliteration went on, on a divine mission of glory to present to his much-admired hero his homemade meal. And it was almost lunchtime too, so the timing could not have been better. It was as such that Tas finally made it to Raistlin's domain. Hoping that Raistlin would indeed be there, he merrily tapped on the door, and awaited the result of such tapping...

[Dai]

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[Raistlin Ambros]

Perfect silence perpetuated in the confines of the Commander's office. A simple office, though large, hardly decorated beyond anything that was functional. The walls were blank and empty, other than a large ornamental scroll on the wall farthest from the door, which read "元帥" in large, bold black paint strokes. In front of the the sizable sheet of calligraphy, there was a plain yet sturdy looking metal desk, one covered neatly in papers, documents, writing utensils, a digital clock, a sleek back computer and flat screened monitor, along with anything else you might expect to find on an office desk.

And upon a black office chair behind the desk, sat a dark brooding man, crimsons eyes cast over the sheets of paper laid out in front of him, concentrating on the many matters of the Aerugese military that he had to deal with. It was all trivial to him, a facade to cover and finance his own ambitions. Time slipped by slowly as the pen glided over the white sheets of documents, and red eyes glazed over the intelligence reports. Time tickled by slowly, until a knock was heard outside of the door, opposite of where he sat.

Without a word, the solitary man rose from his desk and opened the door. What greeted him was a.... unwelcome sight, to say the least.

"Sergeant Akiyama.....What business do you have with me?" said Raistlin, dispassionately, as he his eyes met with the twinkling cheerfulness that was Tas Akiyama

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As the much-worshipped general opened the door for Tas, without so much as a hello, and basically said "if you don't have anything important for me, go away", Tas couldn't help but admire one thing; Raistlin remembered his name! If he wasn't holding a pot of soup, he would have fainted! With a bright smile, he quickly bowed to Raistlin, which caused him to almost spill the soup all over the floor of the doorway outside of Raistlin's office. Thank goodness he caught it in time! If he would have dropped even a tiny drop of soup wthin a two mile radius of Raistlin, he would have been completely traumatized for the rest of his life! Which, based on his limited level of knowledge, was a BAD thing!!

"Hello General Raistlin!~ Sorry for coming over so unexpected, but I couldn't help but notice that it was almost lunchtime, and thought that you might like some soup. " Smiling his dopey little smile, he held up the pot, emphasizing the obvious. Hoping that Raistlin did indeed want the soup, he held it out a bit so Raistlin could take it if he wanted to.

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