~RED ALERT: A Woman Not in the Kitchen!~

[Jay Furor]

Ah, what was on the old agenda for today... Morning coffee, check. Give paperwork to a suboordinate, check. Order pizza, check. Deep-fry a random animal, check. Eat pizza with deep-fried bird-thing toppings, check. Have a suboordinate take out the trash, check. Meet with the new Head of Power... WELL. This was something a suboordinate probably couldn't handle, because they don't have cool offices. Stupid cubicles, hehehe... Suckers. So Jay sent a message to her secretary, who ganced around the waiting room until she found a Mr. Hochmann awaiting his meeting. "Sir, General Furor requests your presence. Third floor, third office to the left. Should say Brigadier General Furor." Right-ho. Now that one little thing was taken care of, Jay decided that she would have something ready for him when he came in, to make his meeting more enjoyable. Indeed, she still had some leftover eh... Seagull, it might be. Jay really didn't know, she isn't a scientist, or a zookeeper. What she WAS, was a soldier! And a mercenary, a pimp, an arms dealer, a drug dealer, a hunter, and a chef. That last one was negotiable, of course, but the rest were true. ANYWAYS.

She spent the next few minutes, as the bird was deep-fried, tidying up the place. Her old uniform, from her special ops days was hung on a rack behind her, along with pictures of her old squad, and the Amestrian flag, and her entire office was painted in camoflauge. Well, besides the nice leather couch in front of her desk. That was pink. Had jay any idea who was to sit in it, she may have spray-painted it blue, but alas, she did not have a clue that Heinrich was a man who believed in manliness and the fact that women should do women's work. And speak of the friendly person, there was a rapping on her door, JUST as she had set the bird-flesh on a plate on her desk, and taken her seat. "Come in, door's unlocked!~" As the door opened, she placed a tin of cigars on the desk, withdrew one and lit it, smiling as she inhaled the Esparian flavor. "Help yourself to some bird-meat, and a nice cigar, and we can get started, aye?" And so it begins...

[Guest]

An underling had intruded upon the newly appointed Head of power. Often those young soldiers who are stuck in the Headquarters assisting a higher up are fragile little whoops. They have a tendency to prefer the warm commotion within HQ wherein the commotion were not bullets flying left and right to the little trench one had found cover, but actually just people who were hurrying through the hallways. The underling either way was the spiking image of what was previously described and alas the underling had almost forgotten to give the salutes and address the Warrant Officer accordingly. Whatever the case, a glance was sufficient to redirect the senses of the derailed boy who then proceeded to recite the words that were told to him. ”Guten Tag. Jawohl.” were the few words that Heinrich had spoken in reply to the underling as he arose from his seat. Briefly the Head of Power adjusted his uniform, he adjusted his sheathed weapon and then went forth to enter the third floor, third office on the left. ‘twas natural to knock before intruding upon another’s office and that is what the Warrant Officer did – he knocked. In reply to the sound of a knock on the door the one within the office of the Brigadier General replied quickly. Come in, the door’s unlocked~” Obviously a female was there speaking those words. Hm? A female in the office of a Brigadier General? For a moment Heinrich would have a questioning look on his face until he had decided that it must be a secretary or something of the sort. He then went forth and opened the door to the office, entering in the office and to his complete surprise a female was sitting at the door, grabbing hold of a cigar and lighting it. The female proceeded with speaking words : ” Help yourself to some bird-meat, and a nice cigar, and we can get started, aye? Heinrich kept his composure, his arms to the sides of his body, hanging down. ”Guten Tag Fräulein. Thank you for the offer. I hope the General does not mind if I take a seat already. He then closed the door behind him and went on to take seat on the pink leather couch. A weird choice of color in a room that was painted camouflage, but Heinrich was not one to judge the sense of interior design someone else might have, for he himself has none of the sort. He took the girlie up on her offer to enjoy the taste of a cigar. Grabbing one, cutting it, placing it in his mouth and lighting it, enjoying the savouriness of the flavour for a moment as he inhaled and once more delighted by the aroma as he exhaled again. ”My presence was requested by Brigadier General Jay Furor, would you happen to know when he will arrive, Fräulein?” ‘twas obvious that Heinrich knew not of who was before him and for that matter he had always been blind to the fact that women were generally allowed to hold military positions.

[Jay Furor]

Jay gave a little chuckle, leaning back in her chair, breathing a bit of smoke to the side, a smile mounted on her face. "No, the general doesn't mind. Indeed, that is the will of the general, y'know." She was amused, to say the least. As it seemed, he was either a joker, or EXTREMELY formal, and in a way, kinda creepy. Actually, she hoped he was a joker, or he'd start to remind her of Buffalo Bob from that Joe Dirt movie, whatwith the weird way he was speaking. Not so much that she thought he wore other peoples' skins like suits, rather, the way he refered to her made her think of "it puts the lotion in the basket". BUT NO MATTER.

The second time, she laughed a bit louder, taking a few seconds to savor the humor. "You, sir, are a funny man, I'll give you that... Unless..." That was when it struck Jay, and she had to hold back another fit of laughter. Did he not know who she was?! "Ah, I'm sorry, where are my manners? Never met you before, so how would you have a clue who I am? Hehehe..." Extending a hand across the table for him to shake, she smiled. "Brigadier General Jay Caroline Furor, Head of Central HQ's Kanama base, and third in command of Central HQ, at your service." Full name, rank, and title for a new suboordinate, of course, and POSSIBLY a spit-take inducer...

[Guest]

The female appeared clueless to Heinrich. In all actuality she was a bit of a fool, would be some of the first set of thoughts within Heinrich’s head as she chuckled upon the remarks of the Warrant Officer and then went on to call him a funny man.. Heinrich a funny man? That’s a grave misconception, but the confusion should all too well clear up very soon. The woman extended a hand across the table as she introduced herself as Brigadier General Jay Caroline Furor, Head of the Kanama base, as well as third in command at the central HQ.

Naturally, Heinrich was startled. His opinion on women and military positions was rather clear – It does not fit and thus the man had trouble to compute. For what reason would a woman leave the safety of her household and engage upon the oh so glorified fields of warmongers? A perplexed expression was painted upon the face of Heinrich as he reached out for the hand, standing up while doing so to grasp the hand of the female gently. Bowing his head down and giving a gentleman-like kiss on the back of the hand of the Brigadier General, he then took his seat again in the pink leather couch. Of course, now the choice of color for the couch would make sense. Persuaded by the entire domain of the office, the uniform of a seemingly special ops battalion also hanging in the room and it clearly being that of a female and the fact that the woman so conveniently kept her buttocks in the chair, could not rightfully be declined by Heinrich’s perception, thus he had to accept. ”I must apologize then Fräulein General. A misconception on my part, for I have become used to a different sight of the world – “ – Hint! Hint! It’s that women shouldn’t do a man’s work – ”My name is Warrant Officer Heinrich Johann Hochmann. Newly appointed Head of Power of the Amestrian Militär here in Central HQ. Of course, you must have already known that much. From the fair briefing of the position that I had received I could filter the fact that you held this position of mine at one point as well. But such things aside.. What is the reason that you had called for me today, Fräulein?” Of course it wasn’t exactly the most respectable way to speak to a superior, as in not speaking aloud the rank of the superior in question, but merely stating ‘Fräulein’ which is just Miss in german language, but for Heinrich it was not perceivable as to why a woman would hold any military rank anyway. He could not do a thing against it, he knows his place, but still he can’t let it be just like that and without any sort of display of his discontent with it.

[Jay Furor]

Well then! Of all the things Jay had expected from this interview, such a gentlemanly kissing of the hand wasn't one of them. "My, my, I guess there's still chivalry in the world." To that act of chivalry, Jay couldn't help but grin, as the thought did amuse her a bit; hand-kissery was a thing of knights! And knights generally got a lot of chicks. SO. Jay should don a suit of armor and kiss hands for a living!~ Or actually, not a suit of armor at all. SCREW THE MALE KNIGHTS, SHE COULD RUN AROUND IN A CHAINMAIL BIKINI!~ Ah, but then he spoke up, and Jay listened.

"Ah, no need to apologize, easy mistake, ne?" Her smile across her face, giving off a friendly air, was active at the moment, and it was a smile that people APPARENTLY liked. So, it was utilized for the sake of eh... Brightening the mood or something. Mostly just because Jay was in the mood to smile. Thooooouuugh, what sight of the world had he been referring to? Ah, no matter.

"Well, nice to meet you, Heinrich. And yes, that would be correct; I was Head of Power for oh, I think about six or seven months before I got promoted. And I'm glad you brought that up, because that's why I called you here." With a smile and another draw on her cigar, she took a brief pause before elaborating. "Since I was Head of Power last, and you are currently in that position, I was just interested in how well you'll be managing the position, perhaps offering some advice, going over various stuff. So! As far as that goes, let's start small; how are you liking the job so far?" Easy first question, yay!

[Guest]

She addressed the act of a gentleman as chivalry, the kind of thing which the knights of old are renowned for, but for Heinrich it was just the thing to do if one met a beautiful lady. So we learn that despite Heinrich’s being having the apathetic view on life, he is still well able to decide what is beauty and what is not from his own perspective. One way or another the hand kiss of Heinrich made the female grin, she was obviously amused at that part and appeared to eventually daydream a little. That was until Heinrich had went over his speech patterns and she counter by stating that there was no need to apologize. Of course there was no need, how should Heinrich have known with her Unisex name? Nonetheless, as the hierarchy dictates, the inferior in rank must accommodate his own personality to fit his position. She had smiled, most would say that it is a friendly smile, but Heinrich is just completely oblivious to such things. He was sitting on his seat, his facial expressions unchanging. That serious look on his face is always kept around by him, when on duty anyway and off duty it is mostly his generic expression. He draw in the flavour of the cigar once more as she elaborated how she had been Head of Power for a good duration prior to being promoted. She went on a little more until she ended up at the point for even calling Heinrich into her office today and beginning by questioning the newly appointed Head of Power with how he was liking the job.

Heinrich exhaled the smoke again, a big cloud of smoke covered his face for a little moment, the breath he inhaled then and exhaled caused the smoke to dissipate quickly. Heinrich began to speak, in order to answer the question that was posed at him. ”Well. I cannot say much about the job as of now, for I have only been appointed as of late. A few days in a new job don’t serve well for stating if a job is good or not, but only moments in which the crucial aspects of a job come to the surface, those are the times in which one can truly make a reasonable statement on how a job is. Thus far it has mostly been paperwork though which was necessary to garner a set of subordinates who will thus forth be responsible for a lot of my paperwork. He paused for a moment as he took another draw from the cigar. He adjusted his uniform slightly and then upon exhaling the smoke from the cigar, he spoke once more, this time though it was not a plump statement as usual, but actually a question for the young lady. ”Tell me though, Fräulein, if you may. Does the Head of Power position not also include the sporadic and spontaneous stumbling into other departments of our Military and seeing if things are going according to the rules? Perhaps though I am merely assuming as much and went ahead to interpret too much into the briefing of the job.” With that the older man shut his trap once more, from time to time wiping off the ash from the cigar, only to take another draw from it.

[Csilla Angelis]

{BUMP}

[Jay Furor]

Jay nodded, taking a puff of her cigar. True, so true. She liked the guy! He was pretty straightforward, if a little stick-butted. But that could be taken care of at a later date, of course. FOR NOW, he was... Acceptable. No, no; it was much cooler to say "For now, he was... Adequate." So yes. Adequate. He was adequate... For now.

And upon comprehending his massive blob of serious technobabbly talk, she caught that he was ALREADY passing off paperwork! WHAT A PRO! A real keeper, she had to note, a good thing it was that Spade had appointed him here! HE WAS SO USEFUL, JAY ASSUMED. Anywho, she noted that he had addressed her and was speaking once more.

"Randomly intruding on other departments to keep them in line, eh? Well... Not sure if it already details that or not, though I assume that would be an acceptable task for you to do. Actually, yeah, bursting in on other departments to whip them back in line is generally part of the job. So yeah, you'd get to do that." Ah, the joys of telling someone he has not just PERMISSION to beat others back into their places, but telling him that's part of his job! To be fair, it probably was; Jay wouldn't know, but only because she was less detail-oriented than most, the fine details of the job weren't her style.

[Guest]

Indeed. The General before the man generally referred to as Heinrich Hochmann, which at least for now was the identity he holds and has in turn held for a long time, appeared more qualified than Heinrich would have thought to be justified at first glance. Quite frankly, he had not expected a thing out of the lady before him thus one could easily argue that she did not have to show anything special to pass there, but somehow Heinrich couldn’t shake the feeling that she might not have gained her position due to her sexual assets, in turn implying that she was in her position for the obviously implied actions, but instead that she actually might have earned it through hard work. Not that it was any of Heinrich’s concern as either way he did not have much interest in her, other than the superior/inferior relationship he doubts that he would have too much to do with her. It’s not even that Heinrich exactly likes that, but it’s more that he can’t deal with people at any given time. An obvious obstacle which in turn made him to be a good lone wolf, as one could refer to it.

”Is that so? That’s quite a wonderful bit of information that I have garnered. However, I must inquire whether you have any significant knowledge that is of pleasant necessity to the being that is me in the position which I ever so freely achieved, for if not the I must ask you to excuse me and allow us to let this jovial meeting be continued at another time, at another date, maybe at my office then, Fräulein General?”, the warrant officer spoke ever so naturally, as he then moved on to pass the cigar into his mouth for a last time, making sure to inhale the smoke fully. He would savour the smoke for a good while and would exhale it again with a long, but not actually acoustically recognizable sigh. The smoke would briefly cloak his face for cigars usually tend to have a rather thick smoke that can easily cloak a face for a little bit of time.

[Jay Furor]

Well... Weeeell.... Well, okay then... Uuuhhh... WHY HE SPEAK SO MANY WORDS IN SUCH CONVOLUTED MANNER!? Jay was a tad lost as he spoke, but managed to mentally decipher his words. Y;know. Eventually. To be specific, she had to take a pause for about 5 or 6 seconds after he finished speaking, for the sole purpose of trying to figure out what he'd just said... BAM SHAZAAM KAZAAMIE WOW, she'd figured out what he said! Record timing too.

"Any additional information, eh? Hmm... Well, not anything as of the moment. If you need to know anything else, situationally, stop by any time. If I'm not in, pass the message to Becky, my whip-sla... Erm... Secretary. Yeah, secretary. She could quit at any time, you know.. Uh, anyways, ignore that part. Totally irrelevant, y'know? But yeah, message to Becky if I'm not in, and if I am in, I'll be glad to offer up information or advice." With that, Jay stood up, smiling, and extended a hand to Heinrich. "Well, it was lovely meeting you, Warrant Officer Hochmann, and I hope we can meet again some other time. For now, though, I must bid thee adieu, as I have some business to attend. Help yourself to the rest of the bird and the cigars, if you wish." After shaking his hand, she stepped to the window behind her desk, and opened it, glancing under it to see her car. With little WARNING to Heinrich, she jumped from the window, feet-first, and landed in the driver's seat. SUCCESS. Yelling back up to him, "Right! So, adieu~, she sped off to New Optain to attend to erm... Well, BUSINESS, as usual. Perhaps she'd head to Kanama afterwards...

[EXIT THREAD :3]

[Guest]

Very well. The meeting had ended and that rather pleasantly. In the end the woman spoke a resolving bit of words that indeed fit together in grammatically correct manner inducing the possibility of understanding just what she had desired to speak her mind about. Either way. She then proceeded to jump out of the window, that is after inviting Heinrich to help himself to the rest of the bird and the cigars if he wanted to. Naturally, he nodded to her, shook her hand and then she jumped out of the window, landing in the driver's seat of a car that probably was her own. To Heinrich it wasn't logical to drive oneself if one held a position such as herself, or him for that matter, but alas, anything's allowed as long as it doesn't go against the laws. Heinrich, taking a draw from the cigar that was still glowing in it's aesthetical way, turned around and left the office through the same door he entered and in turn move on about his business.

[Le Exit]

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