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Albert Kettleburn EraAll historical records pertaining to Ministry of Magic RPG under Minister for Magic, Albert Kettleburn [IC January 2081 - December 2086; OOC June 2013 - January 2015]
It had been a while since he had been up here. And last time he had just strode on through to the offices but he figured he better stop at the reception area first. Besides the receptionist would probably know what was required around here better than anyone else anyway.
"Hunter Phillips from maintenance, just up here to check and make sure eveything is in order. If there is anything that needs to be done."
"It's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you are not."
Damon entered into the level's waiting/reception area, feeling slightly overwhelmed since he'd never really visited other departments before. Marina was right behind him and he turned around to look at her as he stepped aside so they weren't in the way. "So...should we just knock at Mr. Bole's door?" Damon asked Marina.
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Marina had walked into the waiting area with Damon on her side. "I think the head of department's office is-" She was telling her colleague. The posters they were to ask permission for were tucked in her magical pouch that hung on her neck. "Let's talk to the receptionist."
Marina walked over to the only lady sitting behind the desk and smiled sweetly, "Excuse me. It's Marina Steward and Damon.." she didn't know his surname! Oopsies, she just went on, "..from the Environmental Protection department. We'd like to see mister Bole to grant his permission about sticking posters on this level about environmental issues that concern our world." Yep, that was it.
Damien had his box under his arm and was wiping at his eyes with the hanky he kept in his pocket. Not because he had cried or anything... he just had some grit or somefink in his eye.
Hearing something about Mr. Bole's door he immediately looked up and smirked. Taking out his wand he vanished his box and then began to twirl said wand between his fingers. "HEY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP HERE? HMMMM? YOU GOT CLEARANCE?" he bellowed at the person... Hehe. GOOD TIMEEEES.
Ooooh posters. Not gonna happpppen. He eyed the two still twirling his wand.
"It's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you are not."
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Originally Posted by Magical Soul
Marina had walked into the waiting area with Damon on her side. "I think the head of department's office is-" She was telling her colleague. The posters they were to ask permission for were tucked in her magical pouch that hung on her neck. "Let's talk to the receptionist."
Marina walked over to the only lady sitting behind the desk and smiled sweetly, "Excuse me. It's Marina Steward and Damon.." she didn't know his surname! Oopsies, she just went on, "..from the Environmental Protection department. We'd like to see mister Bole to grant his permission about sticking posters on this level about environmental issues that concern our world." Yep, that was it.
Damon gave a little nod that that sounded good to him as he watched Marina head over to the receptionist. He was about to follow her when someone practically screamed at them which Damon thought was slightly unnecessary since the waiting area really wasn't all that big.
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Originally Posted by Pinky
Damien had his box under his arm and was wiping at his eyes with the hanky he kept in his pocket. Not because he had cried or anything... he just had some grit or somefink in his eye.
Hearing something about Mr. Bole's door he immediately looked up and smirked. Taking out his wand he vanished his box and then began to twirl said wand between his fingers. "HEY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP HERE? HMMMM? YOU GOT CLEARANCE?" he bellowed at the person... Hehe. GOOD TIMEEEES.
Ooooh posters. Not gonna happpppen. He eyed the two still twirling his wand.
Clearance? They needed clearance to enter the waiting area of different departments? "Well...we're here from the Environmental Department to speak with Mr. Bole....as for having clearance here I'm not exactly sure..." Damon shot a look to Marina, thinking maybe she would have a better idea how to answer the man.
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'Cause there's always time for second guesses, I don't wanna know
If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I wanna go
Damien had his box under his arm and was wiping at his eyes with the hanky he kept in his pocket. Not because he had cried or anything... he just had some grit or somefink in his eye.
Hearing something about Mr. Bole's door he immediately looked up and smirked. Taking out his wand he vanished his box and then began to twirl said wand between his fingers. "HEY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP HERE? HMMMM? YOU GOT CLEARANCE?" he bellowed at the person... Hehe. GOOD TIMEEEES.
Ooooh posters. Not gonna happpppen. He eyed the two still twirling his wand.
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Originally Posted by Wonderstruck
Damon gave a little nod that that sounded good to him as he watched Marina head over to the receptionist. He was about to follow her when someone practically screamed at them which Damon thought was slightly unnecessary since the waiting area really wasn't all that big.
Clearance? They needed clearance to enter the waiting area of different departments? "Well...we're here from the Environmental Department to speak with Mr. Bole....as for having clearance here I'm not exactly sure..." Damon shot a look to Marina, thinking maybe she would have a better idea how to answer the man.
Marina jumped, literally, and her hand clasped to her chest as she let out a small sigh. It wasn't the lady behind the desk that spoke, it was the man who was bellowing at them. The woman frowned at him and listened to what Damon had said to him. Not very confident answer.
"We are in the reception area, sir. I think this is the place we get clearance to meet mister Bole. Care tell us who you might be?" He wasn't the one in charge in here, right? Because that'd be... bye-bye to their chance of sticking their beautiful posters around here.
Nope. Not gonna happen. Heh. "I need to see your Ministry IDs and your wands, now. And the posters need to be inspected for any... funny business." Yep he said this sternly to them as he made his way to the counter where Muriel stood behind it smirking. Hehehe. Come on kiddies... lemme see everything. Now.
Looking at the other... person he raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Clearly I am a member of the Magical Law Enforcement Department..." he trailed off and gave a snort. "Head Auror to be exact and I will decide if you get to speak to Evander or not. SO please do as I have asked and then perhaps I will call for him." HEHEHE. He tapped the side of his cheek with his wand and WAITED. He would call for Evander alright. Hehehe. Van would LOOOOOOOVE this.
Shrugging, Marina took her wand out of her coat pocket and then the Ministry ID was in her other hand, she walked lazily to the man who went over to that reception lady. "Accio posters." Muttering into the pouch, a pile of a hundred posters or so flew out of the thing and scattered on the desk before them, forming a messy pile. Heh. That was a nice cute scene. Marina, then, placed her wand and Minsitry ID on top of the pile in front of the man.
"It's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you are not."
Text Cut: Marina and the Evil Head Auror
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Originally Posted by Magical Soul
Text Cut: Evil man & Damon
Marina jumped, literally, and her hand clasped to her chest as she let out a small sigh. It wasn't the lady behind the desk that spoke, it was the man who was bellowing at them. The woman frowned at him and listened to what Damon had said to him. Not very confident answer.
"We are in the reception area, sir. I think this is the place we get clearance to meet mister Bole. Care tell us who you might be?" He wasn't the one in charge in here, right? Because that'd be... bye-bye to their chance of sticking their beautiful posters around here.
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Originally Posted by Pinky
Nope. Not gonna happen. Heh. "I need to see your Ministry IDs and your wands, now. And the posters need to be inspected for any... funny business." Yep he said this sternly to them as he made his way to the counter where Muriel stood behind it smirking. Hehehe. Come on kiddies... lemme see everything. Now.
Looking at the other... person he raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Clearly I am a member of the Magical Law Enforcement Department..." he trailed off and gave a snort. "Head Auror to be exact and I will decide if you get to speak to Evander or not. SO please do as I have asked and then perhaps I will call for him." HEHEHE. He tapped the side of his cheek with his wand and WAITED. He would call for Evander alright. Hehehe. Van would LOOOOOOOVE this.
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Originally Posted by Magical Soul
Shrugging, Marina took her wand out of her coat pocket and then the Ministry ID was in her other hand, she walked lazily to the man who went over to that reception lady. "Accio posters." Muttering into the pouch, a pile of a hundred posters or so flew out of the thing and scattered on the desk before them, forming a messy pile. Heh. That was a nice cute scene. Marina, then, placed her wand and Minsitry ID on top of the pile in front of the man.
What funny business would a poster have? Mm?
Pffft, paranoid employees.
Damon eyed the man. He needed to see his wand? It wasn't that Damon didn't trust the other departments in the ministry, he did, he just wasn't sure how he felt about openly giving his wand over to someone. However once the man told Marina who he was and Marina plopped down her ID and her wand on top of the posters Damon thought maybe it would be alright....of course, he was still hesitant.
Taking the couple of steps needed Damon closed the gap between him and the others, holding out his ID so that the man could inspect it. With his other hand Damon reached into his jacket and pulled out his wand, showing it to the man but keeping it in his hand. Damon knew that they were protective here and all but something just seemed...well...off.
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If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I wanna go
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It was no coincidence that Evander chose that moment to wander through the reception area. Usually when Damien shouted, whatever it was was either interesting or amusing so it was always worth checking out. Not that Evander announced himself. He just casually found a bit of wall to lean against, gave good ol' Muriel a nod, and inspected the visitors with a mild sort of curiosity.
He watched as one of them dumped a whole lot of posters on the front desk and... who in their right mind put there wand down? Really? Clearly they weren't from HIS department. Or Mysteries for that matter. Van had never known an unspeakable to put their wand aside. At least the other didn't give his up.
Perhaps he ought to say something before Damien got himself all excited? He had a mental image of the man ripping the posters -whatever they were- into strips and then gluing them all over these people mummy style.
Probably knowing Damien there'd also be fire. And then he'd explain it as a training exercise.
Obviously this made perfect sense.
Evander cleared his throat.
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"It's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you are not."
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It was no coincidence that Evander chose that moment to wander through the reception area. Usually when Damien shouted, whatever it was was either interesting or amusing so it was always worth checking out. Not that Evander announced himself. He just casually found a bit of wall to lean against, gave good ol' Muriel a nod, and inspected the visitors with a mild sort of curiosity.
He watched as one of them dumped a whole lot of posters on the front desk and... who in their right mind put there wand down? Really? Clearly they weren't from HIS department. Or Mysteries for that matter. Van had never known an unspeakable to put their wand aside. At least the other didn't give his up.
Perhaps he ought to say something before Damien got himself all excited? He had a mental image of the man ripping the posters -whatever they were- into strips and then gluing them all over these people mummy style.
Probably knowing Damien there'd also be fire. And then he'd explain it as a training exercise.
Obviously this made perfect sense.
Evander cleared his throat.
Damon was still holding onto his wand and his ID when he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. At first Damon thought it might be the secretary, but honesty the throat clearing sounded a bit too deep to be a woman's. It was when Damon was bringing his eyes back to Marina and the Auror that Damon spotted the man leaning against the wall. He had never seen Mr. Bole before, but given his demeanor he figured the man must be the head of the Department.
Damon wasn't sure whether or not it was appropriate to address the man, but he did shift his position so that he was facing the Department Head. Reaching out he gave Marina's arm a little push so that she too would be aware that the man was here.
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'Cause there's always time for second guesses, I don't wanna know
If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I wanna go
Duuuuuuuuuude. WHAT THE HELL?! Oh dear me... this was NOT going to end well for the little tree huggers. As SOON as all those posters hit Muriel's desk thus scattering her things about Damien's head nearly exploded. Snatching the witches' wand and badge he tossed them to the floor and then commenced to levitating the posters and causing them to swirl about in a tornado like wind. "You WILL show respect to all of our employees here no matter WHAT you think of us. Apologize to Muriel for so RUDELY..." he trailed off when he heard Evander clear his throat. Poo.
Still swirling the posters he called out, "Hey Chief, these tree hugging, rude little things wish to have a word with you." he said with the humor clear in his voice. With a slight flick of his wand he sent one of the ridiculous posters floating to Van so he could see it clearly.
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Isobel need a coffee. And not the bad office coffee. Good Coffee that would keep her awake. So she was going to head out to Diagon Alley, grab a coffee, and then meander back up to the offices. She really did need to start bringing one into office when she got here. It would be much more proactive. Hmm. But as she wandered towards the reception there seemed to be a little thing going on. Well she had heard Damien. Who didn't here that guy when he was shouting? And Evander was here now. Interesting. Well she certainly was not going to get a coffee any longer. The blonde auror wandered up, and stood beside her boss, watching what was going on.
Posters? Interesting. Isobel some how had a feeling that those posters would not be appearing on the walls of the department any time soon.
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He. Did. Not. Just. Throw. Her. POSTERS into the air!!! He threw the wand and the badge too but that was just... they were slightly less important at the moment. Marina's face stayed blank despite the man's BIG show and she glanced sideways at their 'chief'. Heh.
Back to the tornado man. She looked into his eyes and talked quietly, "I wasn't rude. You wanted to see the posters. We have a hundred copy of them. If I kept any in here, you'd claim I hid something and make a fuss...like this." With her thump, she pointed at the tornado above their heads.
"Now, I will apologize to your employee if I get my wand and badge back." An apology would be great but she did not care, really.
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"Lovely." Van responded, his voice gone to gravel. He approached. Tree hugging? Environment then. That explained the D-Man's reaction.
"Muriel, go get a coffee, love." He suggested kindly to the receptionist and then turned his attention to the Environmental employees.
He eyed the posters, picking one up and examining it closely.
...
As he looked at it, he levitated the envirowitch's badge and wand, and handed them to her, without drawing on his own wand which was still safely holstered.
He flicked his eyes up and examined the two visitors, and generally ignored the poster tornado above their heads.
"What can I help you with?"
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love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope
be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you
"It's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you are not."
Damon's attention had been fixed pretty solidly on their department head, but when that head auror started raising his voice again Damon's attention was returned completely to him.
Damon could not stop the annoyed look from playing across his face as the man sent all of their posters flying, including chucking Marina's wand and badge across the floor. Damon opened his mouth to say something, but Marina beat him to the chase.
"Did you really need to throw her things around like that?" Damon asked, still staring at the man with a stone cold expression. "We certainly didn't mean any offense...you asked to see the posters so she was showing you the posters."
However at that moment the department head approached them, levitating Marina's wand and badge back to her before asking what he could help them with. At least he was courteous unlike his over zealous head auror.
"We are with the Environmental Department and we were wondering if we could have permission to hang our posters promoting nature and being green in your Department," Damon asked respectively.
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'Cause there's always time for second guesses, I don't wanna know
If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I wanna go
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Having heard his best friend shouting, even from within the offices, it didn't take Jaxton long to stride through to the reception area. After all, he wouldn't leave his best friend if he was in danger. Ever. Okay, maybe if he wasn't there to know he was in trouble... but if he did get catch news of it, he would be at his side almost instantly.
Moving through the archway, he noted that Van was simply watching - letting Damien have his fun. So, with a funny smirk on his face and a glint in his eyes he simply stood slightly behind Evander, although he tipped his head respectfully in his boss' direction. He stood behind him, arms crossed mimicking a muggle body-guard.
What? He couldn't have fun with his stature? Pfft.
As Damien started to shout again, Jax noted the posters on the desk and raised an eyebrow. As Van moved closer, he stayed put and smirked a little at his best friend's back. Tree huggers using posters (aka PAPER) for advertisment. He couldn't help the snort, roll of his eyes and short burst of laughter at his thoughts.
Shutting up, he waited for Damien and Van to talk to the Environmental ... hippies...
Damien wanted to give that witch a piece of his mind... She WAS rude to Muriel. Look at the state of his favorite receptionists desk. Stupid card carrying cult enthusiasts made his blood boil. And yes, he was making the assumption that they were indeed little minions. MHM.
He left the tornado going... he would really like to set fire to them and rain down the ash on their heads. He would BEHAVE... perhaps. Although... he was on his way out for a leave of absence. Hehehe.
He glanced at Van and gave him a look that CLEARLY asked if he could harass them some more. PLEAAAAASE LEMME HAVE SOME FUN.
Hearing the other one speak he quirked a brow and said, "I reckon it was necessary... me throwing things, that is. Her smirkiness at my request and making a mess of dear Muriel's desk was NOT necessary." He gave a shrug. He was crazy. Everyone knew it. He OWNED it. He would throw things at this one too... Hehe.
FINALLY! Someone was sane enough in this... crowded room to return her stuff from the floor. Marina tucked her ID into her pocket and kept her wand in hand. Just in case. With a courtesy she faced Bole, "Thank you, sir." Back to the old lady, "I am sorry to messy up your desk. I was going to tidy it up once I'm finished." Refraining from shooting the tornado man a piercing look.
Damon explained and Marina didn't need to talk any further, partly because it was really nothing more than that and partly because the employees were getting out from their... lairs or wherever they work in. An uncomfortable feeling started to blossom in the lady's chest and instinctively she took a step closer to her fellow commissioner.
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Tornado of patients. That was so typically Damien, and Isobel found it quite amusing. A part of her did feel a bit sorry for these visitors too though. She had a feeling that they would not be coming back up to there level after this. She remained in her positon, watching as Evander approached the two visitors. They didn't seem happy with what Damien too, which was quite interesting too. The thing was, Damien was just being Damien, and it was pretty entertaining to be honest. She was definetly going to miss him around the office.
Isobel was pretty sure though, that these posters were going to have no affect on the employees on this level at all. She was sure that they had plenty of other things to be considering, and doing, that were a bit more important than being green.
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It's the end of the show. Of the historemix. We switched up the flow. And we changed the prefix
But we want to say. Before we drop the curtain. Nothing is for sure. Nothing is for certain
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... uh huh.
Van held a finger up, indicating that Damien should wait.... just a moment and his eyes flicked to Izzy and Jax before settling on the Envirowizard who had just spoken.
"Tell me -what were your names?" He looked between the two of them and continued, "Why in sweet circe I'd hang cult propaganda in my department? Or had you not noticed the bloody inverted Ministry symbol and the ridiculous..." He trailed off and read it in a flat tone, "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" THAT Sounded like a DIRECT dig at them. It did. Who will guard the guards themselves? Bite me, D'Isigny. Bite me, Gevrik, Bite me, Borr.
"Or maybe you had noticed and you thought you'd just slip it on by? Is the Cult's hold on your department so complete then or are they just branching out and claiming ownership of their own creation?" Because thats what the Environment department were. He wasn't against the establishment of such a department, but he was bloody well against the Cult and if they stood for it, then he stood against them.
He looked at Damien then. "Put the posters down. They won't be going up here." Oh no.
"I don't have a problem doing our part for the environment, but I do have a problem with this." He tapped the symbol and carefully placed the bloody poster down on the front desk. "Was there anything else I could help you with?"
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Elinor could hear the shouting from all the way in her lab, and startled her enough that she rushed out without bothering to remove her coat or put away her own equipment. At first she thought there was a fight in the reception area, but after she rounded the corner and hesitated, she discovered it was nothing more than Mister Bole. ...Being Mister Bole.
She listened for a few moments, as she was good at doing. Oh. Visitors from ERP? Come to put up posters? About the environment? In MLE? Every part of this had "hilarious" and "crazy" written all over it. The woman wasn't one to get involved in office politics, but had been present during plenty of conversations to know that MLE didn't get along with many other departments. And Mister Bole... Well, he didn't get along with nearly anyone.
The lab supervisor MIGHT have returned to her lab when her department head appeared... but she was still curious, and for good reason. Let's call it "concern for co-worker safety"
...But in her heart, Elinor knew she was being nosy. She was rarely nosy anymore-- She needed a good poke into other people's business now and again. And this was as good a time as any.
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"But of course," Damien said with a glint in his eye. Dropping his wand the posters began to rain down on the Hippie's heads. They had made a mess of his lovely Muriel's desk... they could clean up the posters, too. HMPH.
"You never let me have any fun," Damien muttered morosely.
He then EYED the cult nonsense and the two responsible for bringing the mess up there... Well they wanted answers. Damien leaned on the counter once more and waited. He was REALLY hoping he would have to man handle someone. Would make for a pleasant going away. Heh.
Blink, blink. Was he..serious? cult propaganda? Posters about the environment were cult propaganda? Marina had the urge to laugh. Did they have to take everything so serious and... critical? She was about to answer his 'why' because really, it was very clear in her mind but the man didn't seem to be discussing the matter rather than 'shooing them away'.
Then..it was raining. POSTERS. Marin gasped in surprise and shot a look at the tornado man. She was NOT going to clean HIS mess. Nu uh. Turning her head back to the chief she spoke, "No, thank you, sir. You made your point clear." But this was not the end. "However.." Her voice had this sharp tone to it now, "I'd like to get my posters the way they were before being tossed up in the air and then down to the floor." And she didn't care about this cult nonsense. The Environment was in danger for crying out loud! Someone must have common sense in this room.
Damien snorted and pushed off of the counter. Turning to Van he said, "Alright, Chief. See you when I get back. Keep me posted..." He then patted his friend on the shoulder and levitated his box back to him. Wandlessly that is. Hehe. If Van was showing off, then Damien would, too.
Turning back to the woman he smiled sickly sweet at her and said, "Tough luck about them cult posters, lady. Sorry that one got so wrinkled and such." He stepped on one as he said it and twisted his foot a tad. Heh. Shrugging slightly he motioned for Jax with his head. Come on let's go... hang out or something. Turning to look at Van he clearly conveyed to him that he was welcome to come along. He wouldn't mind grabbing a drink with the two of them before he made his way back to Gem... and then away for a while.