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justicereigns) wrote2009-12-29 04:02 pm
justicereigns) wrote2009-12-29 04:02 pm
Entry tags:
ooc: Finished log of silly + serious
Who: Smoker & Sengoku
Why: Because flagrantly breaking laws has consequences.
When: Sengoku shows up on the 29th and chews Smoker out
What: Being scolded~~ And Smoker doesn't get to ask about the goat but DAMN he wants to <33 // Second cut now has a picture!!! Of absolute retarded CRACK XD
Where: Smoker's office on the Lady Justice
Rating: PG FOR LULZ
Any extra warnings: We did this purely lazy style and then realized it needed to be shown so... yeah. Anyways, don't take it too seriously, Sengoku's just been stalking EVERYTHING Smoker has said for a while without once approaching him. It was inevitable.
Smoker: Oh shi-- Well hey there fleet admiral :|
Smoker: *scoots towards door*
Sengoku: *pointed look* Commodore. I need to have a word with you about several matters.
Smoker: *grunts and sits down, gritting teeth hard* What about?
Sengoku: Firstly, the matter of your paperwork. :|
Smoker: *annoyed expression* Fuck the paperwork.
Sengoku: *closes eyes and pinches bridge of nose, obviously annoyed* Commodore, the paperwork is useful to us. It is not, however, useful when one's report consists of stick-figure doodles of the subject event, complete with labels such as - *he glances at the paper he's holding* - 'The enemy. About to be stabbed'.
Smoker: *STARE* I haven't drawn stick figures since I was 6. :|
Sengoku: .... Then who's been submitting your reports?
Smoker: Let me see that *holds out a hand*
Sengoku: *holds it out, face expressionless*
Smoker: *glances down it and completely deadpans* I've never seen this before in my life. Clearly someone is hacking the files between seagulls.
Sengoku: *still expressionless* I see. So you didn't write the, ah, epic report that's currently being handed around at Mariejois, entitled 'Why Strawhat Luffy is My Hero and I Will Marry Him One Day'?
Smoker: *BRIGHT RED* OF COURSE NOT YOU IDIOT!
Sengoku: *smirks just a teeny bit* Yes, we thought that one might not have been you. Despite having the word 'JUSTICE' liberally splattered every few words. In any case, I might remind you that these things probably wouldn't happen if you actually did your paperwork.
Smoker: *grumbles softly* Fuck the paperwork. *louder* FINE. >:|
Sengoku: *a hint of smugness to his face, but his tone remains casual* Good. I'll expect the weekly report from you soon, then. Directly to me, if you please, Commodore. And I'm afraid I must refuse your request, despite repeated iterations. I will not, in fact, fuck the paper work. Good day. *salutes, smirking now, before turning to leave*
Smoker: *grinds teeth and stops him at the door* Fleet Admiral you said that was the first. Implying there was more than one?
Sengoku: *the smirk widens slightly, as he turns* Oh, don't worry about that, Commodore. Considering your new resolution to follow proper protocol, I don't believe we have to worry about the second matter. I'll save that little chat for your Ensign.
Smoker: *growls* Anything you have to say to Tashigi you can say to me.
Sengoku: I do hope you're not demanding something of the Fleet Admiral, Commodore. Because that's what it sounded like. *arches eyebrow*
Smoker: *bows head with a hint of a blush, tone conveying volumes of failed attempts at respect* Of course not Fleet Admiral. Wouldn't dream of it. I merely meant that as her commanding officer any problems I should be made aware of while we have the opportunity. *chomps cigars hard*
Sengoku: How odd. And there I was, thinking you were aware of her communications with known criminals. Of course, I don't have to look far to see just whom she might be emulating... *his expression is blank again, just staring at Smoker, and the air seems a little chillier*
Smoker: *glares back, eyes flinty* She's trying to lure Rayleigh Silvers into a trap. Foolish yes, and I'm not about to pretend it's not reckless but don't for a second think Tashigi would commit treason against the marines. I told her not to send in a file for it since she stands no chance of success right now.
Sengoku: *his mouth smiles a little, but his eyes remain hard* How odd that you didn't at least feel the need to alert a senior officer to this fact. Considering that all interactions with such notorious pirates as the Dark King must be reported, and any such traps need to be acknowledged by two senior officers who aren't aboard the plotter's ship... hmm. Another breach of protocol, it seems. There's rather a lot of that around here, isn't there. *the fake-smile drops* That doesn't explain your numerous indiscretions, Commodore.
Smoker: *crosses arms irritably* And which would those be Fleet Admiral? *almost manages to make it sound derogatory.*
Sengoku: Oh, members of various crews - unless someone merely set up a fake account to look like you, it seems you're making quite a number of contacts. *stares pointedly* You're useful, Commodore. Competent and resistant to corruption - that's not a combination common enough that I feel the urge to be rid of you just yet. But you should know you're treading on thin ice, and you may well wish to take a few steps back onto dry land. You are being watched. As are your crew. Dismissed, Commodore. *and without bothering to salute this time, he strides out*
Why: Because flagrantly breaking laws has consequences.
When: Sengoku shows up on the 29th and chews Smoker out
What: Being scolded~~ And Smoker doesn't get to ask about the goat but DAMN he wants to <33 // Second cut now has a picture!!! Of absolute retarded CRACK XD
Where: Smoker's office on the Lady Justice
Rating: PG FOR LULZ
Any extra warnings: We did this purely lazy style and then realized it needed to be shown so... yeah. Anyways, don't take it too seriously, Sengoku's just been stalking EVERYTHING Smoker has said for a while without once approaching him. It was inevitable.
Smoker: Oh shi-- Well hey there fleet admiral :|
Smoker: *scoots towards door*
Sengoku: *pointed look* Commodore. I need to have a word with you about several matters.
Smoker: *grunts and sits down, gritting teeth hard* What about?
Sengoku: Firstly, the matter of your paperwork. :|
Smoker: *annoyed expression* Fuck the paperwork.
Sengoku: *closes eyes and pinches bridge of nose, obviously annoyed* Commodore, the paperwork is useful to us. It is not, however, useful when one's report consists of stick-figure doodles of the subject event, complete with labels such as - *he glances at the paper he's holding* - 'The enemy. About to be stabbed'.
Smoker: *STARE* I haven't drawn stick figures since I was 6. :|
Sengoku: .... Then who's been submitting your reports?
Smoker: Let me see that *holds out a hand*
Sengoku: *holds it out, face expressionless*
Smoker: *glances down it and completely deadpans* I've never seen this before in my life. Clearly someone is hacking the files between seagulls.
Sengoku: *still expressionless* I see. So you didn't write the, ah, epic report that's currently being handed around at Mariejois, entitled 'Why Strawhat Luffy is My Hero and I Will Marry Him One Day'?
Smoker: *BRIGHT RED* OF COURSE NOT YOU IDIOT!
Sengoku: *smirks just a teeny bit* Yes, we thought that one might not have been you. Despite having the word 'JUSTICE' liberally splattered every few words. In any case, I might remind you that these things probably wouldn't happen if you actually did your paperwork.
Smoker: *grumbles softly* Fuck the paperwork. *louder* FINE. >:|
Sengoku: *a hint of smugness to his face, but his tone remains casual* Good. I'll expect the weekly report from you soon, then. Directly to me, if you please, Commodore. And I'm afraid I must refuse your request, despite repeated iterations. I will not, in fact, fuck the paper work. Good day. *salutes, smirking now, before turning to leave*
Smoker: *grinds teeth and stops him at the door* Fleet Admiral you said that was the first. Implying there was more than one?
Sengoku: *the smirk widens slightly, as he turns* Oh, don't worry about that, Commodore. Considering your new resolution to follow proper protocol, I don't believe we have to worry about the second matter. I'll save that little chat for your Ensign.
Smoker: *growls* Anything you have to say to Tashigi you can say to me.
Sengoku: I do hope you're not demanding something of the Fleet Admiral, Commodore. Because that's what it sounded like. *arches eyebrow*
Smoker: *bows head with a hint of a blush, tone conveying volumes of failed attempts at respect* Of course not Fleet Admiral. Wouldn't dream of it. I merely meant that as her commanding officer any problems I should be made aware of while we have the opportunity. *chomps cigars hard*
Sengoku: How odd. And there I was, thinking you were aware of her communications with known criminals. Of course, I don't have to look far to see just whom she might be emulating... *his expression is blank again, just staring at Smoker, and the air seems a little chillier*
Smoker: *glares back, eyes flinty* She's trying to lure Rayleigh Silvers into a trap. Foolish yes, and I'm not about to pretend it's not reckless but don't for a second think Tashigi would commit treason against the marines. I told her not to send in a file for it since she stands no chance of success right now.
Sengoku: *his mouth smiles a little, but his eyes remain hard* How odd that you didn't at least feel the need to alert a senior officer to this fact. Considering that all interactions with such notorious pirates as the Dark King must be reported, and any such traps need to be acknowledged by two senior officers who aren't aboard the plotter's ship... hmm. Another breach of protocol, it seems. There's rather a lot of that around here, isn't there. *the fake-smile drops* That doesn't explain your numerous indiscretions, Commodore.
Smoker: *crosses arms irritably* And which would those be Fleet Admiral? *almost manages to make it sound derogatory.*
Sengoku: Oh, members of various crews - unless someone merely set up a fake account to look like you, it seems you're making quite a number of contacts. *stares pointedly* You're useful, Commodore. Competent and resistant to corruption - that's not a combination common enough that I feel the urge to be rid of you just yet. But you should know you're treading on thin ice, and you may well wish to take a few steps back onto dry land. You are being watched. As are your crew. Dismissed, Commodore. *and without bothering to salute this time, he strides out*
