Hot water was poured into a teapot, and the smell of nettles reached Evan's nose. He coughed faintly and stepped away a little, leaning against the fridge. Oh, how he did not like that smell. Nettle tea surely wasn't his favorite drink and normally he would avoid it as much as possible.
His fingers slowly slid over his throat as another cough escaped his mouth. However, to hide the fact that he was running fairly low on magic and therefore suffering of a slight cold, he would have to force that tea down. His gaze rested on the teapot for a moment. Then he poured some tea into his cup and inhaled the steam, grimacing when he took the first sip. It would take a long time for him to finish. Then again, he had a lot of time for it. His work was starting late today, around eight. And since his moonometer showed him that he had more than an hour until he had to leave, he would take it slowly. After all, his moonometer was always right.
His free hand reached for the remote-control and switched on the television. The nasal voice of a gnome sounded through the room and was accompanied by a smile shinier than a freshly polished badge. “Good morning Haven City! Accurately right on quarter to eight, Haven City News brings you Hot Topics every morning!”
“D’Arvit!” Evan cursed, coughing instantly. Putting the cup aside, he ran into his bedroom and changed his clothes. Then he dashed towards the entrance door, only to stop once more. “… Ah! The tea.”
He hurried back into the kitchen and lifted the cup, forcing the tea down his throat in one go. A bad decision indeed - not only did it burn him inside, but also provoked his magic to heal him immediately. “… Wonderful. All efforts to none.” A growl escaped him as he hasted out of his apartment.
“Evan Lue, reporting for duty.”
The elf was panting heavily and leaning onto the desk of the secretary. It was not quite evident if he was standing or lying on the table; however, the secretary, a female gnome with a peculiar pair of glasses, did not care.
“Late you are.”
“For the first time in ten years.”
“I know. Thank you.” Evan glared at the secretary. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” The gnome smirked and turned her attention back to the computer. “Anyway, I’ve registered you. You can leave now, can’t you?”
Evan switched on the reflector of his helmet and rolled with his eyes, heading over to his computer. “First check the missions, then head out.” He muttered to himself, going through his messages.
Kefko rustled through his hair, watching his reflection in the mirror. As always he was wearing a sleek smile and had combed his hair backwards. His head was a tad smaller than the one of a normal pixie - however, Kefko didn’t mind. It was much easier to be the superior if you didn’t look like a child, after all. His gaze went on and stopped at his clothing. The necktie was bound properly as his suit was put on neatly.
“My, don’t you look great.” One of his hands rested in the pocket of his trousers as the other lowered the other one. A slight frown appeared over his eyes. “But the necktie…” His eyes narrowed as he leant towards the mirror, placing some of his fingers on the cravat. “It doesn’t fit.” With a swift movement he tore it off and arranged his collar to a rather casual look. “There. Much better.”
He turned around and threw the necktie onto his bed. Normally he would have not done that. Normally he would be heading to Haven Bank and take care of his duties as CEO again. However, today was not a normal day.
He left his apartment and enjoyed the holograms inside the elevator. This was one of his favorite parts of his apartment: The ride with the elevator was like a brief glance at the surface, pure unspoiled - and most importantly, without humans. It was the world as it had been for so long until these despicable humans had taken it over.
For a moment, his smile turned into a hateful grimace. His fingers reached out for the projection of the rustling trees before it vanished and revealed the exit to him. Kefko remained immobile for a second, still seeing the hologram in his mind. Then, he slowly pulled his hand back and curled up his fingers to a fist.
One day. One day the People would repay these humans for everything they had done.
After this moment of reflection Kefko left the elevator and found himself inside the parking lot. There, his chauffeur was already waiting. With a sleek smile he approached him and entered the vehicle. Soon after they were on their way, driving past several buildings. The financier turned on the reflection of the windows and leant into the seat, stroking slowly over the matter. It was only a matter of time until they would arrive…
Something outside the car attracted his attention. It was a small figurine with a purse and a coat. Her face was a lovely as it could be - but Kefko knew that there was more than met the eye with her. He ordered his chauffeur to get close to her, then he let one of the windows slide down and leant forward.
“Why, hello there, Miss.” He said, smiling invitingly. “Can I offer you a ride to the H.A.A.?”
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