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[h2][color=red]Akane Yurei[/color][/h2]

Direct interaction with: [sub]surprise![/sub] [@Lonewolf685][/center]

After the initial surprise wore off, Akane composed a professional smile and nodded along to the woman's babbling. Yikes, the suits were after Yashiro again. This wasn't the first time they'd tried to replaced her. Won't be the last either. She was just too good at her job, and she kept her nose clean with pristine disinterest. Actually, that last reason was probably the real reason. Nobody had figured out a way to bribe, blackmail, or seduce the Commander yet. Not even Akane herself. This pink bit of fluff on the other hand...

[quote][color=pink]"...A credit to the forces in the field, your self included."[/color][/quote]

[color=ed1c24]"Oh, my. Thank you, but, I'm nothing specials, really. Just a paper tiger. Good with a pen and little else."[/color] She said, blushing.

[quote][color=pink]"I think I shall greatly enjoy my time here, Akane-chan, though don't let my personal gratification hinder you from your business. I imagine you wanted to give a report? I will have proper furnishings soon, but till then, my personal troops are an acceptable substitute. Now please, regail me with your report."[/color]
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Soldiers were not furniture. But in this woman's mind they might as well be. It was immediately clear she was dealing with a tyrant, and a petty one. It would be best to play along.

She reacted the appropriate levels of confusion, realization, and slight disgust to the display, but added in a bit of apathy. She shrugged, [color=ed1c24]"Oh, how kind of you, Mrs. McNair. I've been on my feet aaall day."[/color] She regarded the "chair", as she walked over and memorized his appearance.

The unfortunate soldier heard a very quiet whisper in his ear, [color=red]"My apologies."[/color], before-- "Oof!" --a surprising amount of weight for such a small woman was placed on his back. He let out a grunt of effort. The crushing pressure lessened a bit as she used her legs to subtly take some of her weight. 

To all appearances, the commander had sat on the soldier without hesitation, crossing her legs in a very lady-like manner. [color=red]"O.K.!~ Now, where should I begin...? Oh, wait!"[/color] She plopped her fist into her palm and leaned forward. [color=red]"Tea! I've got some lovely matcha tea back in my room, why don't we have a cup while we talk! My throat can get all dry and itchy during these long reports. Would you care for some? No? All right then."[/color] And she gave the report, clean and short, passing off the conflicting orders as 'a minor miscommunication'. She summarized with a quick report of casualties and damages. By the end of it, the arms of her 'seat' were shaking.