[center][h1][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5305046][color=76c0f0]Lucretia von Königsmähne[/color][/url][/h1]
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Staying up throughout the night after a long tiring day, locked in the same standing position, and [i]then[/i] having a huge emotional outburst by the end of it obviously took a toll on Lucretia's body. The German Polymath wasn't an Egoist or anything, the complete opposite in fact, a dainty flower whose genes clearly overspecialized in the intelligence department much to the detriment of her mental and physical developments. As a result, she woke up well into the afternoon, sleeping for over eight hours since the early morning. 

[color=76c0f0][b]"N-nnngh..."[/b][/color] Pale eyelids fluttered open to reveal groggy green irises, her head felt fuzzy as if she had been sedated instead of a normal slumber. The low hum of Schwarzritter droned in her ears, providing her with some amount of comfort as Lucy propped herself up then yawned, stretching her arms and back, a-... aaah... she felt them pop, pain followed, but it's [i]good[/i] pain. With a frustrated sigh, Lucy surveyed the room to see her roommate not present, Valeriya had likely already began with her day ages ago, and then the damaged door leading to one of the studies, the one Schwarzritter smashed open when it beelined toward her upon her own command. [color=76c0f0][b]"Sigh..."[/b][/color] Right, better get to work then.

Moments later, Lucy finished her [s]morning[/s] afternoon routine and repaired the study door, easily accomplished with her sheer prodigious expertise at technologism. That done, she went out to grab herself a quick bite at the nearest cafeteria, then went to the post office to check her correspondences. It was there that she found out that her patron was still working on her previous request, but in the meantime, they had another assignment for her. This one was... [color=76c0f0][i]Hmmm... I see...[/i][/color] She very much personally agreed on the importance of this task, it's for the good of all. However, she wasn't going to work on that right away for she had a personal matter to settle first. 

Using one of the public phones at the post office, she dialed the number of Bermuda's Student Services, hailed the Operator, introduced herself, then immediately went to her request after said operator asked if they could help with anything, [color=76c0f0][b]"Tell Mr. Sukoro Jinga that I, Lucretia von Konigsmahne, [i]demands[/i] an audience with him. A S A P."[/b][/color] She enunciated, perhaps with a bit more gusto than her usual.

[b]"Of course, Miss von Konigsmahne,"[/b] chirped the operator. [b]"It'll just be a moment."[/b]

With that, some relaxing piano music played over the phone as Lucretia was put on hold...for a full minute. When the line was reconnected, the German noble found herself speaking to the same operator once more. [b]"My apologies, but Mr. Jinga is unavailable at the moment. Would you like to arrange for a message to be sent to his residence instead?"[/b]

Lucretia's eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the answer, no, not at being put on hold, that was a given considering the Operator had to contact the other end. It was her specific answer to Lucy's [s]request[/s] demand that displeased the silver-haired polymath. She thought of barking back at the Operator, but - in her calmer state of mind - realized that it'd be a futile endeavor. The Operator was just doing their job, nothing less, nothing more. 

[color=76c0f0][b]"Of course, but first, where is this residence specifically? I need to know the exact location if I wish to send messages for convenience."[/b][/color] Who knew if she wanted to exchange letters afterward, ja?

[b]"Ah,"[/b] the operator said, perhaps not picking up what Lucretia was putting down, [b]"There's no need to worry about properly addressing your letter, Miss Konigsmahne. The name alone is sufficient for ensuring that it's delivered correctly."[/b]

Either this Operator was as dense as Schwarzritter's bulk or intentionally obtuse, but either way, she was starting to annoy Lucy. The white-haired girl perceived that she was going nowhere with this and a new path must be taken should she wish to know where exactly Sukoro Jinga lived. Nothing was going to get in the way between her and her answers! Should she hang up now? Sigh... perhaps another try was in order, just one more try. [color=76c0f0][b]"Relinquish me his address, now."[/b][/color]

[b]"If you'd like to request Mr. Jinga's address, Miss Konigsmahne, you may send him a message asking as such,"[/b] replied the operator, unfazed and chirper. [b]"Unfortunately, we can't do it ourselves. It's a matter of student privacy, you understand."[/b]

[color=76c0f0][b]"..."[/b][/color] An utterly unamused flat expression graced the petite polymath's face as she failed in intimidating the operator, perhaps it could've been accomplished easier had they were face-to-face, she could use Schwarzritter's size and the implication of what it could do with its size to... persuade this insufferable employee. [color=76c0f0][b]"Understood."[/b][/color] She immediately hung up, pushing the operator and their (lack of) usefulness into the figurative dumpster of her mental storage. 

Simply sending a message would take too long as she desired to meet Sukoro [i]now.[/i] This couldn't be delayed, the sanctity of her mind demands it! Hmmm... perhaps the student body would be more... flexible in such matters. Nodding to herself, Lucy made her way out of the post office and into one of the many bistros of Bermuda, particularly a popular one for efficiency and ease of access to as many students as possible.