[Ministry] Eh uh what?

[lachlyn]

The sun was high in the sky, the beams blaring down on Logan as he lay in his swimming shorts on a deck chair somewhere in the Caribbean. His sunglasses blocking out the rays to his eyes, but were surely going to leave a mark if he didnt do something about it soon. He could hear the ocean waves, the sound of chatter and children playing in the sand. He didnt have a care in the world, no work, no blasted Azrael to muck his jobs up, no more all nighters either. A coctail was in his hand as he relaxed with a female talking to him who, for the life of him, he couldnt remember the name of. Though like that mattered much, he didnt need to know her name now did he?

Flipping over and resting his head on his arms, closing his eyes and feeling the warmth of the Sun, this certainly beat London. Feeling the weight shift from the deck chair, he realised the nameless girl sat on his back, he felt his back crack too, which was satisfying. Though he felt something ice cold and gave a startled yelp, to which the woman replied, "Its only sun cream, unless you want to look like a lobster?" Resting his head back down, he heard the chair creak, and suddenly it broke...

"Arghh!"

Lachlyn jumped up, well, his head shot up anyway. A piece of parchment fell lazily off his forehead, obviously it had gotten stuck there when he fell asleep. Typical, sleeping on the job this was so like him. "Whydmechairbreak?" He asked groggily, though feeling around him he realised his chair wasnt broken at all. "Chair.. still here." Yawning he smiled to himself, "Jolly good." Putting his arms back on the desk, shuffling forward to make him more comfortable, Logan's eyes drifted closed again. Though, as he was falling into the dream world once more, something else disturbed him.

SMACK!

"Arghh, we're under attack, everyone under the tay-oh hi boss." Logan rubbed his eyes and looked at his boss, who was stood there with his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed and looking, well, rather annoyed if he was truthful. "I swear I wasnt sleeping. I was mastering the Muggle Ability of uh... Sensing a... Uh." Logan's boss raised his eyebrows and Logan sighed, knowing full well this argument would not go in his favour so why was he trying. "So.. What can I do you for?" Quickly shaking his head, the groggyness was seriously getting to him now, "Do for you, even." Once more, another smack came pelleting down on his desk, making Lachlyn jump a little bit backwards as the big bossman threw a file at him. Picking the file up, he opened it and looked inside. It was a record of past jobs Logan had been on, he obviously had to file these somewhere. He thought he had done it already, how did they end up with the boss anyway. "Uh. Thanks, sir" Standing up he went over to the filing cabinet and began putting things in the right places, "Mr Dewsber... Daniels, Leygan..." He began muttering names of everyone he had been ordered to 'cut down' or 'cut out'. "Mr Lachlyn." Came the boss' voice, and instantly Lachlyn turned around and looked at him, "You have a new job. You will be after this man," He held up a photo of the man, and placed another file on his desk, "Look through the file, everything you need to know is in there, you will leave tomorrow. Your use of discuise will probably come in handy." As he walked to the door, the boss turned back around, "Oh," He said, almost as though he forgot something, "Dont go near any house-elves. We do not want another performance of another house elf falling in love with you. Didnt you find that the least bit embarrassing?" Logan, by now, had taken his seat at the desk, with a shake of his head he laughed, "Quite the contrary Sir, I found it amusing." The boss shook his head, and gave a cruel kind of smile, "You are something else, Mr Lachlyn."

Ten minutes after the boss had gone, Lachlyn was only on the second page. His eyes kept unfocusing, so standing up he went over to the cupboard, opened it and took out a flask, the coffee was cold, but it sure hit the spot.

[Azrael]

After a long week of botched assignments thanks to Logan, Azrael was enjoying this day off. She deserved it for putting up with him ruining everything. What surprised her though was their boss had such the foggiest memory he couldn't remember giving both of them the same task, and as she saw him walking through the break-room towards the office hall the woman didn't even have to guess what he was doing this time. Narrowing her eyes she pried herself, or rather excused herself from the small assembly of gossiping Hit Witches to follow after him, though not under a guise. Dodging out of sight down an abandoned hallway she contorted her face into the wry, wrinkled old secretary Mrs. Dungenbeetle before click-clacking her way after the boss, stopping to pop a listening ear a few ways away. Sure enough he put Logan on the same case: the extraction and removal of Mr. Henry Toadspittle. She felt the saggy skin on her face bunch into a frown, and despite all the disgusting bodies she could ever have stepped into Azrael couldn't help but feel a greater load of disdain for. It was so gross! She felt bad for Dungenbeetle, being so old and all.

Broken from her thoughts as the boss left Logan's room, she tottered after him. "Excuse me sir, you have a 3 o'clock soon, with Mr. Springwater on the irrigation system? Its in the lower levels, conference room six." She cooed to him with a kindly look, and the boss rubbed the stubble on his chin before nodding with a 'hm' and briskly striding away. As soon as she heard the elevator door snap shut with the man inside, Azrael whirled around with more speed than the old woman she looked like should possess. Molding her face into that of the boss's she slammed back open the door to Logan's office, a livid look on 'his' face. "Logan!" He shouted after shutting the door behind him. "Did you honestly believe I would give you another assignment after you botched the last fifteen of them?" A cruel grimace twisted the corner of his cracked lips. "Forget the latest assignment, you're fired." And for a moment she stood there looking like the boss, waiting to see the sorrowful look on Logan's face and prolonging the moment another five minutes before the face slowly trickled back to becoming hers, and she was a beautiful woman standing there before him, laughing her behind off.

Placing a thin hand on her stomach Azrael would have keeled over had she not been in a skirt. He probably looked either bewildered, or annoyed. Maybe even both! Whatever it was, she had experianced such fun doing it she had to take a moment to laugh it off. Standing back up after composing herself the Ministry woman nodded her head curtly. "Logan." She greeted him with a straight face, before it broke and she was trying to choke down another laugh-attack.[/color]

[lachlyn]

Well this wasnt going to take long at all. The file was thick, Logan was tired and what was worse was the fact the assignment was tomorrow. Talk about your fixeruppers. Now what was he going to do? Fixing his eyes on the paper, his lips pursed into a thin line, his brow furrowed in concentration, Logan took as much as he could in. Did these boss people have a habit of making his life just that touch more difficult. Hopefully, Miss Im-So-Great-Because-I-Can-Metamorph-And-You-Cant wont be on the case. 'Yeah I think I'll stick to Melinda, annoys her more. He thought as he realised Miss-Im... Yeah you get the picture, was too long to keep calling her. Sifting through the pages, he was on page five when he heard a deafening shriek.

LOGAN!

Jumping back in fright, the files flew everwhere, paper on his desk now all higgeldy piggledy, falling back, the back of the chair snapped causing him to fall off and land with an "oof" on his back, kicking the underside of his desk accidentally and causing his inkwell to fly up and spray ink all over him. "Oh..." He mumbled half surprised, as though he was a little shocked at how he got down here. Though now, pulling himself up, his hands on his desk, but Lachlyn himself on his knees, his eyes and forehead only visable over the surface as he looked upon his boss' angry face. Great, on top of everything else, his office was a tip too. "Im What!?" Logan cried as he jumped up, and over his desk, catching his foot and going flying across the room on the floor, stopping at he boss' feet, Lachlyn looked up, "Why'm I fired? Whaddaye do?" Furrowing his brow Logan shook his head so violently he was sure it would come off, "Nonono Sir, it was she. That female..." Crud, whats her alias name? He thought to himself, though when he looked back up it seemed not to matter as it was Miss Im-So-Dead stood infront of him. "MELIDA BLEEDIN' GRACE!" Logan yelled, with as much intensity as she had yelled his own.

Standing up, and realising he must look like a complete twit, ink stained and rather messy, Though it was her fault, she should clean it up. His face kept going from confused, to annoyed, to real annoyed, to Oh my god I want to strange her. "What the bleedin' ell are you playin' at woman? You aint for real, I'll tell you that for nothin'" Lachlyn scorned, folding his arms and narrowing his eyes, "How'd you think the boss would react if he knew what'chu just did?" Watching her laughing, Lachlyn's face screwed up, "This isnt funny Melinda!"

[Azrael]

"MELIDA BLEEDIN' GRACE!"

And the fun began! Azrael began to tear up a little with just how hard she was trying to reign the rest of her laughter in, and she pursed her lips, quickly swallowing if only to gulp the potential outburst back down. He looked.. Positively hilarious. And then he asked what she was playing at, which she ever-so-graciously replied with, "Complete and utter humiliation." accompanied by a giddy smirk. "Please, the day the boss believes you over me is the day purple apes beat you to death with pronged sporks." However funny the analogy was she said it with complete seriousness in her voice, albeit a hidden smirk too. She nearly sounded smug, the cheek! Remembering then he called her by her real name everything--including the fun--paused, and she snapped a finger up at him. "Its Azrael." Said woman warned, before her face broke and she was laughing again. "Oh, I think its very funny!" She disagreed, sweeping her eyes around his ransacked office and tutting with a shake of her head. "My, Logan, you should clean this place up. I never realised how much of a slob you were." The ink stains were just added hilarity.

Glancing around for a clean place to sit and finding nothing of the sort, she set her sights on the corner of his desk, and pushed whatever was on it to the floor. An ornament, small stack of papers, and a cup full of pens plummeted to the floor, and she happily perched on the corner of the table. "I get it, you think messes are hot and girls love them, but you don't have to push things off your desk just to impress me." Azrael said with a grin and a wink, probably not making much sense but deciding why not, since the door was closed and no one else could see her anyway. "This place is a dump in itself." Though that was her fault, of course, and she knew it. She was just teasing him, seeing as he was in the mood for an explosion or two today.

Tomorrow she'd take care of Toadspittle, so long as he didn't interfere. Azrael wasn't about to tell him she was on the same case, or else he might try to finish the job earlier than her early. And that would be no good. So she lied! "For once the boss didn't put us on the same case. Fortunately for you, yeah? I wouldn't stop stealing all your kills after I was put on the task too." She grinned. "I have to exterminate a Mrs. Bently Frogbottom, lives close to Hogsmeade and is stirring up some trouble with her pies. Something about putting fingers in them for extra flavor." Azrael shuddered with a disgusted look on her face.

[lachlyn]

She was laughing, again! What was it with women that they had to laugh at every little thing. Keeping his eyes stern on hers, Lachlyn waited before saying anything else, in vain hope the laughter would stop. One thing Lachlyn was used to was people laughing at him due to him being a joker, he loved to make people laugh, but not like this, and not her. This was just annoying. Everyone knew of his and Melinda's rivalry, it had gone on for years, true, she surpassed him in the job, but he suspected it was only cause she was a Metamorphmagi, Like she would win in fair circumstances he thought angrily to himself. "Aye, well ye'achieved that alright." Logan stated, for he was humiliated, though thankfully nobody else was around to see it. He had been told their competition was getting out of hand, but it was hardly his fault if she was a psycho now was it. "Believe me, I would rather purple apes beat me with a spork than have to listen to you gloating about anything else." Logan let his arms fall to his side as she stated her alias name, and Logan simply shook his head, "Nah s'not. Its Melinda Grace." It was hard, but a good few years back he heard her talking to someone else in the Animagi Deptartment and heard her real name. Since then he had done extensive research on his rival and found out quite a bit of stuff. He knew more about her, then she knew he did. That, gave him an edge. "Well, I aint a slob. Aint my fault if a female has no pride in her surroundings, if ye'adnt done what you did, then this place wouldnt be in such a state."

Slapping his head in frustration as he watched as an ornament fell to the floor, smashing upon impact. It was a good thing the only ornamental thing he valued in this room was locked away in a safe, or he wouldnt have been held responsible for her actions. Walking towards Melinda, he put his hands either side of her and looked at her, annoyed, "Even if I did, Grace." Logan stated, "You would be the last person I would bother trying to impress." Pushing himself off the table, Logan leaned on the other side of the desk. The two had a lot of fun annoying the crap out of eachother, getting in eachothers way and making life a hell for eachother. Though, Lachlyn hated her doing it to him, still, he figured it was payback for what he did to her last week. "Aye, I wonder why." Lachlyn scathed, "I happen to have the single most... annoying... no that dont even do it no justice. You're just mucky"

Not if Lachlyn got to Toadspittle first she wouldnt. He knew she was on the case, he could tell that by the way she had barged in on him like she had. Though she was obviously trying to hide it from him, so he would do the same to her. "Maybe he's beginning to realise me, plus you, equals bad." It was true, Melinda and Logan were like water and electricity. They just did not mix well together. Rarely agreed, and when they did something bad always happened. "Like I really care who you have to examine, it is naff all to do with me woman so what'chu tellin me for?" Though he thought of fingers in pies for added flavour was disgusting!

[Azrael]

At the mention of her true name Azrael's face grew sour, and she whipped her wand out, pointing it at him. "Its Azrael." She shot back through gritted teeth. "And if you so much as mouth that name around anyone else I will put you through the shredder." The woman hissed, ignoring the jab about the room. She hadn't even had to do much, it was already messier than she would've ever kept hers. She knew where everything was, and the slightest change of position from where she put her quills to her papers would tell her if someone had been snooping around in her office.

"Even if I did, Grace." Logan stated, "You would be the last person I would bother trying to impress."

At this Azrael smirked. "You don't have what it takes to impress me, Logan." As he put his hands on his shoulders she recoiled at the touch, knowing in that retarded brain of his he probably figured out the reason she slammed open the door as such. Damn it, screw large entrances next time! Well she'd just have to beat him to it, hell, she'd start preparing the minute she left and then ship off before moon rise. Her unintelligent counterpart could take his task and shove it up his behind. Shoving her wand back in her sleeve--unless Logan had whipped his out when she had drawn hers, of course, must always be on equal playing grounds or higher with the enemy--Azrael grimaced at the sight of the room, suddenly disgusted. Pulling her wand back and whisking it, everything shot to their appropriate places, which then caused a lamp to rocket towards Logan's stomach in its haste to re-allign itself on the filing cabinet behind him. "Whoop, my apologies." She snickered, and it kept hitting itself against his belly unless he moved out of the way.[/size]