<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a7/03/14/a703147d50902aa78ea9fc06d4f60cae.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Azmodiel Tetsuda<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> June 15th, 2021, 9:00AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> SOPHE Headquarters, His Office<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Director Oei<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Seriously?<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> SOPHE Uniform(No shirt...ever)</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> A rather large and muscled man, with hair more silver than gray and a massive coat seemingly affixed to his shoulders sat on the floor in the extended room of his office, a zither before him, and a piping hot cup of tea on a tray to his right. Sitting in complete silence, he seemed to be meditating until his blazing yellow eyes opened and his fingers splayed as he reached out to place them on the strings. Then he played, an ancient melody (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tlsev6ZepqE) that spoke to the soul of those who heard it. Music was a passion of the demon sat in his room, and he played whenever he got the chance. Today, the music felt alive as he played, and he almost wished for an audience, even though it was himself he played for.<br/><br/> Even though he was alone, Azmodiel played the melodic tune to the very best of his ability, and by this point had become what people would call a "virtuoso". Anyone in the room with him would have been deeply moved by the piece, but he didn't think of that; his thoughts were firmly on tone, pitch, timing...perfecting the music as much as he'd perfected himself. He was strumming out the finishing notes when there was a rapid three knocks at the door. Turning to see the disturbance, he took his tea, stood up, and walked over to his desk. After sitting down, he pressed the button to unlock it and spoke. "Enter." A soldier walked in with a manilla folder in hand, stopping to salute his Commander before walking forward and placing the folder on his desk. "Orders and details for the upcoming undercover operation, sir." <br/><br/>A sharp fingernail reached forward and clacked down on top of the folder, sliding it backward toward him before he looked back at the soldier. He snapped a quick salute and told him "Dismissed", then flipped it open and began to read the files within the folder. As he read, a number of emotions and expressions flashed across his face, because he quite simply couldn't believe this was what <em>she'd</em> sent to him. When he finished, he closed the file, then immediately opened it once again, reading it front to back a second time just to be 100% certain of this course of action. Finally, he sighed and reached under his desk to pull out a silvery cube about 4x4 in diameter. Setting it on the floor, he flexed so hard the veins in his arms grew comically large, then he slammed a fist down on top of the cube.<br/><br/> The result was a deep fist print embedded in the cube, and a tremor that shook the entire facility. Thankfully, Toshiro and his crew in R&amp;D had whipped him up the "stress cube", which was essentially made of a combination of the toughest and densest metals they could find so he could take his frustrations out on it and not SOPHE HQ. After calming down, he picked up his phone and dialed her number, not even letting her fully answer before his deep, booming and somehow gravely voice traveled through the line. "Are you serious, Oei? You approved this operation and how it's supposed to be carried out?<br/><br/> I'm all for bold plans people wouldn't expect but this is just crazy. And <em>I'm</em> the one saying that!" The only person in SOPHE who could give Azmodiel orders was Director Oei, and even then, he'd been here so long and turned down so many promotions that he'd earned the right to speak his mind when and wherever he saw fit. And people knew he'd never complain unless he had a valid reason, so for him to be so hesitant to follow through meant he clearly had an issue with her thought process, and wanted to know exactly what she was thinking.<br/></span>